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ReVolt; 10-12-07
Topic Started: Oct 13 2007, 02:41 AM (312 Views)
Kryten Shards
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[align=center]The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because the break
The break
THE BREAK

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

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

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

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
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Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align]
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Kryten Shards
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JH: Welcome to Revolution, we are just about to get out opening match under way, it's the first of Liam Mortell's Trials against

CM: Why in hell is Elrick out here?!

CL: He's not alone

Elrick and Crackerjack are on the stage slugging it out with each other.

CL: It looks like they've decided not to wait until the battle royal.

Crackerjack grabs Elrick roughly and throws him into the chain link fence surrounding the stage.

CM: That's the way, take him out now so I don't have to put up with him later.

JH: I Doubt he's doing it for you and it's going to take more then that fence to take out Elrick

CL: Who cares why he is doing it? The important thing is that he is doing it.

CM: Even though it makes me feel dirty, I'll agree with you on that.

Crackerjack peel Elrick from the fence and is about to throw him again, no, Elrick gets free and grabs Crackerjack and throws him down the stairs.

JH: Oh, ow, that looks like it would hurt.

CL: How about after the show I push you down some stairs and you can find out?

JH: No, I'll be right thanks.

CL: Well if you change your mind the offer stands.

Elrick follows Crackerjack down the stairs and picks him up only for 'Jack to break free and start throwing fists, Elrick starts doing the same, the swaying of the battle ends up putting the two near the barricade. Crackerjack with on hand throws Elrick of the fence and into the crowd. Elrick gets up quickly and drags the larger man into the crowd as well, the two pick up the brawling and disappear into the crowd.

CL: Fuck! I wanted to see Crackerjack fuck Elrick up.

CM: We all do.

JH: I don't.

CM: I'll rephrase, everyone who matters plus Conse wants to see it.

CL: Fuck you Chip.

JH: Well like I was saying earlier the opening contest tonight is the first of a series of trials ahead of Liam Mortell; who is trying to prove his worth. Liam's first trial has him up against the Dual Crown Champion; Xtreme Kitten, who many would say is the toughest challenge in FIW at the moment.

CL: The many does include Xtreme Kitten.

MA: The following match is part of the Trial Series and is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

[align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us,
HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER!
[/align]

The arena lights dim. Several different coloured disco/club-style lights project different shapes onto the members of the crowd. They weave their way around the eager wrestling fans, as two of the lights form a white spot at the entrance. From the back, Liam steps out into the spot, head down at his feet but his body facing towards the crowd. His loyal fans cheer wildly, his haters boo to their hearts content and those that are apathetic do what they do best. After a few moments Liam looks up and around at the crowd, with a beaming smile before heading down the steps and walking down the aisle towards the ring.

He slaps the hands of the fans that are close enough, even shaking a few of the more eager fan’s hands, before ascending the steps up to the apron. Liam turns towards the audience and gives an even larger smile, complete with a ‘thumbs up’, and then steps into the ring. He walks around for the ring quickly, surveying the canvas for any foreign objects, before running into one set of ropes, rebounding into the opposite set, then doing the same for the other two sets of ropes. He stops, as his music fades and the lights return to their normal state.


MA: Introducing first from Cheltenham, England, standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... LIAM MOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTELL!

[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. The arena is filled with angry jeers until, eight people; most of them in riot gear rush onto the stage and the music stops.[/align]

CM: What now?

JH: Guess those are the suits Energio Gatito was talking about.

CL: It doesn't seem like everyone wanted to wear them.

The camera gets a clear shot and it is clearly the eight Gatitos that joined Xtreme Kitten in Canada on the stage. Only two of the Gatitos aren't wearing the gear or carrying shields and batons and they are Negro; who is wearing just his mask, black jeans and a black shirt with a target painted on it, and Delirante; who looks like he was in a fight with the gear as barely anything is on correctly. Something moves behind the group and they circle around it facing out, except for Delirante; who spins around and bounces of the others in confusion.

CM: What the hell are those freaks hiding?

Once at ring side it is revealed what they are hiding.

CM: ARGH get out of the building there's a bomb!

Chip jumps at the sight of the secret, a bomb technician.

JH: What's going on?

CM: It's a bomb man, it's a bomb, we're gonna die!

The cameras get a good shot of who is under all that armour and the crowd's heavy jeers start again

CL: Sit down you idiot it's just Xtreme Kitten.

CM: What? He showed up in that? Afraid the Rejects are going to get him again I bet.

CL: Are you clinically stupid? Can't you hear this crowd? That's who he's afraid of!

CM: WHAT!? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE CROWD!

Xtreme Kitten slowly climbs the stairs and onto the apron, he tries getting through the rope but can't, Gigante climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for him to get in. With Xtreme Kitten in the ring the Gatitos split up with two to each side of the ring.

JH: Looks Gigante has the unenviable task of keeping Delirante in check.

Stunned by Xtreme Kitten's attire Liam Mortell doesn't know what to do, Micheal Anderson just leaves the ring and much like Liam, Logan Black doesn't know what to do for a moment until Xtreme Kitten signals that he has to do the pat downs.

JH: He's not going to fight in that is he?

CL: I hope so imagine the damage, the BLOOD!

Logan quickly pats down Liam and finds nothing he then walks over to Kitten and tells him to take off the suit, Kitten shakes his head and tells Logan to pat him down as is so the match can start.

JH: He's trying to get the official to let him!

Logan refuses to let Kitten fight in the suit despite Xtreme Kitten's pleas for mercy. A few of the other Gatitos tell Kitten to take it off and after five minutes of trying to get the match started with him in suit Kitten caves and calls Blanco into the ring to help him out of the suit.

CL: Seems the champ wasn't ready for thing eventuality.

CM: THE FREAK'S ONLY IN HIS UNDERWEAR UNDER THE ARMOUR!

JH: Chip stop yelling!

CM: WHAT?!

The heavy jeers turns is peppered with a few laughs as Kitten stands hiding behind Blanco in barefoot and only in his underwear, Gigante pulls a pair of Tiger print board shorts from under his armour and throws them into the ring. Delirante slides into the ring and grabs the shorts and runs back to the ropes near Gigante; who shakes his head then tells the least coherent Gatito to take them to Blanco, which he does then runs back to Gigante. Kitten slips on the shorts but continues to hide behind Blanco and yells at Logan to ring the bell but Logan wont until Blanco gets out of the ring, Blanco strikes a deal that he will get out right after the bell.

[align=center]DING DING[/align]

Blanco jumps out of the ring and Kitten sprints from his corner.

JH: KAO LOI!

Kitten quickly makes the cover.

[align=center]One!

Tw-Kickout!
[/align]Kitten keeps it on the mat and starts kneeing Liam but the veteran escapes to the ropes. Kitten gets up and is kept away from Liam by Black. Black goes to see if Liam is still good to continue but Kitten stays close, Black backs Kitten across the ring again but Kitten follows him back, this time though Liam is up and hits a back elbow to the nearby Xtreme Kitten.

JH: Kitten pays the price for not giving giving Liam his space.

Liam follows Kitten as he stumbles a bit and grabs him in a front face lock, Kitten fights a suplex attempt with forearms to the gut. Free Kitten hits two quick elbows to the face, a knee to the gut and tries to tops it all off with an uppercut elbow, no, Liam leans back out of range, with great speed Liam ducks under the raised arm while grabbing it and brings Kitten to the mat with a heel trip. Upon landing on the mat Liam switches his grip on Xtreme Kitten's arm and applies a top wristlock, the crowd cheer wildly.

CM: ONE GUY I HATE HAS ANOTHER GUY I HATE IN A SUBMISSION, IT'S NAP TIME!

Logan asks Kitten is he wants to quit, Xtreme Kitten looks like he is weighing up the options as the pain worsens, Kitten makes move for the ropes on his free side suddenly Liam switches position and hold with a keylock as he lays across Kitten's chest.

JH: Kitten looks like he might tap

CL: I'm surprised the fucker hasn't tapped out just to get the match over.

Kitten squirms in the hold them sits up a little and starts reigning downward elbows to the back of Liam's head to make him let go and the crowd hate it.

CL: Apparently Xtreme Kitten hates being in Detroit less then being in the Condemned Fetish match.

Kitten and Liam rush to their feet, well, Liam rushes Kitten stops midway to to cautiously look around, when Kitten stands up he is met with an open hand chop, Kitten respond with a kick to the gut his is unfortunate as it is caught and before he and power it free he is on his back and in pain as Liam tightens a kneebar and the crowd are cheering again, chanting even.

[align=center]TAP!

TAP!

TAP!
[/align]Kitten can't reach Liam so he pulls them closer to the ropes and clutches them. Liam let's go and gives Xtreme Kitten a clean break, Kitten throws another kick to the gut this time connecting quickly he pulls Liam's head between his legs and hoist him upside down before jumping into the air.

CL: KITTEN'S MEOW-AAAAHHHHH!

JH: Kitten rushes to cover.

The crowd are irate as Kitten hooks the leg

[align=center]One!

Two!

Th-Hand on the rope!
[/align]CL: Where the fuck were you last Sunday?!

Kitten gets up and in Logan's face telling him it was three but Logan wont budge, Kitten continues to try until he feels the movement of Liam through the mat, Kitten turns around into a open hand chop to the face. Kitten easily stands straight after it and says something to Liam that gets him another chop to the face. Kitten stands straight again and just stares at Liam and Liam nails a hard forearm that rocks Kitten then follows up with a hard European uppercut followed by a harder won. Kitten stumbles away after being hit so hard and checks for blood.

CL: Please, please, please, please, please.

JH: Has Mortell drawn the champions blood?

Kitten barrels into Liam and tackles him out the ring, the pair quickly get to their feet and all the Gatitos rush to form a human barrier between the two competitors and the crowd. Kitten gets up first and picks Liam up and throws him into the steel ring post.

JH: Liam just went shoulder first into the steel.

CL: And it was he back shoulder.

Liam clutches his shoulder and wander right into Kitten; who then throws him shoulder first into the apron before rolling him into the ring. Kitten follows into the ring and hoists Liam up into an Argentine back breaker rack using Liam's sore arm for leverage.

JH: This crowd is starting the throw rubbish at Kitten and the Gatitos

Kitten yells at the jeering Detroit crowd before pulling Liam around and dropping down driving Liam's head to the mat Kitten hooks the leg.

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING!
[/align]Kitten rushes out of the ring, gathers his bomb technician gear and starts putting it on as the crowd scream, yell and throw things at him as he heads to the back with the Gatitos surrounding him.

CM: THEY'RE BACK!

Logan is just helping Liam Mortell to his feet when everyone's attention turns to the camera side arena where Crackerjack and Elrick are fighting, now Elrick is getting to his feet after being thrown over the barricade for the second time tonight. Crackerjack follows after Elrick and almost gets to him before security swarm between the pair. Neither Crackerjack or Elrick is about to let a dozen security workers break up the fight as they charge each other.

JH: Will someone break this up.

CL: The nameless security minions are trying, failing miserably but trying.

The two end up against the barricade again, Elrick ducks a punch and ducks behind Jack, Jack turns into a hard clothesline that sends him over the barricade. Elrick hops over while Crackerjack gets up, the two start brawling away from the ringside area followed by security.

CM: THERE THEY GO AGAIN!

JH: You can stop yelling now Chip.

CM: I CAN HEAR YOU NOW

CL: THEN STOP YELLING YOU TWAT!

Roxie’s car, well Vinnie’s car really, pulls up in front of the Joe Louis arena. It doesn’t really park, but it certainly stops there. Roxie is ready to thank Vinnie for yet another ride to a show when her door suddenly opens. A little astonished, Roxie looks out into the open to find Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka standing there, smiling down at Roxie with one of those warm, greeting…‘I know something you don’t but soon will’ kind of smile. He holds out his hand almost as if expecting Roxie to take it. A moment of hesitation until Roxie decides to just go with it. With her hand in his, Daisuke helps Roxie from the car.

“Good evening, Miss. Galanoochie, are you ready for tonights event?”

