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Violence Fetish '07; 12-02-07
Topic Started: Dec 3 2007, 04:47 AM (528 Views)
Kryten Shards
Unregistered

[align=center]Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all


You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand

And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand


Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all


Anger and agony
Are better than misery

Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand...

Pain, without love
[size0]This Animal...

Pain, I can't get enough
[size0]This Animal...
Pain, I like it rough
[size0]This Animal...
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
This Animal...
Pain, I can't get enough
This Animal...
Pain, I like it rough
This Animal...
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel
pain

THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME!

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal
[size0]This animal...
[size0]This animal...

I can't escape myself
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

[size0]This animal...
This animal...
This animal...
This animal...
This animal...
This animal...
This animal...

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME!


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Kryten Shards
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JH: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Violence Fetish pre-show available only on FIW.com! Nick Allen and the Prince of Pain, Nightmare, are getting ready to rock this crowd and get them set for Violence Fetish 2007!

CM: Ugh…let’s get this over with. It wouldn’t be too much to ask Crackerjack to just like…eat both of these guys, would it?

As the single guitar of "Streetfight"'s intro rings through the arena, the lights dim. After the drumroll, and as the band kick in as a whole, a pyro either side of the entrance goes off, signalling Nick Allen's arrival. Allen stands for a moment, surveying the crowd. Then, to a pop from the crowd, he cracks open a beer, messily emptying it into his mouth, before crushing it in his hand, then charging to the ring. Once ringside he slides under the bottom rope, and takes a second to pose for the crowd, before carefully removing his shirt, folding it, and placing it carefully in his corner.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring at this time from Millwall, England, weighing 280 pounds, he is…NICK! THE FIRM! ALLLLLLLENNNNN!

JH: Nick is easily one of the more impressive members of FIW’s new blood, using that power, that rough and dirty street fighting style to make a name for himself!

All goes black for a moment, blacklights cutting in sharply as the dark purple strobes, as if they were almost constant camera flashes, start up down the walkway, the opening notes of “Before I Forget” rocking our faces and bringing some of the crowd to their feet cheering, about ready to see their Dark Knight.

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MA: His opponent, hailing from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and represents the RRRRREVOLUTION, this is FIW’S DAAARK KNIGHT, NIGHTMARE!!!

The music continues to pummel until the first line spewed from Number 8 fades in, giving way to smoke filling the stage, as a light in the shape of the Neverwinter Eye appears in the mist. Nightmare makes his way through the curtain, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood.

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Nightmare jumps over the ropes, turning as he lands so that he's facing away from his opponent, looking out into the crowd. He throws his hood back, then climbs back up on the ropes, throwing his arms out in a Triple H pose, ROARING proudly to the fans as more purple strobes blaze all over him.

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Finally, Nightmare steps down, turns and faces his opponent, a stoic look of focus and determination on his face as he unbuckles his jacket, removing that and dropping it to the floor. He stretches on the ropes now, waiting impatiently for the bell to ring.

And ring it does! *DING DING DING!*

JH: All right, here we go!

CM: Wake me up when they’re done sucking, please.

Nightmare and Nick Allen approach each other, each without an ounce of fear in their eyes. Nightmare extends a hand for a firm shake, and Nick Allen accepts it to a rousing cheer, though right afterward he nails Nightmare with a straight stiff jab from his other hand! That shot surprised the Dark Knight, staggering him back where Nick’s able to pound him with a combination of three heavy blows to the body, getting the upper hand on Nightmare with his striking skills. He’s able to back Nightmare up to the ropes with his onslaught, now whipping Nightmare into the opposite side ropes where he pops up and connects with a nice dropkick right to the chest, the crowd applauding his agility for how big he is.

JH: From a man that size, that is an impressive maneuver!

CM: He dropkicked him. Excuse me while I change my fucking pants. Jeeze.

Nick stays on the fallen Nightmare for a cover..

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2..

Kickout![/align]


Nick now picks Nightmare up, rocking him with a headbutt before pushing him into the turnbuckle, nailing him with another shot to the body before whipping him across to the other corner, looking for a big splash against the turnbuckle but Nightmare moves out of the way, letting Nick hit chest first on the buckle, Nightmare fires himself off the ropes and takes down the rebounding Nick Allen with a lariat! Nick, the tough man that he is, bounces right back up after the knockdown, sending a brutal looking right hand Nightmare’s way that he avoids, Nightmare launches a knee into Nick Allen’s gut and then hoists him up onto his shoulders, displaying his impressive strength before dropping him down onto both his knees with a gutbuster! Nightmare rolls Nick over and pins him..

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2..

POWER out by Nick Allen![/align]


JH: Nick’s got that amazing strength and a 5 pound weight advantage on Nightmare, that’s how he was able to power out of the kickout after that devastating move!

CL: I gotta’ say, I’m impressed so far, I’ve never seen Grimace pull out a move like that, he used to be all about fair fighting and playing nice!

Nightmare pulls himself up to his feet, a step and a half slower than Nick Allen who boots Nightmare in the gut once he’s up, going behind the Prince Of Pain and lifting him up for a BIG high angle back suplex, both titans crashing hard to the mat! The crowd cheers Nick’s show of power once again, Nick now bouncing off the ropes to get momentum before he goes for a kneedrop, though unfortunately he hits nothing but canvas as Nightmare avoided the contact! Nightmare and Nick are both up to their feet, Nick firing first with a HARD shot to the jaw, Nightmare responds with a soupbone of his own, Nick with another hard jab to the face, and another, getting the best of Nightmare on this strike exchange, he pushes Nightmare into the ropes and whips him off, calling for his Millwall Stampede running spinebuster, he braces himself to catch Nightmare but all he catches is a kick to the face to upright him, Allen charges with a lariat but Nightmare catches him and uses his own momentum to swing him around and SLAM him into the mat, Black Hole style!

JH: THERE’s the End Of Days!

CL: I think we know what’s next, Jonathan! I can see from my vantage point that Chip could give a fuck about this match, he’s still asleep!

Nightmare now lifts Allen to his feet after pulling his singlet straps down, the fans knowing what’s coming, the exhausted Dark Knight underhooks the arms and LIIIFTS Nick Allen with all his strength, bringing Nick CRASHING down with a Tiger Bomb! Nightmare wraps up the legs and stays on him for the pin..

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2..

3!

*ding ding*[/align]


MA: Here is your winner, NNNIGHTMARE!

CL: Wow! Grimace actually fuckin’ won!

JH: The Cataclysm has ended Nightmare’s losing skid!

Nightmare rolls off the pinfall, raising his arms in victory as he leans against the ropes to catch his breath, looking down at Nick Allen trying to get up to his feet. After he has his arm raised by the referee, Night walks over and reaches out a hand to Nick Allen, helping the streetfighter to his feet and shaking his hand for an excellent match before exiting the ring himself, letting Nick Allen collect himself.

JH: Great show of sportsmanship and it was well deserved, Nick Allen was EXTREMELY impressive tonight and nearly defeated the Dark Knight, but Nightmare was just too much for him with the End of Days and then the Cataclysm. Thank you for joining us on FIW.com, please stay tuned and enjoy Violence Fetish 2007!
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Kryten Shards
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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: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… KEEEENNNNNEEEDDDYYYY!!!!

JH: Well felahs, it's time for some triple threat action.

CL: I wish it were just that.. but I have a feeling that because of the way this match has come together... we're in for a real fight tonight.

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.

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

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

MA: And her opponents... first, from San Diego California... standing six-foot-six and weighing in at three undred and sixteen pounds... this... is... PRIIIIIIIIIIIME!

JH: The FIW Manster is on a mission tonight. See and destroy.

CM: Damn right... tonight Prime guaranteed that he was going to get what's owed!

CL: Seems like the big man's been saying a lot lately because along with that, he's also put Kennedy on notice when he said if you get in my way, you're going to get hurt!

JH: Powerful words from a powerful man!

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

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

MA: And last but not least, he hails from Newcastle England... standing six-foot-one and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... he is the first ever FIW Grand Slam Champion... HUUUUUUTCH!

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

Once in the ring he wanders over to the camera side ropes, leans on it, and winks to the crowd, blowing a mock-kiss to someone unseen, before clambering up onto the turnbuckle, placing one foot on the top rope, and tilting his head back and spreading his arms. There is a loud "BANG" and golden sparks shower down over FIW's Most Valuable Playboy for a few seconds, and as they stop, Hutch hops down into the ring to await the start of the match.
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Sound of the bell and each of the three circle around the ring, neither making any motion to dive in and start the action. Hutch finally positions himself center ring and between Prime and Kennedy before he starts running at the mouth.

CM: What's that Hutch is spouting off about?

CL: It's hard to make out, but it sounds like he's shouting, this is all about me... this is all about Hutch.

As Hutch brags and boats, Kennedy and Prime shrug and oblige FIW's MVP by making it all about Hutch... with some double-team beating! Lefts and lefts and rights and rights fly wildly, hammering Hutch down to his knees. Hutch throws a wild elbow Kennedy's way and catches her unaware enough to fend her off, however, Prime is right there with a Double Axe Handle Smash across Hutchs shoulders and back. Hutch staggers to his feet and walks right into a heavily thrown forearm shot via Kennedy and falls right back do to the mat. Again, Hutch staggers to his feet and clumsily fumbles his way right into a viscious chop from Prime. The chop spins Hutch about and into another chop, this time from Kennedy! Together, Kennedy and Prime literally chop Hutch down to size before Hutch has enough presence of mind to duck a thrown chop and roll right out of the ring.

CL: Yup... that was all about Hutch all right!

JH: Hutch's chest is a bright red and must be absolutly throbbing after absorbing those viscious knife-edge chops from Kennedy and Prime!

CM: Knife-edge from Kennedy maybe... anything thrown by Prime is more of a cleaver than a knife!

Alone in the ring now, Prime and Kennedy lock eyes and the crowd reaches a fever pitch! A little talk back and forth before Prime makes the first move... and slips out of the ring. The crowd boos, perhaps feeling robbed, as Prime grabs ahold of Hutch, who's taking a walk around the ring, and hammers the MVP down with another chop. Being hauled up by his head, Hutch is rolled back into the ring, where Kennedy is waiting. Kennedy coaxes Hutch up by a handful of hair and dices and slices Hutch with her own series of chops. Hutch is chopped right back into a corner where Kennedy takes a hold of his arm and Irish Whips the Grand Slam Man clear across the ring and chest first into the turnbuckles! The crowd awes while Hutch gasps for air. Before the MVP can even clear the cobwebs, Kenedy comes from behind at such high speed that she's able to leap over the ropes and land on the apron while hammering Hutchs face straight down onto the top turnbuckle with a modified Face Buster!

CM: Holy crap!

JH: Little waste in motion from Kennedy who has just perhaps taken Hutch out of this triple threat environment with that incredable face buster!

Hutch staggers from the corner while grasping his jaw. All the while, Kennedy waits on the apron like a coiled spring. Hutch has staggered to the center of the ring and comes about to offer the oppertunity Kennedy had been waiting for... Springboard Hurrincanrana! The sheer velocity of the Hurrincanrana fires Hutch from the ring and top the outside! Kennedy hops to her feet and recieves a roaring ovation from the crowd. FIW's Premier Hellcat can't help but smile a little as the fan-bas chants her name. Before long, however, it's back to business. As Hutch gets to his feet on the outside, Kennedy fries back against the rope and charges, leaping between the ropes and...

CL: OH MY GOD! WHAT A SLAM!

Indeed! As Kennedy was soaring through the air, a huge arm flies from nowhere and swings the First Lady down to the floor with authority! The Impact Player stands over Kennedy with a look of perhaps regret on his face, but the big man shrugs it off and turns his attention to Hutch... but took too much time with Kennedy. Hutch delievers a hard forearm shot straight to the head of Prime sending the big man into a dizzy stagger. Hutch the drops the bottom out when he dropkicks Prime right in his injured knee! The MVP then violently throws Primes head back into the steel stairs, incompacitating the Goliath long enough for Hutch to hoist and roll Kennedy into the ring.

JH: Prime is obvously still feeling some residual effects from that kne injury curtosy of the former reject, Graver-

CM: Watch your mouth, Hitchen! That names' not to be mentioned on this or any other FIW broadcast!

CL: That's right, Hitchen. But of you wanna se-

CM: COVER!

After rolling Kennedy into the ring, Hutch immedietly goes for he presumes will be an easy cover.

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TWO!
THRE-KICKOUT!
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Kennedy throws her hand up into the air much to the shagrin of the MVP. Hutch then takes to the offensive, dragging Kennedy from the mat by her long brown hair and shoves her back into a corner. As Hutch works Kennedy over in the corner, the Evolution of Excellence has since recovered and slips into the ring behind the cornered pair. Hutch bounds up and forces two knees into Kennedys stomach. As Hutch drops back down, he rips Kennedy from the top turnbuckle and fires her overhead with monkey flip... but the most awe inspiring maneuver of this exchange is the sudden HURRINCANRANA Kennedy flips Prime over with!

CL: HURRINCANRANA! HURRINCANRANA!

JH: Ffrom out of nowhere, Kennedy turns disaster into oppertunity as Prime, who no doubt was looking to catch Hutch unaware, is flipped right out of his boots with that AMAZING Hurrincanrana!

Again, the capacity Violence Fetish crowd is chanting Kennedy's name. As she slowly gets to her feet, Kennedy still holds fast to her stomach, and rises in time for Hutch to capitalize on his previous deeds.

JH: Big time running Enzugiri by Hutch!

CL: That's why he calls himself the MVP!

Kennedy drops like a sack of rocks and Hutch, after grinning and bowing to the crowd, looks for another quick cover.

JH: Another cover by Hutch!

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TWO!
THRE-SHOULDER UP!
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Kennedy shoots her arm up at the very last moment. Hutch bounds to his feet and is visably frustrated. He scoops Kennedy from the mat and wraps her head in a half-nelson before delivering some shots straight to her open stomach. Hutch then stares out into the crowd and shouts something inaudible before slashing his thumb across his throat. Hutch then leaps up in the air and...

CL: SLICE OF FRIED GO-NO!

Damn right, no! Us Hutch bounds up into the air, Prime yanks him by the hips straight onto his onw shoulders and blasts the Grand Slam champ down to the mat one helluva grand slam POWERBOMB!

CM: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!... THAT WAS AWESOME!

