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Blessed and Forsaken '07; 09-30-07
Topic Started: Oct 1 2007, 01:36 AM (533 Views)
Kryten Shards
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[align=center]She had a corpse
Under her bed
She had her fun

But now he's dead
Her momma said
Come feed desire
Her brother said

Hey, throw him on the fire


This is the house
Come on in
This is the house
Built on sin
This is the house
Nobody lives
This is the house
You get what you give

Yeah, yeah

I cut the flesh
And make it bleed
Fresh skin
Is what I need
I let it dry
Out in the wood

All your crying
Did no good, yeah


This is the house
Come on in
This is the house
Built on sin
This is the house
Nobody lives
This is the house
You get what you give

Yeah, yeah

Now you're lying
On the floor
Yeah, you can't
Take anymore

The devil's laughing
In your face
Give me another taste, yeah


This is the house
Come on in
This is the house
Built on sin
This is the house
Nobody lives
This is the house
You get what you give

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah


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TB: Hello .com fans, I’m Toby Bostock here to do play-by-play commentary on this dark match, here at Blessed & Foresaken. I’m joined here by newest FIW crew employee…Lord General Mortimer Igneous!

LG: For those of you confused by what Bostock meant, I’ve been hired by FIW to do color commentary on some FIW.com matches since I need a job. Little did I know that I’d get stuck with the 25 year old virgin.

TB: Come on General, we’re going to be partners. Can we try to get along?

LG: Fuck off.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, this first match is going to be an untelevised dark match for the Flycore Championship Number 1 Contendership, and will be available for viewing on FIW.com.

All is quiet inside the arena for a few moments, until a familiar voice starts reciting a prayer which gets the fans to start going absolutely crazy, that familiar music most of us remember from the Symphony of the Night title screen playing in the background

[align=center]"And a Shepherd I shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That my feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So I shall flow a river forth to Thee,
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."
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LG: Hide your sons and your daughters.

TB: You don’t want to mess with Priest. Did you know he has mystical powers.

LG: Yes…of course…and he desires the halflings' rings...

TB: Was that an inaccurate Lord of the Rings reference or a sick joke?

LG: Both Toby, it's the way I work.

All at once 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 he makes a sudden, quick movement with his arms, spreading them out with almost a crucifix pose with his two lead fingers on both hands extended.

MA: On the way to the ring at this time, he hails from County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing 231 pounds, THIS IS PRRRRIIIIIESSSSTTTT!

The druids converge behind him as Priest advances toward the ring, the hood covering his face as the druids allow the fans to touch Priest when he gets close, Priest's hands now in front of him with his two lead fingers on both hands still extended. When they reach the ring the lights start strobing gold as the druids surround the ring, allowing Priest to climb up on the apron and remove his hood for the crowd, roaring proudly to his fans who cover him in flashbulbs before he steps through the ropes into the ring, making the sign of the cross over the ring announcer, before patting him on the head.

TB: Scary…

LG: As scary as a threat from Dragon.

[align=center]What you got, what you want, what you need
GONNA BE YOUR SAVIOR
Everything's gonna crash and break
BUT I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW
What you got, what you want, what you need
GONNA BE YOUR SAVIOR
Everything's gonna crash and break
YOUR SAVIOR
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Priest circles the ring, smirking out to the cheering crowd, opening his arms to welcome the cheers before he bounds up onto the second rope, throwing a fist to the crowd who shower him with flashbulbs in return. Priest then drops into the corner and speaks to the referee while he helps Priest remove his robe, once that's done he dumps his robe to the outside, kisses his hand, places it on the mat and comes up crossing himself, ready to go for it.

TB: Priest looks ready to win this No.1 Contendership.

LG: …Toby, he just kissed the referees hand. The only thing he’s ready for is prison.

[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.
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LG: From one annoying twat to the next.

TB: Jay Bain’s been impressing everyone so far in his short time in FIW. This match could lead to him winning his first title.

LG: Listen Toby. Tonight Colbert will retain once again against Phyllis, and I can’t see anyone in this company now that could take the Flycore championship away from him. Especially not Jay Fucking Bain.

[align=center]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, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", wraps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh as he calms himself before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right.[/align]

MA: And the opponent, in the ring, weighing in at 232lbs, from Hull, England, JAY BAIN!

[align=center]White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans, Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell.[/align]

TB: Two allies, pitted against each other for a title that could be the career boost that both have been looking for.

LG: My God…you make it almost sound interesting.

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

Jay looks across at Priest, looking with intense concentration. Priest looks back at Jay smiling. He comes to the centre of the ring, and Jay gets ready to lock up, but Priest instead holds out a hand to shake. Jay is caught off guard, realising he almost hit Priest when his partner only wanted to shake hands before the start of the match. Looking almost cautious, Jay shakes the hand, while Priest smiles and says something about enjoying the match. Jay does not though, seem to share the same light-hearted feelings, but still manages to bring out a smile. Priest nods and steps back.

TB: A sign of respect there between the two allies.

LG: I wish that goddamn Priest would stop being such a goody two shoes! Look, he’s even starting to piss off Jay Bain, and the match hasn’t even started yet!

Jay makes sure he’s the one to make the first move this time, perhaps to avoid more misunderstandings, or perhaps to avoid another annoying Priest smile. He locks up with Priest, and the two seem to start pushing each other back and forth. Jay then gets the Catholic Warrior in a headlock. Priest walks backwards into the ropes, and uses the ropes’ momentum to bounce Jay Bain off the ropes. Priest walks forwards for Jay’s rebound, but as Bain hit’s the ropes he grabs on, stopping the momentum. Priest realises too late and jumps up to hit a dropkick, obviously not hitting his target. He hits the mat, landing comfortably after realising he didn’t hit Jay. Quickly rolling up, he turns to face Jay, again smiling. He claps Jay Bain, but Mr. 100% this time does not return the good wishes. Instead he charges straight back into the match, running and hitting Priest with a Flying Forearm. When he hit’s the mat, he nips back onto his feet from his back.

LG: Haha now that’s more like it! That’ll show Priest for showing…respect.

TB: Jay Bain seems to not appreciate Priest’s applause for reversing a move.

LG: This is wrestling not golf!

Priest soon gets right back up holding his chin. He looks over at Jay, half confused but Jay quickly grabs Priest and pushes him into a corner. Jay then starts with a series of punches into the body of Priest. Mr. Patrick McConnaigh III (Priest’s real name) tries to defend himself against Jay’s outburst of punches, and eventually hits an elbow in Jay’s face. Bain stumbles backwards turning away, holding his face. Priest goes towards him, but Jay suddenly turns around angered, grabs Priest and hits a Capture Suplex, making Priest go flying over to the middle of the ring. Some of the crowd cheer, while others boo. Jay gets up and walks over to Priest who lays on the mat. He grabs the Irish Avenger and picks him up. He hits Priest with a European Uppercut. Priest stumbles back, turning around. Jay then runs and Spears Priest in the lower back, hitting the very cleverly named “Back Spear”. Priest falls face first into the mat. Jay gets back up, and some of the crowd cheer loudly for Bain, while others (more likely the younger members) boo, wanting their favourite toucher to win. Jay grins a bit to the cheering crowd, and heads to the outside.

TB: BACK SPEAR!

LG: I love it when someone so annoying as Priest pisses off their ally so much that even he has to attack him.

TB: It’s a match…I’m sure they’ll be friends after it…

He gets out of the ring and looks underneath the apron. After a bit of searching he brings out a chair, followed by trash can. This causes a few more cheers, as they are thrown into the ring and Jay slides back in. He grabs the trash can and stands it in the ring, upside down. He then walks over to Priest, who’s now on all fours. He grabs his head and lifts him to a vertical base. He places the Big Holy Throbber’s head underneath his arm and walks over so the trash can is behind him. He holds his free arm up in the air, causing some cheers of encouragement, and some boos of…anti-encouragement. Jay does not listen to the boos though, and then drives Priest’s head into the top of the trash can with a thundering DDT. The top dents, as Priest falls to the floor, holding his face in pain. Blood starts to seep through the hands of Priest, while Jay slowly gets back up.

TB: HOLY SHIT! DDT IN THE HARD EDGE OF THE TRASH CAN!

LG: Finally some proper action! Watching Priest’s face smashed in is almost worth sitting next to you, Geek-zilla.

TB: I told you we could get along.

LG: Surely the insult at the end of the sentence indicated anything but such a thing. I have a whole ensemble of similar remarks…Freak-zilla, Meek-zilla,…Sikh-zilla…

TB: But I thought you were Sikh…

LG: I’M ENGLISH!

Jay walks over to Priest, and tries to pick him up, but gets hit in the face by an elbow from Priest once again. As Jay turns back around to face Priest, Priest scrambles to his feet. He faces Jay, blood coming down his face but seemingly not noticing it anymore. He charges at Jay and knocks him down with a clothesline. Jay rolls onto the mat, and tries to pick himself up quickly. Priest turns around, and as Jay gets up, Bain walks straight into a Scoop Slam. Once again Bain hit’s the mat, and rolls, getting up as quick as he can. He goes back towards Priest and goes for a clothesline of his own, but it’s blocked and he’s hit by a powerful STO. Priest gets up slowly, but Jay Bain does not this time. Priest gets to a vertical base and looks over at the chair laying on the mat. He seems to give it some thought.

TB: He’s not sure whether he should use the chaire!

LG: The hardest decision he had to make since “suck or anal” first?

Priest stays good however, and decides against using the weapon. Turning back to face Bain he sees that Mr. 100% is starting to stir. Suddenly Priest seems to get an idea, and turns around back at the chair. He bends over and grabs it. He walks over to Jay, but instead of hitting Bain with it, he sets the chair up. He stands back as Bain gets to his feet. Priest suddenly breaks into a run towards Jay and the chair. He gets one foot onto the chair and jumps onto Jay’s shoulders. He goes to hit a Hurricarana, but at the last minute Jay holds on to Priest. Then he suddenly hits a power bomb, causing Priest’s back to come crashing into chair. The chair buckles and is crushed under Priest’s weight. The crowd start the first of probably many “holy shit” matches of the night.

LG: THAT WAS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN DONE TO A HOLY MAN!

TB: I’m sure there’s laws against saying that…

LG: How about a paedophile?

TB: I don’t know what that word means…I’m sure it’s a creature in World of Warcraft…

LG: Yes, that game is crawling with them.

Jay slowly stumbles over to Priest and grabs his arms, then getting him into Cross Arm Hold. Priest immediately starts to scream in pain as Logan Black comes over to check on Priest. Some of the crowd cheer Jay, some of the crowd cheer on Priest. Jay grits his teeth as he starts to pull tighter. The blood covers Priest’s face as the referee asks if he’d like to quit. Priest shakes his head while screaming.

LG: Scream, bitch, scream!

TB: This could be the end of the match right here!

Logan asks again, and Priest once again shakes his head. Jay goes back further, applying more pressure on Priest’s back, causing Priest to start nodding his head frantically screaming. Logan Black calls for the bell.

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

MA: Here is your winner and the Number 1 Contender to the Flycore Championship…JAY BAIN!

TB: JAY BAIN WINS!

LG: The lesser of two wankers won. And Priest is bleeding. Thus God’s wrath is complete.

Jay Bain quickly lets go. Logan Black grabs his hand and raises it in the air. Jay quickly pulls away to check on Priest.

TB: Surely this is some sort of message to the current Flycore Champion, Colbert Tottington.

LG: Sure is. It means he’ll have to throw away the paedo jokes. Although I’m sure some gay jokes could be brought in, look at the way he’s checking on Priest.

TB: They’re still partners.

LG: That’s what I was indicating, yes….

Slowly Priest looks up and Jay who looks back somewhat concerned. Priest does not appear to show anger towards Jay. Jay puts Priest’s arm around his shoulder and attempts to help Priest up. The bleeding Catholic slowly gets to his face, apparently appreciating the help. He indicates to Bain that he can stand by himself, and Jay slowly backs away. Priest slowly looks up at Jay, covered in blood, and holds out a hand. Jay looks at it, and smiles. The crowd cheer. Jay puts his hand up, when suddenly the lights go out.

LG: What the hell?!

TB: …I’m scared of the dark…

LG: Get your hand off me!

The crowd are confused. Finally the lights come back up. Jay Bain still stands, looking around apparently confused when he suddenly spots Priest on the floor. Priest rolls around on the floor, screaming extremely loudly.

TB: What is Priest screaming about?

LG: Maybe Jay did something to him when the lights went down….maybe he tried to touch up Jay and got hit back…

Priest is apparently holding his left hand. A camera gets onto the hand to reveal lots of blood coming out of it. Jay Bain looks worried and panics about what to do. He looks at Logan Black, who’s already signalling at the back for EMTs. Jay goes down to Priest trying to ask what’s wrong but he only gets screams in reply. He tries to remove Priest’s right hand from his left, and eventually does so. There is suddenly a gasp from the crowd as Jay Bain scrambles backwards towards the ropes. The ring finger of Priest is now a bloody stump, missing the finger and Priest’s wedding ring.

TB: HOLY FUCK HIS FINGERS GONE!

LG: That’s fucking sick!

TB: I think I’m going to hurl…

LG: Jay Bain just cut off Priest’s ring finger!

TB: There must be a better explanation…

EMTs rush down to the ring as Logan tries to help the now faint Priest. Jay looks on in horror, as some of the crowd start to boo. Jay looks out at them, knowing that some of them believe Jay did it. The EMTs climbs in and start attending to Priest. Bain gets back to his feet and walks over to the crowd of EMTs. He tries to get through but Logan stands back up and tells Jay to back off, and points to the back. Jay Bain does not know what to say, and starts to make his way out of the ring.

LG: The Jay “The Amputator” Bain is being sent to the back.

TB: Stop coming up with theories! Priest could bleed to death….

LG: Good point. Let us pray for such an outcome.

Jay Bain makes his way up the ramp and behind the curtain, looking distressed. The EMTs lift Priest onto a stretcher. One of them holds a bandage around Priest’s hand. He is careful carried out of the ring, and to the back as the crowd applaud him.

TB: Well there goes Priest. I wonder if I could get an interview from his about this…could be good…

LG: Smooth Toby, real smooth.

TB: Shut up, I’ll do my job, you do yours!