Strange to Roxie, Daisuke sounds almost as if he cares about what Roxie has to say. She stands there stunned for a moment before nodding. Vinnie watches all of this carefully through his rear view mirror. What he does about it is…nothing. At least for the time being. He’s pretty protective about Tony’s girls and is even more protective of the family members so you tell how concerned he is for Roxie when he spots a couple of Asians talking to her…especially given the current state of affairs the Galanoochie family happens to be in with a few of the local Asians.

“So, shall we head on inside? I am quite sure you are looking forward to seeing the arrangements we have made in getting you your own dressing room.”

Daisuke throws his arm over Roxie’s shoulders almost casually like it belonged there. Vinnie’s watchful eye and attention is taken by a pounding on the trunk hood. Vinnie looks to find Mr. Blond standing by pointing upwards. Reluctantly, Vinnie releases a switch unlocking, or ‘popping’, the trunk. Mr. Blond leans in and collects Roxie’s bag. For a brief moment, Vinnie wishes there was a switch to bring the trunk right back down and quickly. Unfortunately, it’s Mr. Blond who closes the trunk. Giving Vinnie a quick wink, Mr. Blond casually struts after both Roxie and Daisuke flinging the bag over his shoulder.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the next match. It is our first Time Limit match of the evening. Introducing first, now representing the Rejects, he is Kiyoshi Nakahata.

With darkness' embrace of the entire building, a heart-beat starts up. Slowly, steadily, never ending until the warrior finally falls. On the ReVoltrons, each beat is marked by the impact of one of Kiyoshi Nakahata's trademark moves of a variety of opponents, FIW or otherwise. The cage, as ever it did, slowly fills up with smoke to mark the coming of the Yeti, and the soothing whisper of Trent Reznor sweeps through, backed by light tapping and silent screams.

[align=center]You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be
and there is violence in my heart
[/align][align=right]RESIST!!![/align][align=center]Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
[/align][align=left]REFUSE!!![/align][align=center]You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn
[/align][align=right]RESIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!![/align]


Synthesisers add to the noise of the song, the heartbeat, and the mixed cheers and boos. A cloaked, masked figure emerges from the smoke, turning the few residual cheers to something less admiring when the Sin of Sloth reveals his face. Onikage is not precisely loved around these parts. Especially when he is not the person advertised... Up on the ReVoltrons, Nakahata closes his eyes and lowers his mask...

[align=center]You can try but you'll never understand
This is something you will never understand

Can you hear it now
Hear it coming now

Can you hear it now...
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MA: And his opponent, accompanied by the Morning Star, Onikage... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty pounds; from Komachi City Japan, The Sin of Lust... Kiyoshi NAAAAAKAAAAAHAAAAATAAAAA!!!

The introduction is snuck in a heartbeat before the chorus crackles away and is replaced the a cry of 'Fuck Shit Up!' leading to an explosion obliterating the stage and the entrance way, leaving only two people in the building unmoved. One, the Saviour, who stands part way down the aisle, and Judo Senshi, white hair visible by the fact that his pyro blew down his hood. As he strides on towards the ring, destiny and whatever else; he pulls his hood up, so focused that the Morning Star even steps out of his way, although looking a lot happier about the situation than most. By how thunderous guitars have replaced the synthesised riff that came before, and Max Cavalera's gutteral roar has replaced Trent Reznor's calm soft singing.

[align=center]Chaos A.D.
Disorder Unleashed
Starting to Burn
Starting to Lynch
Silence means Death
Stand on your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy
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Reaching the ring, and ascending the steps, the real life Kiyoshi Nakahata removes the mask, handing out to Onikage as he strides around on the apron. He reaches his corner as the song reaches a climax, and on the phrase "Worst Enemy," does his customary vault up onto the top turnbuckle and sits down, pulling his hood right over his scarred face as the lights return...

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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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, his opponent goes by the name of Priest.

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.

[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.

CL: Well I can only begin to express my curiosity on who will win this one.

CM: I tell you what, if Kiyoshi wasn’t dangerous enough before how dangerous is he going to be now that he is someone like Onikage is his ear. I am curious on what part he will play here at ringside. Not that Kiyoshi really needs the help against Priest.

JH: Hey give the guy some credit. We have seen some bigger upsets before in FIW history. Priest may very well prove to be a challenge.

CM: Yeah and next someone will unite all the titles all at once.

Priest seems a bit weary as Kiyoshi simply stands in the middle of the ring awaiting him to make the first move. Priest eyes Onikage at ringside but the man outside of the ring makes no sign of making any move to the ring. Priest tries for a right handed strike aimed for the face of Nakahata. Kiyoshi is able to grab Priest’s wrist mid-swing and turns his body weight to flip Priest down on his back. Priest gets up to his feet quickly as Kiyoshi simply waits for Priest to try for another attack. Priest this time tries to use his legs for an attack as he goes for a kick to the ribs. Kiyoshi is again able to read Priest’s movements and catches the leg of Priest. Before Priest can react Kiyoshi drives the meat of his palm right into the Priest’s throat. Priest stumbles back trying to gasp for air as Kiyoshi still stands in the ring awaiting for Priest to launch another volley. Priest is finally able to get his air back and seems to be growing annoyed at his ineffectiveness. Finally Priest tries to just bull rush Kiyoshi but he steps back and kicks out the ankle of Priest effectively tripping him.

CM: Well this is going just about as we expected.

JH: Priest just needs to remain patient and not let Kiyoshi psyche him out.

CL: Yeah that will work well for him I am sure.

Kiyoshi bends down to grab hold of Priest but instead Priest is finally able to execute his first offensive move. He grabs Kiyoshi by the waist band and snaps him down across the middle rope. Priest hits the far set of ropes and comes trucking back as he drives his knee into Kiyoshi’s exposed back. Kiyoshi rears up off the middle rope as Priest springs up to the top turnbuckle looking for a big aerial move to really take Kiyoshi down. Priest leaps into the air and spreads his limbs into the air as he soars across the short sky looking for a Crossbody Splash. Kiyoshi is somehow able to not only step back but somehow in one motion wrap his arm around Priest’s outstretched limb mid-air. Guiding Priest down he also greets Priest’s ribs with a hammer-like pounding shot. Kiyoshi still has Priest hooked around the arm and pulls him in to drive his knee clearly working on the ribs. Kiyoshi spins Priest around so that they are face to face and he lifts him high into the sky before smashing his skull into the mat with a Vertical Brainbuster. Priest sits up as blood begins to drip from his forehead. Onikage looks on approvingly but his attention is distracted by something other than Kiyoshi busting open Priest.

CL: What the hell? What are these two doing out here?

CM: Well this match got more interesting.

JH: I am curious on where this will end up.

It is of course Elrick and Crackerjack who have fought their way down to the ring area though the fans. Crackerjack is thrown bodily over the railing by Elrick who hops over to follow. Elrick kicks Crackerjack in the elbow and then pulls him up roughly. Elrick swings the bigger man back towards the barricade with an Irish Whip. However the massive Crackerjack is able to awkwardly but powerfully twist around sending Elrick instead into the barricade. Crackerjack is twisted off his feet from the angle of the reverse but it is still effective as Elrick arches up from the impact. Crackerjack quickly lifts himself up and charges at Elrick. The sheer impact of Crackerjack’s momentum and the two men’s body weight crush the separator from the fans and the wrestling world. As the two men lay on the broken barricade the fans cheer wildly as even Priest, Kiyoshi, and Onikage have turned to watch this event.

JH: They literally broke the barricade. They smashed though the barricade for Christ’s sake!

CL: Keep your panties on. I am sure they can fix it.

CM: Well at least it was more entertaining than watching Priest getting slaughtered.

JH: Wait are they getting back up?

Indeed Crackerjack and Elrick are indeed getting back up and wasting no time to attack each other again though the swarm of human people. Back in the ring Priest is clearly favoring his injured ribs as Kiyoshi eyes him up for another devastating assault. Priest pulls himself up using the function of his working left side of his body. Kiyoshi waits patiently while still being spry. Priest makes a lunging attempt at Kiyoshi out of desperation but Kiyoshi shifts his body weight slightly so that Priest stumbles past him. Before he can regain balance however, Kiyoshi locks on that lethal maneuver known as the Dojime Sleeper. Both men go down to the mat as Priest tries to fight the inevitable. Despite the blood pouring down his face and the massive amounts of pain rolling though his side, it seems that Priest is not willing to tap out for the submission. Finally though the blood loss and pain finally catch up with Priest as he begins to fade away. Clearly Priest is on dream street as he gets that far away glaze in his eyes. That isn’t the only thing in Priest’s eyes though.

CM: Is that what I think that is?

CL: Oh sweet Jesus don’t tell me that Priest is…

CM: He is! He is!

JH: Come on guys that move is like being in a death vise. Add that to all that Kiyoshi has already done and anybody would be…

CM: CRYING! Priest is crying! A grown man is shedding tears right there in the middle of the ring!

The realm of unconsciousness is clearly rolling on our white collared friend. Slow drops of salty moisture slowly leak across the check of Priest, one by one. Finally Priest’s tear filled eyes close softly as he drifts off to that far off land of unicorns and fairy tales. The Truth grabs Priest’s arm finally but at this point it is academic.

[align=center]The Arm Drops Down to the Side Once

Twice the arm takes a downward fall.

And a third and final time gravity forces Priest’s arm to the mat.
[/align]

MA: Here is your winner at a total time of ten minutes and one second, via technical knockout, Kiyoshi Nakahata!

Kiyoshi now on his feet shakes his head in disappointment at the limp form of Priest. Kiyoshi kicks Priest out of the ring as Onikage steps in. The ringleader of Rejects hoists the arm of Kiyoshi into the air.

“Oh no, this is too much”

Roxie calls out as she stands in the middle of her personal dressing room. A well lit room with two leather couches lining the light blue walls. Beside her is a glass table and a few feet in front of her is a television with closed circuit letting her watch the action. Daisuke stands there just inside the room as Mr. Blond stands there in the doorway.

“No need to be so modest. All that frankly nonsensical talk about not being noticed, you really need... Indeed, deserve something like this.”

Luckily for him, Roxie doesn’t catch that quick recall as she plays around with the TV remote. Seeing that their job is near done, Mr. Blond heaves the bag on one of the couches from his spot in the doorway. This, Roxie notices.

“Hey…careful please.”

Daisuke turns around and almost glares at Mr. Blond as if he were ruining something. Something, like say, a plan.

“Yes, be…careful.”

While the first two words are said through his teeth, that last word sounded close to a threat. Mr. Blond just stares up at him blankly as Daisuke turns around back to his smiling self. Therefore, not really his usual self.

“So,” Daisuke claps his hands once keeping them together, “You should be fine here now, but if there is anything, anything at all you need”

Roxie looks at him blankly. The three remain silent for a while. Roxie stands there, her expression anticipating what Daisuke will say next. Daisuke just looks around the room oddly wondering why there’s such a silence until he realizes. Still with his odd looking expression, he finishes the statement that really didn’t need finishing.

“Don’t…hesitate to call.”

Roxie still looks at him as if expecting more.

“…us.”

Finally Roxie blinks as she nods smiling finally. Daisuke just turns around hoping for an escape. Mr. Blond takes a few steps back letting Daisuke out who gives Roxie another smile, and a slight bow before closing the door.
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JH: Another time limit trial match coming up now, a hot match on paper.

CL: Hot match? What kind of gay and irritating talk was that?

CM: It’s him, you can answer that yourself surely.

JH: Leave me alone.

The lights suddenly dim down. The thudding beats of the guitar and drums from "Survivalism" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing. The tron starts playing the highlights from the career of Sir Colbert Tottington, causing the crowd to, as usual, boo. Two spotlights from either side of the end opposite to the entrance flash repeatedly on the entrance. As the singing begins, the spot lights stop flashing and stay constantly on, still pointing at the entrance way.

[align=center]I should have listened to her,
So hard to keep control.
We kept on eating but our
Bloated bellies still not full.[/align]


From behind the curtain walks out Colbert Tottington. Is he followed then by Lord General Mortimer Igneous, and Onikage. Colbert grins, as does the General, while Onikage's look stays more serious. The jeers come thicker and stronger, as Colbert adjusts the Flycore Championship on his shoulder, before making his way down the ramp.

[align=center]She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more.
Can't seem to shut her legs our
Mother nature is a whore.[/align]


MA: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Lord General Mortimer Igneous and Onikage, from "Cambridge, England", weighing 240lbs, the FIW Flycore Champion...Sir Colbert Tottington.