Kennedy drops back from Hutch as the MVP is brought unmercifully down onto the mat. Prime bounds right back to his feet following the Powerbomb and roars ferociously out at the sold out crowd who roar back. The quick-as-a-hicup transaction, and the fact that she didn;t meet her end copliments of Hutch, has Kennedy stunned while sitting against a corner. Perhaps that's why she doesn't move to break-up Prime cover.

CL: No way is Hutch getting up after that one!

CM: The fat lady's taking her bows, boys!

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TWO!
THRE-ELBOW DROP![/align]

JH: And Kennedy saves this match for someone else!

Kennedy drops the elbow across Primes back. The maneuver not so much fazes the big as it does breaks the pinfall. Prime is right to his feet and chares straight into a side-kick to the gut by Kennedy. Prime doubles over while Kennedy dashes back into the ropes. As she's rebounding, Hutch is slaggering to his feet on spaghetti legs. Perfect positioning for....

CL: BULLDOG ENZUGIRI!

As Hutch got to his feet, Kennedy was already in the air with Prime in a side-headlock and looking to drop his huge head straight down on the mat. At the very last moment, Kennedy swung out and nearly kicked Hutch's head off with an Enzugiri. A maneuver that saw both her rivals taken out in one foul swoop! A thunderous ovation errupts from the crowd as a "THAT WAS AWESOME!" chant is accompanied by rythmic clapping. Prime, the less for wear, is first to his feet. He clumsity staggers about and turns right into another kick to the gut via Kennedy who this time locks Prime into a front facelock and tries a for a DDT... but Prime puts a stop to that when he grabs Kennedy by the hips and pushes her straight up and over with a Back Toss!

JH: Kennedy was most likely looking for a DDT there but Prime says no way with that Back Toss.

CL: Pardon the pun, but right there is a prime example of the big mans sheer strength and power!

CM: Forget that! I'm still vibrating after that Bulldog Enzugiri combo!

Kennedy hits the mat hard after dropping straight down and rolls right to her stomach to avaoid a potential cover. Prime reaches down for Kennedy, but the charging Hutch puts an end to that when he takes both himself and Prime over the top rope with a Clothesline! Out on the floor, Hutch has founds his second wind and throws stiff kicks to whatever moves on Prime, all the while, Hutch curses and screams at the Adonis.

CM: I knew it would only be a matter of time before somebodies emotions boild over, and I'm less surprised that it was Hutch who lost it first. Everyone was talking about what a loose cannon Prime is, but nobody ever paid attention to the way Hutchs mean streak was starting to run together with his emotions. Dangerous combination folks!

JH: And right now. no body understand that more than Prime as he absorbs those stiff kicks from the emotional volcano, Hutch!

Hutch continues to assault Prime until the Big Man reaches out and plows Hutch over with a Double-Leg Take-Down and starts mercilessly pounding the MVP back! Prime then pushes away from Hutch and grabs both the MVP's legs. The Goliath then looks about as if measuring something off, and with a huge burst of power, hauls Hutch up from the floor and swings him around in a momentum buildng circle and then right into the guard rail! The entire area feels Hutchs pain as his head and shoulder collides with the unforgiving ringside steel!

JH: MY GOD! MY GOD THAT WAS A HUMAN BEINGS HEAD CRUSHED UP AGAINST SOLID STEEL RAILING!

CM: And all Prime can do is smile?! This guy's sick!

CL: I love it!

Thousdands upon thousdands of fists pump in the air while the crowd chants Primes name! The Evolution of Excellence basks in the fans adoration and praise a moment before unsuspectingly turning about and catching Kennedy as he vaults over the top rope!

CL: He caught her! Prime caught Kennedy as she was coming down!

JH: Kennedy looked to take Prime down with what we could assume would have been a body press, but this animal of a man... this Manster that is Prime simply plucked the First Lady right out of the air!

But what's a guy to do?! Prime looks conflicted as he holds Kennedy in a very vulnerable state. Does he go for high impact? No! He lobs her back into the ring and turns his attention right back to Hutch! Prime hauls Hutch from the floor and spins him about so that they are standing and facing the same direction. Prime then whips Hutch up and BACKDROPS HUTCH ON THE STEEL GUARD RAIL!

CM: OH... MY... GOD!

JH: HIS SPINE! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, HUTCH'S SPINE WAS JUST BROKEN IN HALF!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Chants the crowd as Prime stands over his victim, a sick and twisted grin stretching across his face. Kennedy looks horrified as she watches from the ring. Hutch screams out in pain as he palms his back. Prime watches with amusment as Hutch fights the pain and crawls in no direction in particular. Prime stalks Hutch from above and waits for the MVP to get to his feet. As soon as Hutch is able, Prime quickly double-underhooks Hutch from behind and locks it in...

CL: FULL NELSON! FULL NELSON!

JH: A submission on the outside wont do Prime any favors, folks but you gotta believe that right not Prime's not exactly thinking about a winning strategy.

CM: Hell no! He's thinking about ripping Hutch's body limb from limb! This is the consiquence for months of sneaky and down right back-stabbing antics from Hutch! Like the big man's been saying all week... he's getting what's owed!

Hutch flails about helplessly in Primes tight Full Nelson. As he kicks and fights, Hutch is able to find footing on the ring apron. With all the strength he can muster, Hutch pushes away from the apron with his legs and hammers Prime back first into the guard rail! That's enough for Hutch to pull an arm out from the submission and fire its elbow back into Primes exposed ribs! Pistin elbow shots wear Prime down and Hutch is finally able to launch a full-blown retaliation complete with closed fists and screaming. But Prime isn't down for the count yet. With a sudden burts of power, Prime rams Hutch into the apron with a shoulder thrust and proceeds to rain down on Hutch with forearm after forearm. Hutch, however, guages Primes eyes and goes back on the offensive with straight punches to the head. The two men batte back and forth out on the floor until...

CL: BODY PRESS! BODY PRESS! BODY PRESS!

JH: Kennedy's seen enough of this school-yard brawl and is remidning these two emotional warriors that she's in this match as well!

With a Vaulting Body Press, Kennedy takes down both her opponents. She's right back to her feet and turs her attention to Hutch. The First Lady rolls the Grand Slam Champion back into the ring and battles him back into a corner. On the outside, Prime is left to shake off his brawl with Hutch. Stiff punches and kicks wear Hutch out back in the ring and soon Kennedy grabs ahol of his wrist and calls out to the crowd that Hutch is going to a ride. Mid whip, however, Hutch spins through the momentum and locks Kennedy up pre-Russian Leg Sweep. He flashes the crowd an ingenious smile and reels forward to take Kennedy back with max impact, but!

CM: SWEET FUCKING CHIRST!

Prime rushes back into the ring, and just as Hutch is about to haul Kennedy back for the Russian Leg Sweep, the Big Man fires out a Big Boot and catches Hutch on the back of the head just as he was reeling backward to deliver the goods! The impact fires Hutch forward and consiquently Kennedy as well and both hit the mat face first! Prime, as many had believed, is far from through with Hutch as he roars out again with PRIMAL FURY~!

CL: This fast paced, in your face action just wont quit!

JH: Form out of nowhere... nowhere Prime came and nearly kicked Hutches head clan off his shoulders!

CM: Hutch who?! I don't think the man can remember his own name any more!

The Impact Player grabs a handful of Hutchs hair and jerks him from the mat. Obviously, Prime isn't quite finished! Hutch is sent invountarily into the corner where Prime sandwiches him between the turnbuckle and his body with a CORNER SPLASH! Hutch is whipped across the ring again, and again another CORNER SPLASH! Hutch falls flat on his face out of the corner as Prime walks away, possibly thinking of more punsihment for Hutch, when Kennedy charges in... and suffers a HUGE CLOTHESLINE VIA PRIME!

CL: KISS THIS-UH!

JH: Ordinarily Prime would look overjoyed after hittin an impact shot like that, but right now he's notting looking too happy at all!

CM: Yea! Where's the bicep kiss? Where's the primal roar?! What the hell's he look so broken up about. Especially after that picture perfect clothesline!

Hesitant and diflated looking at first, Prime eventually reaches down for Kennedy... but stops short?! Prime whips his hand away and can only stare as his downed opponent. More specifically, at her chest!

CM: What the hell is this?! Has Prime gone from a merciless manster to a peeing tom?!

JH: No, Chip... I think Prime's found something... it looks to me like's he's perhaps discovered something!

Indeed he has for on Kennedys chest, let loose by the impact from his clothesline, Prime finds a crucifix on a chain. The very same crucifix that Prime had recieved from Max Midas, his dear and departed mentor! But... what's Kennedy doing with it?! Why's she have it around her neck?! A rush of questions carries Prime a thousand miles from the match, and it's just the oppertunity a reviving Hutch neds to strike! Coming from behind, Hutchdouble-underhooks Prime and attempts his own FULL NELSON SUBMISSION!

CL: Full Nelson?!... FULL NELSON!

JH: MY God, Hutch could be looking to end this incredable match on an ironic note! What better way to strike the final blow in this epic battle than to beat your most hated rival with his own finishing maneuver!

CM: That's all well and good in theory, but Hutch can't seem to get that submission locked in! His arms are too small and Prime's just too damn big!

Try as he might, Hutch can't get Prime locked into the Full Nelson as Chip mentioned. But he doesn't quit. With all he can muster, Hutch forces himself onto Prime and tries with all he can to synch the sumbission in. Prime starts flailing about and soon is carrying Hutch as a load on his back. Before he can moutn anything offensove with Hutch in this precarious position, the MVP squirms back to the mat and pounds a few forearms to Primes kidneys. Prime, however, thrusts his rear end back at Hutch and sends the MVP rolling into the ropes. As all the comotion was going on, Kennedy had revived, discovered the exposed crucifix, and tucked it back into her top. She now stands coiled and ready as as Prime staggers away after freeing himself from Hutch she charges in and nearly BEHEADS Prime with a SHINING WIZARD!

CL: KICK HEARD 'ROUND THE WORLD!

JH: You could hear that impact slap all through out this arena!

CM: But Prime's still on his feet! Holy crap is he a beast!

Still on his feet yes... but staggering about clumsily after the Shining Wizard rocked him. Prime is so spun out from the shot that he staggers right into the ropes where Hutch lay and tumbles over the top rope after Hutch hauls it down. The Impact Player makes an impact on the outside! Admiring his own sneaky handi-work, Hutch pats himself on the back but turns, unaware, into a mid-secton-boot from Kennedy who then takes Hutch down hard with her modified DDT!

CL: MURDER OF ONE! MURDER OF ONE!

JH: That leg sweeping DDT just piked Hutch's head right off the canvas!

CM: And Prime's no where to be found! C'MON PRIME! GET UP!

The capacity crowd is near blowing the roof off of the arena as a tired Kennedy flops all of her weight on the downed Hutch.

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JH: This could do it! This could win Kennedy the match!

[align=center]TWO![/align]

The crowd's counting right along with the referee as he draws out this very anxious near fall!

CM: C'MON RPIME! WHERE ARE YOU!

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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match via pinfall... KENNEDYYYYYYYYY!

JH: This sixthy-thousand-plus capacity crowd is on it's feet and is applauding Kennedy... Kennedy who is walking away with a win in this Hell on Earth flat out war of a triple threat match here at Violence Fetish!

CL: You gotta give it to her... the women's a survivor to say the very least.

JH: Survivor is just the tip of the iceburg when you're talking about the Premier Hellcat, folks! Kennedy... Kennedy is a winner!

CM: AND, she pinned Hutch who has a few pinfalls on our champ, XK! What does that mean?! Is Kennedy gonna get another shot at the DC?! She jusy pinned the man who beat the man!

CL: How about another man...?

Of course Liore's refereing to the massive presence at ringside. Prime has gotten back to his feet and now knows how this match has concluded. Kennedy stands tall in the ring and spies Prime who's glaring at her. He drops his hands to his hps and simply shakes his head before walking away.

CM: That's it... he's walking away?!

JH: Chip, there's more to this than meets the eye... and I have a feeling that the story between Prime and Kennedy & Hutch is far from over.
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CL: This is one match that I have personally been looking forward to.

JH: You just want the action to spill out over here just because it can.

CL: It damn well better.

CM: Well first we have to wait for the competitors.











JH: Where the hell are they?

CL: Let’s see if we can’t get a camera in the back to find out what’s going on.

CM: Whoa…you guys like just switched roles now.

JH: Well the fans want the match and I want the match.

CL: And I’m actually concerned. We could be missing some pretty cool fight scenes.

A camera eventually does make it to the back just in time to catch Jay dodging a small crate being hurled at him from Shaun. After the dodge, Jay runs toward Shaun spearing him down hard against the concrete floor.

CL: It’s interesting to note that this arena was once used for horses and the like before it became an actual arena.

CM: So?

CL: So I’m just wondering if these filthy Mexicans have cleaned it up since then or not.

Shaun pushes himself to his feet as Colbert comes from behind flipping around snapping his neck forward. Shaun, still in his seated position, is flung back smacking his head on the floor as Jay catches Colbert with a shuffle side kick knocking him down hard beside Shaun.

CL: I don’t think they did clean it. You smell that?

JH: I think that’s Chip.

CM: Hey, if you guys can’t appreciate the finer Mexican colognes then screw you. At least I’ve done something while I was here.

CL: Smelling like that the only thing you could do is a mule.

Let’s get back to action as Jay hoists Colbert up to his feet only to catch a few short handed jabs to the ribcage. Jay, however, isn’t one to go down like this as he delivers a couple of knee shots in return and hooks both arms. Jay is ready to heave Colbert up and over but topples when Shaun drives both feet into his knee dropkick style. Colbert lands safely on his feet as Jay drops to a knee. Shaun though is already on his feet as he wraps both arms around the waist of Colbert and lifts him up and sideways for a belly to back suplex. Shaun then twirls around in a ninety degree fashion and pulls himself off of Colbert. Not without slapping the back of his head for measure first.

JH: I can’t believe the arrogance that Shaun is showing.

CM: What are you talking about? That’s like the first egotistical thing he’s done all night, well at least in this match…at least from what we’ve seen. Either way you shouldn’t be complaining just yet.

JH: I’m just upset that someone as gifted as Shaun Wilson has to resort to such meaningless tactics to win a match.

CL: It’s not winning the match, it’s slapping his head!

CM: See? Even Loire agrees that it’s stupid to disagree.