LG: Then why don’t you sign off like you’re supposed to?

TB: Fine! I’m Toby Bostock, joined by Lord General Mortimer Igneous. Thank you for watching this dark match on FIW.com.

LG: And remember, keep your kids away from Priest. After his accident tonight, he‘ll need some help with a good fingering…

TB: Okay now I’m going to hurl…

Splatting sound. You all know what it is.

[align=center]High Stakes Four-Way: UIC and FSC Contendership Match

First Fall: The match started out with Nightmare and Shaun Wilson in the ring, the veteran and the relative rookie going hold for hold with each out in chain wrestling. For every headlock Nightmare came with, Wilson answered it right back with a hammerlock. Gradually the match started to speed up in this exchange of holds, and it was clear that the “rookie” had the advantage and got Nightmare in an arm wrench. Only for the one eared wonder to yank on his hurting arm and use it to hit a modified short arm lariat, sending Wilson out with a tag from Liam.

During the next portion of the match the Prince of Pain tried to play an offensive defense and shake off the pains of his arm. It wasn’t easy though as the smaller and quicker Mortell zeroed in on the arm and focused his entire offense on it, whether strikes or holds. Getting angered and flustered by this was perhaps Nightmare’s downfall as from then on out Liam controlled the match and worked over the arm. Picture perfect was the ATC that the elderly English man locked in, and instantly the pain was too much and Nightmare submitted.

Winner of First Fall & UIC Contendership: Liam Mortell

Second Fall: Immediately out the gate Ash entered the ring and put the boots to Liam, trying to ensure he walked out with at least one contendership. The two old friends turned old enemies turned once again old friends went blow for blow with each other, showing just how tough two guys can be from a country that has a tea time. It was ironically Liam’s fighting spirit and pride that cost him, sticking to the striking contest with the bigger and fresher Ash Koopa. Who went about hitting his paten axe bomber and leg drop, though smartly the wily veteran rolled away from his fellow English man and tagged in Wilson.

Shaun came in with a burst of energy, ready to prove himself and attempted a springboard plancha only to get caught by Ash. Except, Koopa failed to get the powerbomb he wanted and instead got a hurricanrana for his troubles, a theme that would continue for a fair amount of the match. Much to the chagrin of the Ohio fans, the African American Whoop Ass Machine pounded away on the goof ball hero and even bloodied his nose with his high flying spectacles. Amazingly (or, perhaps true to form) just when Wilson was going to put him away, Ash hulk’ed up and threw some blows and scored the Koop De Grace, and the pin fall.

Winner of the Second Fall & FSC Contendership: Ash Koopa[/align]
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FIW’s Blessed and Forsaken kicks off by the camera cutting to inside the boiler room, otherwise known as Herr Krähe’s office. The aforementioned General Manager is sitting at his desk looking over some paper work, a writing feather in his one hand and a bottle of ink near by. His desk and the area surrounding it are only lit by the candles scattered across it and the few larger ones on the new by floor of the boiler room. Standing in front of the desk is the ever towering frame of the Chief of Security and former cowboy in a skull mask, Lazaro.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Are they… kssshhhhhk... all in place?…kssshhhhhk...

The General Manager doesn’t look up from his work when he asks this and silently the big man nods his head.

Lazaro: Yes my master, they are all in place save the last one I am about to go get for you.

Some thing faintly resembling a nod comes from the mysterious masked man that acknowledges he heard his charge.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... And… kssshhhhhk... the security?…kssshhhhhk...

For normally such a metallic voice, Krähe’s sounds a great deal unnerved when he asks this question even bothering to look up this time.

Lazaro: Yes my master, extra security is sprinkled through out this arena, so we will know if…he decides to show himself tonight.

That masked face lingers on the Chief of Security for several moments before returning to it’s work.

Lazaro: I can assure you my master, we will not have a repeat of last week here tonight in Ohio. We don’t know who or how got into the production truck but they’ll find it hard to pull any tricks like that again under my watch.

There is a metallic sigh that flows out from underneath the mask like a massive exhale.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... The production truck… kssshhhhhk... is not the thing…kssshhhhhk... I’m worried about…kssshhhhhk…

Once again he looks up at his faithful servant and the two just stare at each other in silence for what seems like eons.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Just… kssshhhhhk... hurry back here…kssshhhhhk... when you’re done…kssshhhhhk…

A soft nod from the Chief of Security and he is heading straight for the door, leaving his boss to resume his work. Which he does so as our camera cuts to the ringside area…

JH: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have the first match of this pay-per-view and it’s an exciting one with a lot on the line!

CM: You’ve got that right. The man! Prime! Is going to beat the crap out of everyone else in this match to earn a shot at that Xtreme Waste of Space.

CL: Not if the Reject of Rejects has anything to say about it.

JH: Or the returning Kennedy, Hutch, or Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CM: Hutch, OK. I’ll give you him.

CL: Pfft. Kiyoshi’s the way to go.

JH: Well, regardless of your preferences, we’ve got the match starting now! Ladies and gentlemen, the wrestlers have been placed inside locations equidistant from the ring if they take the right path. The object is to get to the ring, climb a ladder and snag and sign the contract hanging above the ring.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Race to the Ring match, and is for contendership for the DUAL! CROWN! CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first… he is a former FIW World Champion, and winner of both the 2006 Lethal Lottery and the 2006 Land of Opportunity tournaments… PRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!

Prime appears to be in the men’s restroom, tensed up and waiting for the door to be opened and allow him to burst through.

CM: Prime has this in the bag! He’s the go-to guy for winning things like this. Did you hear those credentials?

CL: Dude, don’t give Prime a big head; he’s gonna have a hard enough time getting through doorways with those ‘roided-up muscles.

MA: And his opponent… he is a former Fighting Spirit Champion, and a former Tag-Team Champion with Matt Impact… … KIIIIIYOSHIIIII NAAAAKAAAAAHAAAAAATAAAAAAA!!!

Kiyoshi is doing some breathing exercises to center himself while waiting for the cafeteria doors to open and get him away from the smell of hot dogs and toward the smell of victory. … although victory sorta smells like hot dogs, so… y’know.

JH: Nakahata has been the fightingest individual in this match since the unity of FIW’s brands, he’s got a lot of potential behind him to win this match!

CM: Not as much as Prime…

MA: And their opponent! A former TNT Dual Crown Champion… a two-time former Tag Team Champion… the winner of FIW’s Lady of the Year from 2003 to 2005, and the 2003 TNT Superstar of the year… KEEEEEEENEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Kennedy is in the girls’ showers, and although all she has is a curtain barring her way, she’s no less ready and raring to charge out and show the boys how hard the girls play.

JH: Kennedy is back in FIW and has GOT to want this title opportunity. She deserves it, and has fought through a lot to get here!

CL: Ooo, yeah. Wrestled a couple matches after popping up out of the aether. Fought reeeeeeal hard.

MA: And his opponent… the three-time FIW World Heavyweight Champion, a former Slam! International Champion, and a former Tag-Team Champion, making him the FIRST EVER FIW GRAND SLAM CHAMPION… ! THIS! IS! HUUUUUUUUUUUUTCHHHHHHHHH!!!

Hutch is talking rather flirtatiously with a girl who’s watching him in the photo shoot area where all the promotional photos are taken.

CM: I gotta say, Hutch has a pretty good shot at the title as well.

JH: He’s proven himself time and time again as true championship material, but the stakes are higher than ever in this match!

MA: And finally, their opponent… a two-time Flycore Champion and three-time Fighting Spirit Champion… GRRRRAAAAAYYYYYYYYVEEERRRRRRR!!!

Graver is grinning and casually smoking two cigarettes at once, with Lazaro himself barring exit from the boiler room, where Graver is stationed.

JH: Well, look at him ladies and gentlemen. Back to his former “glory”.

CL: Graver is ingenious. He’s the Minister of Awesomocity, the Reject of Rejects, and he’s FINALLY doing some hardcore substance abuse again!

JH: And you say that like it’s a good thing!

The screen goes to a five-way split to show each of the wrestlers in their various states of readiness.

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

And like horses from their stables, the five are off. The camera follows Graver first, as on his way he downs the rest of his beer, smashing it against the wall to create a jagged, stabby impliment.

JH: Oh, well, good to see Graver hasn’t lost his touch.

CL: This match is officially gonna be awesome.

We see him snag a trash can by the handle as he runs before switching to Kennedy who has apparently run into Hutch coming down the opposite corridor. They dance at each other for a moment before both squeeze into the tight hallway, shouldering each other and trying to trip one another up as they fight through the narrow hallway.

CM: Oh, man. I gotta say I’m envying Hutch right now, being so close to Kennedy’s boooooobieeees.

JH: Hutch better have his mind on more than bosoms if he wants to win this match!

The two finally exit the small hall into a three-way path. They look down the various corridors and each one seems to be ready to pick a different direction when Prime comes out of the one they aren’t looking at and DOUBLE LARIATS BOTH OF THEM TO THE FLOOR!!

CM: YES! My dawg! That’s why he’s gonna win this! Can’t win the race if you can’t walk!

Prime looks down one corridor he didn’t come out of, then the other, trying to decide which way is correct to get to the ring. He seems just about ready to say ‘fuck it’, run off, and throw heed to the wind when Graver comes barreling out of the same corridor Kennedy and Hutch made their way in from and STUFFS the trash can over Prime’s head!

JH: Would you look how jacked-up Prime is, that rubbish bin won’t fit over his shoulders!

Prime stumbles for a second when Kiyoshi comes out of the last corridor that can’t possibly lead to the ring, hops into the air and delivers a flying knee strike to Prime’s trash-canned head! Kiyoshi notices Graver, Graver shrugs, and the two run off neck-in-neck toward the ring as Hutch and Kennedy begin to rise.

CM: Help from any source is still help, I guess.

CL: Yeah, well, nobody’s finding help from that damn concrete floor. These guys aren’t hitting plywood and canvas; they’re CRACKING their heads on SOLID CONCRETE.

JH: That’ll explain why they’re so slow to get the hell up.

Graver and Kiyoshi are half-battling, half-running down the halls. Graver is taking a few stabs at Kiyoshi with the broken bottle as he goes, while Kiyoshi seems to be trying to claw at Graver like a wild animal. He finally succeeds in taking Graver down with a Judo throw, and as Graver rises he drops down into a squat and Cossack dances a kick to Graver’s face. Graver cries out in pain and rolls back onto the floor as Kiyoshi hops over him and scampers away.

CL: What… what the hell was that!?

JH: Ah… I think Kiyoshi’s feeling a bit… overbearing.

CL: … you’re a douche bag.

Our cameras switch to the concession stand, where Hutch is smashing Prime’s face into the cocktail shrimp tray. Kennedy grabs a pot of coffee and THROWS IT ALL OVER HUTCH AND PRIME!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST!!

Hutch and Prime both scream, though Prime’s scream sounds more like “GLRPHLE!” as it’s full of shrimps. Kennedy SMASHES the coffee pot over Prime’s head and CRACKS Hutch in the jaw with a roundhouse kick to the temple, laying him flat out on the concrete!

JH: Just For Kicks, and Kennedy has gotta be close to that ring!

Indeed she is, as she soon appears at ringside to LOUD cheers!

CL: Oh, come the fuck on! Someone better get out here and fast, or I’m going to riot!

Kennedy runs past the squared circle, looking for a ladder on the side opposite the entrance, then realizes it’s probably UNDER the ring itself. She ducks down and throws up the apron JUST as Kiyoshi also emerges from the back to a strong mixed reaction!

JH: Kiyoshi Nakahata has made his way out as well!

CL: Now him I can stand. He’s no Graver, but at least he’s got talent.

CM: Meh.

CL: Oh come on, just ‘cuz he’s not Mr. Eight-Time Slam Title Holder you’re gonna “meh” him--

CM: MEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH.

Kiyoshi doesn’t notice Kennedy and throws up his side of the ring apron, producing a ladder as well. He and Kennedy slide into the ring at about the same time and start setting up their ladders about a second before noticing each other.

JH: Up until now they were like ships passing in the night, but we could see a volatile situation arise, right here!

Kennedy readies her ladder and Kiyoshi readies his as well, and the two swing at each other with the climbing tools, CLANGING them loudly against one-another!

CL: LADDER FIGHT!!!

Like expert fencers or maybe Jedi or something, Kiyoshi and Kennedy clang ladders trying to strike the other down. A raucous chorus of boos signals Hutch and Prime fighting down the aisle to reach the ring, and the two decide discretion is the better part of valor and set up their ladders anyhow.

JH: This is getting damn interesting! Two ladders in the ring, two fast warriors trying to reach the top, and two scalded dogs nipping at their heels.

CM: Nice one, JR. Next you’re going to say Prime’s beating Kennedy like a government mule.

JH: Not the way the match is looking so far.

Being faster, Hutch slides into the ring and sets his sights on Kiyoshi’s ladder, beginning his ascent. By this time Kiyoshi and Kennedy have reached the top, but are on opposite sides! Kiyoshi tries to hit Kennedy with a punch, but she’s JUST out of reach! The Pink Ranger stands on the “this is not a step” and grasps upward for the contract floating JUST out of her reach! Kiyoshi readies himself, takes a deep breath, and LEAPS from one ladder to the other, shaking Kennedy and causing her to drop down a few rungs!

JH: AMAZING feat of agility and grace from Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CM: Don’t count Prime out! He’s in the ring now! He’s climbing Hutch’s ladder!!

CL: Where the fuck is Graver!? One fucking Cossack Kick to the face isn’t going to fucking KILL him!

Prime uses his incredible size to cover twice the distance Hutch does, and both reach the top at the same time. It becomes an all-out brawl between both pairs of wrestlers atop the ladders, each trying to knock their counterpart off the top and give them a chance at the gold!

JH: This battle is intense! I’m on the edge of my seat! Who will take the title!? Kennedy or Kiyoshi!? Prime or Hutch!?

CL: WHAT. ABOUT. GRAVER!?

As though summoned, Graver finally emerges from the back, barbed wire cinder block on a strap in tow.

CL: FINALLY!!

CM: He’s got a long way to go, though, and it looks like Prime is--DAMMIT!!