[align=center]I got my propaganda I got revisionism.
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism.
I'm a part of this great nation.
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism.[/align]


Colbert continues his way to the ring. When he gets there, he slides in, while the General and Onikage take the steps. Colbert runs to the corner and gets onto the turnbuckle holding his title high. The crowd mostly boo, though maybe there's one or two smarks in there. Colbert just grins, while Onikage and the General stand centre of the ring. Colbert finally steps down and walks over to his two advisors. They talk with him, while the referee removes Colbert's title and takes it to the outside. Once the team talk's done, Onikage and General Mortimer make their way to the outside, and Colbert waits for the match to begin.

JH: The group of rejects coming out in numbers, I expect to see cheating then…

CM: Be better then fan kissers, least Colbert’ll show Hutch how you cheat.

CL: Hating on a former Slam! Guy? Wow, you haven’t been butt fucked for a while.

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

He points to a few Hutch signs in the audience, cupping his eyes so he can see further into the back. He finds one he likes, and points at it, before moving down the ramp. He pauses his walk to strut like his idol, Ric Flair, before slapping a few lucky fans hands. Pausing to flash a grin at a random woman in the front row, before leaping up onto the apron from the floor, and ducking quickly under the ropes.
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MA: And his opponent! Hailing from Newcastle, England and weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds! He is! HHHHHHUUUUUTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[align=center]Once in the ring he wanders over to the camera side ropes, leans on it, and winks to the crowd, blowing a mock-kiss to someone unseen, before clambering up onto the turnbuckle, placing one foot on the top rope, and tilting his head back and spreading his arms. There is a loud "BANG" and golden sparks shower down over FIW's Most Valuable Playboy for a few seconds, and as they stop, Hutch hops down into the ring to await the start of the match.[/align]

CM: He makes me sick.

JH: You used to lick him all over on Slam! What’s changed?

CL: Jonathon?! Right on, your turning into a sick freak, I love it.

As Hutch and Colbert look toward each other, Hutch also shooting Onikage a look as Richard Kelly looks towards the ReVoltron, as a digital clocks pops up reading “00:00” as he then looks to both men, placing a hand between them before signaling the bell and it sounds off, starting the match and the digital clock to start going. Hutch comes out of his corner cautiously, not the usually over cocky Hutch right off as Colbert however looks his usual self of readiness. As both come toward each other, Colbert comes in with a knee, but Hutch blocks it with his hands, pushing Colbert off, as Colbert turns Hutch goes for a clothesline but Colbert ducks that also as both then have a mini stand off as Onikage and General watch on.

JH: Hutch in a more cautious attitude.

CM: Good, little boy is gonna be shown how you properly have sex appeal.

CL: By you? Or Colbert? If you, I don’t laugh often but I might start.

Colbert then springs into attack with a flurry of strikes, mainly forearms driving Hutch to the ropes, he then Irish whips him to the ropes, but Hutch reverses sending Colbert to the ropes, but he hangs on, stopping him running back, but Hutch charges at him, but as he does Colbert drops to his back, holding down the top rope, making Hutch crash to the outside. As he does Colbert gets to his feet and grabs Richard Kelly, talking to him as Onikage runs up and boots the on all fours Hutch in the gut, General gets a few boots in to before Onikage picks Hutch up and rolls him in the ring. Colbert moves over to him as Richard Kelly gains a suspicious look about him, but Colbert just makes him look at him before booting down on Hutch.

CM: Ha! Excellent stuff.

JH: No it isn’t, Jesus can’t they play fair?

CL: In this world, that is fair, so hush up pussy footing.

JH: No, this upsets me.

CM: It does? Keep doing it Colbert!

Colbert doesn’t go for a pin cover as he looks towards the time on the ReVoltron that reads “03:49”as he does read it though, Hutch seems to gain some want, kicking up into Colbert’s gut, making him back off as Hutch then kips up, grabbing his head and then DRIVING it down as he falls back with a snap DDT. Hutch stays down this time though, making a cover as Onikage watches on, General on the other hand screams “KICK OUT!” as Richard goes to count the cover…

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
[/align]

JH: Lovely maneuver, almost got Hutch the win too.

CL: Saw echoes of the Rock, we turn WWE, I’ll turn Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

CM: Cheating, he pulled the head!

JH: That’s the point? It’s a DDT.

Hutch sits up, taking a breather as he shoots a annoyed look toward Onikage who’s face doesn’t change from a straight look toward the match action, General just shrugs towards Hutch as he turns his attention back to Colbert. Hutch stands up, bringing Colbert up with him as he begins to fire some nice looking chops towards Colbert’s chest, one left, then one right, then one left again until they get to the corner, where Hutch shoots a nice looking wink toward a girl in the third row before climbing up the ropes and beginning a ten punch, but at five he just smirks before grabbing Colbert’s head and leaping over the top rope and throttling Colbert’s throat on the top rope as he land son the outside, tapping his head in a very cocky fashion.

CL: Oh I have to love this, both men cheating, it’s a dream come true.

CM: But that’s not fair.

JH: Ah well, they started.

Hutch climbs up towards the ring apron when a huge roar is head, thinking it’s for him he turns to see a big horde of people on the crowd looking in the center of it, but Hutch ignores it as he turns to look back towards Colbert, but as he readies himself for a move, General sneaks up towards him and grabs his foot, Hutch tries tog et him off and successfully kicks him off, but as he turns he gets NAILED! With a charging spear through the ropes taking both men down to the mats outside! But as that happens, Suddenly to the right we see a familiar face come soaring over the ring barricade in Elrick!

CL: After that awesome spot, he ruins it with his face.

CM: What he doing out here, go away smellrick!

JH: That’s why! look it’s Crackerjack!

…Indeed as Hutch and Colbert lay on the mats trying to get back there bearings, Crackerjack climbs over the ring barricade and goes straight after Elrick who fights back, both men begin hitting each other with as many punches, forearms, weak looking lariats as possible, there fight spills up the ring entrance way as Elrick gains advantage with a knee to the gut and then throws Crackerjack face first into the side barrier with the fans. Of course all this breaks Richard’s focus as he stops the ring out count and this gives both Hutch and Colbert time to get to there knees, with both trying to get in the ring, Richard doesn’t see General indeed picking Colbert up! As Richard is too busy trying to make Elrick and Crackerjack stop as they reach the commentary area!

CM: Don’t come towards us!

JH: Oh god, we’re gonna die.

CL: This rocks!

…Elrick tackles Crackerjack back first into the caged area around the commentary area, before punching the holy hell into Crackerjack’s gut, but as he does, Crackerjack, pushes him off and then looks to LARIAT! Him but no Lazaro comes out with his security team, each of Elrick and Crackerjack having five men surrounding them as they hold them back, but not very well as both start attacking the security teams as well as each other, including a Crackerjack big boot into one guy, knocking Elrick down, but as the security team get the pair into the back the crowd unleash a trademark chant “LET THEM FIGHT!”, Richard Kelly looks back to the ring where Hutch and Colbert are to there knees inside it and he runs back and slides in.

CL: Damn, why stop them, we could of seen Elrick die!

CM: Because Colbert needs to win this match.

JH: Wow, what chaos, but yes, both men are back in the ring with the time being seven minutes and thirty two seconds.

Hutch and Colbert indeed are to there knees, Colbert gets up first as Hutch climbs to his feet and then backs up into the ropes, but as he does Onikage grabs his foot, making Hutch turn, but as he does Colbert moves towards him with a quick pace and grabs him with a quick school boy roll up!

[align=center]ONE…

…TWO…

NO SHOULDER UP!!!!
[/align]

CM: Richard count faster!

…Colbert seems to agree too as he looks to Richard clapping his hands in a faster count motion as Colbert seems to look toward Onikage for encouragement, who points to the top and makes a circular motion, signaling for a 630 possibly making Colbert nod as he then grabs Hutch up to his feet as Hutch shakes off the quickness of the pin but then gets a knee to the gut for good measure before Colbert places him on the top rope with a chop to the chest to, before Colbert climbs up with him and signals to General for something who begins applauding.

JH: Colbert’s going for glory now.

CM: Glory? He has that with his millions of fans actually.

…As the clock reads “9:01” Hutch seems to get a burst of speed, or energy or something of both as he drives a elbow into Colbert’s gut making him fall back first off, and as he stands Hutch LEAPS! Connecting with a leaping European uppercut, sending the crowd into a cheer as Hutch stands yup looking toward the fallen Colbert, he then points to the top rope and waves his hands like A Frog Splash execution, thus making his way to the ropes and climbing them, but as he does Onikage distracts the referee as General climbs on the apron, moving towards Hutch, but he spots him and climbs to the apron, before grabbing the General and bringing him into the ring, to a HUGE cheer off the crowd!

CM: Hey get off the General!

JH: That’s it Hutch! GET HIM!

CL: He’s spending too much time looking toward General.

As Hutch turns grabbing General in a one arm ace crusher position, he comes face to face with Colbert who boots him in the gut, making him release General who rolls out the ring before Colbert in a rather sarcastic and generally cheeky way leaps up and connects with a one arm jumping RKO! Driving Hutch to the canvas before Onikage shouts “Make him tap!” as Colbert hears this, the fans begin booing as Colbert grabs him in a anaconda vice and begins wrenching away at his neck as he’s dead center of the ring he has nowhere to go! The fans try and gear him up with a “Please don’t tap!” chant, Hutch gives his best!

JH: Come on Hutch! Don’t tap, not like this!

CL: Talk about being biased, you two are amusingly stupid.

CM: Hutch’ll tap, Colbert’s too good for him.

…Hutch reaches towards the ropes, desperately trying not to tap, really trying his best but it’s not enough as he begins to tap against the canvas releasing the hold Colbert turns to the clock that stops at “10:30” as he looks to Onikage who nods.


MA: Winner by submission at ten minutes and thirty seconds…COLLLLLLBERRRRRRRRT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTIIIIIINNNNNTOOOOONNNN~!!!


”Survivalism” resumes playing and Tottington gets to his feet, grabbing a handful of FIW’s MVP’s hair and pulling him up onto his knees. Gracefully the Morning Star of FIW hops up onto the apron and slips under the top rope to enter the ring to a few jeers. The referee tries to prevent him from doing any thing but the General trips the official and pulls them out of the ring. Roughly the Flycore Champion jerks back Hutch’s head so he is staring up at the painted features of the Rejects’ co-leader, who pulls out a micro phone…

Onikage: My, my, my…

After getting a second nod of the head from Onikage, Colbert reaches into his tights and pulls some thing out with his free hand.

Onikage: What was that you were stating earlier? Calling us…the Retards was it?

There is a faint mock of thought to that and then an equally mocking chuckle as if he finds it witty.

Onikage: Oh yes, that was it, and what else was it that you said? That we were nothing but a bunch of whiners and full of hot air?

Further mocking the dazed Hutch, the Savior of Sorrow looks towards his proclaimed “Vanity” for the answer and gets a wicked nod.

Onikage: See, here’s the thing Hutch. Ahem.

Dropping down to one knee, lazily Onikage places his free arm on his knee and stares at Hutch who is kneeling only a few feet away.

Onikage: We don’t attack people from behind, it isn’t our style.

Both Reject members pretend to be discouraged and shake their heads at such deviant tactics.

Onikage: Just like with your sweet champion, and now you…we meet our opponents head on.

A full blown grin starts spreading across the painted lips of Onikage and he almost teasingly taps the micro phone against the forehead of Hutch.

Onikage: It’s not our fault our opposition is so pathetically inferior they fail to do even the simplest of defenses against us…

Both shrug and the Messiah of the Mind mouths “Oh well” in a rather childish manner at the Grand Slam Man.

Onikage: See, we’re not some thing that’s funny my dear boy…

A near cartoonish goofy grin pops across the painted features and with his free hand he points to it.

Onikage: This is funny.

His expression contorts instantly into a over the top frown that glares at the perplexed MVP of FIW.

Onikage: This is not funny. We are not this either.

The paradox in this statement brings a puzzled look to his face and slowly he stands up, taking in a deep inhale.