CL: I’m not agreeing you sick donkey smelling freak, I’m just saying that a slap to the head is a slap to the head. That’s it. It’s not good.

CM: So…

CL: My good.

Jay manages to stumble back on his feet not allowing himself to take a moments rest with the possibility of not being a part of the final decision. Although his right knee fights against him, Jay stumbles forward to continue and hopefully end things once and for all with Shaun. His sudden small adrenaline rush is ended though when a man, from behind, clips the back of his knee. That man being none other than Mr. Blond.

JH: Mr. Blond? What is he doing here?

CL: Well for one thing he’s defending those tag straps later tonight.

JH: Yes, but what is he doing here right now?

CM: Technically they’re over there.

JH: “They”?

Yep, they as in them. Really as in Mr. Blond and Daisuke. Although It’s Mr. Blond who’s actually doing all the damage stomping on the back of Jay’s right knee. Daisuke stands off in the background watching the action take place. Shaun, feeling the need to take part in the action as it displays itself, brings the “British” reject to his feet and slams his back against a large stack of wooden palates.

CL: Just like those Mexicans to leave wooden palates lying around.

JH: What are you talking about? They do the same thing back home.

CM: Home, where everybody knows my name…

CL: So I can call you something different here then? How ‘bout Donkey Fart?

CM: Hey! If you’re going to issue me a new name for travel, I ask you pay homage to this fine cologne.

CL: Alright…Wet Donkey Fart.

Shaun climbs up and places his feet inside the forth palate and begins shoving his fist down hard across Colberts forehead. Each fist is driven down harder than the previous one as Mr. Blond sends Jay back first into a table coincidentally set up in the middle of the battle area. Finally Colbert manages to block on of the shots in his palm and readies for a response in shot of his own. But Shaun has nothing of it as he wraps both arms around Colbert’s right and jumps back crashing the reject down face first in an arm breaker. Well, it doesn’t really break his arm it’s just the name of the move really. Things don’t go as bright for his fellow Zaibatsu member as Jay rushes forward jamming his forearm into Mr. Blonds face knocking him down hard onto his back. Jay then turns his attention away from the co tag champion to the Flycore Champion.

JH: Now that Jay is finally through him we might actually come to view the real action promises in this match.

Jay pushes all his momentum forward into a second spear but because of his injured knee it doesn’t take him very far. Instead, Shaun manages to keep himself to a vertical base wrapping his arms around Jay. Once the two have fully stopped, Shaun throws Jay’s left arm over around his head.

CL: SUUUUUPLEXA--

Shaun pulls up on Jay but with a kick of the legs, the underdog is back down on his own feet. Now it’s Jay’s turn as he tries to hoist the Flycore Champ up and over.

CL: SUUUUUUUPLEXA--

But Shaun copies and pastes the same movements that have just taken place. Shaun retakes the drivers seat now with a few short jabs to the chest before hoisting him up.

CL: SUUUUUUUUPLEXA—aw, c’mon!

This time Jay is taken up into the air but not for long as Jay twists himself and puts in a little spin as he lands on his feet in behind Shaun. Jay now delivers a few knee shots to the champs back as he lifts him up for an inverted suplex.

CM: Wow, Shaun Wilson, the African American suplex machine is really being tested in his greatest asset.

It wouldn’t be his greatest asset if he couldn’t counter. Instead of allowing Jay to slam him down, Shun kicks in his own legs and smashes his feet into the back of Jay’s right knee.

JH: Oh! The impact of that shot is truly going to be felt for quite a while.

Jay drops again to his knees this time cringing in more pain as Shaun rises back up to a vertical base. Grabbing hold of his hair, Shaun jerks Jay’s head back and clobbers him with a forearm across the bridge of his nose before pushing him forward letting his face land on the cold floor below.

JH: Now we’re going to see a relentless side in our Flycore Champion.

CM: He wasn’t relentless before?

As Shaun moves away from Jay, Mr. Blond moves in a little dazed from the earlier impact and places a few stomps across the small of Jay’s back as well as a few areas in his upper. Fuzz now seems to have seen enough as he dives in to pull Mr. Blond away. Maybe not to keep him away from the match entirely, but perhaps to keep him out of the fight. That’s when Shaun comes in off the palates diving down crushing Colbert with a corkscrew moonsault. A move that is followed by a pinfall attempt.

One!

Two!

Th—

No! Colbert barely manages to get his shoulder up much to the dismay of the defending champion.

JH: I didn’t know that Colbert had any fight left in him.

CL: Well that’s good because such a match shouldn’t be ending so soon.

Shaun pushes on his bent knee to bring himself up to a vertical base before reaching down and hoisting Colbert up with him. A simple hard Irish whip later and Colbert is out in the arena falling off the four foot stage and on the ground below.

JH: Well, so nice of Colbert to join us out here.

CM: If I had known we’d be getting visitors I’d have baked a cake.

Shaun then reaches down and wraps his arm around the rising Jay’s head before pulling him toward the entrance way.

CM: Wow, a lot of visitors.

Shaun pushes a curtain aside barely managing to knock it from his path. A few quick movements of the arm later, Shaun manages to get through with Jay still somewhat intact. That doesn’t last long as Jay sends a few shots to the kidney area forcing Shaun to release the headlock. Jay continues battling back with a few stiff jabs to the face. Enough are sent and soon Shaun has had enough as he swings around with a heavy right hook which Jay weaves through by ducking underneath it. Because of the momentum driven behind the swing, Shaun soon finds himself turning his back to Jay who wraps his arm around his throat and brings him down for a reverse DDT.

JH: Jay’s fighting back hard and now he’s going after Colbert.

CL: Why doesn’t he continue things with Shaun? Doesn’t he hate him or something?

JH: “Or something”?

CL: Yea, hard time paying attention to these newbies.

JH: He’s been here for almost three months!

CL: Yea…still.

With Colbert now in his grips, Jay smashes him back first against the ring apron and knocks him down hard with a few kicks to the side of the leg followed by a jumping calf kick. Jay scampers back to his feet best he can before flinging the apron up to get at a table.

JH: Wait, why a table?

CM: Perhaps to do commentary like us?

CL: I think your cologne is going to your head.

CM: Well, it is impressive.

CL: Not that kind of “going to your head”.

After setting up the table, Jay stomps down on the prone Colbert before bringing him up to a vertical setting. A hard knife edge chop later and Jay rests Colbert on the table. Jay grabs hold of the middle rope and begins pulling himself up but looking down on Colbert seems to strike a new match of idea in his head. Therefore instead of climbing up, he releases the rope and looks for another toy. A ladder this time which he sets right by the corner turnbuckle closest to the table.

JH: What is Jay doing?

Jay, with that euphoric look in his eye, Lets out a similar looking smile as he scans around the crowd. Jay slaps the chest of Colbert before rolling him off the table and slides him into the ring. There, Jay soon joins him and brings him toward the corner where after a little struggle manages to set him up on the top turnbuckle. Jay releases a few shotgun like shots to his face to keep him in a well dazed situation before leaving the ring.

JH: What is Jay doing?

Jay climbs up a couple of rungs before turning around to get another surge of adrenaline from the crowds roaring reaction. Felt, Jay continues his climb to the second last rung just a little above where Colbert is. Jay sticks his head under Colberts arm and goes to lift him up.

JH: Oh my god! Jay’s…he’s…

CL: Countered!

Colbert tightens the grip and places a few shots to his face before rising to a standing position on the top turnbuckle. Signalling for a bulldog by pointing toward the centre of the ring, Colbert makes the big mistake of signalling by pointing to the centre of the ring. Jay takes this opportunity to lift Colbert off the turnbuckle spinning him around slightly and crashing through the table.

JH: Jesus Chri—Judgement Slam from the top of the ladder through the table!

CM: Wouldn’t it be from the top of the turnbuckle?

CL: Does it fucking matter? Finally, something that’s taken my attention away from your donkey stink.

Jay slowly starts to stir with much obvious aid from the crowds reaction. Now on his feet—

CM: Back Spear out of nowhere!

JH: That’s one of Jay’s signatures!

CL: Good job, man.

Just that as Shaun now pushes himself up to his feet with a nice little cocky smile on his face. He brings Colbert up to his feet and Knocks The Fuck Out of him.

JH: Why did Shaun just do that? Colbert was already taken out of this thing.

CM: And many other things after that move.

Shaun then drags Colbert a little ways away from the rubble of the table and rolls him over before he Seals the Deal.

JH: Mounted full nelson! Will this be the finish?

Jay starts to show a little bit of life but a sudden dropkick to the face sees nothing more happens.

JH: Him again?

Mr. Blond rises up and drops an elbow back down hard on the prone Jay as Shaun rears back with the full nelson. Daisuke is even there stomping on the back of Jay keeping him from rising up to his feet. Soon Colbert has nothing left to do but submit.

JH: It’s over! Colbert has called his submission!

Shaun releases the hold letting Colberts face fall on the floor.

MA: Here is your winner and still Flycore Champion via submission, SHAUUUUUUUUUUUNNN WILLLLLLLSOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shaun snatches away the title from Fuzz’s grips and turns to take an exit with his fellow Zaibatsu members. Jay soon rises up to his feet and follows in pursuit. Seeing this, all three members of the Zaibatsu decide to make an exit stage up.

JH: I can’t belive this! How low have they sunk to keep a title in their hands?

CM: Gotta wonder what they’ll do to keep the tag belts in their camp.

CL: What are you two talking about? When you have a belt you do all you can to keep it. Kitten brings the skills, Crackerjack becomes a monster, Shaun uses help from his Zaibatsu partners and the Zaibatsu use their teamwork.

JH: Teamwork? You call that teamwork?

CL: It was a team effort, right? It was work and they were a team in doing so.

Suddenly, the Zaibatsu halt near the middle of the entrance way as Xtreme Kitten steps out through the curtain dangling a metal chain from his grip.

JH: It’s Xtreme Kitten ready for a little retribution!

CL: He has a match later tonight, what’s he doing here?

JH: So it’s alright for Daisuke and Mr. Blond, who have a match later on as well, to be out here then?

CM: Sure.

Xtreme Kitten slowly takes some steps forward almost stalking the triple champions as Jay slows his pace down to a mean walk as well, taking his time now letting the Zaibatsu live in this moment for as long as he can. Daisuke has other plans though as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small metallic object. Slamming in onto the floor between his feet, he creates a large amount of smoke, which overtakes them. When the smoke finally disperses, all three champions are gone.

JH: Where’d they go?

CL: And why didn’t they take away Chips stink with them?

CM: Fine! I’ll try this one.

Jay looks toward Kitten who looks just as defeated in his hope of getting some payback. Knowing nothing else can come of this, Jay makes his way up the entrance way as Kitten turns around to take his own leave.
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MA: The following contest is the 4 Way Solid Wood Tables Elimination match for the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Championship!!!

Sexy guitars blast attitudinal rock with bassy power while the entire arena is lit up by a rage of multi-colored strobe lights. The Great White Hype bursts through the chain-link gate and throws his hands high above his head much to the displeasure of everyone in attendance, minus maybe a few true backyard marks. While still on stage, Adam starts to jam along with his theme music on his air-guitar, complete with pelvic thrusts and a power stance. Adam then stage dives over the steps and lands in the aisle in another power stance. The Hype rocks out mad air-chords, passing the head of his air-guitar over the crowd as though it were the barrel of a machine gun while rapid-fire pyros spark in the background ala Batista.

MA: Making his way to the ring, standing five-foot-ten and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds... hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... he is the self-proclaimed Vanilla Thrilla... the Man who Can... and a Hardcore Legend in the Making... ADAM THE GREEEEAT WHIIIITE HYYYYYYYYYYPE WIIIIIIILSOOOOOON!

With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the asile, blowing off jeering fans left and right. A quick dash and he slides into the ring and, as soon as he's to his feet, immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. Adam then climbs a turnbuckle so that he may stand atop it and bask further in his "adoration". Satisfied, The Hype bounds backward into the ring and makes his way slowly to his respective corner.

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

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[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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MA: And his opponent, from Denver Colorado, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty Five pounds, the Career Killer… DRAKE LOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEEE!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[align=center] Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen
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Ethan steps slowly out toward the steps and explosions erupt from the ring cascading to the steps as he tears his robe off and throws it into the crowd with a thunderous approval from the crowd. One lucky fan sitting isle side grabs the robe as Ethan makes his decent down the steps and slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring.

[align=center]Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen
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As Ethan approaches the ring several flash bulbs light up his muscular body as ringside fans snap photos. He then turns to the edge of the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron catching himself with the top ropes.

MA: Now entering the ring, the final challenger; from Beverly Hills, California and weighs in at 211 pounds…..’The First Wonder of the World’ Ethan Adams!!!

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

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

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]


MA: Finally, from Detroit, Michigan; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty pounds; he is Your FIW Fighting Spirit Champion… EXTREEEEME NINJA NUMBER TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!

”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.

CM: This guy makes me sick. “Victory of Love,” my ass.

CL: *Facepalms*

JH: Do I detect a hint of jealousy here, gentlemen?

[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
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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.

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

And with the belt safely at ringside, Ninja quickly scribbles a dedication to Jaime on his whiteboard, only to have an irate Drake Love clubber him down. With Drake giving the Champion a piece of his rather fractured mind, it leaves the Great White Hype and the High-Spot Sensation to go have their own fight. This is, lest we forget, an elimination match. After a brief exchange of matwork, which the trained and experienced wrestler gets the better of; Adam Wilson stamps on Adams’ toes and takes him in a headlock in one arm, using the other to tap his head knowingly as he walks around the ring.

JH: And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why showboating should only be attempted by… Well, no-one. A Backdrop Suplex from the former champion, and a nice looking bridge to go with it.

CM: A little bit of a shame that there’s only one way to get the elimination in this match, and it’s not smooth technique.

CL: Are you saying that Hardcore Motherfuckers can’t have smooth technique? You watch, at least one person in this match is going out on a swanky looking move. There’s always room for smooth technique, but only as a substitute for bloodletting.

CM: Again with the blood. Always the blood. You’d think you didn’t have 8 pints of it coursing through your own body…

Still, the bridge that was the cause of this debate forces Adam Wilson to kick out, and relinquish his headlock and roll away to the corner. Ethan Adams is quick to his feet and pushing him to a corner with a view to an Irish Whip. Wilson takes the whip, and runs and slides and escapes the ring for the moment. This is mostly because Drake is bored of grinding EN into paste and wants a new toy to break. In the spirit of the Pantomime, Ethan gets a rousing shout of…

[align=center] Él Está Detrás de Usted!!![/align]

JH: That’s weird, I didn’t think they had Panto in Mexico.