JUST as Prime had grabbed Hutch by his silky, silky hair and pushed himself up to grab at the title, Hutch GRABS PRIME BY THE TESTICLES AND TWISTS, SENDING PRIME’S EXPRESSION TO ONE OF RUINED PAIN!!

CM: TESTICULAR CLAAAAWWWW!!!

Prime looks horrified as Hutch steps up onto the ladder and reverses position, grabbing Prime by the head and LEAPING OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND CRUSHING HIS FACE AGAINST THE MAT WITH A SUPER SLICE OF FRIED GOLD!!!

JH: SUPER SLICE OF FRIED GOLD!! SUPER SLICE OF FRIED GOLD!!!

CM: DAMMIT DAMMIT!! PRIME AND HUTCH ARE DOWN!!! I think Hutch mis-stepped off that rung!! I DON’T think he meant to fall like that!!

JH: Regardless, they’re both on the mat and look to be out cold!

Graver scrambles into the ring about this time, surveying the destruction and gazing up at the fight between Kennedy and Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi chances a Judo throw, but with the odd balance of the ladder doesn’t get it locked in quite right to take Kennedy off her feet and instead just ends up facing the ropes as she SHOVES him forward, causing him to fall dead-drop off the ladder and ABS FIRST INTO THE TOP ROPE!!

JH: GOOD GOD KIYOSHI IS DEEEAAADDD!!!

Kennedy breathes deeply and wastes no time looking up at the contract hanging above her head. She reaches upward, contract INCHES away…





JH: KENNEDY’S GOING TO DO IT!! KENNEDY VS. XTREME KITTEN IS OUR MAIN EVENT!!!





… JUST ONE MORE INCH…





JH: REACH, DAMMIT!!! REACH KENNEDY!!!





NO!!! KENNEDY FALLS FORWARD ACROSS THE TOP OF THE LADDER, HAVING JUST BEEN STRUCK IN THE BACK WITH A BARBED WIRE CINDER BLOCK!!!

CL: YES!! YES!! IT’S GRAVER!!!

JH: NO!!! NO, DAMMIT!!

Graver grins as he climbs the rest of the way up the ladder, literally standing on Kennedy’s back to reach up and snag the contract off it’s hook!

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

JH: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

CL: Jesus, calm down Luke Skywalker, before you attract Jim O’Brien…

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and the number one contender for the DUAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP… GRRRRRAAAAYYYYYYVEERRRRR!!!

Graver grins and pops a squat on Kennedy’s back, pulling the pen off the contract’s clipboard and signing his name on the dotted line.

JH: You have got to assume Graver is smug and happy with himself after this STOLEN victory!

CL: Stolen nothing, you biased asstwitch! Graver won that shit fair and square!

CM: That doesn’t stop it from being utter bullcrap.

The camera cuts backstage after those disgusting turn of events to a hall way near the gorilla position, seeing as it is in the background not too far away. Extreme Ninja #2’s fully in his gear and ready to go by the looks of it, doing a few last minute stretches for the up-coming match. He starts jogging in place to pump him up, not even noticing the officials help bring to the back Prime, Hutch, Kiyoshi and Kennedy after their gruesome bout. Feeling he’s ready as he’ll ever be and perhaps sensing it’s time, EN #2 jogs towards the gorilla position to make his entrance to the up-coming match…

Not even noticing the white hooded cloaked figure in a wheel chair sitting behind him watching him with the face painted man in the crimson trench coat. However, there is an eerie addition; a second white hooded cloaked being stands beside the face painted man. A staff member happens to pass in front of the camera, blocking the view, and by the time they pass…the trio is gone. On this strange note the camera cuts back to ringside…
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CM: Finally a match where the fan huggers will get shown how it’s done.

JH: I’m guessing you want Drake Love to win?

CL: As long as we see some bad-ass action, I don’t care who wins.

JH: Well calling Extreme Ninja#2, Grant Rive and Ethan fan huggers is beyond me.

CM: Most is my slow friend, now let the losers enter the ring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MA: The following match is a Ultimate Endurance match where the only way to win is VIA submission or Knockout! And it is for the Fighting Spirit Championship! Now entering the ring from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!

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

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

JH: Ethan’s hungry for that title back, you can see…

CL: We couldn’t care less?

JH: No, I as going to say…

CM: Your boringly over spoken?

JH: *Sighs*

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.

MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds! DDDDRRRAAAAKKKKKEEEE LLLOOOOOOVVVVUUUUHHHHHH!!!!

[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: The next Fighting Spirit Champion, right there.

JH: If he can beat his way through the other three you mean.

CM: Not if, WHEN.

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~!”

MA: And finally, the last challenger, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds! EEEXXXTTTRRREMMMMEEE NNNIIINNNJJJAAAHHH NNNUUUMMMBBBAAAHHHH TTTUUUUWWWW!!!!!

[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: Ninja has had a very busy week especially with Drake, you gotta think he’s gunning for him.

CL: It all in all don’t matter, as long as we get some nasty and brutally sexy action.

CM: Drake has this little pip squeak all covered trust me.

[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.

MA: And finally! Your current reigning Fighting Spirit Champion! Hailing from Kansas City, Missouri and weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds! GGGRRRAAAANNNTT RIIICCCEEEEE!!!!!

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: Another man with LOTS to prove in this one..

CL: LOVED his hatred for Nightmare stuff.

CM: Hate agreeing, but me too, starting to like this guy plainly for that.

As all four men stay in the ring, Michaela having checked all three of the other men before now checking Grant, finding nothing anywhere on his attire she then shows the other three the title belt before giving it to the ringside crew, before then checking all four before calling for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. INSTANTLY Ninja goes straight for Drake, but he ducks and rolls out of the ring as Ninja follows him in hot pursuit, meanwhile Ethan and Grant go into a collar and elbow tie-up, with Grant not doing fancy shit, so he nails Ethan in the gut before grabbing him by the head and ramming it into the nearest top turnbuckle.

JH: If Drake’s so brave why he running from Ninja?

CM: He isn’t see.

As Jonathon says it, Drake rolled into the ring, Ninja following and he started to boot down on Ninja, but not for long as Grant having finished with Ethan, now comes charging into Drake with a elbow strike, making Drake reel into the ropes as Ninja stays on the canvas, taking a breather. Grant then Irish whips drake, coming back he looks for a shoulder back toss, but Drake sees it coming, still charging but then getting Grant in a standing headscissor before jumping up and stomping down with a stump puller, making Grant reel back clutching his neck, in doing so Drake runs and lariat’s Grant over the ropes.

CM: One down, two to go.

JH: I wouldn’t say he’s down really.

CL: He’s only dreaming some of these guy’s would go down… on him.

CM: Not at all!

As Drake turns, looking pleased with himself, he’s caught by a BEAUTIFULLY executed dropsault by Ethan making Drake fly out to the outside of the ring too, making him and Grant crash onto the mats in fact as Ethan then grins, looking and pointing toward the two of them before he runs and leaps up to the top rope, watching the pair slowly stand. As they finally do, Ethan shouts “CANNONBALL!” before he leaps! Off the top hitting a extremely dangerous, yet fucking amazingly looking corkscrew 450 onto the pair taking all three men down to the mats to a “Holy Shit” chant.

JH: Wow! That was incredible!

CL: Meh… we wrestle, not fly like fairies the big queer.

CM: Yeah, it’s wrestling Jonathon.

JH: Coming from the man who still doesn’t know what a wrist clutch is to wrist tape?

As all three stand, so does Ninja who has been watching intently, writing something on his sign, he shows everyone “You think that was cool?” he then places it down as Ethan stands onto the ring apron, smirking to the fans, but as he turns he sees Ninja walking to him, so he comes through the top and middle rope looking to nail him with a shoulder to the gut, but Ninja catches him right in the face with a stiff kick, making Ethan just drape, as he does Ninja sees Grant and Drake using each other to stand up…

JH: Something tells me this is gonna be…

…Not enough time to speak as Ninja runs, leaps and KICKS off Ethan’s head with a double foot stomp, as he does using the momentum to FLIP over with a moonsault plancha, but Drake seeing Ninja coming leaves Grant to take it as he moves out of the way and watches Ninja CRASH on top of Grant to another “Holy Shit” chant.

CL: Alright, that was pretty cool.

CM: Possibly.

JH: He double foot stomped into a moonsault plancha! That was amazing.

Drake seeing all the destruction and seeing Michaela check on all the fallen foes, seeing he’s still got a match he walks up to Grant who’s stirring and throws him in the ring before Drake begins to beat down on ninja with some really big foot stomps and a kick right to the face, before he picks Ninja up, turns to se the ring steps and grins, lifting him up and moving closer, Drake grabs Ninja in a waist lock, before taking him over with a German suplex, BUT Ninja flips over onto his feet landing onto the ring steps, as Drake stands and turns to see a kick coming his way, he catches Ninja’s foot, pulling Ninja toward him, as he does he catches and SPEARS! Ninja right into the ring steps with a sick thud.

CL: Bam, that’s how you kill a ninja.

CM: Drake just showing why this belt should be his.

JH: Do you two even care that Ninja could be conscious?

CM: Not really.

CL: Nope.

Drake rubbing his neck before grinning and looking down at the fallen Ninja, then turns his attention to the two in the ring in Grant Rice and Ethan Adams, who as the two battled outside have gotten into a forearm strike battle, but is son stopped as Grant knees Ethan in the gut and spikes him on his head with a DDT. Drake slides into the ring, looking to gain the advantage on Grant, but he sees it coming, turning to Drake who charges at him and back elbow’s Drake, who reels back holding his jaw as he rests in the corner, Grant slaps his fist before running and clothesline’s Drake in the corner and as he comes out of the corner, takes Drake back into the turnbuckle’s with a SNAP Russian leg sweep, making Drake’s skull bash into the second turnbuckle.

CL: Oh gotta love that.

CM: Everyone’s trying to kill each other, Conse stop rubbing yourself.

JH: I’m not going to ask if either of you care, all that I have to say is, all men want this really bad and it shows.

Grant stands up seeing that Ethan is up to his feet, holding his head so he charges at Ethan, but Ethan sees him coming and using the top rope, dropkicks Grant and flips himself over onto the ring apron. As he does he stands awaiting Grant to turn around, catching his eye is Jaime Lee running down the ramp and coming to check on Ninja who’s stirring lightly. Either way Ethan prepares himself for Grant’s turning around and as Grant does, Ethan leaps up onto the top rope and spring boards in corkscrewing and landing on top of Grant with a cross body, looking for the pin but realizing he won’t get one he stands up and looks irritated, Michaela checking on all the men as they’re fine Ethan then calls for the finish by signaling the Boston crab…

JH: Ethan sees his chance to win it.

CM: Drake wake up, come on.

In fact as Ethan grabs the legs and then the waist and starts wrenching away at Grant’s spine, Drake love holding his neck shakes off the cob webs and runs at Ethan, stopping the submission with a HUGE back elbow, seeing he’s stopped the submission, Grant rolls to the ring apron holding his back as Drake grabs Ethan and snaps him down with a neckbreaker, seeing he has everyone down, he looks to finish the match but sees Jaime Lee…

CL: What’s the idiot doing?

CM: He’s going to go slap that little girl’s mouth off hopefully.

JH: She not in the match, Drake better not.

…Grinning he rolls out of the ring, Jaime of course sees him and begins to back off as Drake gets closer Jaime stands up and starts telling him off almost before slapping him right in the face, Drake smirks before swinging himself at her, BUT Ninja’s to his feet catching the hand and turning him around to NAIL! Him in the side of the head with a enziguiri, making him reel into the ring steps, before Ninja charges and crushes Drake’s skull into the ring steps with a BIG knee.

JH: Bam1 that’s it make him suffer!

CM: But… but…

…Ninja shakes off his head before he turns to the ring, seeing everyone’s up to there feet vaguely he slides in and moves toward Ethan, kneeing Ethan in the gut, he then signals for the end before running to the ropes, coming back and STOMPING! Down on Ethan’s skull, making Ethan buckle down, as Ninja raises his hands!

JH: I STEP ON YOU!

…But as Ninja looks to still be a little groggy he’s turned and booted in the gut before Grant underhook’s his arms and lifts him up in a Piledriver position, he then SNAPS! Down with a sit-out double underhook Piledriver!

JH: C4!

…Grant stands up, reeling to the ropes still clutching his back and as he does he sees Drake sliding in the ring, looking just as groggy, Grant charges going for a Yakuza kick but is caught by Drake in a boot to the gut before being lifted into a F-5 position, as he seems about o spin him off Grant land son his feet and both begin to tussle for position with forearm strikes, but of course they don’t see a desperate looking Ethan climbing to the top rope, he LEAPS! Off moonsaulting off on both of them but spinning it into a double reverse DDT, himself landing hard on his head causing all men to drop to the canvas and remain down.

JH: Oh my god! Everyone’s down and Michaela has to start the count.

CM: Come on Drake, don’t let anyone else win.

CL: Wehay, there all dead, wipe it clean and next match.

Michaela indeed starts the count as all men remain down on there back’s or stomach’s…

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!
[/align]

All of the men seem to stir bar Drake who really looks out of it after all the head shots he’s taken, Ninja, Ethan and Grant all jock for position.

CM: DRAKE!

JH: Isn’t budging, come on all of you.

CL: Oh they ain’t dead? Grrr.

[align=center]FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!
[/align]

Drake is down and he ain’t moving as Grant and Ninja using the ropes pull themselves up, Ethan drops back down looking to tired to even elp himself, leaving it as a two horse race!

CM: God dammit, Drake ain’t gonna do it… Grant don’t let Ninja win!

JH: It’s so close!

CL: Yay! Woo! *Yawns*

[align=center]NINE!![/align]

…As it remains the last count is coming, both Ninja and Grant pull everything in and they really try to stay up on there feet but as Michaela counts!

[align=center]TEN!!!!![/align]

…Grant buckles and falls back down to the canvas with a bid thud, leaving Ninja standing and the winner!

CM: Noooo!

JH: Ninja wins!

As he stand against the ropes tired looking, Jaime slides into the ring and runs to him hugging him to death almost, Michaela hands him the title belt as he looks at it “The Champ Is Here” plays over the PA system…

MA: Your winner! VIA knockout! And NEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW FFFFIIIGGHHHTTIINNNGGGG SPPPIIIIIIRRRRTTTT CHAMPION!!!! EEEXXXTTTRRREEEMMMEEEE NNIINNNNAAAHHHHH NNNUUUMMMBBBAAAHHHH TTTUUUWWWHHHHH!!!!!