Onikage: I suppose…

Suddenly Colbert’s free fist drives down and punches the exposed forehead of Hutch violently and Onikage remains casual and calm.

Onikage: we are…

Another punch, and this time Tottington holds up his fist to show the brass knuckles around it and shows the fans the small cut he’s made on Hutch’s forehead!

Onikage: some thing…

FIW’s Morning Star squints and tries to think of the word while the Flycore Champion hammers down onto Hutch’s skull again, and this time hits pay dirt.

Onikage: more like…

The Rejects’ co-leader starts spinning his hands around to further gesture for his struggle to find a word as Colbert punches the bleeding Grand Slam Man again.

Onikage: this!

At this note the Flycore does a final punch, further deepening the cut that is letting a near river of blood coat Hutch’s face and front to gasps and jeers from the fans. Onikage stares down at his brethren’s handy work and grins, showing all of his teeth and tilting his head to the side.

Onikage: Understand?

Colbert Tottington finally let’s go of Hutch and Onikage just merely nudges him with his foot, sending the former world champion toppling over in a bloody heap.

Onikage: Guess not.

They both shrug and “Survivalism” starts playing again as Onikage care freely toss the micro phone away and they join the General on the outside. The three of them head to the back while EMTs and FIW officials rush out to check on Hutch and try to help his condition.
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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.

[align=center][dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml][/align]

[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.

MA:The following is a time limit challenge match and is set for one fall. First to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, hailing from Denver, Colorado…DRAAAAAAAAAAKE LOOOOOOOOOOOOVEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CM: Hey! Where’s the panda man?

JH: I’m just surprised he made it to this match, what with all that mishap earlier this week.

CL: Man, what a dumbass he was! And Drake was none too smart then either.

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 bango drums pound over the speakers.

[align=center]The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The Evil Genius

The champ is here
Aha
The champ is here
Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers
The champ is here
Kiss what ma niggas
The champ is here[/align]


”The Champ is Here” 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 “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.

MA: His opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, he is the current Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Champion; EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEME NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa!

[align=center]Fuckin wit the champion
You already know
J-A-D-A
Kiss the game goodbye
You fuckin wit the champion
You already know

Niggas know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book wit the documentary
If you cant do nothing other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, lets go
Don't make me put your heart on your lap
Fuck ridin’ a beat nigga, I parallel park on a track
Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new
In a six but it's a BM and its Pepsi blue
And I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fuckin wit Jason
After I cash in there's really no justification
Of how I'm gone change tha game
So don't get outta line cause this little nine will change your frame
Mother fucka, aha

The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
[/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 “Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year!” and “Once again the champ!”, and “Ninja <3s Jaime!” 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 pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.

CM: Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo *gasp* oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—oooooooo—ooo—oooo-ooo--…oo—oo.

CL: Great contribution to the topic at hand.

JH: What topic?

CL: The topic of shutting the hell up!

JH: Great…life at home all over again.

The bell sounds and we’ve got ourselves a match! Well, not really because in the sport of this sort of competition—

[align=center]One!

Tw—
[/align]

Sorry, too much explanation. Ninja manages to kick out of the sudden small package and walks around a little to regain his bearings. As he turns back towards Drake, he finds himself almost taken in by a sudden scoop slam. Before any downward motion can be made, Ninja slides over Drakes shoulder crashing on his side and rolling Drake up from behind.

[align=center] One!

Two!
[/align]

No! Kickout by Drake who powers up with the use of his legs really using that sixty five pound advantage to send Ninja flying in the air some feet above the canvas before crashing down hard on his front. Wow, that’s a long sentence. Really took a lot out of me. What else takes a lot out of someone are those boots that Drake brings down on Ninja moments before he can fully get to his feet. A few well placed shots really keeps the masked warrior down on the mat. Soon though Drake lowers down to pick him up. Ninja suddenly springs to life rolling Drake over into some kind of small packagey thing.

[align=center] One!

Two!

Thr—
[/align]

Another sudden kickout by Drake. Well, not really because this time he just shoves him off.

JH: Looks as though they’re both looking for the quick win here tonight.

CL: Good, Yogi.[/sarcastic Boo Boo] That’s kind of the whole game plan for these matches, ya’know?

Ninja rises up to his feet quickly and catches the rising Drake with a sudden spinning heel kick knocking the bald man back down on his back. Ninja follows this up with a nice body to body cover. Nice in the fact that he’s got a lot of weight in there.

[align=center] One! [/align]

Again Drake kicks out. It’s almost as though Drake is trying to kick out in every way imaginable because this time he gets his left shoulder off the mat. Apparently Ninja wasn’t using enough weight in that area. Good, Yogi[/sarcastic Boo Boo] Ninja rests a hand on the back of Love’s right shoulder pulling him up to his feet. Ninja now plants his other hand behind Drake’s head and moves him towards the turnbuckle. After slamming Love into the corner, Ninja climbs to the middle rope holding his right fist in the air. It soon becomes clear that Drake doesn’t like to be punched in the head as he shoves Ninja off even before one hit is landed. Drake now rises up to the second rope and awaits Ninja to stand back up. When he does, well let’s just hope that Ninja has saved room from dinner because his desert is a mouthful of shoulder! OoooooOOOOOWHAMMY! Drake follows his crash landing on the canvas with a somewhat crash landing on Ninja going for the pin.

[align=center] One!

Two!

Thr—
[/align]

No! Ninja manages to roll his shoulder to the side stopping the count. Drake looks up at Michaela who tells him that it was indeed just a two count. Drake shakes his head in disbelief as he hoists Ninja to his feet by the scruff of his shirt. Once to his feet, Ninja beings to get cluster fucked with punches via Drake’s left hand all the while he remains standing only because Drake is holding him up. Soon his weight becomes too much as Ninja is slowly punched down to the mat. Drake looks towards Michaela in an almost intimidating manner before falling down for the pin. Yes, falling down for the pin, nothing technical about it.

[align=center] One!

Two!

Three!
[/align]

Ninja gets his shoulder off the mat but it’s the referees decision and the twin peace sign to the crowd only seems to irritate Drake more as he glares up at the ref. Frustration of failing to end the match early enough is really beginning to set in. Suddenly, a loud crash is heard from the entrance way as all attention is turned to the stage where Elrick begins to pick himself up from the rubble that was once part of the entranceway stage. Crackerjack pushes the curtain out of his way as he storms slowly towards a busted and battered Elrick, yet still a rising Elrick. With a huge lunge, almost something close to his Kosaga, Crackerjack crashes into Elrick taking both him and The Career Killer off the stage to the ground below. It takes a moment or two, but both are back up to their feet as they begin battling through the crowd now. The “sea of humanity” as it were.

JH: Oh my god!

CL: Yea, c’mon Drake! Finish him! Rip out his spine and beat him with it!

JH: Did you not see what just happened?

Someone saw what just happened and it’s taken him by complete surprise. Drake, grasping the top rope, looks on a little confused as both Crackerjack and Elrick continue their brawl through the fans. So much so that he seems to faint rather quickly. No! It’s not a faint!

[align=center] One!

Two!

Thre—
[/align]

Drake barely manages to kick out of that sudden roll up by Ninja who had taken the advantage. Still suffering from the effects of the multitude of shots to the head, Ninja doesn’t beat Drake to his feet. As a matter of fact he doesn’t seem to try much. Instead he gets a little help from his good friend Drake who after smashing him good in the face, finishing him off with the sudden Dragon DDT. Drake drops down for a pin as Michalea makes the count.

[align=center] One!

Two!
[/align]

No! Drake rises from the pin cancelling it out a look of defeat on his face as he looks towards the Revolt Tron. Apparently the flashing numbers mean that the ten minutes is up. Though the match still continues, it now becomes nothing more than a singles competition. Drake utters a single offensive word as he looks down to Ninja.

JH: That’s it, neither of these two men will advance it seems unless some unforeseen—wait!

Drake lifts Ninja up to his feet only to knock him down with a somewhat savage short arm clothesline.

JH: What is he doing? Why didn’t he just pin him and end this thing?

CM: Are you kidding? He was fighting for a height in career, now he’s fighting for himself.

CL: Put the cows out in the field and ignite the chickens, this is gonna turn into a real barn burner tonight!

Drake lifts up Ninja and brings him in for another short arm clothesline, only this time Ninja ducks it and catches Drake from behind with a neckbreaker. It seems Ninja too is fighting for himself now as he spins around and mounts Drake. Placing both hands behind the shoulders, Ninja lifts Drake’s head and chest off the mat a few inches before slamming it back down from a full frontal force of a headbutt. Again both Ninja takes Drake through this process. Then a third time and a fourth. The five becomes to final blow as Ninja topples to the side resting a hand on his forehead. Soon, Ninja manages to get an arm over Drake as Michaela goes down for a count.

[align=center] One!

Two!

Thre—
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Drake barely gets his right shoulder up off the mat. Wait, did he do the right shoulder thing? Maybe he did, if not then hurray! If he did, well a little late to change it now isn’t it? Both men now lay there on the mat motionless wondering what to do next. Drake makes the first move as he shows signs of life. Hey, the first step is always the hardest. Within a matter of agonizing muscle movements, Drake is up in a seated position. He’s ready to really finish things off apparently as he grudgingly makes his way to his feet wobbling towards the corner to find some sort of balance. Finding it, something hits Drakes mind, perhaps instinct that a big guy crashing down on a little prone guy will really do some damage, and he’s up to the top turnbuckle ready to get some air. Unfortunately, Ninja seems to have something else in mind as he gets to his feet and manages to get to the corner as well. Sending a few shots to Drakes head, Ninja manages to take him down to a seated position on the top. A few more shots and Ninja soon joins Love up on the top. Bad move though as Drake delivers a few clubbing blows to Ninjas back just as he gets to the middle rope. Now with his opponent dazed somewhat, Drake readies him for a sudden powerbomb. It takes quite a lot of mustering but he gets him up on his shoulders. He doesn’t stay up there long though as Ninja suddenly flips around backwards delivering a sudden frankensteiner sending them both crashing into the middle of the ring. Injuruin the both of ‘em. Both men lay on their backs feeling dazed not even knowing that—

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Their legs are resting on top of one another. Michaela calls for the bell at fourteen minutes exactly, perhaps out of mercy, or perhaps just to end this thing, but she calls it a draw. Hearing that, Drake seems to suddenly sit up as Ninja just lies there taking in some air, judging by the movements of his chest. Michaela soon becomes the target for Drakes verbal assault as Ninja slides himself out of the ring almost dropping on the outside. Luckily, and barely, he manages to make his way up the aisle as Drake now points in Michaela’s face truly giving her a piece of his mind.
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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 hyper-speed 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. A second figure emerges from the mist behind the Minister of Awesomocity, the second figure's pure white eyes staring out at the fans.

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

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. His co-leader, Onikage, strolls shortly behind him at a casual pace and a smile on his face. 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. While the Morning Star of FIW circles around the ringside area like a shark, carefully choosing where he'll watch this match from. The Reject of Rejects 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.

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

MA: And his opponent, from Reading, England; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Three pounds… ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSH KOOOOOOOOOOOPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Quickly bounding up the steps, Ash makes his way along the apron and ducks down to enter the ring between the top and middle ropes. Facing the main camera, Ash steps up to the ropes and begins posing for the fans, a pointless exercise as Graver wants absolutely no time wasted at all, and charges him with Polish/Michigander Hammer.

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

In true Hogan fashion, Ash lets it bounce off his chest and then poses with his Pythons of Indeterminate Size. The Demon Shadow at ringside looks a little bemused at the time wasting on Ash’s part, as Graver hammers again. The cycle continues, Ash flexing some more, and another Polish Hammer. Seeing as we’re just wasting time with this, Ash doesn’t bother showing off his biceps or pecs on the third, instead with an English/Polish Hammer. Getting smacked in the chest is thirsty business, especially if your name is Edmond Graveadder. It’s time to leave the ring to strategise.

JH: Is he trying to sabotage his chances?

CL: Nah, Bitchen; stolen beer is actually scientifically proven to increase brain activity. Graver’s most cunning plans have historically come after lifting some sap’s brew.