CM: Uh yeah, whatever you say, Bitchen…

Responding to the chant of ‘He’s Behind you!’ [only in Spanish, see?] Ethan Adams jumps back with a Pele Kick right on Drake’s nose; knocking the Career Killer back. Off the ropes he goes, to finish the job his boot started with a running neckbreaker drop! Meanwhile Wilson reappears, to drop the Dari-Air on EN’s back. A peckish Hype then takes a munch on the Ninja’s mask.

JH: Not a good idea to attack the mask in the middle of Mexico City…

If this crowd had rocks, they would be all hurled at the Great White Hype. While attacking the mask isn’t exactly cause for a lynch mob normally, this is the home of Lucha Libre; and EN’s a lovable babyface. An insincere “what have I done?” gesture isn’t enough to placate them; however Ethan Adams going to get a table does, somewhat. It’s not like there aren’t enough at ringside for everyone in the match.

CM: At last, we get the main reason to watch this match in the ring: TABLEZ!!!

JH: You mean the skill of these fine athletes isn’t enough for you?

CL: Did I just hear Martin pronounce a Z?

With Love [and not the one written on Ninja’s board,] down, and the Ninja getting Elbow Dropped into a hell of, well, elbows, Ethan Adams has plenty of time to set up a table in the corner, and get ready to plant Drake through it. The tables aren’t exactly designed for wrestling use, and it’s a little more awkward to get set up than one of those lame sawdust tables, which are just there to be broken; these are Solid Wood, and when Drake Love spears Ethan into his own table, then there’s a little dent, but critically no break.

JH: And the High Spot Sensation survives!

CM: Looks like Drake came off worse from bouncing off that lump of teak.

CL: I wouldn’t go that far, but they both look pretty much gone.

Meanwhile, the Fighting Spirit Champion gives us all a dose of some Fighting Spirit; with a [mute] shout along with a strange mathematical inequality on his board, which basically means “Less than three.” The crowd seem to respond well enough to this, but Chip Martin remains mystified.

CM: What’s less than three? Surely if you’re going to write that, there’s something which has to be less than three.

JH: Perhaps it refers to Jamie Lee? Perhaps it’s a heart?

CM: What rot. Jamie Lee’s heart, smile and rack all belong to me.

CL: *Facepalms*

Careful not to break out the unnecessary weapon shots, [using the board wouldn’t be illegal, but it would be against the spirit of a Tables match,] Ninja checks Adam Wilson’s rush with an elbow to the mid-section, and throws him out of the ring; Wilson saves himself a crash through one of the table set up at ringside by holding the ropes. Ninja off the ropes…

JH: SUNSEEEETTT FLIIIIIPP BOOOOOOOMMMM-

CM: Sweet Zombie Jesus! The Hype hangs on… And he’s got the point! Hah, Loverboy crumples at ringside…

JH: Adams decks him off! Good Sweet Christ! Adam Wilson is down on a table! Here comes Ethan Adams One More Time!!! PRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMEEEE TTIIIIIIIIIII-

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

MA: Adam Wilson has been Eliminated!!!

We go to a quick double-vision replay of the blocked Sunset Flip Powerbomb that would have taken The Hype off the ropes had he not held on and dropped Ninja with the point of his elbow, Got The Point[?!] style, until Ethan Adams elbows him off, and then follows him over with a Tornillo, the Prime Time to end the spirited resistance of Adam Wilson. This is all for the benefit of anyone who can’t follow my commentary, save anyone doubling back and not getting on with the match; speaking of which…

CL: And here comes a large, angry man, shaking the cobwebs to find he has no opponents left in the ring.

Drake Love stands up and looks around, Ninja is slumps against the ring, clutching his head, Adam Wilson is being taken away by roadies, and Ethan Adams has got to his feet with an adrenaline fuelled roar. The crowd approve of all of this, even if the man who puts the love into Primal Love doesn’t. Ethan Adams is taken on a rather rough tour of the Palacio de los Deportes’ guard rails, and ring steps. After disassembling said ringsteps with his body, the HSS desperately throws the top steps into the storming path of Career Killer Drake, stopping him, and giving him the chance to ram his head off the ring steps on his way back into the ring.

CL: There’s no stopping Ethan Adams right now.

CM: Get it right, Conse; it’s ETHAN ADAMZ!!!

JH: Did you just say that with a Z?

CM: Yep. Block Caps and everything.

CL: *Facepalms*

Conse is too busy slapping himself in the face to notice the trickle of blood coming down Drake’s face. The cut came from the ring-post shot, and is only exacerbated by a slingshot heel-drop onto Drake Love’s face! Adams goes to drag Love up by his hair, until he realises that he has no hair, and his hand just slips off his blood-slicked face. ETHAN ADAMS [or ADAMZ, if you will,] is quite annoyed that such an insignificant worm would dare bleed on him. As he flicks off the blood onto Love, he aims a sharp kick to his ribs, cramming in all the disdain he can muster into that one kick.

CM: There’s life in the Old Dog yet!

JH: That’s not fair Chip, he’s only Twenty Six. He’s got experience, but not so much that age is slowing him down.

CM: He’s older than ETHAN ADAMS, and thus, an old dog.

This rather inane conversation is going on over the top of Drake catching Adams’ boot and standing up and slapping the sweat off ETHAN ADAMS’ face, driving his elbow onto his knee, and taking him across his shoulder…

JH: Good Sweet Christ! Drake Trying To Finish The Job He Started Earlier with the DRAAAAGOOOON DRRRRIIIIIIII-

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

JH: VAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

MA: Ethan Adams has been Eliminated!!!

Two men left; only one can take home the FSC, one who seems to be ready for war after dropping Ethan Adams on his head through a table, the other who is only now really recovering from the elbows to the face from earlier. Trying to use the Power of Love [hey, that’s a pretty catchy title for a song,] to rally him, EN gets back into the ring for one last push to keep his title, despite the crack in his mask which slowly oozes blood.

CL: Sweet Merciful Constance! Praise be to Me for this Orgy of Claret! Now, peon, prepare me my Burnt Offering!

CM: Erm, me?

Both men have a slow but steady flow of blood coming down their faces, hence Conse’s excitement. The “Ninja! Ninja!” chants start up as the two just stare each other down for a moment as they close the distance and get up in each other’s faces. The atmospheric staredown in broken in an unhygienic manner: Drake spitting down on the Extreme Official. This disintegrates the chants into a storm of boos.

JH: That was disgusting! Despicable! Dis-

CM: Yeah, Bitchen; it was Drake Love. Were you expecting anything more?

By now, Drake has turned his back on his opponent, electing to leave the ring, in search of Fresh Wood to break with EN. A dropkick from the Ninja sends him outside. On the way out, Ninja scrawls something on his sign, and crosses out to the apron…

JH: DAAAAAAAAAANNNNGEEEEEEERRRRRROOOUUUUU-

CL: Hey! That’s my line!

CM: Holy shit, you old married couple, Ninja tried to SSP a Table!!!

JH: The Table Held!!! Extreme Ninja is Still In This!!!

Just to correct the commentary, Drake threw a table in the way as Ninja went for the DANGEROUS¬!!! As was correctly stated, the solid wood table held, and Drake throws it into the ring, but not before DDTing the Champion onto the floor! Adding more injury [as opposed to insult] to injury, Drake goes for that cut on EN’s face, with his fingers and teeth before hurling him back into the ring. With a handful of mask and hair, Drake rolls the half set up table so it slants towards the corner.

CM: Why not set it up properly!

CL: Your opponent’s love-sick and bleeding, why give him the chance to recover, when all you’ve got to do is send him through a weakened table?

JH: Oh Sweet Child of God… He tried to end Ninja with this at the Time Limit Challenge…

CM: Holy Schnikey! This time, he’s going to do it properly, murderising him with a table to boot…

JH: Oh please… Fight it Ninja… Fight it…



JH: DEAR GOD!!! NINJA WENT BACK FOR A ‘RANA!!!

CM: Blocked! EN’s not out of the shit yet!!!

JH: He’s back up! Raining down the blows like his life depends on it!

CM: It does, Hitchen, It Does!!!

CL: Love’s wobbling, he’s going to send him down, and he doesn’t care if it’s to the ring, the table, the floor or two the bowels of Hell itself!

JH: Ninja! The flip… The RANA!!! DRAKE CRASHING DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

CL: Fully Fucking SICK!!! LOOK AT NINJA’S NECK!!!

[align=center]CRACK!!![/align]

MA: Drake Love has been Eliminated!!! And so, your winner, and STILL FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION… EXTRRRREEEEME NIIINJAAA NUMERRROOOO DOOOSSSS!!!!!

JH: At what cost! Ninja Took a Bad Fall Himself! Neither man went into the ring like they wanted to! They both missed! Both to the Outside! Good Sweet Christ! Get the EMTS!!!

Barely able to see straight, let alone acknowledge the referee’s gift of the FSC belt, EN #2 scribbles a near illegible message on his sign before pulling himself and the gold up. Two of the EMTs check that he’s ok, while the rest tend to Drake. Graciously, one of the two stops behind long enough to kit him out with his belt, so with one arm propping himself up, and the other clutching his sign, he can show off the scribble

[align=center]Love Conquers All![/align]
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JH: What a night it’s been, ladies and gentlemen… And we still have plenty of non-stop FIW action ahead here at Violence Fetish! Coming up next, championship gold will be on the line… as tag team champions the Tanaka Zaibatsu defend their titles against both Hardcore Sex and – representing The Rejects – Phyllis Bathory and Gabriel!

CM: How is this fair?! Why should the Zaibatsu have to take on two teams when both of them are just going to be trying to take down Daisuke and Mr. Blond?! We know the Zaibatsu are probably one of the best tag teams we’ve ever seen, but c’mon! Be fair!

CL: There’s no such thing as getting off easy in this business, Chip. You have to assume that a well-prepared, mentally tough individual like Daisuke Tanaka won’t be going into this without some kind of plan. The question is whether that plan will hold up against the brutality of the Rejects and the teamwork of Hardcore Sex.

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

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

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


Who's with us?!


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

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


Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Six white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in it’s hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them.

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

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects


It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other five and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself.

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


Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the six cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring.

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

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects


Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The smallest moves towards the turnbuckle closest to the hard camera and the two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the two larger ones stand in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena.

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


Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That unveils the one on the turnbuckle as Phyllis Bathory, the two balancing on the second rope as Colbert Tottington and Gabriel. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Crackerjack and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage.

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


Phyllis, Colbert and Gabriel all hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all six of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights.

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


Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them, and their comrades at ringside.[/align]

MA: The following tag team match is for the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World and is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds…. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHYLLIS BAAAAAAAAAAAAATHORRRRRREEEEEEEE…. AND GAAAAAABRIEEEEL… THE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEEECTSSSS!!!

JH: You have to question what this pair is doing here. I mean, the Rejects have performed well in tag team action, but it’s always a different duo! If you’re Hardcore Sex or the Zaibatsu, you have to be a little resentful that Gabriel and Phyllis are getting a shot at gold when they haven’t teamed very much together!

CL: It’s true Phyllis and Gabriel are not the most experienced wrestlers in FIW, much less a veteran team, but it’s part of what makes the Rejects such a huge threat. You never know who you’re going to get in between the ropes and you constantly have to adapt your style accordingly. If you study Hardcore Sex and the Zaibatsu, you can figure out ways to beat them. But you never know what to expect with the Rejects – especially with Onikage on the outside!

CM: I’m a bit disappointed that Onikage didn’t use my idea to have Phyllis turn a bunch of people into vampires to serve him. Then again, White Wolf might have sued our pants of for infringing on their material. It’s like they own vampires or something.

CL: Chip, the only thing that sucks around here right now is you.

At first the arena is filled with the faint sound of chugging guitars. The music grows louder, building up into a faster more powerful rhythm. Lights begin to flash white and red as all attention turns to the entryway.

CL: And them.

[align=center]Just let me ask you,
"Hey, have you heard of my religion?"
It's called the church of hot addiction,
and we believe that God is lust for everything.
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The two members of HARDCORE SEX appear at the entryway, posing for the fans. Steve is his usual sullen, silent self, staring intently at the ring, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming match, fists clenched, jaw tight. Felix, on the other hand, totally hams it up, blowing kisses to the crowd, pumping his arms and flexing his muscles.

[align=center]Because now...
the time has come for your devotion,
and you already got the motion.
What I need to give it, just give it, give it to me

I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…
[/align]

As the duo make their way to the ring, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples.

MA: On their way to the ring… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… Steve “The Emo Kid” Patterson… “Fierce” Felix Arroyo… They are… HARD! CORE! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!!

As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.

[align=center]Tonight
I am the drug you can't deny!
Tonight
G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high!
My light is electric!
[/align]

Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.

[align=center]Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah…
[/align]

JH: It’s the comeback story of the year, FIW faithful… Steve Patterson and Felix Arroyo disappeared off the face of the earth several months ago, but now they’re back and they’ve been kicking arse straight to the top of the tag team division.

CL: More like licking ass, Hitchen! Not to be disrespectful to the promotion, but the tag team division in FIW isn’t the toughest nut to crack! The fact that Hardcore Sex is and always has been a team is the only reason they’ve risen to the point where they can challenge for the belts. As Daisuke Tanaka himself said, they’re simply the lowest common denominator around here. I think this title shot will end in the Zaibatsu retaining and Hardcore Sex coming around to the reality that they simply don’t have what it takes to be anything more than little fish who think they are big because the pond they reside in is so damn small!

CM: On the same subject, I’d like to see a fight between Finding Nemo and Shark Tale to see which was the superior aquatically-themed children’s movie.

JH: And I think you’re the only one, Chip.

Without warning, the lights in the arena go out as Black Feather Orchestra’s “X [X Japan Cover]” begins to play on the sound system. The crowd erupts with heavy booing as they know what is coming next. They certainly aren’t disappointed, for as soon as the lights come back up, Mr. Blond is putting the boots to Felix Arroyo and Phyllis Bathory. Daisuke is leaning against the pillar in his corner, the tag belts hanging off either shoulder. J.J. breaks up the action as soon as he can, sending all three teams to start in their respective corners. He checks for weapons and finds none (although we all know that means nothing, especially as far as the Zaibatsu are concerned) and calls for the bell.