…the crowd cheer so loud is almost deafening as he raises the title above his head and a smiling Jaime Lee just hops around all happy, leaving the ring with Ninja though as he holds the back off his head, the other three start to stir, Grant looking disappointed as does Ethan, Drake still just shaking the cob webs loose as the scene causes the camera to leave the ring and cut to the commentary table.

Cutting away from the ringside area, the camera ends up filming one of the many hall-ways within the Quicken Loans Arena. This one happens to have two of Lazaro’s crack team of security guards in it, the two casually walking down the hall on their patrol.

Security Guard #1: This is a pretty cushy job, eh? Lots of money, free travel and get to see the sights, plus free hot dogs from the cafeteria.

SG #1 holds up his half eaten hot dog much to the horror of SG #2.

Security Guard #2: Free?! They’ve been making me pay at each of the arenas we’ve gone to!

The first of the duo let’s out a hearty laugh at his poor comrade’s misfortune.

Security Guard #1: Ha, sucker.

He takes a large bite out of his hot dog and the two continue on walking down the path, conversing with each other. Neither even seems to notice the white hooded cloaked figure in a wheel chair that suddenly is pushed into the shot behind them, or what comes next. A second figure walks into the shot that is pushing the wheel chair, his body mostly hidden by a crimson trench coat. The features of his are painted in white and black though only seen for a moment because the duo gracefully move to the next hall way as the camera cuts else where…
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Flycore Championship Match. Introducing first the challenger

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phylis runs up the ropes...

-the screen bursts into flames-

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center]If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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MA: And his opponent, he is the current Flycore Champion weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, from Cambridge, England, he is Colbert Tottington!

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

JH: So here we are ready for our Flycore Title Match. Colbert has been a pretty impressive champion so far in his tenure. Let’s see if he has another defense left in him.

CM: Somehow I think he will be ok.

CL: Hey I don’t get the Big Purple Throbber references Colbert is always making though.

CM: I will explain it to you later.

Colbert smirks at Phyllis across the ring and leans back against the top rope waiting for Phyllis to make the first move. Phyllis seems like he will play the waiting game as well but it is a poor attempt to try and throw Colbert off. Trying the fast rush Phyllis leaps into the air searching the skies for a Flying Lariat. However Colbert drops down out of the line of fire so Phyllis ends up soaring like an eagle all the way down to the ring floor. Phyllis uses the guard rail barricade to pull himself up rubbing his now sore chest. After he finally raises up to a vertical base he turns around to return back to the ring. He is however greeted by the neighborhood flying arm of Colbert. While still airborne, Colbert grasps the head of Phyllis and uses the natural flow of gravity to send Bathory head first into the ground. Colbert rolls Phyllis over and makes a cover attempt after the Flying DDT.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Thre…Kickout!
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Colbert brings Phyllis up to his feet and rams him head first into the barricade lining the entrance ramp. As Phyllis snaps back recoiling from the shot, Colbert reaches into the crowd snatching up a man’s drink. As Phyllis turns back towards Colbert, he gets an icy cool sugary splash of cold soft drink courtesy of the Quicken Loans Arena and Colbert Tottington. Now covered in the sticky refreshment, Phyllis seems to be enraged by this act as he rushes Colbert again, this time lowering his head like a charging bull. Colbert taking the part of the Matador, side steps out of the way. Unlike the Spanish entertainers, Colbert grabs Phyllis as he rushes past and helps him get that extra momentum that elevates him over the barrier and into the crowd. The man who was victimized by Colbert for the nine dollar soda is now a victim of another kind as Phyllis crashes into him.

JH: Well they are in the crowd now. You never can tell where these Falls Count Anywhere Matches will end up.

CM: You think that fan got his money’s worth?

CL: Maybe but if not he will get it when he sues FIW for fan endangerment.

JH: Is that the legal term for such a case?

CL: Well actually when I was studying for the Bar, I actually learned….

CM: Alright that is enough of that gibberish. Back to the match.

Bathory tries to free himself from the tangle of human debris that some call FIW faithful. Colbert perches himself on the barricade waiting on Phyllis to recover and get back up. As before, when Phyllis is back to a standing base Colbert comes ripping though the air, this time looking for a Flying Crossbody. Phyllis is able to see Colbert coming this time though and falls to his face to avoid contact. Colbert ends up knocking over some more fans like a rogue bowling ball. Still laying on the ground, Phyllis pulls Colbert backwards into a School Boy Rollup!

[align=center]One!

Two!

T…..Colbert snatches the prosthetic leg of a nearby fan and slams it into Bathory’s face to break the count.
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Bathory holds his face from the shot as both men get up to their feet. Tottington slams the replacement limb into the back of Phyllis for good measure right in the spine. Colbert is distracted though as the one legged man comes from behind Colbert demanding his leg back. Colbert seems unconcerned about giving the leg to its rightful owner and instead wants to give it to Phyllis again. However the grizzled middle aged man grabs hold of his plastic extremity and tries to wrestle it away from Colbert. Tottington is now annoyed with the persistent man and pie faces him down to the ground. This action brings a roaring round of jeers from the crowd though and they start looking at Colbert with a mob like mentality. Colbert rethinks his game plan and tosses the leg back to the man before quickly hauling Phyllis by the scruff of his neck though the throng of now enraged fans and back towards the ring. Colbert dumps Phyllis over the barricade and hops over as well.

JH: Is that even legal to his a man with a fake leg?

CL: I doubt there is a bye law in the affidavit in the FIW Rule Book for such a transgression.

CM: Who the hell are you and what did you do with our brain dead broadcast partner?

CL: What? I can know things sometimes.

Colbert lifts Phyllis up and positions him by the steel steps with a front face lock. Colbert lifts Phyllis up looking to nail a huge Brainbuster into the steel steps. However in mid-air Phyllis avoids disaster by shifting out of the hold and landing on his feet on the steps. Colbert recovers quickly though by spinning rapidly and connecting in the gut with a Discus Clothesline. With Phyllis hunched over, Colbert leaps up into the air and plants his foot into the back of his skull with an Enzuguri Kick! Phyllis collapses off the steps and falls limply to the floor. Colbert pulls Phyllis back a few feet before he goes up to the ring climbing the turnbuckle and perching high into the sky. Colbert comes spinning off before laying his full impact to the chest of a prone Phyllis with the Chocks Away! Colbert bounces off holding his chest but quickly falls over Phyllis locking on the Best of the British! Phyllis taps out almost right away as Colbert yanks back.

MA: Here is your winner by submission and still the Flycore Champion, Colbert Tottington!

Colbert is already in the ring holding up his championship belt high into the sky. Phyllis seems confused on where he is as pulls himself back into the ring. Colbert turns his head to notice a woozy Phyllis getting into the ring but seems unconcerned. Suddenly a power outage hits the Quicken Loans Arena leaving us in darkness.

CM: What the hell is wrong with the lights now?

CL: This is what happens when you come to a place like Cleveland.

The lights flicker back on and to the surprise of the crowd both challenger and champion are sprawled out in the center of the ring side by side. Colbert laying flat on his back has his eyes closed clearly unconscious but that isn’t the worst of it. Etched into the flesh of Colbert’s forehead is a bloody swashed “X”.

JH: What in the hell? What is this all about? Our Flycore Champion is laid out and has an X carved into his skull. What the hell does this mean?

CM: I honestly have no idea but I have to say this is kind of creepy even for me.

CL: Will somebody hold me?

Once again the FIW camera crew finds their way to the General Manager’s office, and this time the door slams open. Startling the GM, he looks up just in time to see his Chief of Security storm into the boiler room with a great sense of panic gathering into his every fiber. Putting away his feather, Krähe brushes his garments off and brings his near ghost like form up to it’s feet to greet whatever news Lazaro has. The Chief of Security rushes over to the desk and places his hands on it to lean closer into the General Manager’s personal space.

Lazaro: My master, there’s been an incident.

Even with the mask on, it is easy to tell by the ruffles within his cloths that this isn’t what Herr Krähe wanted to hear.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... What happened?… kssshhhhhk... You said you had…kssshhhhhk... every thing under control…kssshhhhhk…

Shamefully the Chief of Security lowers his head and almost seems to shrink to less than half his size under the gaze of his boss.

Lazaro: There’s…been another attack, my master.

It is almost too fast to see, but the sound the GM’s fist hitting his desk makes echoes through the boiler room and out into the hall.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Another one?!… kssshhhhhk... Let me guess…kssshhhhhk... one of my champions?!…kssshhhhhk…

Lazaro’s frame just keeps getting smaller and smaller, and he nods his head solemnly as a metallic and raspy seething exhale comes from his boss’ mask.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Get him tended… kssshhhhhk... to and try…kssshhhhhk... and see who did it…kssshhhhhk…

A gulp from the former skull cowboy signifies he’s not done yet and his voice is perhaps the quietest it’s ever been.

Lazaro: The problem with that is…Colbert Tottington has disappeared, he was brought to the back by some officials and some medics tended to him. But by the time I got there he was gone, and they’ve all said the same thing, one minute he was there and then the next…

He doesn’t need to finish that for Herr Krähe to know what happened, and he let’s out a sigh to signify as such as he plops back down in his throne. One of his hands raises and covers partially his masked face while he’s trying to think as the camera cuts to ringside…
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MA: The following Tag Team contest will be contested under Tornado Rules, one fall to a finish and if for the Tag Team Championship of the WORLD!!!

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

"Kill Me With The Beat.."

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

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

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

[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 a Capella. 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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If there is a stage, then it vanishes in a hail of smoke and deep red fireworks fired upwards in an X shape. The significance of the X is not too difficult to guess, especially when people are screaming the letter out, with Daisuke ‘The Crow’ Tanaka singing the chorus to his own theme over the top

[align=center]X
Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Subete Nugisutero!
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After the first round of that, the guitars pick as two men walk out from the back through the debris their entrance is causing. The Tag Team Champions of the World, Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond, with deafening explosions behind them and deafening Ohioans giving them a signal that perhaps they’re not the most popular people in the building tonight. Not that it has ever stopped these two.

[align=center]X
Kanjite Miro!
X
Sakende Miro!
X
Kokoro Moyase!
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Calmly the two approach the ring, belts in hand, and they leave them on the timekeeper’s desk and stare up into the ring. Zesboca slides out of the ring for a quick attack, before Mike Anderson can give his introductions, but gets caught up in Daisuke’s coat and punched in the kidneys by Mr. Blond. Tanaka hops up onto the apron and demands that Shaun Wilson gives him enough room to enter the ring without being attacked, and now’s as good a time as any to ring the bell.

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

He needs a lot of coaxing from the referee, but eventually Shaun Wilson is ushered away for the Other Super Ninja to enter the ring. Words are exchanged between the two men, more going in the direction of Daisuke than towards Wilson; with the White Crow raising his hands into a guard and motioning Wilson to come at him. The response he’s met with is not encouraging; the “Jive Talking Ghetto Trash” belittling his opponent and just irritating him. Not that Dai-chan shows any sign of being irritated. Indeed, it’s the impetuous youth who seems more irritated, and flies with a Leg Lariat. The kick misses and a nudge into the ropes rebounds him backwards into a Japanese Leg Roll/Daisuke Clutch!

[align=center]One!

Daisuke stands up out of the Bridge!![/align]


JH: The Arrogance of the man!

CM: I know, Bitchen, what made him think that he could kick Daisuke in the face?

JH: That wasn’t what I meant…

On the outside, a rather one sided brawl is taking place. Zessy has been thoroughly ensnared in Daisuke and Blondie’s cloaks and is stumbling around the ringside area with Mr. Blond nudging her, this way and that into ring-posts and guard-rails and peppering her body with punches. It all is made to look rather easy. In the ring, the boss is having a slightly harder time of it, with Shaun Wilson forearming him in the back of the head before he turns round, and sending him on his rolling way to the corner. Understandably, Wilson is pleased, and after sending him on his way with a kick, gives the crowd a roar as if to say “Yeah, bitches, I’m the man!”

CM: This is weird, where are the eye-rakes, the low blows?

JH: It is a little strange, but on the whole rather refreshing. I wonder how Zesboca’s holding up…

CL: Who?

Who indeed? She doesn’t seem to have recovered from the coat based assault she was given earlier, and is left for dead as Mr. Blond enters to the ring to interrupt the stare-down currently going on between Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Wilson. Daisuke remains crouched in a corner, looking up patting the back of his head, although he rises as Mr. Blond approaches, and joins him in walking around Wilson. This is intended to be slightly intimidating, but it doesn’t seem that Wilson cares. After completing a circuit of the ring, Tanaka returns to his corner, leaving Blondie to take the initiative, with an attack from behind, a toe-capped boot to the back of the knee.

CL: Nothing on earth like a methodical assault, if only because it shuts Martin up.

Following the kick, Blondie shifts to a leg-lock, seeming trying to remind the world that he can actually wrestle. Zessy ponders returning to action, having extricated herself from the entrance attire of the Tanaka Zaibatsu, but Daisuke standing up and shaking the ropes to trip her up out of it. A dropkick sends her out, and means that Daisuke can leave Blondie and Wilson to it.

JH: I must say, I’m quite impressed by the restraint showed by both sides in this match in their uncharacteristic regard for the rules.

CL: What about that attack on Zessy outside?

JH: Who?

Hitchen’s turn to forget about Miss Devani, but it doesn’t seem that he’s the only one. Even Zessy seems to have forgotten about Zessy after meeting both of Daisuke’s feet with her pretty face. Shaun Wilson definitely has other things to consider; not least of which, the strange angle Mr. Blond is trying to stretch his knee. Or should that be angles, especially since he’s gone from one leg-lock to another, simply to show his repertoire. It takes a punch to the face, dramatically over sold by the Peroxide Outlaw, to break the hold.

JH: There’s something about that man that just doesn’t attract sympathy when punched in the face…

CL: Probably that awful accent.