CM: Really? Hang on; I’ll be back in a bit…

Chip leaves the booth momentarily. Back to the match, Ash disapproves of Graver’s strategy meeting with his beer, and moves to intercept, and gets a face full of Graverberg [which is probably the best lager in the world;] cup and all! Like any good Heel manager, Onikage just happens to nudge him face first into the ring-post, leaving him down. By this time, the Minister of Awesomocity has himself another beer [having lost the first one to Ash,] and a chair. JJ. doesn’t like the idea of chairs and beer in his ring, and squabbles about it. A thirsty Graver relents on the chair, but only so long as he can keep the beer. Weapon removed, it’s time to start Count-Out proceedings against Ash.

JH: Where’s Ash gone?

CL: Probably with Chip to go lift some beer… Oh wait, there’s Ash. How did he get himself rolled up in that mat at ringside?

From the look on the Saviour’s face, I would hazard a guess that it had absolutely nothing to do with him. Koopa squirms and struggles, trying to extricate himself, as the count begins:

[align=center]One! Two!! Three!!![/align]

He’s getting out, slowly but surely, until Onikage stomps on his head. Former sensei or not, JJ. has to have words, but the match must continue, and so must the count-out. And indeed, so must the Elrick vs. Crackerjack brawl! Despite a DDT which sends him rolling down the steps, Jacky still manages to send one giant paw into his nemesis’ face. To no avail, Elrick staggers but still rolls Snake-eyes on Crackerjack into a guard-rail!

CL: Two fights for the price of one! If one gets boring, we can always switch over to the other! And as exciting as watching Ass wriggle is, Crackerjack and Elrick are brutalising each other!

[align=center]Four! Five!! Six!!![/align]

As the Koopamaniac tries to get himself free he’s trampled! Well, not so much trampled as having 500+ pounds of angry brawling blokes slam onto him! Strangely enough, Onikage isn’t quite as concerned as he might be that one of his allies isn’t quite doing as well be. Of course, he shouts encouragement, but as long as they’re obstructing Ash’s return to the ring, then there isn’t any real problem. Unfortunately, the count is slowing down, despite the Morning Star’s protestations that it should be proceeding at full speed. With the two cleared [and in Elrick’s case, sent on his way with a kick to the ribs,] we can finally continue

[align=center]Seven! Eight!! Nine!!![/align]



[align=center]TEN???

NOOOO!!! ASH KOOPA MADE IT IN JUST IN TIME!!!
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A bit beaten and exhausted from the war against the mats, Ash crawls into the ring, but is still in the match, and still in the race for the Dual Crown. Graver is not amused and vents Graverous Rage upon JJ., who doesn’t take too kindly to that kind of thing, and argues right back. Ash sensing time could soon be getting short, and tries to sneak a roll-up!

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Two!!

Three???

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And once again, the Saviour had nothing to do with this at all, apart from perhaps bringing the referee’s attention to this particular fact. And perhaps he made sure that his boots actually were safe on the middle rope first. But definitely no illegal shit. No sir, nothing illegal. Now it’s Ash’s turn to vociferously debate the issue with someone, in this case Onikage. Who definitely didn’t slip some knuckledusters to Graver…

CL: Oh for the love of sweet materialising bleed-causing devices. They deserve their own deities.

JH: Where did he even get them from? This is wrong!

CL: I shall call this new god “Constance,” after myse-

JH: Are you even listening?

CL: The God of Bloodletting has no time for your Prattle, Bitchen. Go bore Martin with it. Speaking of which, where did he get to?

CM: Uh, hi guys…

JH: What happened to your face? And why is security leading away a 300lb biker?

CM: Turns out I needed the Mind-Expanding powers of the stolen beer before I went and actually stole the beer, you know? Some foundation will probably hide it though…

With Conse offering praise to himself as blood dribbles down Ash’s forehead, Graver disposes of the barbed wire knuckles. He turns back into an Ask Koopa screaming bloody [no pun intended,] murder at him. Graver aims a punch at his head, it’s blocked. The crowd offer the call of

[align=center]YOOOUUU!!![/align]

In expectation of the Hogan-esque point, but it’s unnecessary; an Ash Bomber actually does follow! Now is the time for the Kooping up! Off the rope for the Ultimate Leg Drop of DOOOOOOOM!!!

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Two!!

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As much as I love my old school wrestling, I can’t in good conscience finish a match on a Leg-drop. Plus I’m more of a Flair man. Anyhow, upon the raising of the shoulder, the outdated Classical Wrestling Assault continues with some mounted Bionic Elbows! He even has enough of a break between each to allow the crowd to count along, all the way to ten!

CL: Well, you can’t expect wrestling fans to be able to count any higher.

CM: Certainly not the ones stupid enough to worship you as a god…

CL: You want me to black your other eye?

Sense the hostility in the booth, as Ash allows himself to be baited by Onikage. Not, it must be said, a clever move, but with the Morning Star on the apron it’s good enough to get Ash a pop for belting him off with the Ash Bomber! Koopa goes to follow, but Graver crotches him on the ropes, taking the time to drag his throat across the middle rope. JJ. counts five and drags Graver away and tells him off.

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

Nope, that wasn’t Graver being disqualified, neither for the illegal rope assisted choke, nor the ring-bell shot to Ash’s face while the referee looked the other way by Onikage. By now, experienced followers of FIW will already know that Hitchen is screaming about the injustice of it all, and Constance is preparing burnt offerings of Steak to himself [but not too burnt, since he strikes me as someone who likes his steak warm & bloody, and possibly fried in blood,] and Chip is more concerned with how he’s going to hide his black eye.

CL: Sweet Blood-soaked Constance! REEEEJEEEEECCCCT DRRRRIIIIIVAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Oh yeah, DANGEROUSSSSSSSAHH!!!

Graver sits back and orders JJ. to get him a beer and a ten count, but make it snappy, since he’s in a hurry. The beer, he doesn’t get, but Graver can just as easily go find one of them for himself, so here’s the KO Ten Count…

[align=center]One!

Two!

Three!

Ash Stirs!!!

Four!!

Five!!

Six!!

Ash is on his Belly trying to Push Himself Up!!!

Seven!!!

Eight!!!

Nine!!!

The Blood-loss is Sapping his Strength, he’s Almost There!!!

TEN!!!

Ash Doesn’t Make It!!!

DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!![/align]


MA: Here is your winner by Knock Out; at a time of Twelve Minutes and Three Seconds; GRAAAAAYYYYYYVVVVEEEEERRRR!!!

Onikage’s happiness as he rings the bell falls. Graver’s time is not good enough. The man himself hears the news just as he arrives to celebrate with one foot on Ash’s chest, washing his hair in Graverberg and swishing it around as he flips the Deuce at anyone and everyone.

CL: Constance, God of Spilt Blood is not Amused! Graver has been Robbed by this Foolish Referee!

JH: Leave JJ. alone, he did a fine job trying to keep this match in order…

CM: Well yeah, just not the post-match…

Nope, the Barbed Wire covered Knuckledusters are back out, and JJ. is threatening to completely reverse the decision if Graver gets any closer. “Unconscious refs can’t reverse decisions,” would probably be Graver’s line of thinking, were he thinking, instead of just pounding Onikage’s former student in the face. The Saviour’s contribution to JJ.’s defence is to tell him that enough is indeed enough, and that they’re just wasting time. Plus Graver’s probably got a crate in his locker-room; leaving the two to stalk to the back…

The camera cuts to backstage in the dark and damp boiler room that is usually the office of the General Manager. All of his belongings happen to be in there but instead of him sitting at the throne, it is Lazaro sitting there. With his head bowed and his hands cupped together on the desk it looks like the Chief of Security has seen better days. Suddenly a hand reaches out and touches his shoulder, making him look up to see Kitano Kobayashi there with a tap in his other hand. Without any words yet exchanged between the two the camera fades...
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The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinema graphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go.

MA: The following time limit challenge is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, from San Diego, California… he is… PPRRRIIIIIMMMMME!!!!

CM: Pfft! I am sick of his SOB.

JH: What’s the matter with Prime? He’s an amazing athlete that came close to getting a championship match against Xtreme Kitten at Blessed and Forsaken.

CM: He has the personality of an ironing board. And I hate that!

CL: You just hate him because Kennedy wants to ride him.

CM: That too.

He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match.

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

MA: And the opponent, making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

CL: You know, I never understood why we don’t give the ladies’ weight.

CM: I’ll wait for the ladies any day.

JH: You’ve been waiting for close to 40 years. But that’s another story altogether.

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

JH: This should be quite the interesting meeting tonight.

CM: Oh, I know. You can cut the sexual tension with a knife. And it’s all coming off of Prime. Muscle-bound pig.

JH: I was referring to the fact that both of the competitors, along with Hutch, are seen by the fans as a threat to Xtreme Kitten’s Dual Crown Championship.

DING-DING

The bell sounds and both competitors exit their corners. The circling begins and neither one make a move for one another, yet keep their guard up. Mark Jackson gets a little impatient when he notices neither Kennedy or Prime are moving in to start this contest off. He glances between the two, probably wondering to himself if they’re aware he signaled for the start of the match.

CL: Well… what the hell are they doing?

JH: It’s almost as if neither are sure what their first move should be.

CM: Well, Kennedy’s used to bigger opponents but not opponents as powerful as Prime. And on the flipside, how does Prime fight a woman? Especially one he wants to bang. Asshole!

Prime makes the first move, heading in for a standard collar and elbow-tie up. Kennedy falls in line and does the same… except she ducks under his arm and smacks a kick into the back of his knee. She locks Prime’s head up and goes for a bulldog that Prime counters out of, pushing Kennedy off into the ropes. She rebounds and runs into a brick wall!

JH: Kennedy trying for a bulldog earlier on. Obviously not going to work on Prime.

CM: How could he knock a woman down?! What kind of a man is that?!

Prime bends down and drags Kennedy up, using the motion to THROW HER OVER WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Prime sits up and glances over his shoulder at Kennedy’s laid out body. He seems to hesitate a moment, possibly second guessing that move? But climbs back up to his feet.

JH: A belly to belly suplex! Prime appears to be exerting minimal effort to throw Kennedy around. That just shows how strong Prime is.

CL: And how much of a size difference there is.

JH: Absolutely. A hundred and seventy-five pounds separates them and nearly an entire foot in height.

He moves to Kennedy and drags her up… No! Kennedy knees him in the stomach! Followed by a knee straight to the face! Grabbing onto his shoulders, Kennedy hoists herself up onto his shoulders and throws him across the ring with a hurracanrana! No! Prime holds on tight, preventing Kennedy from throwing him over.

CL: Nowhere to go on that hurracanrana. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.

CM: Still, it would’ve been awesome to see her throw him around for a change.

JH: Considering Prime’s size and strength, that’s just not gonna happen in any form, I don’t think.

Prime drags Kennedy back up onto his shoulders, hesitating once more before making any decisions on what to do with her. Unfortunately this allows Kennedy to blast him in the face with a right hand. In retaliation Prime throws Kennedy back-first into the turnbuckle!

JH: Ugh! A powerbomb into the turnbuckle. Something I’m noticing is a lot of hesitation from Prime tonight.

CL: Yeah, what the hell is wrong with him? Don’t tell me he’s smitten by Kennedy.

CM: Of course he is! He’s a muscle-bound pig that wants to use Kennedy! I hate him!

Prime wipes his face off, shaking his head in an effort to get his mind back into the game. Obviously he’s done so as he rushes at full-speed into Kennedy…’s raised foot! Kennedy immediately spins around and climbs the turnbuckle. Without looking back she shoots off the top rope, leveling Prime with a standing moonsault! She hooks up one of Prime’s big legs in hopes of a quick pinfall!

JH: Standing moonsault! Kennedy has the cover!


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TWO!!
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But two is all that she gets. Kennedy springs to her feet first, waiting for Prime to get to one knee and then runs, sliding up onto his shoulders in the same moment he pushes up to both feet… which allows Kennedy to roll forward and pin him up once more!

CM: Victory roll!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!
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Same result. Prime kicks out at two. Kennedy again springs back to her feet. Prime is much quicker this time, but that doesn’t stop the speedy Kennedy from trying the same move again. This time Prime is a step ahead and throws one of her legs off his shoulder… which Kennedy uses in her momentum to swing completely around to his foot, grabbing his head and DDTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS!

CM: Go Kennedy! Check that out!