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

JH: And here we go! Will one of the challenging teams usurp the champions or will the Zaibatsu somehow retain the titles, using any means necessary as always?

CL: It’s a forgone conclusion, in my opinion.

CM: Does that mean we still have to call the match then?

JH: Constance may have a guess, Chip, but it’s still anyone’s match!

CM: Monkey balls.

We start things off with Mr. Blond, Gabriel and Steve Patterson facing each other. They start to circle, but this is soon broken up by Steve lunging at Blond, grabbing him by the wrist. Gabriel attempts a punch, but Steve dodges it, twisting Blond’s arm over his head. The quaffed one breaks the hold, whipping Steve into the ropes. Gabriel tries to get his paws on Blond, but finds himself on the receiving end of a hammerlock, Blond pinning his arm against his back. As Steve rebounds off the ropes, he jumps onto Gabriel’s shoulders, backflips and throws Gabriel over and onto his back.

JH: Running Frankensteiner on Gabriel by The Emo Kid! Some nice technical moves by Mr. Blond as well.

As Steve recovers, Blond comes from behind and places him in a waistlock. He begins some form of cradle maneuver, but Steve blocks it. After a few elbows to the side of the head, Blond tires of Steve’s resistance and re-applies the waistlock, trying to get his head under Steve’s shoulder. Steve, however, blocks it again. Gabriel sees the inconclusive grabbling and spots an opportunity for revenge. He starts to approach, directly facing Steve. Suddenly, Steve applies a three-quarter facelock on Blond, jumps on and off Gabriel’s chest and hits a backflip, landing face down on the mat, driving Blond down back-first. The momentum is enough to knock Gabriel down as well, leaving all three men sprawled out on the canvas.

JH: That move looks familiar. I’m sure I’ve seen it in FIW before…

CM: I think a masked Mexican dude used it once upon a time…

CL: I have no idea what you two are talking about.

Soon all three are back on their feet, Gabriel excusing himself to lean against the ropes as Steve and Blond go at it again. They exchange more spinning wristlocks, each trying to outdo the other and it seems like Blondie is doing better, being the more gifted technician. Seemingly realizing this, Steve drops down on his back and pushes Blond away with a falling dropkick that sends Blond staggering. Steve kips-up to his feet, ready for more, but Blond issues a challenge: the classic Greco-Roman knucklelock. Perhaps against his better judgment, Steve accepts and the two start a test of strength, bending one another back and forth. Gabriel decides to involve himself again, taking swings at both men. But each time Gabriel’s thick arm heads in their direction, either Steve or Blond drop to their knees, leaving the big man whiffing air. Frustrated, Gabriel gains some steam and runs off the ropes as Blondie bends Steve all the way back so The Emo Kid’s head is touching the mat. As Gabriel runs forward with a clothesline in mind, Blondie stops him by spraying him in the face with bright yellow mist!

CL: Blond Mist on Gabriel!

JH: Mr. Blond using that mist gland Daisuke Tanaka had implanted in his partner! It looks like that poison has blinded the Reject!

Indeed it has, as Gabriel is both disgusted and sightless, doing his best to wipe the mist off his face. Meanwhile Steve has gotten back into a vertical position. Keeping the knucklelock on, he places his head under Blondie’s shoulder and lifts him up, nailing a rapid suplex that throws Mr. Blond onto the blinded Gabriel.

CM: I thought Phyllis was the one who got used as a weapon in matches.

JH: Steve Patterson improvising some there, although I don’t think the suplexing of Mr. Blond on Gabriel was intentional!

Back on his feet, Mr. Blond reaches his corner and makes the tag to Daisuke. Steve, likewise, brings in Felix. Steve immediately charges the Zaibatsu. Daisuke and Mr. Blond crouch down, grab Steve by the front and stand up, giving him a double back body drop so he falls behind them. Felix charges right behind, hoping to catch the Zaibatsu off-guard, but they are ready and waiting, blasting Felix in the face with stereo mist! Felix recoils, covered in black and yellow goo!

JH: Stereo mist attacks by the Zaibatsu! I guess Mr. Blond had a little left in his gland for the Fierce One!

CM: You’d think Felix Arroyo would be experienced enough with glands to know when he was about to get sprayed in the face.

CL: Gross, Chip. And consider who’s saying that!

Mr. Blond comes up behind Felix, taking out his legs with a couple of low kicks to the back of the knees. Daisuke runs forward, teasing some martial arts kick, but stops on a dime and simply kicks Felix in the butt. He smirks as Mr. Blond nods approvingly, the audience showing their dislike of these heels with loud chants of “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”

JH: The FIW fans letting the Zaibatsu know exactly what they think of them…

CM: Why aren’t they chanting in Mexican talk?

CL: Because, Chip, unlike we Americans, many Mexicans are bi-lingual.

CM: Hey, what they do behind closed doors is none of my business.

Gabriel once more wants to get into the action, this time pursuing The Crow himself. Daisuke springs into action, cutting Gabriel down with a series of stiff kicks to the mid-section until the large man is down on one knee. Felix, recovered from the mist, makes a running lariat attempt in the style of Stan Hansen, but Daisuke nabs the outstretched arm, hooks it pulls on it as he falls to the ground, taking Felix down belly-first. Felix escapes the Fujiwara armbar, however, and whips Daisuke across the ring. Daisuke, instead of hitting the ropes, jumps onto Gabriel’s knee and kicks him in the head with the other foot!

JH: Incredible!

CL: Shining Wizard on Gabriel!

CM: I think you mean the Flickering Sorcerer.

CL: No, I’m positive I don’t.

CM: Not the Twinkling Magician? The Glimmering Necromancer?

CL: Hey, look over there! A Space Tornado!

CM: What?! Where?!

Gabriel crawls toward his corner as Felix, back on his feet, initiates a rear grapple on Daisuke. The Crow has none of it, however, flipping forward and onto his back, placing his legs around Felix’s right leg on the way down. He uses his momentum to drop Felix forward down to the mat. Daisuke promptly starts to twist the leg, hyperextending the hardcore homosexual’s right knee.

JH: Cross kneelock by Tanaka on Felix! It seems like the Zaibatsu are winning this one so far.

Steve, who has returned to his corner by now, runs in, moving to break the hold. Mr. Blond enters and cuts him off and reverse an arm drag with a throw of his own, sending Steve out of the ring unceremoniously. Meanwhile, Gabriel has tagged out to Phyllis, who quickly climbs up the turnbuckle in the Rejects’ corner, preparing for an aerial attack. He attempts a diving elbowdrop, but Daisuke sees him in time and rolls over, taking Felix with him. As Phyllis bounces off the mat like a rubber ball, Daisuke puts his knees into Felix’s back, hooking his head with one arm and the legs with the other. Felix is essentially suspended on Daisuke’s knees, facing upwards, his back bent as The Crow pulls down on his arms and chin.

CL: Nice bow-and-arrow hold by Tanaka, and you have to think that the futility of winning the belts is starting to set in for Hardcore Sex.

JH: Perhaps, but it’s interesting to note that the Rejects haven’t seemed to found a payoff with anything they’ve done so far. More importantly, Onikage doesn’t seem too interested in giving them the guidance they usually rely on to win!

Indeed. Gabriel and Phyllis both send curious glances to their leader, but the Savior of Sorrow just stares back at them with an indifferent expression. Phyllis, unsure of what to do, goes for a jumping knee drop, but once again Daisuke rolls away from it, mounting Felix’s back. He applies a mounted rear chinlock as Phyllis clutches his leg in pain. After torturing Felix for awhile, Daisuke drops the hold and simply walks around the ring before dropping to one knee, extending his arms and spitting a single stream of black mist into the air.

CL: NINJA LUV~!

Felix is on hands and knees now, probably a familiar position for him. Daisuke knocks him back down with a sledgehammer to the back. Picking him up by the hair, Daisuke whips him into the ropes and applies a front facelock when he returns. Draping Felix’s near arm over his shoulder, Daisuke lifts him up into a vertical position, only to throw him back to the mat. Daisuke kneels on Felux’s back, grabs Felix’s arms and lifts them over his thighs, similar to a camel clutch. Daisuke takes ahold of Felix’s head, pushes it down and forward between his legs, leaning himself forward onto his stomach, flipping Felix over onto his shoulders. With his shoulders against the mat, J.J. starts to count the pinfall.

[align=center]1!

2!

KICK-OUT![/align]


JH: Felix barely escaped the double leg nelson clutch there.

CL: Why don’t you give credit to the innovator of that hold, Hitchen? It’s the Gedo Clutch!

CM: Gesundheit.

Felix, having gotten his second wind, gets to his feet, spits on his palms, rubs them together and delivers a wicked chop to Daisuke’s chest, consequently getting the “WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!” from the crowd. Daisuke fires back with palm strikes, but Felix shoots a second chop right on his opponent. More palm strikes, and there is a pause as Daisuke aims for a knuckle arrow. Felix dodges it, however, slips behind The Crow and hooks both his arms. Felix lifts Daisuke up and falls backwards, arching his back and legs, slamming Daisuke down to the mat shoulder first.

JH: Felix with a Tiger Suplex on Daisuke! Satoru Sayama would be proud!

CL: Blasphemy. Mitsuharu Misawa perhaps, maybe Koji Kanemoto. But don’t mention the original’s name!

CM: Um…. Yeah! Those guys! What you guys are saying!

CL: Shut up, Chip. You couldn’t tell Super Delfin from The Great Sasuke.

CM: Gesundheit again!

Phyllis, who has been biding his time and recuperating from his botched dive, runs at Felix, who is holding his head in pain. Felix comes to right on time, grabbing Phyllis around the waist, turning in an arc and tossing Phyllis forward on his back in one fluid motion. He follows up the spinebuster with a jumping knee to the forehead. Fortunately for Daisuke, all of this is enough of a distraction for him to get behind Felix, summon the fighting spirit of Yuji Nagata and land a very painful-looking backdrop.

JH: Nasty belly-to-back suplex by Daisuke! And he’s bridging for the pin!

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JH: Felix JUST BARELY avoids the three count!

Felix gets raised by his hair to his feet. Daisuke bounds off the ropes and dives over Felix, catching him from behind and landing back-first behind The Fierce One. From there, Daisuke rolls forward into a sitting position, trying to pull Felix over backwards and down to the mat. Felix stays on his feet, however, and scrapes either side of Daisuke’s face with the bottom of his boots. He turns around and picks Daisuke up in a belly-to-belly position, with Daisuke upside down and vertical. As soon as this happens, though, Daisuke puts all his weight into his lower half, so Felix falls backward and Daisuke is now standing with Felix being held in the 69 position. He teases a Tombstone, but Felix reverses it back to the way it was with him in control. He thrusts his crotch into Daisuke’s face, then falls to his knees and drives Daisuke’s crown against the mat!

CL: IT’S RAINING MEN! And I’ll never forgive them for making me say that.

CM: You know you like it!

JH: Both men laid out! They’ve been through a lot! Wait… What’s this?

Felix is the one to come to his senses first, creeping toward his corner. Daisuke, similarly, is inching toward Mr. Blond. Phyllis, however, seems to be biding his time, plaintively looking for advice from Onikage, but getting none. Felix and Daisuke make the hot tags simultaneously and they go right at it. It’s a fistfight festival as they exchange jabs, hooks, uppercuts and slaps. Mr. Blond repeatedly tries to break up the brawling with some technical holds, but Steve refuses to take part in any of it, feeling more comfortable just beating on Blondie with a flurry of strikes. Eventually, though, he grows tired of the unstop beatdown and tries to whip Mr. Blond into the ropes. But if you know anything about Mr. Blond… HE DOES NOT DO IRISH WHIPS! Steve gets sent into the ropes instead, comes back and attempts a Frankensteiner. As he tries to backflip, though, Mr. Blond stops him. He runs forward with Steve still on his shoulders, drops down to a sitting position and lays him out with a running Liger bomb!

JH: Running sit-out powerbomb from Mr. Blond! You don’t see him doing that very often!

CL: One of the traits of a great wrestler is being able to improvise! Steve Patterson is someone who either uses his fists or takes to the air, so you can’t rely on technical European-style mat-wrestling with him as an opponent!

Mr. Blond doesn’t put his legs over the arms for the pin, but instead gets Steve up on his feet. He takes each of Steve’s arms, crosses them across his chest in a straight jacket hold, and then uses the arms as leverage to lift Steve up and fall backwards, throwing Steve overhead in a German-style suplex. He maintains the hold for the pin.

JH: Straight-jacket suplex by Mr. Blond! Looks like he’s been taking some lessons from the boss! J.J. makes the count and this could be over right here!

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CL: Bathory keeping his eyes on the action, knowing when to make his move.

JH: True, but he may soon regret it!

Mr. Blond doesn’t look the least bit happy about this turn of events. He totally ignores Steve as he straight away locks up with Phyllis. He rakes the eyes, fish hooks the mouth and ends with a chomp on Phyllis’ forehead. The unfortunate vampire gets thrown into the ropes, but he has enough presence of mind to springboard up and over – but not realizing that he is landing on the apron right next to Daisuke. Grabbing hold of Phyllis’ right arm, Daisuke bounds on to the second rope, jumps and wraps his legs around Phyllis’ head. He falls over the ropes and into the ring, hanging upside down as one leg encircles Phyllis’ neck and shoulder and the other leg crosses the ankle of the other, locking the second leg at the knee. The ropes are essentially holding Phyllis up in a standing position as Daisuke pulls on his shoulder in a triangle choke!

CL: BY THE RING OF THE QUEEN OF SHEBA! Now that is FUCKING SICK! You can practically hear Phyllis’ shoulder being dislocated!

JH: If that doesn’t lead to joint dislocation, I’ll be very surprised! Wait… What is Mr. Blond doing?!

Taking a running sprint, Mr. Blond runs across the ring and jumps up, hitting a high-speed dropkick that connects with Phyllis’ face! Daisuke hangs on to the arm, but the force of the kick sends Phyllis flying off the apron and to the floor! There is a loud POP at the exact moment Blondie’s kick sends Phyllis backwards as Daisuke is pulling his shoulder and arm forward. Phyllis lies in an unconscious state on the outside. Onikage, nearby, looks down at Phyllis before simply turning around and walking in the opposite direction. Equally compassionate, the FIW fans start up a loud chant.