At this, Wilson tries to capitalise with a springboard dropkick, but with the overselling, it should be obvious that Mr. Blond is faking, so that he can shakes out the rope, and get Wilson’s knee caught up in there and give it a bit of a stomping. With a look back to the boss, he leaves it at only a few kicks to let Wilson recover. Meanwhile, he has other business to attend to in the shapely form of the overlooked wrestler in this match, Zesboca Devani who is in dire need of a kicking. At least, according to Daisuke she is, and as Wilson brushes the dust off, Mr. Blond obliges. Daisuke advances on Wilson, who still has enough of a knee left to leap up to the top rope and give some kind of flying corbata type of move to The Crow, and has the sense to hold in a pin!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!![/align]


The throne of madness continues to revolve, just as this match continues onwards, with Daisuke sitting up and wondering exactly what he almost nearly lost his Tag Titles to. The flying didn’t seem to do the knee of Shaun Wilson much good, and he messes around with his shin-pad with a scowl on his face, looking up at a man with an entire lifetime’s worth of practise at looking down at people. All this does is wind Wilson up; an onslaught of Suplexes begins first with a Gut-Wrench, then a Backdrop Suplex, and then a Fisherman’s Suplex just for good measure!

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Blondie Earns His Money!!![/align]


The save is made with a tackle to the knee. Now more angry than in pain [which says a lot, considering how much pain Wilson appears to be in from that knee,] The African American Whoop-Ass machine stands up and commences slapping away at Blondie. Mr. Blond, for his part, doesn’t take any of this lying down, and responds with a fist or two to the gut. Within seconds the two are using every strike they can think of to brutalise each other in the short time they have before Daisuke steps in to stop it…

JH: Oh dear… Why is he smiling? He shouldn’t be smiling… This isn’t good.

CM: I disagree, anything that makes you piss yourself, Bitchen, cannot be bad;

CL: But cessation of hostilities cannot be good. For a start, it precludes the appearance of the sweet oxygenating claret I love so much.

JH: I can’t think this bodes well for… Um… The other one…

Even under the scarf, Daisuke’s grin is visible. Mr. Blond’s lips curl up into something that resembles a smile, and as the implications of Daisuke’s nod set in, mirth even arrives in Shaun Wilson’s face. In fact, only one person involved in this match doesn’t seem too pleased by this, the forgotten vixen; Zesboca Devani, who goes to confront her partner about this…

CM: SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!!! THE MIST!!! THE BLUE MIST!!! BLUE MIST!!!

JH: Zesboca, blinded.. By her own partner…?

She doesn’t have a chance. Blinded by Shaun Wilson spewing noxious mist in her face, and choked by the sudden appearance of Daisuke Tanaka’s Shining Triangle, she falls back to one knee. Mr. Blond saunters across the ring and gets up to a job as he bounces off the ropes; the Quiff Kick follows, and as the three men strike a pose, the only thing left for JJ. to do is ask if Zessy is still conscious.

[align=center]DINGDINGDING!!![/align]

MA: Here are your winners, By Submission… And STILL Tag Team Champions of the World… The TANAKA ZAAAAIIIIIIBAAAAAAATSSSSUUUUUUU!!!!!

CM: Well, in emphatic style, the Dead Weight has been Dropped. Shaun Wilson has seemingly thrown his lot in wi-

JH: Thrown any morals he may have had away is more like it. This is madness. What right has he to go near those belts after that display?

To emphasize the point, the three men stand in the centre of the ring, belts held high between them. The first to break the pose is Mr. Blond, who drags up a barely stirring Zesboca up by the throat, hauling her up into the air as if for a Backdrop Suplex. Viciously grinning, Shaun Wilson relinquishes his hold the gold temporarily, only step out onto the ring apron in order…

JH: Oh no… The victory, no the Theft just isn’t enough, is it? There always needs to be more… The rival just has to be eliminated…

Hitchen looks on in horror as Shaun Wilson hits his Swandive Stunner, the Chin Check on to his once-partner, who’s lifted up above the ring by Blondie; all the better to drop her on her head with...

The EMTs come rushing, brushing past the three villians; Shaun Wilson has one of the belts, on the way up the aisle, checking his hair in the reflection, as Blondie sparks up his victory cigar. All in all, a good night's work for the Tanaka Zaibatsu.

After the shocking turn of events of the tag title match, the camera cuts to the backstage area where there’s a monitor showing it. Standing near said monitor is none other than FIW’s interviewers Jeff Noon, Toby Bostock and Rebecca Hunter watching with great interest. Toby’s reaction is one of shock, and a bemused smirk forms on the plump lips of Miss Hunter while Noon looks especially terrified over the revealing of a new Zaibatsu member. Hunter flings her hair off of her shoulder and picks up one of the micro phones FIW has handy for them to use for their interviews.

Rebecca Hunter: That sure was some thing.

There is a small nod from the still in shock Toby and a even smaller whimper from Jeff.

Toby Bostock: Yeah…

Briefly her eyes flash over her fellow co-workers and a devilish grin starts to form.

Rebecca Hunter: It sure would raise some one’s stock here if they managed to snag the first interview with those guys after some thing like that.

For the second time Bostock just gives a small nod and still looks utterly dumb struck.

Toby Bostock: Yeah…

With a cackle she bolts from the position and heads presumably for the gorilla position to catch Daisuke Tanaka’s personal army. It takes a few moments for this to register, but eventually it does and Toby grabs his micro phone and Jeff and sprints after her. Noon wails in fright and tries his hardest to keep up even with tripping over his feet so much.

Toby Bostock: Hey!

This international gesture gets Rebecca’s attention to turn behind her for a short time and her grin widens.

Rebecca Hunter: Sorry Bostock, but I do so love a man with power…and money…and good looks!

Once again she cackles as she turns her attention back to the path in front of her and Toby glares daggers into her back. Slowly but surely he manages to catch up to her, partially thanks to the fact that she is trying to run in high heels while he’s running in sneakers. At this point he let’s go of Noon, who falls behind as Hunter and Bostock slap at each other and try to trip one another in a very first grade little girls kind of way.

Toby Bostock: You’re not getting this story!

She pushes his head roughly, sending him off balance for a few moments.

Rebecca Hunter: Like Hell I’m not!

The two continue to fight amidst themselves for several seconds until they both face plant onto the floor from tripping each other. While they are busy fighting with each other on the floor, Jeff slips past the two and shuffles down the hall way trembling and whimpering. Both are so caught up in their cat fight they don’t even notice the figures walking across the hall way behind them that the camera zooms in on. Getting a shot of the cloaked wheel chair bound person, the face painted man and now two other white cloaked figures before cutting to ringside…
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The guitars of “Alive And Kicking” blast over the PA system as the crowd stir and stare toward the stage…

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, and is for the UNDIPSUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! On his way to the ring, from Leamington Spa, England… THIS! IS! EEEEELLLLLLLRIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!

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

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


MA: And his opponent… he is the Undisputed International Champion… from the alleys of New York City… weighing in at THREE hundred, NINEteen pounds… CRRRRRRAAAAAACKERJAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

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

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


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

[align=center]DINGDINGDINGDINGDING![/align]

JH: And this match is underway! Two incredible athletes, one of the strongest men I’ve ever seen in the sport of professional wrestling and the one with the most heart, the most grit, the most determination--

CL: Seriously Hitchen, stop talking about Crackerjack. Elrick’s going to feel left out.

JH: I WAS talking about Elrick!

Elrick gets in a fighting stance and circles around his opponent with his fists up, ready to guard anything… Crackerjack merely watches him dance around, not bothering to attack just yet.

CM: Come the hell on, what’s with the slowdown?

JH: Elrick is waiting to pick his spot, and I think Crackerjack’s waiting to see what Elrick will do!

CL: Stand there and look like an asshole, that’s my vote.

Elrick feints a charge in, and Crackerjack readies for it, but the Career Killer stops short and backs a few paces away. Crackerjack relaxes again and seems to heave his body in a sigh as Elrick continues strafing back and forth in front of him.

JH: Looking for a hole in the defenses of the manolith, Crackerjack, is no easy task!

CM: Yeah, well apparently slowing down the pace of the pay per view to a fucking crawl is. I’m about ready to take a nap.

Elrick feints a few more steps inward, but this time Crackerjack doesn’t seem to care. And indeed, he jumps right back to where he was, hopping from foot to foot and looking for that opening. A small clutch of smarks in the front row start clapping and chanting at Elrick.

[align=center]“YOU CAN’T WRESTLE!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “YOU CAN’T WRESTLE!”[/align]

CL: I don’t know who those fans are, but they’re fucking awesome.

Elrick looks over to the clutch angrily, and that gives Crackerjack the opportunity HE wanted as he charges forward and LEVELS Elrick with a shoulder block!

CM: OUCH! Body check, aisle five!

‘Jack bends down and lifts Elrick off the mat, but Elrick isn’t dead or anything. I mean, come on. It was a measly shoulder block. He fires a few punches in retaliation, but takes a STRONG punch to the stomach for his efforts. Elrick drops to his knees from the blow, but as Crackerjack bends down to retrieve him, El rears back and SNAPS him in the head with a vicious head butt!

JH: Smart move by Elrick, playing possum to open Crackerjack up for a surprise head butt!

CL: Or… y’know. Dumb luck. My vote is for dumb luck.

CM: Mine too.

Elrick gets to his feet with a few harsh punches to Crackerjack’s head as he holds the man bent over in front of him. He hesitates for a second before swinging his entire body to get enough momentum to FORCE Crackerjack to cycle over and DROP him across the canvas with a snapping swinging neck breaker!!

JH: Such excellent tenacity and technical skill by Elrick!

CM: A neck breaker does not a technical wrestler make.

JH: Oh? And what does, Chip?

CM: … eh… uh… err… a degree in computer sciences?

With ‘Jack on the ground, for once, Elrick hops into the sky looking to drive the point of his knee in to the manolith’s skull… sadly for him, Crackerjack gets the fuck out of the way. Who would’ve thought?

CL: Elrick can’t be missing shots like that if he wants to win against Crackerjack.

JH: One misplaced knee drop does not a failure make.

CL: No, but ending sentences with verbs certainly makes a douche bag.

Elrick cradles his knee as ‘Jack rises, then gets a few boots put to his stomach for general purposes. Crackerjack pulls Elrick up off the mat by his manties and neck before wrangling him into something more resembling a chancerie and holding him up vertical. Crackerjack stalls on the suplex…

CL: Awww, it’s times like these I wish we had the bloodrush clock. *wipes a tear for NGIW*

… then unceremoniously drops Elrick to the mat.

CL: Nice suplex.

JH: That wasn’t a suplex!

CL: Yyyyyes it was.

JH: It was not! It doesn’t resemble a damn thing I’ve ever seen Dean Malenko or… or Chris Benoit do!

CM: It doesn’t resemble murdering children? Well, no. No, I guess it doesn’t.

Bored with the idea of Elrick on the mat, Crackerjack pulls him back to his feet and whips him to the far ropes. Jack himself runs to the opposite set to build up momentum for a seriously powerful--NO!! Elrick comes back faster and TAKES THEM BOTH OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!!

JH: CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!!

THAT’S WHAT I JUST SAID!!

Mark Jackson wiggles his moustache and starts the mandatory 20-count.

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!
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Jack and El are still on the floor, Elrick holding the back of his head.

JH: Looks like Elrick didn’t take the fall to the outside so well. We should get some medics down here and--

CL: And what? End the match ‘cuz Smellrick needs a band-aid? Puh-lease.

[align=center]THREE!


FOUR!
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Elrick finally starts really stirring, pushing up to his knees and keeping vertical…ish. He looks down at Crackerjack who SITS THE FUCK STRAIGHT UP!!

CL: BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! RIGHT HANDS! IT’S THE UNDERTAKER!!

[align=center]FIVE!


SIX!
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Crackerjack puts his head on a swivel in Elrick’s direction, which causes the Career Killer to nip to his feet and attempt to lariat Crackerjack’s head off. His aim is a little high, and he instead gets a glancing blow off the top of ‘Jack’s noggin, allowing him little pain as he gets the rest of the way up and grabs Elrick by the shoulders, stopping him.

[align=center]SEVEN!!


EIGHT!!
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CM: Uh-oh. Elrick’s gonna pay for getting his armpit so close to Crackerjack’s face!

‘Jack locks in a half nelson and takes a step toward the walkway before HEAVING Elrick off his feet and DRIVING him down into the concrete!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! That’s unprotected concrete, folks, and Elrick just landed SPINE-FIRST on it!

CM: *covers ears* “BACK“! YOU SAY “BACK“!!!

[align=center]NINE!!


TEN!!
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Crackerjack seems to have lost all patience and pretense, now soccer kicking Elrick up the walkway a bit. This only moves him a few feet, but as Crackerjack rears back for a HUGE soccer kick, Elrick rolls away, causing ‘Jack to miss his target, overshoot, and have the momentum take him flat on his back!

[align=center]ELEVEN!!


TWELVE!!!
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JH: It’s rare we get past the first ten of the twenty-count, Elrick and Crackerjack better consider what they’re doing or they’ll get counted out and this match will end on a draw!

CL: Eh. At least ‘Jack gets to keep the title that way.

Elrick pushes himself to get off the floor and shakes out the cobwebs before stomping ‘Jack’s face in like a Jack O Lantern. He stops his assault and pulls Crackerjack to his feet, facing the ring.

[align=center]THIRTEEN!!!


FOURTEEN!!!
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JH: This is getting intense! Will you guys get back to the damn ring!

CM: I don’t think Elrick’s smart enough to know Mark’s not counting to show off his mad number skillz.

Elrick locks in a full nelson and HEAVES with all his might to PULL CRACKERJACK OFF HIS FEET AND SUPLEX HIM BACKWARD INTO THE STEEL STAGE WITH A RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!!!

JH: ELRICKPLEX ‘06!!! ELRICKPLEX ‘06 INTO THE DAMN STEEL STAGE!!!

[align=center]FIFTEEN!!!


SIXTEEN!!!
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Elrick sits in place as Crackerjack rolls around holding his injured head. He finally seems to become conscious of the count. He wobbly gets to his feet and starts half-limping, half-running balls-out to the ring.

JH: GO, ELRICK, GO!!

[align=center]SEVENTEEN!!!