JH: An impressive counter into a DDT. She’s using Prime’s strength to actually assist her into more impact. Good strategy.

CL: She’s adapting to him. Now Prime has to adapt and realize what she’s doing.

Kennedy hurries back to her feet, moving towards the turnbuckle and glancing back to see Prime still laid out in perfect position. But before she can make the climb towards the top, the crowd seems to get into a frenzy… just moments before Elrick comes flying over the audience barricade head first into the ring post!

CM: Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

JH: What the hell!

CL: Crackerjack is still beating the fuck out of Elrick!

Crackerjack comes over the guard rail, heading right for the bloody mess that is Elrick. Ever the underdog, Elrick isn’t beat yet, trying to put all the strength he has left behind the wild rights he’s throwing. Crackerjack easily ducks one and grabs Elrick up CHOKESLAMMING HIM INTO THE RINGSIDE MATS!

CM: OUCH!

JH: A chokeslam into the concrete at ringside! Crackerjack is relentless!

The Undisputed International Champion grabs Elrick by the neck and easily lifts his lifeless body off the ground, dragging him backstage in a barbaric manner. Kennedy eventually remembers there’s a match going on… and she’s in it! She turns just in time to duck aside from a charging Prime!

CM: And now he’s dragging him by the neck--AH PRIME!

JH: Kennedy just avoided a potentially dangerous collision.

CL: Prime is running on steam and that isn’t getting him anywhere.

Prime nails the turnbuckle chest first, and gets spun around by Kennedy. She springs off his thigh and CRACKS A KNEE UPSIDE HIS HEAD! She springs backwards on impact and then rushes back in, leaping onto his thighs and throwing him over with a monkey flip! Nope. Prime holds on and spins around, sitting Kennedy on the top rope.

JH: A shining wizard in the corner!

CL: Failed monkey flip. Prime finally caught on. Literally.

With Kennedy already halfway there, Prime grabs a hold of her off the top rope and hoists her up high above his head! As everyone watches in amazement, Prime presses Kennedy a few times as she kicks and tries to fight out. But she has no where to go but DOOOOOWN as Prime let’s the Lady of the Year CRASH ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE CANVAS!

CL: PRIME PRESS! All 6-6 plus feet Kennedy goes crashing into the canvas!

Prime seems to be on fire now, clenching his fists tightly and grits his teeth with the taste of victory within his grasp. He spins around, and motions for Kennedy to get back up. The crowd is split down the middle, half cheering on Prime while the other half are booing his stalking of her. Kennedy rolls towards the corner, back into the turnbuckle and staring up at the imposing figure advancing on her.

CL: Here’s the big finish. Prime is pissed off and that’s something Kennedy doesn’t need.

JH: I hate to say it but the end could be near for FIW’s Leading Lady.

Prime moves in and… hesitates. He stares down at Kennedy’s frightened and pained expression, blinking his eyes before turning away and trying to shake something clear. Kennedy sits as confused as everyone else before slowly pulling herself up to her feet, watching Prime cautiously.

CL: What the fuck is he doing?

CM: Prime and Kennedy both have been saying things that aren’t there all week. Maybe Prime’s still suffering from his delusions. I think it’s brought on by steroid abuse.

JH: Would you shut up? A lot of people have been wondering if he really did see Jesse Jaymes this week. And Kennedy’s delusions have been well-documented since Blessed and Forsaken.

Kennedy hurries over, grabbing a handful of blond locks, hooking Prime up in an inverted facelock and SLAMMING THE BACK OF HIS SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN INVERTED EVENFLOW DDT!

JH: WAIT A MINUTE! The Mind Fuck by Kennedy! That was the finisher of Kennedy’s old mentor Swytch!

CL: Not the first time she’s fucked with his head. Typical woman!

Kennedy rolls to her feet, keeping her eyes locked on Prime. He forces himself to get his shoulders off the mat, rolling to his stomach and trying to push himself up off the canvas. He gets up to one knee, grabbing the back of his head with a grimace. And that’s when Kennedy takes off, she sprints across the ring, steps onto Prime’s knee and SWINGS HER OTHER KNEE UPSIDE PRIME’S HEAD!

JH: THE SHOT HEARD ROUND THE WORLD! Kennedy just leveled Prime!

Prime’s head snaps to the side and he crashes down onto the canvas, grabbing the side of his face. Kennedy collapses on top of Prime, doing her best to hook his leg as Mark Jackson hit’s the canvas!


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TWO!!




THREE!!!
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MA: Here is your winner in the time of ten minutes and ten seconds… KKEEEENNNNEEDDDDYYYY!!!!

Kennedy rolls off of Prime, letting out a huge breath of air. Mark Jackson grabs her arm as she gets to her feet, signaling the victor of the contest. Kennedy moves to the closest turnbuckle, climbing to the top and celebrating in her victory… unaware of Prime forcing himself back up to his feet… even through the lingering sting upside his face.

JH: Uh-oh. Kennedy, your best bet is to get out of there!

CL: It’s about time she got paid back for fucking with Prime’s head!

JH: Prime doesn’t even realize what’s going on with Kennedy!

CL: I just know what I saw in that bed.

JH: WASN’T REAL!

Prime stares up at Kennedy and makes a move for the celebrating lady when… SLICE OF FRIED GOLD! Hutch comes out of nowhere and LEVELS PRIME WITH ONE-ARMED ACE CRUSHER!

CL: WHAT THE FUCK!

CM: HA! Fried to a crispy golden slice! Now you kick his ass, Kennedy!

JH: What is Hutch doing out there?

Hutch bounds to his feet, throwing his arms out to his side as he stands over the fallen Prime. Meanwhile, Kennedy drops back down to the canvas and turns around just in time to see Hutch’s “hard earned” celebration. Hutch grins at Kennedy, lowering his arms and walking over to her with an extra swagger in his step.

CL: THAT is what Hutch is doing out here.

JH: I should’ve guessed.

Something is said and considering the stuff that usually comes out of Hutch’s mouth, I’d say it’s safe to say he hasn’t changed it up any. Especially due to Kennedy’s reaction of pure rejection. She shakes her head at whatever line he mustered up and rolls from the ring. Hutch continues to grin from ear to ear, moving to the ropes and leaning on them while watching Kennedy walk away once again.

CM: Ha! That’s right. There’s only one man for Kennedy and it’s not you, Hutch!

JH: You talking about Swytch?

CM: I’M TALKING ABOUT ME! Asshole.

Once Kennedy has left his visual sights, Hutch sighs and pushes himself off the ropes, turning… RIGHT INTO A PISSED OFF PRIME! The Excellence of Evolution lunges at Hutch… who just ducks down at the last second and bails from the ring!

CM: Dammit! Almost fucked up that little bastard.

JH: Who are you cheering for?

CM: Whichever one succeeds in killing the other. Only dealing with one is better than two.

Hutch backpedals faster than whoever holds that record in the Guinness… I mean, come on. There’s a record for everything. Someone has to have that record, right? And if not, why not Hutch? Regardless, Prime is left in the ring fuming as Hutch’s self-confident smirk returns now that he’s at a safe distance from Prime.

In the ring we join Jonathan Hitchen. Yes, he has left the announcer’s cage and is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. Let’s see what he’s going to say.

JH: Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special guest with us here tonight. She is a former Cruiserweight Champion and the sister of the reigning Hellcat Division Champion. Please welcome… APRIL LYNN!

The arena goes black, a pink spot light scouring one side of the arena as a white one mirrors its search on the opposite side. A static-filled buzzing sounds out through the arena until the two spotlights meet in the center of the stage, transforming to purple as “Woman’s Cry” by Shocknina blasts through the speakers.

[align=center]Cry! Stab! Pain! Lie!
Out of control, I love you
Kill! Drown! Burn! Down!
I can’t let go, I die for you
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April steps into the purple glow, looking around the arena before shooting an arm up into the air, causing the house lights to flood the arena with light once more. She makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. She reaches the ring and grabs a hold of the top chord, gazing back at the crowd on either side of the walkway before stepping in under the middle rope. She steps into the center of the ring and raises her arm up once again in acknowledgement of the fans, spinning to face all four sides.

JH: April, it’s certainly great to see you back in this ring again. Before we get started on what you’ve been up to, I was wondering if we could get your thoughts on Blessed and Forsaken last night?

Jonathan Hitchen hands the microphone towards April, who glances towards the crowd with a thoughtful look upon her expression. Deciding that she could grant that request, she takes the microphone from FIW’s most respected commentator.

April: Well, as everyone knows I was in attendance at Blessed and Forsaken last night. I’m not completely sure what you want my thoughts on but I’ll start with the big one.

She pauses for a moment, letting the crowd try and decipher what the “big one” actually is. It should be obvious.

April: I can’t say I’m a big fan of Xtreme Kitten’s action or his attitude. But I can say that I despise everything Graver stands for. And I’ve never been a fan of Onikage after the things he’s done to my friends, more specifically Kailey Lane.

Ooh. The crowd loves them some Kailey. We all miss her so. Tear.

April: So at the end of the day, Kitten happens to be the lesser of evils. So I really hope he retires Onikage for good, and that he sends Graver along with him.

Oops. Was that a little harsh? April just shrugs her shoulders, surprisingly getting support from the crowd who feels exactly the way she does.

April: And then there’s my sister’s match. The Hellcat Division Championship match between Jaime Lee… and Roxie.

April pauses for the crowd pop for the fans that like Jaime. Which is quite a bit since she is cute as a button. But surprisingly, Roxie also gets a pop from the crowd. How can you not love a lesbian stripper that wants to kill people? You can’t.

April: I’ll admit, I didn’t pay much attention to Roxie when she first started trying to push herself into Jaime’s life. In fact, I found Roxie completely and utterly harmless. A little fan girl. But I guess she had everyone fooled. Because she’s far from harmless. She’s far from a fan girl. She’s a vicious bitch that will hurt anyone she has to in order to get what she wants. Reminds me a lot of someone Extreme Ninja #2 used to hang around.

Ooh. Comparing Roxie to Smarty Smark? Now that’s not a compliment by any stretch of the definition. April looks ready to continue but the sudden interruption of Gorillaz's 'Dare' cuts her off. A little surprised, I mean because it is the first time it's played on Revolt, April slowly lowers her arm and looks to the entrance way where Roxie comes out. She seems all smiles and giggles as she dances her way down to the ring ignoring the fans for some reason. Roxie bounces her way up the stairs in the corner, well not a technical bounce just that she has a bounce in her step, and quickly enters the ring from under the middle rope. April, not really sure how to react, stands there silent with the mike by her side watching as Roxie walks to one side of the ring to wave at the crowd. Wait! Yes, perhaps Roxie is just here as the first person to come down for this match. Roxie walks past April making her way to the other side of the ring where she performs the same smile and wave routine. Finally, Roxie turns and acknowledges April who stands there in the middle of the ring wondering just what Roxie has planned. Perhaps a heart to heart talk, maybe something involving feelings, whatever it is it's certainly gotten Roxie smiling. Roxie stands there with both hands close to her chest saying something that isn't quite picked up. It's gotta be nice because she's gotten April smiling, just a little though.

JH: Roxie, I...

What the hell? Oh yea, Jonathon is in the ring. He approaches the two girls with mike in hand ready to continue his interview and maybe ask a few questions Roxie's way as well. Time for Hitchen to fully show his talents at--

April: AIEEEEEERRRRGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Hitchen jumps back after seeing Roxie's quick motion. Instantly grabbing hold of Aprils arm, Roxie twists it around and kicks in the back of her leg forcing her down to one knee. Roxie stands practically beside her twisting and grinding that arm as Hitchen dances around a little wondering just how to stop this. As if everything was planned, Roxie slowly lifts her right foot and plants it on the back of April's arm. Now Hitchen frantically tries to think of something to do. His first instinct is to plea with Roxie and hope she'll listen to reason. However, before he can say even a letter of any word, something catches Roxie's attention. Suddenly, Roxie screams out;

Roxie: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!