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JH: My God… We need some paramedics out here, NOW!!!

J.J. seems very, very, very disturbed by what he just witnessed, but his attention is soon back in the ring as Steve lets loose a powerful haymaker across Mr. Blond’s jaw. His lip busted open, Mr. Blond dribbles some blood on to the canvas before spearing Steve around the waist and pushing him all the way across the mat and into the empty corner. Bent over, he starts to ram his shoulder into Steve’s stomach. Almost slouched down, Steve holds on to the ropes to prevent sitting down. Instead he lodges a knee into Mr. Blond’s mouth and applies a facelock, pushing himself up so he is sitting on the top of the turnbuckle.

JH: It looks like Steve is going for a Tornado DDT… Wait, here comes Gabriel!

Gabriel is inside the ring, apparently motivated to do the damage his partner can no longer do. He grabs Mr. Blond and throws him aside, climbing onto the ropes and apparently looking for a superplex. Steve fights back, however, doing some double axe-handles to Gabriel’s back. With Gabriel standing on the second rope, Steve gingerly moves so he is standing on the top turnbuckle in a precarious perch. He wraps his legs around Gabriel’s neck, locks them… and then apparently slips, falling backward in a graceless backflip that pulls Gabriel out of the ring, over the ropes and all the way to the barrier so that he lands torso-first against the railing! Steve, for his part, does a twist and smacks his face against the apron on the way down!

[align=center] “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” [/align]

CL: FULLY FUCKING SICK~! A TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA TO THE OUTSIDE! I THINK GABRIEL JUST CRACKED HIS RIBS AGAINST THE BARRIER!

CM: Say it, don’t spray it, butthole!

JH: Gabriel! Gabriel is slumped over in agony! We need some bloody medics out here! Now! Now! Steve Patterson might have broken his jaw! We need to stop this match!

J.J., thoroughly in panic mode, decides to start counting Phyllis and Steve out, as they are the legal men. He runs to the edge of the ring and starts counting. Meanwhile, Mr. Blond and Daisuke are conversing together in their corner. Felix, standing on the apron, is looking at Steve with a concerned look on his face.

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Mr. Blond and Daisuke have seemingly come up with some sort of plan. Casually walking over to the Hardcore Sex end of the ring, Blondie makes sure Felix’s attention is fully on his hapless partner. Convinced, he pulls a small blade out of his right shin guard. He slaps a rear choke on Felix and runs the blade across the Fierce One’s skull. Blood begins to trickle down Felix’s face, a scream caught in his throat. J.J. is totally oblivious, as he keeps counting Phyllis and Steve out.

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Mr. Blond reaches through the ropes and pulls the bloody gay wrestler into the ring. He mounts him on his chest and, one eye on J.J., carves Felix up some more, making his face look like a red interstate road map.

JH: Do they have no conscience?! Mr. Blond is slicing up the defenseless Felix! Apparently the Zaibatsu are content to let J.J. count out the competition, allowing them to retain!

CL: Who cares about the belts?! The careers of Phyllis Bathory, Gabriel and Steve Patterson may be over! We could have watched their very last match!

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JH: Wait… What is Onikage doing?!

CM: Maybe he knows first aid!

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Onikage, standing over Phyllis, takes him by the waist and picks him up. The vampire is a limp sack of potatoes in Onikage’s hands. The Rejects leader drags his follower to the ring, rolls him on the apron and into the ring.

JH: WHAT IS HE DOING?! DOES HE ACTUALLY THINK PHYLLIS CAN STILL FIGHT?!

CL: This is bizarre! Both Phyllis and Gabriel are seriously injured! Why is he keeping this match going?

JH: It doesn’t take a genius to realize YOU DON’T MOVE PEOPLE WITH SERIOUS INJURIES! Prestige or no prestige, he’s showing callous disregard for the well-being of Phyllis and Gabriel!

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Mr. Blond has stopped his lethal mischief long enough to pick Felix up. He shoves him into the Zaibatsu corner, where Daisuke is waiting. The camera zooms in to reveal that Daisuke has a handful of what looks like long, thin needles. As Mr. Blond holds the groggy Felix against the turnbuckle, Daisuke starts to insert needles at certain points in Felix’s body. Meanwhile, Onikage has picked up Gabriel and rolled him onto the apron as well. It doesn’t seem to have done much, as neither Rejects member is doing much in the way of moving and Steve is still lingering on the outside.

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Felix’s body looks stiff as a board now, as the needles have apparently frozen up many of his joints. Taken advantage of this, both Daisuke and Mr. Blond are wailing on him in their corner. Felix’s entire face is soaked in blood and it doesn’t seem like anybody’s home to realize what a bad spot he is in.

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Much to the shock of everyone watching, Steve Patterson has gotten to his feet. The camera focuses on him and what we see is not a pretty sight. He’s sporting a crimson mask and if he hasn’t achieved a full Muta on the Muta scale, he’s damn close. He and Onikage have an awkward moment as they make eye-contact briefly on the outside.

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Steve hears the count-out count and realizes what’s going on. He immediately slips into the ring, stopping the count (much to the relief of the fans) and heads right to the Zaibatsu corner, coming to the rescue of his partner. He throws Mr. Blond out of the ring and plants the bottom of his elbow into Daisuke’s chin. As both Zaibatsu members land on the outside and regroup, Steve starts to pull the needles out of Felix’s body. He stands back, and Felix drops like a ton of bricks to the mat, his head bouncing. Steve gets on top of him and slaps his face, trying to get him awake.

JH: Steve Patterson somehow survived that botched super rana, but his partner got an even worse treatment alone with Daisuke and Mr. Blond! Despite his impressive tenacity, I don’t think Hardcore Sex will be able to pull out the victory!

CL: Of course not! Daisuke and Mr. Blond played it smart. They avoided taking too much damage and when the referee was wrapped up in something else, they used the chance to weaken the only opponent who wasn’t broken and bloody. Now they just need to get back in there and finish Steve Patterson off.

CM: Hey, the kid loves disappointment, so it’s win-win!

Before J.J. can start counting the Zaibatsu out, both Daisuke and Mr. Blond enter the ring. Mr. Blond whips Steve into the ropes, but as Steve comes back, he jumps on to Mr. Blond’s shoulders and his a spinning headscissors, which he turns into an armbar takedown!

JH: WEIGHT OF THE WORLD! WEIGHT OF THE WORLD! STEVE PATTERSON PULLS OUT ONE OF HIS SIGNATURES OUT OF LEFT FIELD!

Daisuke stops the comeback with a stiff kick to Steve’s head. His head turning over his shoulder, Steve falls on his back, seeing birdies. Daisuke leans over and slips his arms under Steve’s arms, picking him up in a butterfly hold. He then raises his knees, one after the other, bringing them into Steve’s head and chest. He releases the hold, steps back and swings his right leg around in a semicircular motion, striking Steve in the face with the front of his foot!

CL: LIGHTNING HIGH KICK~!

JH: DAISUKE HIT HIS FINISHER! But he’s not the legal man! He needs Blond to cover!

Mr. Blond does manage to crawl over, plopping himself down on top of Steve’s chest. J.J. falls down to the count.

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JH: MY GOD! J.J. JUST NOTICED IN TIME! STEVE PATTERSON WAS CLOSE ENOUGH TO THE ROPES TO PUT HIS FOOT UP!

Daisuke is none too pleased, neither with J.J. nor with Steve. Standing behind the ropes, he signals for Mr. Blond to finish him off. Mr. Blond nods, moving Steve so he is sitting up. On his knees, Mr. Blond snakes his right arm across Steve’s throat and grasps his left shoulder. His left hand is put against the base of Steve’s head in a closed fist. In addition to the traditional sleeper, the balled fist is driven into Steve’s windpipe. Steve’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he begins gasping for air.

JH: CHOKE SLEEPER! CHOKE SLEEPER! AND HE’S PULLED AWAY FROM THE ROPES! THIS MIGHT BE IT!

Indeed it might be. It isn’t long before Steve becomes motionless, his eyes falling shut and his jaw slack. Mr. Blond tightens the hold, and it’s becoming increasingly clear that Steve may have passed well into unconsciousness. J.J. comes over and raises Steve’s arm. It hangs in the air and falls to his side.

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JH: Well, it was a valiant effort, but I think Hardcore Sex will just fall short of realizing their dreams of becoming tag team champions!

J.J. lifts the hand of Steve Patterson once again. The arm stays erect for a second, but soon goes noodle-like and falls to the mat.

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Daisuke is clapping Mr. Blond on, even though the fans are letting out a torrent of boos. J.J. is about to raise the hand once more, but before he can, the stranglehold is broken! Felix Arroyo has not only regained consciousness but movement of his limbs! Daisuke, Mr. Blond and a number of the fans are incredulous as they watch Felix and Steve sitting in a bloody mess together in the middle of the ring.

JH: INCONCEIVABLE! HARDCORE SEX REFUSES TO GO OUT!

CL: And I’m starting to think the fans are even warming up a little to the crybaby and the queer! I don’t know if it’s their will to fight or the fact the Zaibatsu are so hated, but a gay guy and someone who wears mascara are getting cheers in Mexico City!

CM: Well, they love that one guy with mascara… Mil Mascaras?

CL: I hate you.

Felix gets up to his feet, but as soon as he does so, Daisuke and Mr. Blond are ready for him. As Mr. Blond strikes Felix across the upper chest with a lariat, Daisuke hits a Shining Kenka Kick – a single-leg dropkick – on his bottom half. Steve manages to find enough energy to grab Mr. Blond’s legs out from under him, sending him face-first into the canvas. He mounts Mr. Blond’s backside and unleashes a series of punches to the back of Blondie’s head. Seeing this, Daisuke slaps a full nelson hold on Steve from behind and lifts him up, arching backward and hitting a release Dragon suplex on The Emo Kid!

JH: UNBELIEVABLE! THESE TEAMS ARE STILL GOING AT IT! AND J.J. HAS TOTALLY LOST CONTROL OF THIS MATCH!

Daisuke lifts Steve up and sends him into the ropes. When he comes back, The Crow jumps and hits a Harley Race-style high knee to the side of Steve’s head. This is followed by a back elbow by Mr. Blond. Before he can think about going for a pin, however, Felix grabs Mr. Blond’s right arm, pulls it back between his legs and held, while his left arm is hooked by Felix into a quarter-nelson. He massages Mr. Blond’s crotch before he is lifted up high over Felix’s head and sent backwards! As soon as this happens, however, Daisuke jumps with one leg and kicks with the other, moving the kicking leg down and the jumping leg up into a kick that smacks the yellow right off Felix’s teeth! Daisuke lands with the first leg but soon falls over, dizzy from the spinning.

JH: BUTTERFLY KICK BY DAISUKE! PROSTATE EXAM BY FELIX! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

J.J. is befuddled as to what to do, so he starts to count both teams for the KO. He doesn’t get very far, though, as Mr. Blond is the first to show signs of life. He covers Steve and J.J. falls to his knees.

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STEVE KICKS OUT![/align]


The fans erupt with cheers and clapping as the match is not yet over. Mr. Blond rolls on his side, and then keeps rolling until he is out of the ring. In the meantime, Steve and Felix both get to their feet, look at each other and then pick up Daisuke together. Grabbing him by the waist, they put their heads under each of Daisuke’s arms and lift him up in a double brainbuster. They then fall, driving Daisuke’s head into the mat!

CL: JUST EAT IT~!

JH: Some more offense from Hardcore Sex! But look at Mr. Blond!

Mr. Blond has retrieved a chair from underneath the ring. He sneaks back into the ring while Steve covers Daisuke, Felix watches and J.J. counts.

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JH: The Crow showing he’s not about to give in either! But it looks like Mr. Blond is about to hit someone with that chair!

CL: I guess if you can’t beat ‘em, might as well get disqualified and keep the belts!

Steve and Felix are totally clueless about Mr. Blond’s intentions, but are soon warned by an unlikely individual. Onikage, from ringside, waves to get their attention and points behind them. They turn around at the same time, spot Mr. Blond with the chair and whip into action. Steve grabs the chair and throws it away, out of the ring, as Felix picks him up across his shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker rack. He traps Mr. Blond’s legs and arms as he falls sideways, driving Mr. Blond’s head into the mat!

JH: FIERCE BOMB! FIERCE BOMB!

Right afterward, Steve takes Daisuke, puts him into a crucifix lift as if going for a crucifix powerbomb, but turns it into a Sean Waltman-style sit-out facebuster!

JH: BROKEN HEART! BROKEN HEART!

Hardcore Sex take one more look at one another before knowing what to do. Felix walks over to the face-down Mr. Blond and slips his arms around his waist. Steve ascends the nearest turnbuckle and stands atop it, wiping the blood from his eyes. As Felix nails a dead-lift German suplex on Mr. Blond, Steve hits a missile dropkick that connects with Blondie’s exposed torso!

JH: HAPPY ENDING! HAPPY ENDING! COULD THIS BE IT?!

Steve hooks a leg and covers as J.J. slaps the mat.

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

JH: THEY WON!!! THEY WON!!! HARDCORE SEX ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!

CL: IMPOSSIBLE!

CM: Maybe not impossible, but definitely very improbable!

Worn out, weak and bloodied, Steve and Felix get to their feet, realizing what they have just done. They then hug in the center of the ring, slapping each other on the back. Felix takes Steve by the wrist and they lift their arms as they pose for the crowd. They get applause and even some cheers, if only out of respect and nothing more.

JH: Love them or hate them, Hardcore Sex have won tonight! And these Mexico City fans are letting them know how much they appreciate the championship-worthy fight they put up!

CL: Looks like they may have another fight ahead…

J.J. takes the tag team championship belts from ringside and brings them into the ring. Before he can present them to their new owners, however, Onikage slides in the ring, stands up and snatches the belts away. He holds them in each hand as Steve and Felix stare at him, ready to pounce, badly beaten as they are.

JH: What is he doing?! The Rejects were taken out of this match, so is he just going to steal those belts?! I’m not a fan of Steve and Felix, but they deserve those titles, damn it! They earned them with their own blood and sweat!

As the tension builds to a fever pitch, however, all three men beam with smiles. Steve hugs Onikage first, followed by Felix. Onikage then gives them each a belt, then raises one of their hands, standing between them!

JH: No… NO! IT CAN’T BE! HARDCORE SEX HAS JOINED THE REJECTS?!