EIGHTEEN!!!
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Crackerjack finally gets to his feet as well, sees Elrick running, and snatches the UIC off the nearby timekeeper’s table (yes, nearby; the timekeeper is on the stage with the announcers). He charges after Elrick with the title in his arms, gaining great distance on him from the virtue of his longer legs.

CL: Come on, Jack! Get there first!

[align=center]NINETEEN!!!





DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!![/align]

I know what you’re thinking. There was no twenty count. That’s rather premature. But that’s because we didn’t end the match on a twenty count. No, this match has ended because Crackerjack barreled in at full-speed from behind Elrick and LEVELED him in the back of the head with the Undisputed International Championship.

CL: AND CRACKERJACK JUST INJURUINED ELRICK’S DAMN HEAD!!!

JH: SON OF A BITCH!! HE RUINED THIS MATCH!!! HE RUINED THIS MATCH!!

CM: Because a count-out is such a great way to end things, but a DQ? Oh, heavens to Betsy no.

MA: The winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification… CHRIS! ELLLLRICK!!! However, as the title doesn’t change hands on disqualification, still the Undisputed International Champion… CRRRRRAAAACKERJAAAAAAAAACK!!!

Crackerjack doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He mostly appears to be lying in wait for Elrick to get back up so he can lamb-baste him with the title again. Elrick rises from the floor, blood positively DRIPPING down his features. Crackerjack hustles in to strike, but Elrick dodges out of the way and trips ‘Jack up with one leg, leading him to SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE TITLE AND INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!!!

JH: YES!! RETRIBUTION FOR ELRICK!!

CL: I call gay. GAY.

Elrick wipes some of the blood out of his eyes and grabs Crackerjack by the mask, smack-talking for a moment before taking the title out from under his head and SMASHING it again into the steel stairs! Crackerjack flops off the stairs and rolls onto his back on the outside, and Elrick stands above him, holding the UIC high.

JH: This is one small victory for Elrick in his path to the Undisputed International Championship! Crackerjack had better watch his damn back!

CL: I think I’d better start watching WWE PPV. This is getting homo-erotic.

Yet again the FIW camera crew find themselves back in the depths of the boiler room, with Krähe working at a feverish pace on some thing. Whatever it is he finishes writing on it and puts the feather aside, folding the piece of paper and putting it into an envelope. Carefully presses his crest down onto the ends of it to close the envelope and lets it dry for a moment. Then he picks it up and hands it over to his Chief of Security that is standing in front of the desk, who gladly takes it.

Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Remember what it is… kssshhhhhk... that I said Lazaro…kssshhhhhk...

There is a small and still slightly shameful nod from the larger man.

Lazaro: Yes, my master…

Without another word he turns around and storms out of the office like a bat out of hell, closing the door behind him on his way out. Now that matter is taken care of, the General Manager turns his attention back to some paper work that needs his attention greatly. For several moments he peacefully works alone in the dark and damp room, the only sounds filling it are his own breaths from the mask. It is some thing so minor that at first Herr Krähe doesn’t even notice it though it continues to happen and steadily increases.

His body language becomes annoyance and he looks up from his papers to his candles that are flickering and desperately trying to stay lit. Every passing moment that becomes a harder and harder task for them until they are nearly completely put out and the GM watches this. It is only when the light dims to such a drastic point that he realizes some thing must be wrong here, and drops his paper work back down onto his desk where it was before. He plants his hands against his chair’s arm rests and begins to push his body to get up onto his feet to investigate.


Krähe: kssshhhhhk...kssshhhhhk... mmph!...kssshhhhhk…

Forcefully the General Manager is pushed back down into his seat and his metallic breathing increases to a panicked rate. When the candles manage to flicker bright enough the camera sees why, there are six white hooded cloaked men surrounding his desk and chair. Also, in a crouching manner on his desk with one hand helping to balance staring right at the GM is the white and black face painted man in the crimson trench coat. What looks like traces of a smile curls on the edges of his lips that are only thing visible of his face. His right painted hand resting comfortable and casually on the GM’s chest, drumming away a beat on it as the camera cuts to ringside…
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JH: We have had such an amazing show here at Blessed and Forsaken thus far, and we are far from done still! Next up is the Hellcat title!

CL: If you ask me, EVERY match in FIW should be Horrorcore rules. Jaime has certainly proved though that she would kick some serious ass if NGIW were here…*sniff*

[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 the special guest referee for this contest, yes, folks, she IS an FIW SUPERSTAR…RORY VON DRAAAACHENBERG!

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.


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: Ladies and gentlemen, FIW’s Blessed and Forsaken continues with a one fall contest for the FIW Hellcat Championship, that will be contested under HORRORCORE RULES! First, 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.
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MA: Uh...One hundred and twenty three pounds, the challenger, 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.

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: Her opponent is FROM RIGHT HERE IN 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.

[align=center]*DING DING*[/align]

[align=center]JAIME

JAIME

JAIME

JAIME[/align]


JH: All right! Here we go, Hellcat title on the line! And LISTEN to this crowd, they are solidly behind Jaime Lee!

CM: This had better be worth it, and by worth it I want girl-on-girl action! Roxie has the hots for Jaime, we all know this, and she’d better act on it!

The ref shows the belt to both girls, before he calls them forth for a handshake. Roxie immediately puts her hand out, the crowd encouraging Jaime to accept it. She looks a little pensive though, watching Roxie carefully to make sure she doesn’t try to get the unfair advantage, and answers the handshake, her eyes locking with Roxie’s as now they tense up, ready for the showdown. They lock up in the center of the ring, Jaime getting the quick advantage with an arm lever, using her hand in almost a knucklelock to keep Roxie at bay, but Roxie forward flips to loosen Jaime’s grip and spins her to the mat with an arm-dragonscrew! Jaime keeps her cool and spins to roll onto her stomach, pulling Roxie’s foot out from under her but Roxie does a complete backflip and lands on her feet, throwing a front kick at Jaime who catches her foot, spins her around…AND BLASTS HER WITH A SHUFFLE SIDE KICK!

JH: OH man!

CL: Roxie’s going to feel that for fucking sure! If only she had kicked a chair in her face, we’d have blood already!

Roxie’s definetly dazed as Jaime salutes the crowd who are giving her a well deserved reaction, she presses the attack on Roxie now by cornering her in the turnbuckle, grabbing her for an Irish whip to send her to the other corner, but Roxie keeps her ground and reverses it, sending Jaime into the same corner chest first! Roxie charges but Jamie uses the top rope and her upper body strength to elevate herself up and around, catching Roxie in a HURRICANRANA THAT TAKES HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!

JH: She changed directions in midair! Incredible athleticism!

CM: I’d give this job up to have Jaime’s legs wrapped around my head every night..Hehehe..

CL: She’s not done! Look!

Jaime is now on the apron, tensed for Roxie to get up and when she does Jaime runs and jumps off the apron, catching Roxie’s head and PLOWING HER INTO THE CONCRETE WITH A TORNADO DDT! The crowd ROARS at the move as Jaime scrambles into the cover..

[align=center]1..

2..

KICKOUT![/align]


When Jaime goes to pick her up Roxie connects with a back elbow to the midsection, following this up with a toe kick to the same area once she’s back up on her feet. Roxie then takes Jaime by the arm and whips her HARD shoulder first into the steel steps just nearby! Roxie now having a small advantage goes underneath the ring and pulls out a few weapons, a couple of those being a pair of steel chairs and a trash can! Roxie leaves the other weapons as she sets up one of the chairs as if she was going to sit on it, then goes and picks up Jamie, stunning her with a HARD spinning back kick before jumping up onto the apron, poising herself and quickly jumping off, BULLDOGGING JAIME INTO THE CHAIR! Jaime looks out of it as Roxie rolls her over for the cover..

[align=center]1..

2..

SHOULDER UP BY JAIME![/align]


JH: That was a NASTY bulldog by Roxie, she has got to keep the advantage up if she wants to win the Hellcat Championship!

Roxie looks a little frustrated now as she stomps away on the chest of Jaime a couple times, picking her up now and dragging her towards the entrance way. Once she’s where Roxie apparently wants her to be, Roxie snatches up the trash can and dome checks Jaime with it, knocking her down again! Roxie brings the can up and then down one more time into Jaime’s ribs, and tossing the can aside, the fired up New Yorker pins Jaime again..

[align=center]1..

2..

KICKOUT AGAIN![/align]


JH: Another kickout by Jaime, this show of tenacity is nothing short of impressive, folks! There is NO WAY she is leaving Cleveland, Ohio without her Hellcat title!

CM: Is sh-Is she BLEEDING? Oh, MAN, that’s hot.

Indeed, the trash can and the bulldog into the chair has opened a gash just above Jaime Lee’s eyebrow, and she’s bleeding but not too badly as she uses the rails to help herself up, Roxie now trying to set the trash can up against the other guardrail. Roxie turns back to Jaime in time to get kicked hard in the midsection by the Hellcat Champion, spun around and whipped back with a Russian Legsweep into the can and into the railing!

JH: LOOK out! Jaime Lee is back in it just like THAT!

CM: Wait, Bitchen, look up there!

Our attention is pointed to the top of the stage now as Jaime throws Roxie back into the ring, the trash can along with her, it would appear none other than Yukimura and a few Yakuza heavies have appeared on the ramp, all of the men watching this match very carefully.

JH: What the hell business does Yukimura, an associate of that slimeball Daisuke Tanaka have out here!?

CL: Maybe it has somethin’ to do with Roxie’s ties to the mob!

CM: Or maybe it has to do with Yuki wanting up Jaime’s skirt! You see that look in his eyes?

CL & JH: Shut. Up. Chip.

Meanwhile as the announcers bicker, Roxie has taken over on Jaime with a couple savage forearm strikes, she sends Jaime into the ropes with the trash can laying in the middle of the ring, Jaime however jumps up on the second rope, MOONSAULTING back into Roxie and rolling her up into a pinning predicament!

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2..

ROXIE KICKS AWAY![/align]


Jaime wipes a little blood off her face that has gotten in her eyes, then she picks up Roxie, stunning her with a kick before winding her arm up full armdrag and twist, backing towards the ropes! The crowd rises out of their seats, knowing what’s on the way as Jaime steadies herself and starts walking the ropes with tremendous agility, once she gets out to the center of the rope she poises to jump for the ‘rana but Roxie falls on the top rope, causing Jaime to slip and crotch herself on the top! Roxie resets her position so that Jaime’s sitting on the top turnbuckle , speaking of chairs Roxie has grabbed one very quickly that she put in the ring earlier and sets it next to her and Jaime, so that she can DRAG JAIME OFF THE TOP AND INTO THE CHAIR HEAD FIRST WITH A DDT!!

JH: GOOD SWEET CHRIST! JAIME LEE IS KNOCKED OUT!

Roxie makes the cover, hooking the leg..

[align=center]1..

2..

NO! JAIME JUST GOT HER SHOULDER UP![/align]


JH: How is this not over?!

CL: Jaime Lee is fucking impressing me right now. She DEFINETLY would have belonged in NGIW, no joke.

The native Ohio crowd is roaring out of their seats, pleading as loud and as raucously as they can for Jaime to get back into this, as Roxie is becoming visibly pissed off that she cannot put Jaime Lee down for the three count seemingly. She picks up the chair now and drags Jaime to the center of the ring, putting her stomach first onto the chair and giving her a couple stomps for good measure.

JH: What could Roxie be trying here?

CM: No clue, but it’d better not be any of that flippy-floppy bullshit! She’s screwed if she tries that and misses!

Roxie doesn’t seem to hear Chip as she starts ascending the turnbuckle, judging the distance as she’s going up, she poises herself and springs off, flipping into a Shooting Star Press that gets NOTHING BUT STEEL! JAIME MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND ROXIE CRASHED RIBS FIRST INTO THE CHAIR! She pops up IMMEDIATELY grabbing her ribs, but doesn’t have long to favor them as Jaime absolutely clobbers her with a hook kick to the skull!

JH: HOME RUN!

CL: Oh, she’s fucking OUT! This is it!

CM: Please be bleeding, please be bleeding..

Jaime drops and covers..

[align=center]1..

2..

NOOO! ROXIE’S OUT AGAIN![/align]


JH: Man, what is it gonna TAKE?

Jaime gets up now and has an idea of what it’s going to take, taking one of the chairs now and setting it up in the middle of the ring, calling for Blood on the Dance Floor, or more appropriately Blood on the Steel Chair as she sets up for her arm/leghook DDT, but before she can drive Roxie down Roxie sends a couple shots into her midsection with her free arm, breaking Jaime’s grip, she quickly picks up Jaime and connects with a SIDEWALK SLAM LANDING JAIME ON THE CHAIR!!

JH: INTO THE CHAIR! BACK FIRST INTO THE CHAIR!

CL: Why the fuck isn’t she pinning Jaime!

CM: Because she just locked on the Thumb Breaker!

The crowd starts cheering, pounding on the rails as the submission’s locked in, Roxie ripping and tearing as the crowd is encouraging Jaime to fight out of it, Rory Von D checking for the submission, Yukimura watching with bated breath, wondering if Roxie will indeed come away with the Hellcat title as Jaime starts fighting to her feet, the pain nearly overwhelming her!

JH: This is scary, Jaime’s got to fight out of this NOW or she’s gonna’ get her arms broken!

CL: Yeah, I remember what happened to La Lesbiana Fantastica, when Roxie used that hold Lesbiana got her arm busted too!

Jaime’s back up to her feet now but instead of trying to escape the hold, Jaime rushes Roxie backward towards the ropes, both girls falling through the ropes and crashing onto the hard concrete floor, finally breaking the Thumb Breaker’s grip on her arms. Both girls look absolutely spent as they both try to get up, both try to get back in the ring, as Rory von Drachenberg is counting them out, she gets up to five but suddenly calls for the bell upon seeing a signal from the timekeeper!

[align=center]*DINGDINGDING*[/align]

JH: What happened?

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the thirty minute time limit has expired, this bout is a DRAW!! Still the FIW Hellcat Champion, JAIIIIMEEEE LEEEEE!

CL: Wow! Roxie’s not gonna be a fucking happy camper at all!

JH: What a match! And here comes Extreme Ninja #2, surprisingly unmolested by Yukimura, out to check on his friend!