CRRRRR-RACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a fluid motion, Roxie's right foot is on the ground next to April's crumpled and screaming body as she grabs hold of her arm and takes the fetal position. Roxie stands there not even looking at her, instead her eyes are locked on Jaime who slides into the ring to check up on her sister. First instincts and all tell her to ignore Roxie and check April's arm. Bad move in Roxie's book who now makes a sudden move toward her idol. Jaime is ready however as she pounces into Roxie powering her down with a Lou Thesz Press. All wrestling knowledge and know how leave the ring entirely as both girls ensue in an all out cat fight. Jaime scratches and kicks everything that is Roxie as her target tries to put up a defense. Finally, a series of officials stream into the ring and manage to pry Jaime off of Roxie. Jaime kicks her feet out while her arms are held by two officials each, all the while letting out some not too pleasant remarks. So let's listen, shall we?

Jaime: YOU BITCH! LET GOOOOOO!!!! GET BACK HERE!

She goes on to say more while trying to break free and murder the woman once thought to be her number one fan All while Roxie watches, held back by only two officials. Meanwhile, April writhes in pain on the canvas, clutching at her arm. Who knows what could happened next, but the show needs its commercial revenue...it has nothing to do with the language or violence.
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JH: Welcome back from that commercial break folks, remember, eat Snacky Smores!

CL: All the people are in the ring now, not just the crazy women.

CM: Mmmhmmm…I love me some psycho bitch.

JH: Chip! Neither of those ladies are any thing close to that!

CL: If you think Roxie’s sane…I’d say you are about as batshit loco as her.

CM: I don’t mind if a girl is a little off in the head, typically they are more fun in bed that way.

JH: You two are…disgusting.

CL: Oh will you…what the fuck is this?

Onikage: Good evening gentlemen.

CM: Holy crap, where did you appear from?! …I mean…erm…Hi, long time no see.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt. It will be contested under battle royale rules where the match may continue till only one competitor remains and all others must be eliminated by being sent over the top rope, both feet touching the floor. Lazaro has granted this bout a one hour time limit and your official for this battle royale is Tony Clarke with Fuzz on the outside. It is for the holding cell in the Condemned Fetish Match at Violence Fetish two thousand and seven!


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


Right out of the bell the wrestlers go at it, Roxie Galanoochie and Jaime Lee trying to head right at each other only for several wrestlers to get in the way. One such wrestler is Rory Von Drachenberg that goes for a lariat only for FIW’s Sweetheart to duck out underneath it. Without a waste of movement, the Hellcat Division Champion clobbers Rory upside the head with Turn the Beat Around and tosses her right over the top rope! Mean while Crackerjack and Gabriel launch Phyllis Bathory across the ring like a spear and he tackles Robert Black right over the top rope, narrowly avoiding getting eliminated too.

CL:

Onikage: What’s the matter Constance? Cat got your tongue?

CM: …HA HA HA HA! That’s such a funny joke from the crazy cult leader…RIGHT guys?

JH: Jaime Lee’s looking fiery than ever but who could blame her! …And the Rejects are showing their dominance too by over looking the every person for themselves rule.


MA: Rory Von Drachenberg and Robert Black have been ELIMINATED~!


In the corner Nightmare is hammering away on Mr. Blond to jeers and faint chants of “Big Purple Throbber” and “Same old shit”. Near by Grant Rice and Ethan Adams are talking to one another, possibly discussing a short term team for this match to survive it. Unfortunately for them, the other two parts of the Tanaka Zaibatsu hit them from behind with stereo knee lifts and advance towards the corner to cheers. Dragon gets a punch by Roxie for his troubles of trying to hold her back and walks right into Crackerjack & Gabriel scooping him up. Bathory soars through the air and sloppily nails a dropkick that knocks him out of their arms and tumbling over the top rope to elimination!

Onikage: Little known fact, William was born in a tree.

JH: …Nightmare wasn’t born in a bloody tr-

Onikage: Yes! Yes he did, he was born in the ugly tree! And, William hit every branch on the way down when he fell the big dim wit.

JH: Why don’t you pay more attention to your rutty faction that is making short work of people.


MA: Dragon has been ELIMINATED~!


Daisuke and Shaun perform a flawless double dropkick to the back of Nightmare’s head before kipping up, and proceeding to pound on him with Blond to cheers. There is a faint “Fuck him up Zaibatsu, fuck him up” chant ringing through out the Detroit crowd while Elrick races across the ring. Trying to get rid of one of the biggest threats, he smacks both Crackerjack and Gabriel from behind with lariats for their trouble and starts punching away on Jack! With all this confusion it easily allows Rice to storm past them and nearly behead Phyllis with the UZI that sends him head over heels to the ringside floor crashing skull first!

CL: Thank fuck.

Onikage: What do those fools think they are doing? One’s even more stupid than William because he actually teams with the man and the other’s…British.

JH: Speaking as one, the British have a wonderful culture that you should not deme-

Onikage: Like what, like what?! Name one thing the British have as a culture!

JH: They hav-

Onikage: All they have is bad teeth, the bug and the Beatles…and half of them sucked any ways. That’s it, that’s all they have for a culture.


MA: Phyllis Bathory has been ELIMINATED~!


Pulling him out of the corner, Blond and Wilson charge forward and hit a stereo Lightning Heel Kick, followed shortly up by a shining wizard from Daisuke. The trio happily dumps the Prince of Pain over the top rope to cheers and chants of “Thank you” from the crowd. Mean while in the center of the ring amidst Gabriel fighting Ethan and Grant, and Crackerjack and Elrick brawling…Jay Bain and Roxie bump into each other. The two look ready to go until they see who the other is, and relax and get a little nervous, neither one noticing until it’s too late that Jaime spears Galanoochie out of her shoes!

JH: What is with this crowd tonight?!

Onikage: They’re smarks, so of course they hate William. For a guiding point in how to tell what these basement of their mother dwellers act like…just look towards Constance.

CL: …I’m so fucking tempted to punch you right now.

Onikage: Tsk, tsk, tsk, I wouldn’t suggest that unless you want to be arrested on charges of assault. I’m not a contracted on-air persona after all.

CM: Uh…I think I’m just going to get a glass of water…yeah…right…that’s what I’m going to do.


MA: Nightmare has been ELIMINATED~!


Before Jay can react two figures rush the ring and attack him from behind with a double bulldog, and they quickly hit a double standing senton splash on the fallen Bain! Crackerjack and Elrick start trading head butts and in the process nearly step on Jaime and Roxie who are rolling around the mat, clawing and pulling hair as much as they can. On the other side of the ring the Zaibatsu have swarmed upon Gabriel, trying to rid themselves of the only other team in this thing and leaving Ethan & Grant with nothing to do. A collective gasp rings out amongst the fans when the two mystery attackers get back up off of Jay Bain and pull off their ski masks to reveal…

JH: Felix Arroyo and Steve Patterson?! Hardcore Sex is back in FIW?!

Onikage: I believe if dear Felix was any fruiter he’d be a pair of fruit of the loom underwear.

CL: Good thing Chip fucking left when he did.


Near immediately Hardcore Sex turn their sights to the tag champions, barreling across the ring and briefly making an odd short term alliance with Gabriel. While Crackerjack tries to lift the Career Killer up over his head and throw him, only for Elrick to latch onto the top rope with his arms and start choking Jack with his legs! Speaking of near eliminations, Jaime’s got Roxie and herself back up to their feet and is trying to toss her over the top rope! Jay slowly starts to stir and when he sees this, staggers and bolts towards the scene only to get his head kicked off from the side by a UZI from Grant that sends him over the top himself!

CL: Pfft, nice try Jay.

Onikage: It’s a good thing Grant eliminated Jay when he did for Jaime’s sake, from what my source Smarty Jones has told me Jay can tap into what is known as F.R.S.

JH: What?! F.R.S.?

Onikage: Yes, yes, F.R.S., Freaky Retard Strength it’s called on the streets I believe or so my other source Cathy McNitpicker tells me .

JH: …I…That…It…

Onikage: Apparently it’s rumored Mister Blond can tap into the same thing, I’ll keep you updated on that.


MA: Jay Bain has been ELIMINATED~!

Much to the dismay of Hardcore Sex, Gabriel sneaks out on the fight when he sees an opening and leaves them to handle all three members of the Zaibatsu. A near tragedy remedied when Adams spring boards off of the ropes and nails a cross body, taking out Wilson and Tanaka! While Gabriel gets familiar with the fists of Grant Rice that rain down upon him and get topped off by the wrestler’s infamous Jaw Jackin’ trademark punch! On the other side of the ring the UIC’s body starts to go limp from the choke and Roxie starts clawing at Lee’s eyes to get her to put her down but to no avail so far.

JH: It looks like Elrick might end up turning Jack’s face multiple colors before this is over!

Onikage: Oh yeah, not like he was that pretty to begin with.

JH: …Are you insulting your own Reject member?!

Onikage: Absolutely not, I’m insulted you would even accuse me of such a thing Hitchen. Now Gabriel on the other hand…he is a good looking man, and he has to be careful about those punches from Rice.

With two of them out of the way, Hardcore Sex focuses on Blond with a double flying lariat that sends him twirling through the air. Carefully Arroyo scoops him up and sets him on his shoulders in the doom’s day position and Patterson launches off of the ropes, wrapping his legs around him. Blond flies through the air in a hurricanrana that sends him right over the top rope and shoulder first into the ringside mats with a nasty thud! Mean while Grant went for a lariat only to have Gabriel duck beneath it and connect with a super kick that sends him stumbling.

Onikage: Come on, Gabriel get on that limey or Jack do some thing about him choking you! Look at him, he should be nothing to you, all he has is a concrete hard and bad teeth that’s the spawn of all those terrible puddings and teas they make!

CL: For a match that’s supposed to be every man for himself…we sure gots lots of fucking factions in there.

JH: Indeed, The Tanaka Zaibatsu who just lost one member and Hardcore Sex.

Onikage: Trying to be cute Hitchen? As if I wouldn’t notice you left out a third faction that’s still in this match.

JH: I thought it was fairly witty.

Onikage: Yeah, we’ll see how funny it is when I punch your precious Jaime or that little midget Ethan in the mouth. Oh, huh, what’s that? Yeah, not so funny any more, is it?

JH: That’s uncalled for!


MA: Mister Blond has been ELIMINATED~!


Valiantly Jaime tries to continue to toss Roxie out while her fellow Hellcat claws at her eyes and tries to bit any limb that touches her. Getting fed up with the abuse, the Hellcat Division Champion takes one of her hands and starts clubbing it against Galanoochie to get her to stop! Ethan launches his body through the air again and delivers a spinning wheel kick to the back of Crackerjack, nearly sending the monster over the top and releasing his hold on Elrick! While Daisuke and Shaun hit a double low blow on Hardcore Sex and look to take over, backing away and calling for stereo Lightning Heel Kicks.

JH: Too bad for Crackerjack, you got to have eyes in the back of your head during these matches!

Onikage: If you say any thing about mustard falling off his hot dog or it being so close but no cigar or any thing of your cute little cliché’ sayings I’m going to smack you.

JH: You look like you are getting awful nervous about this match, Onikage.

Onikage: Right, that’s why all of my charges are undefeated so far tonight and Kiyoshi is walking into Violence Fetish as the number one contender for the Dual Crown. Just like how Crackerjack or Gabriel will continue the trend and get rid of the rest of this slag, and win themselves a promised spot in the final five of the Condemned Fetish Match.

JH: …Kennedy was robbed by nine seconds.

In mid-run Daisuke gets bumped into by a stumbling Grant Rice and shares a second kick, this one a roundhouse, with Grant from Gabriel! Felix manages to snap out of it quick enough to pull his partner out of harm’s way of Shaun’s Lightning Heel Kick! Hardcore Sex leap forward and perform a double head butt that sends the African American Whoop Ass Machine over the top rope but lands on the apron. Unfortunately for him, the duo barrel forward and connect with a double flying knee strike that sends Wilson crashing against the barricade! Mean while Ethan and Elrick are taking turns firing off chops on the masked monster’s chest near the still struggling Jaime & Roxie.

CL: Fuck sake! The emo and the fruit loop have destroyed my favorite faction’s chances of being the final three!

JH: Yes, all that remains of the Zaibatsu is Daisuke!

Onikage: Crackerjack, Gabriel, stop wasting your times with the brit, the idiot and the cracked out midget and go after Hardcore Sex!

JH: See you want to eliminate the competition as far as teams in this goes, how honorable of you.