CL: Like you said, Hitchen, whatever you think of them, they are the champions now! And it looks like Onikage just brought some more gold into The Rejects faction!

The fans, who were once warming to Hardcore Sex, now turn on them, booing them heavily. Cans, empty boxes and all kinds of trash and debris starts to fly into the ring, almost hitting the paramedics who are tending to Phyllis and Gabriel and waiting to look at Hardcore Sex. Daisuke and Mr. Blond, by this point, have already retreated to the backstage area. Steve and Felix celebrate some more with their trophies, egging on the crowd. Finally, they leave with Onikage and the other Rejects, headed for the back as well.

JH: A fine performance ruined by a shocking decision to throw themselves in with the most deplorable, detested group in FIW! We have new champions… and new Rejects!

CL: I can’t say I know what to think about this… or that I know what Onikage is thinking! But only time will tell how this will affect the tag team division… and all of FIW, for that matter!

CM: Well, guys, all I can say is… DEAL WITH IT! Because we have lots of matches left tonight!

Backstage walking down a hall way by himself is none other then FIW's Morning Star. Onikage looks about as jovial as usual as he stares at taco in his hand.

Onikage: I love taaacoooos!

Onikage takes a bite of the taco as he opens the door to the Rejects locker room. Despite his attempt at shutting the door as he enters the door does not latch shut. Standing with a foot in the door and back to the camera is the white hooded figure from previous weeks. The person in the hoodie gentle pushes the door open, creeeeeek, the sound catches the attention of Onikage who turns around mid bite of his food, he looks almost but not quite surprised, he finishes his bite and chews slowly and swallows.

Onikage: I was wondering when you'd show up.

The figure slaps the taco out of Onikage's hand, the sin of Sloth shakes his head.

Onikage: Was that really necessary?

Suddenly the door closes. BANG! Something or one hits the door. CRACK! Quickly followed by THUD! There is a moment and the door opens, the hooded figure backs out of the room keeping his face away from the camera as he exits the scene.
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MA: The following will be a One Fall Match for the Undisputed International Championship. Introducing the first challenger, weighing two hundred forty eight pounds from Kansas City, he is Grant Rice!

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


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

MA: Introducing next, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds from Cheltenham, England, he is Liam Mortell!

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HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER!
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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: Next up from Leamington Spa, England at two hundred and sixty eight pounds.

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

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

MA: And finally the champion, coming in at three hundred and nineteen pounds, he is Crackerjack!

The first second of the song, all lights go out save a white flashing strobelight that comes on with each heavy bass beat. This happens for about ten seconds until the solo distorted guitar kicks in for the arrival of the monster that is Crackerjack. Right behind him is the familiar figure of face paint and a crimson trench coat, the advisor to the masked monster, Onikage. Jack's sheer size seems larger through semi darkness as his appearance even more frightening through the flashing strobelights. He stands there for a moment before moving down through calypso given steel drum beats. Crackerjack slowly makes his way down to the ring making sure each step counts while looking around through different sections of the crowd one booing fan at a time. The entire time the Messiah of the Mind whispers things to Crackerjack from behind him as he follows down to the ringside area. The white strobelights slowly becoming a mixture of navy blue and a normal blue. Soon, the monster is ready to enter the ring. Instead of actually going in though, Crackerjack stands there and overlooks the ring from between the top and middle rope. In a quick instant, Crackerjack seizes the top rope and uses it to keep balance as he pulls his entire form up in one step to the apron. Still outside the ring, Crackerjack walks along the apron for a few steps before turning around and entering the ring over the top rope where the purple light that overshadows the ring awaits him. Now inside, the huge monstrosity of evil takes his time walking around the ring in a slow, yet methodical circle. Onikage circles the ringside area the entire time, eyeing FIW staff and fans with those soulless white eyes and a smile on his painted features. Crackerjack continues to walk around as the normal houselights slowly overtake the purple cover.

JH: Well here we go, what a match this should be.

CM: As much as I hate to admit it, it has been a pretty interesting night so far.

CL: I just want to see somebody bleed.

CM: That should be a pretty easy request to fill.

The three challengers have their eyes glued to Crackerjack as he removes the UIC and hands it over to the ref Mark Jackson. Referee Jackson stands in the center of the ring with all four men looking on from their corners and every eye in and out of the ring is transfixed by the championship belt being held high into the sky in the middle of the ring. As the title is handed off to a stage hand the opening bell rings to set in motion a flurry of events. Elrick rushes over from the upper left corner clearly with the single goal of going after Crackerjack. However Liam has other ideas as he intersects Elrick with a sideways slide that turns into a Drop Toe Hold. Liam then pounces on top of Elrick positioning himself for a flurry of Mounted Forearms. Crackerjack doesn’t seem pleased that somebody would prevent Elrick and himself from meeting. With a fistful of Liam’s hair, Crackerjack pulls Liam up to his feet and off of Elrick. That is until the Running Chop Block for Grant Rice forces Crackerjack to buckle. This lowers Crackerjack just enough to put him into place for Liam to drop back planting him with a DDT. When Liam gets back up to his feet however, Grant Rice lifts him up for a Back Suplex. While Liam is still being held in the air, Elrick hooks Grant Rice and tears him back with a Russian Leg Sweep, this also forces the completion of the Back Suplex.

JH: What an interesting combination of moves right there.

CM: Unbridled chaos. I love it.

CL: I love flowers. Is that the same?

With Grant and Liam down, Elrick is free to now attack the person he really wants; Crackerjack. Elrick rushes at his rival with a full head of steam like a crazed locomotive. Crackerjack lifts his leg up looking to plant the sole of his boot into the jaw of the oncoming Elrick in a not so delicate fashion. Instead, Elrick slides underneath the foot in a less than graceful fashion yet it is still effective in avoiding the shot. Hooking the legs of Crackerjack from behind, Elrick is able to yank back forcing Crackerjack to fall face down like a felled tree. Elrick springs forward to lock on a Camel Clutch on the big man tearing back as hard he can underneath the jawbone of Crackerjack. Crackerjack seems to be tearing to use brute force to rip away the hands of Elrick but Elrick has his grip on tight. However when Grant’s foot snaps into the side of Elrick’s head, the Career Killer’s body slumps off from the UZI Kick. Grant resumes Elrick’s work on the monster by bringing him up to his feet. Crackerjack has other ideas though as he drives his fist into Grant’s gut removing the air. Liam comes in to get some as well but instead finds the back of Crackerjack’s elbow. With both Grant and Liam vertical but stunned, the big man hits the ropes and comes off looking to take the two men down. However reacting out of instinct or perhaps just good ring sense, the two men duck under each grabbing a leg and lifting Crackerjack into the air before deciding to lay his throat over the top rope. As Jack goes down to the mat clutching his throat on his stomach, Grant and Liam look at one another and seem to have the same idea. Liam and Grant each grab one of Crackerjack’s leg and begin to pull backwards as they each lock on a Half Boston Crab.

JH: Look at that! Grant and Liam have Crackerjack in a…a Double Half Boston Crab? Is that right?

CM: Perhaps we should call it a Split Legged Boston Crab. Or maybe it is a Full Boston Crab with two men doing it at once. Or is it a Double Half Full Split Crab? Or at this point is it even still a Crab? Perhaps it is more of a lobster hold now.

CL: Well I don’t know about any of that, my question is if Crackerjack taps out who is the UIC?

JH: Err…I have no idea. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.

Elrick prevents the announce team’s heads from exploding as he simply removes the equation all together as he nails both Grant and Liam from behind with a Double Lariat. Elrick then lifts Liam high into the sky with his fully extended arms before dropping him down across his shoulder and into a death valley driver to complete his Smashmouth Driver. Grant tries to lock on a Full Nelson onto Elrick but Elrick spins out and behind Grant. Elrick tries to take Rice down but Grant is able to shift his weight around to stay vertical. Elrick changes his strategy by simply shoving Grant forward instead and into the waiting clutch of Jack, who wraps his hand around Grant’s throat. Jack lifts Grant into the air before sending him crashing back to Earth with the Visions of Nell. As Jack shoves Grant away, Elrick is already there landing in swift shots to the upper neck and shoulder region of Crackerjack. Elrick continues to bring the pain with raining blows, Liam spins Elrick around but Elrick drops him with a shot to the chin. However before Elrick can turn back to Crackerjack, Jack wraps his arms around the shoulder and throat of Elrick before spiking him with a Half Nelson Suplex. Crackerjack falls into the cover.

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Two!

Th…Grant rips Crackerjack out of the cover.
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JH: Pretty high intensity action so far. It doesn’t seem one guy can get the upper hand with the other three right there.

CM: Well that is usually how fourway matchups tend to be you moron.

JH: I am not a moron, you are the moron. Moron.

CL: Good one.

Grant pulls Jack up into position for a Suplex but before he can get him all the way up, Crackerjack shoots his arms in between the legs of Grant before lifting him up and then sending him down to the mat with a huge Powerbomb that just splatters Grant to the mat. Liam is able to set his feet and uses his footing to lift up Crackerjack dropping him down with a Spinebuster. Grant tries to get to his feet and kicks Liam before he get up sending him rolling towards the turnbuckle. Elrick is able to come from behind and lifts Grant onto his shoulders. Grant tries to fight his way out of the predicament by laying stiff right hands into the face of Elrick who tries to keep his balance with the weight of Grant shifting around. Still trying to get Grant into place for the Career Suicide, Elrick never sees Liam climbing the turnbuckle until Mortell is already airborne. Liam nails Elrick with a Flying Crossbody that takes him to the mat. However this forces Grant to fall from an uncomfortable position and ends up crashing down on top of Liam. The three men are a twisted pile of mangled bodies as they try to regain their senses and untangle all at the same time. Crackerjack is the only one who wasn’t involved in the disastrous pile up. Peeling Elrick away from the mess Crackerjack pulls him up to his feet before bringing him aerial and keeping him high up vertically. After the blood rushes down to Elrick’s skull, Jack finally falls backwards completing the Brainbuster. Before Jack can further assault Elrick, Liam yanks Jack backwards with a School Boy Roll Up.

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Two!

Jack Kicks Out!
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Jack and Liam stare at one another a few feet away, that is until Elrick smacks Jack upside the back of his head, more for insult than any type of real injury. Jack responds by turning to grab Elrick and send him flying though the middle and top ropes. Crackerjack doesn’t follow up right away but is instead forced to shake loose the cobwebs. The big man leans over the top rope just staring at Elrick as if to mock him, however Liam dumps Crackerjack out right next to Elrick from behind! Instead of trying to get back in the ring, Elrick and Crackerjack leap at one another fists flying as like a cat and dog trapped inside a bag. The two men lay as many shots into the other as they end up stumbling up the entrance way connecting with viscous blow after viscous blow. There is no finesse or style to their attacks, just flat out hateful brutality. Meanwhile wrestling resumes in the ring with Grant and Liam exchanging hold for hold. Grant has Liam high into the sky before bringing him down with a crushing Shinbreaker. Now clearly focusing on the left leg of Liam perhaps for that finisher of his, holding the leg of Liam looking for a Dragon Screw Legwhip. Before Grant can execute the move though, Liam yanks his leg free spinning his body around but Liam is able to use this momentum in his favor before hooking Grant around his waist and popping his hips to send Grant over with the Northern Lights Suplex.

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Thr…Grant shoots his shoulder off the mat!
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CM: Another nearfall right there.

JH: I am more concerned about the fact that Elrick and Crackerjack are getting a bit too close for comfort.

CL: We have a cage to protect us. Stop worrying so…

The words cut off quickly as Crackerjack decides that Elrick would be better suited as a battering ram. Driving him straight into the previous mentioned cage, Elrick smashes though craftly using his head to protect bust into the cage with the assist from Crackerjack. With Elrick bloody and laid in front of the announce team, it seems for once they have nothing to say. Crackerjack leaves the broken shell formerly known as Elrick were he lies and turns back towards the ring to get back into the match before he loses his title. Meanwhile Grant is able to lift up a rushing Liam up before quickly dropping down with a Samoan Drop. Grant leans back to hook the leg of Liam.

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Jack is back in to yank Grant off the cover.
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Grant gets up and like a crazed bulldog goes straight on the offensive before Jack can react. Lifting Jack into the air, Grant brings him down onto his knee in a less than favorable placement for the future Crackerjack Jrs. Liam though is able to surprise Grant when he flings him backwards with a Germen Release Suplex which folds Grant’s weight onto his own neck. Liam gets up and shoves Jack into the corner. Liam backs up and then rushes forward for a Forearm Smash but Jack is able to move out of the way. Before Liam can turn around, Jack implants his face into the top turnbuckle. Still holding onto the head of Liam, Jack spins him around putting his head between his legs. Jack lifts Liam up before sending his back rebounding harshly off the top pad. Jack pulls Liam away from the ropes and into a cover.

[align=center]One!

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Thre…Wait! Grant drags Crackerjack back as he locks on the Straight Mizery! Jack taps out!
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MA: Here is your winner, and NEW Undisputed International Champion, Grant Rice!

CM: Well I will be damned. That certainly is not how I saw that playing out.

JH: Grant Rice did it! He did it! He defied the odds again!

CL: Calm down will you Hitchen? And is somebody going to come check on Elrick or what?

Crackerjack has already rolled out of the ring by the time Mark Jackson hands an elated Grant Rice the championship belt. Grant is about to hoist into the sky when suddenly Liam spins him around so the two are face to face. Liam doesn’t seem overly thrilled with the result, but after a moment finally nods to himself and extends his hand. Grant takes the olive branch with a firm shake and Liam leaves the ring allowing Grant his moment to shine with his new prize.
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JH: What a night we’ve had folks! It has simply been a earth quaking of a event!

CL: And, we still got two fucking matches left!

CM: Ah! Oh no! One of those cat masked freaks is getting up, he’s coming at us! He’s gonna jump the railing! Security! Security!

JH: Chip…it looks like that Gatito is just getting up to go to the bathroom.

CL: Dumb ass.

CM: Oh…okay then…

JH: Any ways, the first of our two huge last matches is for the FIW Dual Crown Championship with the champion and home town hero, Xtreme Kitten taking on Kiyoshi Nakahata!

CL: As if these fans alone weren’t gonna mark the hell out, how much you wanna bet these Gatitos in the crowd are going to go ape shit for Kitten?