CM: *cough*Fuckbuddy*cough*

As Conse deals Chip a deft slap upside the head, Ninja is checking on his compatriot who is cradling her sore arm, the Hellcat title draped over her shoulder by Rory as she celebrates a little bit, enjoying the title defense although she’s beaten up, bruised and bleeding, on the other hand Roxie’s sitting on her knees, screaming like a maniac, yanking at her blonde locks in anger.

For the fourth time tonight the camera cuts back to the boiler room, just in time to see papers flying in every which direction. Nearly every thing is flying in the air or some where it wasn’t before, mostly done by the Chief of Security who is frantically looking through it. There is a faint trace of sweat forming on his but that doesn’t stop him from continuing his search for whatever it is he is looking for. The candles are completely out and he’s using the open door way’s light to find his way around the domain of his master.

Lazaro: There must be…There must be some clue…What happened to you, my master…What am I going to do…Who did this…

All are mummers under his breath as he continues his search, only pausing when there is a sudden knock on the open door. The former skull cowboy whips his hulking form around to see standing in the door way a well dressed man of Japanese heritage. The man known as Kitano Kobayashi, the representative of FIW’s head sponsor YAMATO Corp. This young man pushes his glasses further up his nose and smiles politely, casually walking into the depressing room.

Kitano Kobayashi: Perhaps I could be of some assistance Lazaro-san…

Watching him, the Chief of Security’s chest heaves up and down as he breathes heavily and the two men stare at each other. Before Lazaro can answer the man’s vague offer the camera cuts back to ringside…
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JH: This evening has seen some tremendous feats and some fantastic matches as well as some down right horrible and strange turn of events. People’s fingers cut off, new champs crowned, the reveal of the Tanaka Zaibatsu’s newest member, people carved up while the lights are out, time limit draws, and worst of all Graver! That darn thie-

CL: Hey! Shut your mouth Hitchen! Graver was apart of that match and merely used his mind to out think the opposition, so shut your fucking mouth. Besides, you forgot the best part, looks like that treacherous General Manager finally got what has been coming to him. Whoever did it gets a big thank you and fruit basket from me after this match where Grav-

CM: Thief.

JH: Yes, a thief is the per-

CL: Oh? What’s this?! You two fuck wits are actually agreeing on some thing? I always thought you were a bit smarter than Chip at the very least Jonathon.

CM: Thie-hey! I resemble that remark!

JH: …Graver’s still a thief.

CL: Sorry, I forgot that Prime and Hutch, and Kennedy are all just the very definition of honor and respect for their fellow competitor.

CM: It’s Graver’s fault I can’t at least enjoy the jiggling and bouncing in this match, completely his fault! Getting in between hot women and me is an unforgivable act…helps he is a smelly jerk too.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the scheduled main event for Blessed and Forsaken Two Thousand and Seven! The General Manager has granted this bout a one hour time limit and it is one fall to a finish with senior official, Tony Clarke as your referee! And…it is for…the Global Heavyweight Championship…the World Heavyweight Championship…the Full Intensity Dual Crown Championship!


The beat of the drum counts off the flashes of light before they cut entirely. Trent Reznor's signature dready vocals chant over the airwaves as his Nine Inch Nails rock your face.

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The guitars take it up to eleven as the stage lights strobe in hyperspeed as we now notice that a strong fog of mist has flooded the stage. Through that mist Graver strides, the barbed wire cinderblock with a belt looped through the top hole to give it some range in one hand.

The Reject of Rejects thrusts one fist into the air and the lights rise from black to deep blue before he makes his way to the ring. He goes to shake hands with a fan, but instead flips them off, laughing as he totes his cinderblock toward the ring. Graver sets the block on the outside near his corner before grabbing the top rope and FLINGING himself one-handed over it unceremoniously.

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Graver has dropped to his knees and been rocking out in time with his air guitar. He rises to his feet and flips off all the fans, hopping up onto the top rope to give them additional deuces as his music dies away.


CL: New music? I can dig it, and I hope it’s a sign that Kitten’s reign ends tonight.

CM: What’s happened to him though? He’s not quite the disgusting hobo I’ve grown used to.

JH: I…don’t know, Graver in this state was last seen nearly a year ago…


[align=center]A weird sound echoes around arena and soon a guitar begins to play with the echo in the background, the bass guitar comes in shortly after. The guitars and echo stop, a drum and piano beat replace them. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in. He has around his neck the chain that Lucy used to carry now he carries it in his right hand and over his head covering his face he wears his mask. Kitten stands on the stage listening to the mix of his music, the supporting cheers and the hate filled jeers.

I realize my world of demise
and the poisonous sky
that's stinging my eyes
I clench my fist
I spill my blood
I clench my fist
'cause I am the tool


Xtreme Kitten walks down to ringside calmly, he stands there and surveys the ring.

I'm burning with contempt
that's bringing me down!
I'm burning with contempt
that's bringing me down!
I'm burning with contempt
that's bringing me down!


Kitten gets a short run up and jumps onto the apron landing on one foot then the other, he then hops into the ring and jogs to his corner while undoing the spiked collar. Kitten hangs the chain over the middle turnbuckle.

AS OF NOW
I AM A TOOL
OF SEVERE IMPACT
HAMMER DOWN
CAUSE AND EFFECT
AND CREATE A NEW WORLD!


The music stops and Kitten quickly pulls off his mask. Kitten points the a member of the crowd and offers to throw the mask to them, their excitement turns to angry as Xtreme Kitten laughs a little and throws his mask onto the apron near his corner. He then walks over to his corner and rest against it waiting for the match to start.[/align]


CM: Hey, the freak has new music too.

JH: An entrance that Kennedy should’ve seen up close instead of Graver when she locked horns with Kitten in what is a day shy of the anniversary of their Hellraise bout.

CL: Oh cry me a fucking river, write me a comment in my blog on MySpace, then go listen to MCR and slit your wrists limey. Then when you fail to properly kill yourself because you Brits can’t do any thing right, I’ll send you a “Go to hell” graphic in your comments section and you’ll cry yourself to sleep watching Nightmare matches.


Now that the entrances are over, Tony pats down both men carefully to ensure no illegal objects and explains the rules to both. As he is doing this the house lights dim for now and a sole spotlight shines down in the center of the center on Michael Anderson.


MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Detroit, Michigan, USA and weighed in earlier today at two hundred and twelve pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…HE! IS! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERRRRRRRRR~!!!


FIW’s Reject of Rejects twirls around and actually gets some cheers, more than likely from Michigan fans that have made the trip. Course, he fixes that promptly by flipping off all of the fans and gets a deafening chorus of jeers and “Fuck you”s from the fans in attendance.


MA: And now, introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighed in earlier today at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…He is YOUR Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEENNN~!!!


FIW’s Feline Fighter saunters out of his corner with his arms out stretched and absorbing the now fully behind him crowd’s cheers and praise. His right hand balls into a fist save the thumb that he drives into his chest with each word as the fans scream right along with him “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!


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JH: Kitten may not be the most…modest man on the FIW roster, but he’s certainly leagues above Graver any day of the year!

CL: Hey, I like cat face too, but come on, you’re dreaming if you think he’s better than the Minister of Awesomocity.

CM: I…want the freak to cave Graver’s face in! Kill him! Make him pay for no boobies for Chip in the main event!

Right out the gate XK bolts across the ring and leaps into the air, trying to catch his challenger off guard with the flying Kao Loi knee strike! Amazingly, Graver manages to duck and side step, grabbing the bent knee in mid-air and performing a modified dragon screw to Kitten in mid-air! Furious with this, the Feline Fighrer tries to storm right back up to his feet only for the Fuckamaniac to clip his legs right out from under him with his shoulder! Frantically the champ tries to scramble out from underneath the smaller of the two men but the Minister of Awesomocity follows him and when he stops…slaps the taste out of his mouth!

CL: Fucking beautiful.

CM: Darn it! I said cave his head in!

JH: Perhaps the only known style of wrestling Kitten fails in to a drastic degree, technical.

Not caring about his position, the Feline Fighter throws up an elbow strike to hopefully meet with his foe’s midsection, only it doesn’t. The Reject of Rejects manages to snatch it and twists it, and rolls XK over and right into a grounded hammerlock, sitting down on top of him! Pride is hurt more than his body as Xtreme Kitten tries to wrench his arm free and get up off of his stomach, Graver cackling right in his ear to further mock him. As if this wasn’t enough, the Minister of Awesomocity starts unleashing head butts right to the back of the champ’s head while holding in the hammerlock!

CM: …So…boring…

JH: He’s just egging him on now!

CL: Nothing wrong with that, it is taking the feline down a notch or two.

Growing bored of Kitten merely just trying to throw him off, the Fuckamaniac stops the head butts after about the twelfth and presents his free hand to the crowd. Who are at first confused, until he brings it down and lodges his index and middle in the DC champ’s nostrils! XK cries out in pain when Graver pulls back as far as he can with it, pulling his head up by the very nose as if trying to rip it off of XK’s face with this “hold”! Fortunately, Tony Clarke steps in and starts his count on the Reject of Rejects that graciously removes his fingers from the Feline Fighter’s nose after it reaches a four count.

JH: That’s…that’s just disgusting!

CL: No, that’s brilliant!

CM: Ew, who would put their fingers in another person’s nose?! Think of the germs!

Carefully the Minister of Awesomocity releases the hammerlock and gets to his feet, holding XK’s arm still in place by placing his boot on XK’s wrist. Mouthing off to the fans, Graver gives them the two finger salute and leaps up as high as possibly any white man has ever jumped. His body comes crashing down onto the Feline Fighter’s arm and body with a cannon ball senton splash, clutching his side a bit and cursing under his breath from it. In an attempt to impress, the Reject of Rejects tries to kip up, only to fail, and continues to do so several more times looking like a fish out of water on the mat.

CL: Well…no one said he was athletic…

CM: Why does he keep trying?

JH: This is embarrassing…Please make it end…

Eventually frustration and anger take over, and FIW’s Fuckamaniac simply uses the ropes to help him up to his feet which he gets a mocking applause from the fans for. “Don’t patronize me you fucking marks” he growls at them to jeers and pushing back on the ropes, springing off of them. Graver runs past his foe and hits the ropes on the other side of the ring, gaining momentum and going even faster as he races past XK again. For the second time he hits the far side of the ring’s ropes and charges straight at the stirring Dual Crown Champion, who just happens to be getting up to a knee…

CM: What…was that?

JH: As much as I hate to give him credit for intelligence, Graver did some thing very few rarely do and that’s use the ropes to gain even more momentum and speed.

CL: Now, it’s time for the Shining Mea-HOLY FUCK!

The boot of Graver doesn’t touch the knee cap of Kitten for more than a few seconds before Kitten launches his body forward and clobbers Graver with a palm thrust! “FUCK” is the single word the Fuckamaniac repeats on his fall to the canvas, covering up his face as a single tooth floats through the air and drops down near by. Gently the Reject of Rejects tries to cradle his bleeding mouth and aching nose as the Feline Fighter shakes the feeling back into his hurting arm and the cobwebs out of his head. Pushing his body up and with only one good arm, Xtreme Kitten starts unloading head butts and forearm strikes onto the smaller man to an eruption of cheers!

JH: Kitten is up! Kitten is fighting! Kitten is back!

CL: Fucking bastard, Graver’s tooth!

CM: I think only a tank could stop that freak!

Desperately the Minister of Awesomocity tries to fight back, but the blows by the martial artist are just overwhelming him and he’s lacking a brass knuckle this time. With each one it sends Graver reeling and taking back steps, and the entire time the champ follows right after him. Like a shower of mist, sweat starts flying off of the body of the Reject of Rejects with the hard blows until they send him tumbling back against the ropes to hold him up. Kitten closes in on him as he continues to lean against them, only for when he is close enough to thrust his thumb right into his left eye socket to a warning from Clarke!

CL: What good are all those muscles when you just get poked in the eye? Answer? No good at all!

CM: I think I might do a run in, I can’t take it any more.

JH: Just stay here Chip! Even if Graver probably deserves it…

Tony continues to warn the challenger about that, course he ignores it and rather fakes sympathy for the eye poke and rubs his hand against his chest. “You’ll be getting my dental bill cock bag” he says as he spits a wad of blood onto the stumbling form of the champ. In a dazed state Xtreme Kitten goes for a kick but it is caught by the smaller of the two men and he whips him around only for XK to go for a lariat! Luckily, Graver ducks it and points to his head “Brains” he proclaims to the fans right before Kitten spins around and takes his head off with a discus lariat!

CM: Ha, so much for that theory.

JH: Graver was too busy taunting the fans to see the lariat coming the second time and certainly paid for it.

CL: …Shut the fuck up, seriously.

Glaring down at the fallen Reject, the Feline Fighter shakes his sore arm again and says “You’ll be getting my massage bill hack” to laughter and applause. Tenderly looking at his own arm, XK licks it before driving the point of it’s elbow straight into the cranium of the Fuckamaniac to more cheers! Clutching at his head, Graver tries to roll away only for the champion to roll on top of him and pin him to the mat. At first Kitten mockingly dishes out some weak open hand slaps to his foe before hammering down with forearm and elbow strikes as fast as he can!

JH: Now a little pay back from the champion!

CL: …That line wasn’t nearly as fucking cool when the cat man said it, though I’ll give him his due, those shots look nasty.

CM: This is what the freak excels at, striking, the ex-hobo is in trouble now.

Strike after strike after strike is raining down upon the facial features of the Minister of Awesomocity with relentless force behind them. Various parts of his arms being stained with the blood pouring out of Graver’s mouth but even that doesn’t stop the onslaught of the champion. After too many to count, Kitten does pause for a moment and says “Hey hack, maybe if you submit from the strikes I might just go easy on you” ever so confidently. The response to this offer comes when Graver spews fourth an extra big wad of blood right into the Feline Fighter’s eye and cackles in amusement, muttering “Fuck you and your senior citizen cat”.

CL: That’s right, don’t take that prick’s bullshit.

CM: To be fair, I don’t think the freak is into bestiality.

JH: He didn’t mean literally Chip…

In a feeble attempt to free him, the Reject of Rejects starts throwing his body forward and driving his head into XK’s with head butts like two football helmets! Without hesitation the champion answers back and the two start dueling with head butts to one another, each one letting out a sickening crack sound. The fans in the Quicken Loans Arena are visibly cringing as the two continue to collide heads, neither one ceasing and neither one showing the advantage.