MA: Shaun Wilson has been ELIMINATED~!


Surprisingly Jaime let’s go of her fellow Hellcat and backs away from her, looking relatively calm all of a sudden as Galanoochie drops back onto her feet. Only moments later FIW’s Sweetheart bolts right back towards her and leaps into the air, nailing a double knee press! The two Hellcats sail over the top rope and Roxie face plants onto the ringside mats, with only one of Jaime’s feet touching the floor thanks to her grabbing the ropes. Pretty much every one not named Felix Arroyo gets distracted for a moment when the Hellcat Division Champion pulls herself back up and skins the cat, in the process her skirt flipping up briefly.

CL: It just wouldn’t be wrestling without a panties shot every once and a fucking while.

Onikage: I know this isn’t Star Trek or Dungeons and Dragons but could we please show a little professionalism around here?

JH: Why are you looking AT me when you say that?!

Onikage: Because you’re a bigger horn dog than Chip, and don’t even try to deny that you tea sipping bastard.


MA: Roxie Galanoochie has been ELIMINATED~!


Luckily for the Crow he doesn’t have to be around Grant and Gabriel brawling for long, unluckily for him he falls right into the clutches of Hardcore Sex! Steve wraps his arms around Tanaka’s waist and throws him backwards, hitting a modified german that sends him over the top! To knock him off the apron and finish it, Arroyo rushes from the ropes and hits the flying butt bump with a rather perversely happy expression on his face! Grinning ear to ear about what she’s done; Jaime turns around to see Elrick and Ethan are starting to fail against the UIC.

JH: Good lord! Crackerjack is nearly making a come back against two men!

Onikage: As impressive as it is, you have to remember that Ethan is a crack baby and Elrick is from a country that is laughable when it comes to their fighters.

CL: Is that so?

Onikage: It is, name one that could actually fight? Technical wrestling is all well and good but will do dog’s bollocks good against a monster to use the Queen’s English.


MA: Daisuke Tanaka has been ELIMINATED~!


Clobbering him with a roaring elbow, Gabriel turns his attentions from Rice to his fellow Reject and moves in to aid. Unluckily, Jaime sees the advantage of working together to get rid of Jack and tries to only for Ethan to be so on edge when she nears he punches her! Adams tries to apologize after he realizes what he’s done but the damage is done as they say, and she returns the favor by kicking him right in the family jewels. This leaves Elrick wide open to get hit from behind by Gabriel as Hardcore Sex waits in the wings.

CL: And, the chances of Ethan Adams having a offspring just shrunk a little.

Onikage: If my brothers have any thing to do about it they’ll ensure another walks out without the chance of being able to reproduce again.

JH: Elrick might be in trouble but he’s not going down without swinging for them!

Onikage: He can swing all he wants since as long as he doesn’t have a cricket bat in hand we should be alright.

Dazed, Elrick stands no chance when the masked monster grabs him by the throat with both of his gigantic hands and lifts him up. Swiftly Gabriel hops up onto the turnbuckle and balances across the top rope, following Crackerjack till he reaches the ropes and hits a back brain kick to Elrick! As if that wasn’t insult to injury enough, Jack delivers a modified Visions of Nell that sends the Career Killer crashing to the ringside floor with a splat! Mean while Grant Rice steps in between Ethan and Jaime, trying to defuse the situation and by the looks of it form an alliance against Hardcore Sex and the Rejects.

Onikage: Oh look, they are trying to form a unlikely rag tag team, how cute.

JH: It is the best strategy if you ask me.

CM: And, I’m back, what did I miss?

Onikage: Just the supreme dominance of this match by my faction, nothing of importance.


MA: Elrick has been ELIMINATED~!


Just when it looks like harmony might be broken between the unlikely trio, Hardcore Sex swoop in and spike both Grant and Ethan on their heads with backdrop suplexs! Jaime tries to aid only to have Crackerjack start to pick her up from behind with Gabriel guiding him. As expected, the Hellcat Division Champion doesn’t go quietly and tries her hardest to drive her feet into Jack’s body and manages to knock Gabriel upside the head with a kick. While Ethan and Grant both stir and just in time manage to duck a stereo set of flying forearms from Hardcore Sex!

JH: What are those two doing to Jaime?! What are they doing damn it?!

Onikage: How should I know? Not like I am their boss…just advisor, manager, mentor, consoler, and co-leader.

CM: Wow, Ethan and Grant are doing some fluke like dodging.

CL: Fluke? As much as I’d hate to give any one credit…they are fairly talented.

Crackerjack simply tries to chuck Miss Lee over the top rope, however like some sort of bat or squirrel she wraps her legs around the top rope and hangs on! Both Rejects immediately start pounding on her legs, trying to wrench them off of the top rope to get rid of her. On the other side of the ring Ethan and Grant hit stereo toe kicks and both go for vertical suplexs on one of the members of Hardcore Sex. Except the duo both land on their feet behind the non-team and hit stereo front drop kicks, sending the two stumbling into the ropes!

Onikage: She is like a cock roach, isn’t she? She just won’t go away.

CM: …Uhhh…Mmmhmm….underwear….

JH: Well, bootie shorts but that’s neither here nor there I suppose.

CL: Damn, Hardcore Sex is looking roug…oh no they don’t, like I’m fucking falling for that play on words they could use against me.

The Rejects’ prays are answered in the form of an evil little angel by the name of Roxie Galanoochie who hops back onto the apron to jeers! The Hellcat pries Jaime’s legs off of the top rope and helps the Rejects just dump her out onto the ringside floor! Before referees can even tend to her Jaime is up and Roxie joins her on the floor, slugging away at each other! Mean while Hardcore Sex turns around and come face to face with the Rejects, the Detroit crowd becoming a silent buzz about the confrontation that is about to begin.

Onikage: Sooner or later it was bound to happen I suppose.

JH: We are down to the final six in this battle royale and right now we might be seeing a glimpse of what’s to come in the tag title division!

CL: Whoope fucking doo.

CM: Aww…Girls…come back…I have candy?


MA: Jaime Lee has been ELIMINATED~!


The two teams meet each other in the center of the ring and start trading blows, firing off punches and chops, and forearm strikes alike! It is Hardcore Sex that gets the upper hand when they both hit stereo low side kicks to the knees of the Rejects, and run away from them. They bounce off of the ropes and launch themselves at the Rejects…only for them to side step Hardcore Sex and send Felix & Steve sailing over the top rope and to the floor! Gabriel and Crackerjack look on in amusement, never even suspecting that Grant and Ethan are sneaking up behind till they have lifted and tossed Crackerjack out!

Onikage: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! What just happened?! It couldn’t have been what I thought I just saw!

CL: Crackerjack’s fucking gone!

JH: And, with it the Rejects’ advantage!

CM: Final three baby!


MA: Steve Patterson has been ELIMINATED~! And, Felix Arroyo has been ELIMINATED~! And, Crackerjack has been ELIMINATED~!

Grant Rice and Ethan Adams both sigh in relief after all that heavy lifting, not noticing Gabriel who is fuming beside them. Before either can even react the Fallen of FIW spears Rice out of his boots with the Redemption of Faith, and turns his sights to Adams. To his credit, the High Spot Sensation manages a roundhouse kick that shakes up the bigger man and charges at him for a cross body. Gabriel unfortunately catches him and tosses him over head and right over the top rope with Adams narrowly landing on the apron and avoiding elimination!

Onikage: That’s more like it, I could easily rid this match of those two so you should be able to too.

JH: I don’t think it quite works that way, Onikage…

Onikage: Who asked you?! Go back to hoping some how these fools get lucky and eliminate Gabriel.

CL: They wouldn’t even need luck for that, sheep fucker.

With what he believes to be one gone, the Reject turns his sights to Rice and pulls him up onto his dazed feet, wrapping an arm around his neck. As if to put an exclamation point to the whole thing he hits the Penance, and quickly pulls his foe back up alongside him. Holding him by the head, the Fallen of FIW leads the former FSC over to the ropes and tries to throw him right over the top. Rice stops dead in his tracks and despite being dazed hits a few elbows to Gabriel’s midsection, getting a few cheers from the fans and rallying them.

JH: Grant Rice is fighting back!

Onikage: Come now Gabriel, don’t make a fool out of us, eliminate the thug.

CM: Eh…

CL: Low blow him if you need to Grant, it’s legal!

Continuing his assault, Rice starts throwing stronger and faster elbows to the midsection until Gabriel’s let him loose. Grant delivers a nasty looking head butt that leaves Gabriel on dream street and fires off a few quick jabs to the chest and midsection, before wrapping his arms around his opponent. Sharply he takes him over head with a belly to belly suplex that sends the Fallen of FIW crashing into the ropes, and landing head first on the mat. The veteran of the two scrambles back up to his feet and catches the dazed Reject again and this time throws him over head with a german suplex!

JH: Grant is back in this thing!

Onikage: How is this possible?! Gabriel is a properly educated young man, Grant can’t even pronounce simple words correctly and uses idiotic slang like the roof is on fire!

CL: …I don’t think any one’s used that since at least the eighties.

Onikage: No man that can’t count above twenty thanks to his school’s education system or lack there of should be able to defeat my Fallen Angel!

The Detroit crowd is feeling it, Grant is feeling it, Tony Clarke is feeling it and Gabriel is certainly feeling it right about now. Rice calls for one more suplex to send the Reject out on his ass for elimination, closing in on him like a predator stalking its prey before the kill. Carefully he closes in and goes to wrap his arms around Gabriel…and gets a thumb straight into his eye socket for his troubles! Temporarily blinded, Grant is easy prey for the Fallen of FIW to scoop up and vertical suplex right out of the ring and tumble to the floor below.

Onikage: I was never worried for a moment.

JH: Darn it! A cheap maneuver allows Gabriel to stay in this thing!

CL: And, Ethan’s all that is left to stand against him.

CM: …Better get the Rejects celebration party started already…


MA: Grant Rice has been ELIMINATED~!


Constance’s words might be a little ahead of themselves as Gabriel turns around right in time for Ethan to springboard back into the ring! The First Wonder of the World looks for a hurricanrana but sadly finds a powerbomb for his troubles that drives him neck first down! Not showing any remorse, the Reject holds on and lifts Ethan back up and slams him down a second time with a powerbomb onto the canvas to cringes from the fans! Gabriel shakes his head and smirks wickedly, lifting up the former FSC a second time and aiming for a third powerbomb!

Onikage: What did this little doped up midget honestly think that was going to accomplish?

JH: Sorry, not every one calls it a day when it seems hopeless and they keep on fighting!

CL: Burn.

CM: Can’t he just get it over with?! …Erm…Not that I’m in a rush or any thing…or like I’m trying to get away from you…Onikage…sir…

Near strutting around the ring with Ethan Adams on his shoulders, the Fallen of FIW shows that he’s learning fast from his fellow Rejects. He charges towards the ropes and seemingly looks to launch Ethan over them with a running powerbomb and the third in his set! Just as they hit the ropes the Reject goes to throw Adams only for him to wrap his legs around Gabriel’s throat and hang on for dear life to the top rope! The Detroit crowd erupts when Gabriel is sent flying over the top rope with a hurricanrana and falls to the outside!


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


JH: Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Ethan Adams just-

Onikage: Silence! All of you!

CL: Yeah, that’s right, run away you sheep fucker.

CM: Oh thank god, he’s gone!


MA: Your winner and the man that has earned the right to the holding cell in the Condemned Fetish Match at Violence Fetish…EEEEEEEEEEETHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN AAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSS~!!!


Saliva blasts over the sound system and Ethan Adams sits on his knees, looking slightly in disbelief that this all just happened. It isn’t until Tony raises his arm that he gets up and pumps his other fist into the air right alongside its brother, yelling out in excitement. Adams walks over and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, playing up to the fans that are going wild for his victory. While Onikage saunters down to ringside and helps Gabriel up and to the back, looking less than thrilled with these results and his Reject’s failure.

CM: Least not one of those freaks won it.

JH: Ethan Adams has just sealed his destiny for the final five no matter what happens in the Condemned Fetish Match!

CL: Better yet, the Rejects have finally shown a small chink in their armor after being damn near fucking unstoppable tonight. We are all out of time folks, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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