CM: They better get some Advil for both of them after that…

JH: I think they might have more than head aches after that Chip, they might end up with concussions!

CL: Don’t be a drama queen Hitchen, they’re fine and this is fucking great!

A small trickle of blood starts to run down the Feline Fighter’s head from the tiny cut his foe’s made with the endless amounts of head butts! The sight of his own blood only fuels Xtreme Kitten and he starts throwing his head forward even harder and faster than before now. Slowly but surely inch by inch he advances and begins to dominant the exchange between the two, only stopping when Graver looks to be out of it from all of the head abuse. Cautiously he pushes his body up and gets to his feet, taking a handful of the Minister of Awesomocity’s hair and pulling him up to his feet along with him.

JH: I think Graver may regret those head butts…

CL: Fuck sake, doesn’t this cat bastard die?!

CM: No, he’s like the liquid cop from Terminator two, he just keeps coming.

It isn’t ten seconds after Kitten gets the challenger to his feet that he rears back and drives in another head butt that nearly makes the smaller man crumble, only Kitten’s hand holding him up. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion rears back and takes a deep breath, delivering a flurry of several more head butts that rip open his cut a little bit more and cause more blood to trickle down! When Graver’s legs are visibly wobbling under him, Xtreme Kitten wraps his arm around the back of his neck and throws Graver’s arm over his neck. After grabbing a handful of tights, the Feline Fighter scoops him up in the air and holds him there for several seconds in an impressive feat before driving him head first into the mat!

CL: Buddha! Stalling brainbuster!

CM: Ouch, Graver looks like he could be a crippled ex-hobo after that.

JH: This may be wrong of me to say but…it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy!

Several of the fans get ready for what looks to be a pin fall except the champion never goes for it, shaking his head and instead bringing the Fuckamaniac back up. Grabbing a hold of his wrist, Kitten throws all his weight behind whipping Graver only for him to reverse the momentum! Sadly, the reversal changes the course a little bit and sends the Feline Fighter right into the corner where he squashes the caught off guard senior official, Tony Clarke! Tony crumbles to the mat when XK staggers out and into the welcoming arms of the Reject of Rejects who locks in a front chancery, and throws them back into a DDT!

CM: Ouch, speaking of compressing necks!

JH: Worse yet, Tony Clarke is down!

CL: Wow, we haven’t had a good ole ref bump in…forever, kinda refreshing actually…Now cheat your ass off Graver before he wakes up and win those fucking belts!

Dazed, but not completely out of it, the champion starts to stir and get up onto all fours as the challenger is fiddling with his boot for some reason. Things take an even stranger turn, he undoes the boot and slips it off and starts swinging the thing from the top end of it! When Kitten turns around he nails him right in the mush with the boot and it instantly makes the Feline Fighter mysteriously fall to the mat! The fans watch on in confusion while Graver cackles and yells “Oops! How’d this lil’ fucker get in here?!” as he tosses out a steel weight from inside his boot!

JH: That…that…that…That bloody mother fucker! He used a loaded boot!

CL: Oooooh yes! Oh fuck yes! Please fucking cover him!

CM: Ew…he’s not even wearing a sock!

Indeed, the Reject of Rejects wiggles his toes in delight as the fans verbally shit on him for such antics as he hobbles over to the champion. Casually as can be he drops down and lazily hooks one leg, using his free hand to slip his boot back on and lace it up nice and tight. That smug look soon turns to annoyance and he looks around, slapping his free hand to signify he wants a count and sees that Mister Clarke is still completely out of it. Screaming at the top of his lungs he states “What’s a fucktastic bad ass have to do around here to get a count?!" Much to his luck, another FIW referee races out to the ring to make the call, the hardcore referee, Fuzz!

CL: Fuzz, if you just say fuck it and count the three I’ll love you for all time.

CM: Stupid Fuzz! He’s not the referee!


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JH: Not this way! Not this way!

CL: Yes fucking this way, yes fucking this way!


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CM: The freak has failed us!

JH: After nearly seven months Kitten’s reign ends this way?!


[align=center]THRE-NO! KICK OUT~![/align]


CL: Who gives a fuck! You saw it! He counted the three, he counted it, ring the fucking bell!

CM: The match continues!

Disbelief mixes in with outrage and soon the Fuckamaniac is up on his feet, and grabs Fuzz by his referee’s zebra shirt. “Bullshit! That was three! That was three and you fucking know it shit stain! I’m the champ!” Fuzz shakes his head, strongly disagreeing with that and pointing out that he’d best let go unless he wants to be disqualified. To a few gasps from the crowd and horror of Fuzz, the Minister of Awesomocity raises his fist and smirks darkly at the referee in his grasp. Luckily for Fuzz Graver doesn’t get to hit him, unluckily for Fuzz XK clobbers Graver from behind with a forearm that shoves him into the corner!

CM: We’re losing referees like tissues!

JH: No! Fuzz is still up! Proving why he’s one of the men that handles our more dangerous matches!

CL: Must…resist…making…joke…about…Chip…and…his…use…of…tissues…far…too…easy…

Fuzz shakes it off in time to see the FIW Dual Crown Champion knock Graver silly with a flurry of open hand slaps that go a mile a second. Followed up by a knee to the midsection, the leaves the Reject of Rejects open for a sharp spinning neckbreaker! Groaning and grabbing his neck, the Fuckamaniac starts to get back up but the Feline Fighter beats him to it and comes up from behind. To a marvelous cheer XK scoops up his challenger up onto his shoulders, carrying him around and roars “For my mask!” before dumping Graver on his head with the Cat’s Meow! Gracefully Kitten rolls the two of them over and hooks the near leg tightly, Fuzz trying to shake off the remaining cobwebs as he drops down and starts the count.

JH: Cat’s Meow!

CL: Fucking hell! No!


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CM: Yes! That ex-hobo got dropped right on his head!

JH: Kitten could have it won with this!


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CL: Graver, kick the fuck out! Do some thing!

CM: Na, na, na, hey, hey, hey…uh…you lose!


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BUT FUZZ DOESN’T SEE IT!

3~!!!


DING DING DING~!!!
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JH: What in the world?!

CL: What the fuck is this bullshit?! Is Fuzz fucking blind?!

CM: The ex-hobo got his foot on the ropes!


Fuzz turns his back on the two to call for the bell and make the announcement and while he does, XK notices the foot and intelligently removes it from said rope.


CL: That cat fucker! He just removed Graver’s evidence!

CM: I hate to say it but…the ex-hobo got screwed!

JH: This is a rather questionable ending!


MA: Your winner by pin fall and STILL Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…XXXXXXXXXXXTRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN~!!!


”National Panel Beaters” blares over the sound system and Fuzz raises Kitten’s arm in victory, and presents him with his title belts to a mixed reaction. Gingerly Graver rolls over onto one knee, holding the back of his head and tries to plea his case with the referee. Who isn’t hearing any of it and seems to believe it is merely a lie from the challenger, especially after what happened earlier and the treatment he was given. Kitten nods his head along with the music and tries to wipe some of the sweat off when suddenly the music cuts out…

JH: What’s going on?!

CL: I have no fucking clue, this is just pissing me off even more!

CM: Do you guys think it could b-

[align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd.

This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesive is possible if we strive
There’s no reason, there’s no lesson

No time like the present, telling you right now
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul


Who's with us?!


An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time.

I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,


Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Five white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a figure on it’s knees is sitting in the center of the five men. His features are hidden beneath a mask and he seems to be stuck in a straight jacket like device and various chains. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them.

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects


The near dead looking thing in the center begins to violently jerk about and move, freeing it’s limbs from the restraints. Once free enough, it starts ripping off the items and does so at a rapid pace until only the mask remains covering it’s body. Very gently it’s hands touch the mask on each side, pulling it away and a few clumps of red and black long hair with it. The six walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself.

Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's what life's about,
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,


Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The face painted man is having a bit harder time than the others, looking like he just awoke from a long slumber and is weak. In unison the five cloaked men and the other leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring.

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects


Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The largest of them holding the middle rope down and the top rope up for the face painted man to enter the ring, Kitten and Graver both looking on unsure. It is this same largest hooded cloaked figure that moves over and roughly forces the champion up to his feet..

Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,


Xtreme Kitten tries to struggle free but after that match and the sheer size difference makes it impossible for him to do so at the moment. Slowly and feebly the face painted man glides across the canvas and towards the Dual Crown Champion, a blank look on his face. One of the other cloaked figures presents him with a micro phone when he stops just a few feet away from XK. His large void like eyes staring holes into the green eyes of the champion, ignoring the flames that threaten to engulf them all.

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.


Two of the other cloaked figures force Graver up to his feet and he grudgingly does so, trying to shake them off. One by one the white cloaked minions surround Xtreme Kitten and presumably their leader in a semi-circle, holding the Reject of Rejects in it with them. Eventually the flames die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights.

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects…
The Devil’s Rejects…


Finally the music dies out and a trembling painted hand brings the micro phone to those painted lips.[/align]

????: Good evening every one…

It looks around at the people in attendance that have become completely quiet and soon returns it’s attention to the man in front of him.

????: Where are your words now…champion?

XK goes to say some thing into the micro phone only for his visitor to pull it away and bring it back to it’s own lips.

????: It is humorous in a way, we gave you fair warning and even allowed you to throw your slanderous comments about us attacking you from behind…Yet, you weren’t ready for us.

Once again the champ struggles to be freed, except that the big one is holding him in a near death grip and isn’t letting go.

????: Ha, that is exactly why you are the martyr for these wretched people and you are the one that will be made an example of.

There is some thing in his eyes, even with them devoid of all color there is such a strong emotion it manages to carry through the voids.

????: Arrogant, brash, hot headed, you think of only yourself and leave others to wallow in the ruins you’ve tossed to them like scapes. All the while you sit on top of your throne as if you were a king or God of old that people should worship without hesitation. Never once considering what you might be brewing in your sewers, what might be forming inside the minds of those that have been stepped on and forgotten. So, you see, the reason why you were chosen and are ideal…

The soft raspy voice suddenly trails off, the man’s back straightens out and what traces of feeble weakness were there disappear into thin air. Now a familiar voice speaks, one that sends a shock wave of mumbles amongst the Ohio fans…

????: Because at some point you stopped being ordinary, and became an elite…

CL: You’re fucking kidding me!

JH: It can’t be!

Shock is apparent on Kitten’s face as the painted features lean in on him, the completely white eyes glaring holes in him.

Onikage: And…some where along the way I became a reject…

FIW’s Savior of Sorrow leans in so close the two are near ready to lip lock and simply utters into the micro phone…

Onikage: Boo.

Some fans are cheering, some fans are jeering, and some yet are in utter bewilderment still as Onikage gestures around at his comrades!

Onikage: Just like all of them…

One by one the hoods drop, revealing Phyllis Bathory, Colbert Tottington, Crackerjack, Kiyoshi Nakahata and an unknown young man!

Onikage: Gabriel…come over here and be the first to set an example…

The one alongside Colbert holding Graver let’s go, and the young man with long black hair glides forward till he is standing beside Onikage.

Onikage: Kitten meet Gabriel, you could say..he’s a apprentice of mine.

”Gabriel” as he seems to be called throws off his white cloak, getting ready to do unspeakable horrors to the Feline Fighter. Just then Graver breaks loose from Colbert and storms past the others, getting in between Kitten and Gabriel & Onikage looking ready to fight.

JH: What the?!

CL: Looks like Graver isn’t taking too kindly to that sheep fucker taking his title of reject!

CM: Are we going to see Graver and the other freak get it on?!

Just when the Minister of Awesomocity is about to throw a punch…He turns around and pump kicks Xtreme Kitten square in the jaw!

CL: No fucking way! No! It can’t be happen!

CM: Wait a second…SEVEN members!

The fans are first in shock, and then jeer loudly when Graver and Onikage embrace in a hug like two long lost brothers. The Reject of Rejects grabs hold of the micro phone for a moment and stops his laughter long enough to say.

Graver: Like I’d ever help your fucking punk ass!

To add insult to injury the Fuckamaniac spits on the champion, upon a hand signal Crackerjack forces the DC down onto his knees. Onikage and Graver saunter over to right in front of him, the others closing in around them until they can barely be seen.

Onikage: It was me Kitten, me instructing Graver to seek out those you have damaged in one way or another and it was me that ordered him to take this…

From within his pocket he pulls out the blood stained and ripped up Gatito mask and holds it up over their heads.

Onikage: A mask that should’ve never been your’s in the first place, and a mask that you will never be able to touch again.

Raising his right leg, he punts XK straight on the chest and sends him toppling over in a heap on the mat.

Onikage: For all those watching, this is merely the beginning…The beginning of the end of every thing you know to be true. From now on, question every thing, trust nothing, because we are here…We’ve taken your precious General Manager, we’ve raped your precious Dual Crown Champion of his identity…And…

An eerily cheerful smile spreads across the painted features of the Straight Edge Artist and he glides over to the ropes, leaning against the top one. The camera zooming in on those haunting features and his eyes glow with an eerie holy (or, perhaps unholy) blaze to them.

Onikage: We’ve only just begun.

With his free hand he waves to the lens.

Onikage: All of your Gods and Kings can keep their cute little nicknames and titles, they’ve all come and gone while I’ve remained. I do not promise you perfection, for I am only an imperfect creature like each and every one of you. But, which would you rather have…the holier-than-thou God telling you what to do…or the rebellious Morning Star? The Angel who has shed what has been necessary to survive and survive he has, and now he wages his war with the very establishment. From here on out…Reject every thing.

The micro phone partially begins up his cackles as he drops it and the lights plunge into the dark navy blue again and the music resumes playing. Graver and Onikage scoop up each of the title belts and step up onto the fallen Kitten, standing on his carcass.

JH: My lord! Onikage has returned! He’s assaulted Kitten and who knows what he’s done to our General Manager!

CL: I…Graver…why….but…my….heart…broken…

CM: Oh great! An entire group of fre-

The feed cuts out before Chip can finish his words and in their stead a simple message scrolls across the screen…


[align=center]The Gates have opened.
The Rejects are here.
The ReVolt dynasty is dead.
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With that it simply goes to the fade out logo…

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