CM: Even if he is a freak and on the verge of potentially leaving, I want Kiyoshi to find victory!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the semi-main event of the Two Thousand and Seven edition of Full Intensity Wrestling’s Violence Fetish! It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and is set to one fall to a finish with FIW’s senior official, Tony Clarke as your referee. And…it is for the…Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship!


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...


CL: Well, looks like the sheep fucker least has a few fans left down here by those feeble cheers.

CM: What are they…throwing at Nakahata?!

JH: I believe that’s garbage.


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

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

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

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


CM: She’s back! Okay, never mind, I want the champion freak to wi-Oh god! Now they’re all getting up and coming at us! Every man for himself!

JH: Stop being so paranoid for pete’s sake!

CL: It is odd to see ole cat face…in his cat mask again and have her back in his corner. I guess since she’s no longer a FIW contracted talent like sheep fucker she can be out there too.


MA: Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAATA~!!!


More trash, soda cups, beer bottles, pop corn buckets and various other items rain down on the white haired Reject as he raises up his arms. Showing off that for this night he’s written on his right wrist tape “Champ” and on the left he’s written “Kitten Slayer” with a small chibi XK head with Xs as eyes & it’s tongue out. Onikage smiles brightly and applauds his charge, seemingly the only one in the middle as the rest greet him in jeers. Nakahata keeping his head lowered and hidden underneath his hood as the Gatitos in the crowd even start a “Haha” chant.


MA: Introducing the champion, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds and stands at six feet and three inches…he is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! XTRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME KIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!


Taking up a conductor’s role, XK is leading the chants of “Haha’ and “Nakahaha” to FIW’s Morning Star shaking his head at his former comrade. Once he’s got the crowd going, Kitten pumps his fists into the air with one championship in each hand’s clutches, a smug smirk on his masked face. Gracefully he twirls out of his corner, letting the title belts swing about him, and proclaims “BEST! FIGHTER! IN! THE! WORLD!” that the Gatitos in attendance shout with him. After he goes back to his corner the two men start getting ready for the match, XK handing over his belts & Kiyoshi starts to take off his coat.


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


The bell fails to reach that third ding before the champion bolts across the ring and very similar to a moment ago, he twirls in mid-step towards his challenger. With as much force behind it as he can XK throws out his forearm and the roaring maneuver connects with the white blur! Except…this white blur is just the hooded coat, Kitten frantically tries to shake his arm free while Nakahata tries to get his heart from pounding so fast after that close call. Nearing FIW’s Feline Fighter, the Yeti’s shock surprises him again when Xtreme Kitten forgoes the coat and just runs at the heftier man & hits him with a flying knee!

JH: Kao Loi! My word! This early on!

CL: After he got his arm stuck in the coat like a moron.

CM: Wow, this was a quick match.

Immediately upon landing XK’s eyes widen and he curses loudly several times, even more frantically trying to free his arm from the coat. Eventually he gets it out and scrambles over to Kiyoshi’s fallen form, looking at the apparently knocked out challenger. Tony comes over and looks ready to start a count when the champion shoves him away and starts slapping Nakahata lightly on the face, trying to actually wake him up! Lucy shakes her head and Onikage’s right eye is twitching as Kitten hunches over the Yeti to connect with better slaps to the face, and starts fanning him to try and get him to revive.

CL: What the fuck is he doing?

CM: I…think he’s trying to revive Kiyoshi…

JH: Oh lord, I think this is all about him trying to get a good fight out of Nakahata for his home town crowd!

When these methods fail him, Kitten looks towards the Rejects’ leader and asks him some thing, by the hand gesture he makes it looks like he wants smelling salt! The Savior of Sorrow chooses to ignore this idiotic plea and soon it is turned to Lucy, who shakes her head negative to having any. FIW’s Feline Fighter looks incredibly worried and hunches over further, trying to shout and do every thing he can think of to get Kiyoshi back among the land of the living. Suddenly those eye lids shoot open with a glare underneath them, before XK knows what is going on the Judo Sensei sweeps his legs out from beneath him!

CM: He was faking!

JH: Well, I think that blow did do some serious damage but it does look like Kiyoshi was playing dead to get Kitten near him!

CL: Okay, I’ll hand it to him, that was gold.

Snatching a hold of XK’s legs and XK rolling through it to try and stop it, the two begin to struggle over the submission hold of some kind the Yeti is trying to lock in. FIW’s White Haired Reject after a while settles on a classic figure four leg lock to howls from Kitten, and hisses from the Gatitos in attendance! Nakahata growls and snarls as he wrenches back on the maneuver, planting his hands firmly to the sides of him and whipping back his head. Similarly, the champion throws his head about though in agony and is cursing out every hack’s name that is coming to his mind as he tells Clarke he’s not giving up.

JH: My goodness! Kiyoshi’s got the figure four leg lock on and it looks like it’s pretty tightly cinched in!

CL: Ah, this reminds me of some one special…

CM: Ew, though for some reason this situation with Kitten and Kiyoshi seems…strangely familiar…

No support from his arms results in Kitten’s upper body dropping to the canvas in a thud as he thrashes around in the hold, clawing at every inch near to him. FIW’s senior official drops down and tosses up his arm to start a pin fall count only for the champion to thrust his shoulder upward before a one count! Looking around, XK tries to dig his “claws” into the mat and pull them closer to the ropes only for Kiyoshi to apply more pressure to the submission hold! As he grits his teeth and hisses from the other Gatitos vocalizes his feelings, Xtreme Kitten tries desperately to escape the situation he’s found himself in!

CL: Great, that sheep fucker might’ve led the Yeti to finally defeat the cat bastard.

CM: I swear I’ve seen this before…

JH: Kitten’s become so ring savvy that he knew what Tony was going to do before he even got a chance to do it!

Politely the Straight Edge Reject applauds his charge’s efforts, ignoring the several Mexican fans shouting at him in Spanish and avoiding eye contact with the Gatitos. Growing frustrated with his situation, Kitten grabs at his own mask and forces his body to sit up on it’s own accord the best it can in this type of maneuver. Once up to there, the champion unloads a wicked slap across the face of the man that’s got him in this figure four leg lock. FIW’s Feline Fighter gets a response in kind, a open hand slap right across his newly re-masked face to a booming of jeers over Kiyoshi daring to do such a thing!

CM: Hey! I think I remember from where I saw them do this before! It wa-

JH: Slaps from both men to the other!

CL: That’s got to fucking sting.

It goes to Hell in a hand basket fairly shortly there after, both men start exchanging open hand slaps with each other while the hold is still locked into place. Each one connects with such a thunderous noise that it echoes through out the arena and gets a collective cringe from the fans. Kiyoshi even giving up his arms helping to support him so that he can get in quicker sets of flurries in against the champion who is going full throttle with the strikes! One after one they fire off, anger and pride increasingly fueling both men with each strike that manages to hit and leave them with a stinging in their respected faces!

JH: You’d think by how loud these are they had micro phones built into their hands or some thing!

CL: Wow, amazingly the Mexican fans even seem a bit sympathetic towards the strikes Kiyoshi is taking.

CM: Now this is how you make a submission hold interesting!

Momentum is slowly tickling over into the favor of the champion, his strikes only growing more vicious and precise, and faster than they previously were. While opposite to that is Nakahata’s who are slowing down and starting to show signs of the abuse he is putting up with in this exchange. The Gatitos scattered through out the arena all seem to be the happiest about this, getting the crowd fully cheering on their home town hero in this battle. Cheers that turn to jeers when the Yeti wrenches back on the hold to get XK to flinch and drives a palm strike right into XK’s masked nose to settle the striking contest!

CL: Shit! He could’ve pierced the brain with that one!

CM: That was friggin’ awesome!

JH: Kiyoshi using a mixture of intelligence and brutality as a seamless attack!

Untangling from each other, Xtreme Kitten grabs his masked nose and checks on it to see if it’s going to be okay and finds…a small stream of blood coming out of it! Up on only one knee is XK, the Judo Sensei sees his chance and charges towards his kneeling opponent as fast as his legs can carry him! For his troubles he gets a forearm strike straight to the midsection that knocks the air out of him and drops him down to one knee himself. Snarling and looking like he’s a bull that has seen red, the champion zips across the distance dividing them and scales up Nakahata’s knee, clobbering him upside the head!

CM: Oh! I remember him doing that one before!

JH: Shining Wizard! Kitten avoided the Shining Samurai for a shining maneuver for his very own!

CL: I think shit hit the fan for Kiyoshi.

Flung backwards from the impact of the knee kick, the challenger is sent into a seated position in the corner, his arms draped over the middle rope and his head is limp. Storming up to his feet like a man possessed, Kitten goes over to the turnbuckle and plants his boot against the cheek of the Reject and runs it across as hard as he can! Many of the Mexican fans cheer on this act and when he repeats it not once or twice, but thrice more he does it! On the fifth he holds up a finger and grins darkly, running away from the Yeti and to the other near by corner, bouncing off of the ropes and running back to Kiyoshi’s corner.

JH: Some body’s got a dirty face!

CL: A face wash in other words, and here comes that fucking boot s-

CM: No! Look!

Diving out of the corner and away from the in coming boot and thus allowing XK to catch it on the middle rope, Kiyoshi gets up a punt kicks the caught leg’s thigh! Several more times he does and then sweeps the other leg out from under the champion when he knows the caught one can’t support him any more! Falling down into a seated position himself, the Judo Sensei claps his hands and gets an intensified jeers when he runs his boot across Kitten’s masked face. FIW’s Feline Fighter gets the treatment he was just dishing out, Nakahata’s boot running over his masked face only growing rougher & anger fueled when “Nakahaha” chants start up again.


MA: Fifth teen minutes of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: I think the albino looking fucker might not like that chant.

CM: He just countered and is doing the same thing to Kitten! …Guess it’s a good thing the freak’s wearing his mask again.

JH: True, with that bloody nose and now this Kitten’s face might not be too pretty after tonight!

With an extra amount of oomph, the White Haired Reject bolts from the corner after the fifth boot scrape in the face wash to Xtreme Kitten’s masked mush! Much like the champion moments ago, Nakahata hits the ropes in a corner to the side of the one the champion is sitting in. Springing off of them and rushing back towards his foe, the Yeti looks to be the fastest any one’s ever seen him as he throws up his right leg to take aim! A few fans and mainly the Gatitos let out a sympathetic “Ooo” when the Reject roughly pushes his boot against the masked face of XK, catching the top rope to stay in the ring as his foot dangles over the bottom.

CM: Poor guy, he gets Lucy back finally and this happens!

JH: As much as Kitten seems to be feeding off of these fans’ approval, Kiyoshi seems to be feeding off of their negativity.

CL: We are past the half way mark, these guys better be getting ready to put each other the fuck down.

Out stretching his hand and wrapping it around fur of the mask, the Yeti pulls the dead weight that is the champion to his feet and brings him a little bit out of the corner. With as much force as he can put behind it Nakahata whips XK into the ropes and calls for a trip on the space tornado. It doesn’t take long till the Feline Fighter is off of the ropes and in the welcoming arms of the Judo Sensei and gives him several quick elbow shots to the head! Escaping the signature maneuver, Kitten holds onto Kiyoshi’s near arm and pulls him in as he throws up his leg for a roundhouse kick to a explosion of cheers!

JH: He countered out of the Space Tornado Kiyoshi! And, here comes th-

CL: HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO KIIII-

CM: Denied!

Chip is indeed correct, the Reject ducks underneath the roundhouse kick and go behind the champion only to whip him around, and hurtle his arm outward. The lariat misses it mark when a mirror opposite occurs with Kitten ducking under the arm and goes behind Nakahata to cheers! Cheers that grow when the Yeti turns around in time for the champion to spin around, the back of his fist aimed perfectly for the scarred cheek of the Yeti! Yet another flux in the fans when the challenger side steps the fist, letting XK spin around and around till he grabs his arm in mid-air to more jeers.

CL: Holy fucking shit! Hello Kitty Roundhouse avoided and countered into a lariat that is avoided and countered into an Uraken that is avoided and countered!

CM: Talk about a mouth full!

JH: Well, this is bound to happen when these men have wrestled each other so many times, and this being their fifth singles encounter with each other in their time in FIW!

Back pedaling as fast as he can, the duo hits the ropes as hard and as fast as probably possible and using all of his strength, Kiyoshi heaves XK over his shoulder! FIW’s Feline Fighter is thrown and flails through the air until he amazingly stays true to his name sake, he lands on his feet! Leaping up into the air again, the champion throws back his leg and narrowly the Judo Sensei side steps it enough to bat it away and let the champion just fall to the mat. Moments after hitting the canvas Xtreme Kitten starts to get back up, and is met when he gets to his feet with a spear tackle from the opposition that he leap frogs over!

CM: Man! These guys are going a hundred miles per second!

JH: Unfortunately since both men have used many of their favored maneuvers against the other in their past bouts they have them now scouted, and can do this sort of thing!

CL: And, Kitten did perhaps one of the most agile things we’ll ever see from him with that leap frog.

Springing off of the ropes and coming back to be met with Kitten shooting out his leg as another explosion of cheers occur from the fans of Mexico City. By mere inches the world renowned finishing kick of the Feline Fighter misses the white haired Reject’s face, and in it’s place meets his hands! Hastily the Yeti twists his arms and tries to drop the champion down into an ankle lock, resulting in XK hopping on one leg and trying to create some distance to avoid it! Cursing under his breath, the champion leaps up and connects with a jumping back brain kick to Kiyoshi’s cranium to free himself from the potential hold!

JH: Kiyoshi might’ve just been knocked loopie!

CL: Well, with us reaching about the half way mark it makes sense Kitten is more and more getting ready to end this.

CM: But, what if Kiyoshi has the answer to both his finishers, then what?!

Kitten’s kick leaves Nakahata on wobbly legs, trying to take a step forward though stumbling a few paces for his efforts and then face planting down on the canvas. Scurrying up to his feet, the champion calls for a maneuver that gets very little reaction from most of the crowd except the Gatitos, who do impressively accurate kitten meowing. It is a bit of struggle from how tired he is and Kiyoshi’s weight combined but manages to eventually get Kiyoshi up into the standing head scissors position. Wrapping his arms around the Reject’s waist he tries with one mighty heave to lift up his lower half only for the Reject to try and avoid it!


MA: Ten minutes of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: Can’t get him up for the Kitten’s Meow!

CM: Why are they still meowing? …This is starting to feel like a scene from the Children of the Corn or some thing…

JH: Kiyoshi’s still got his will fighting strong against failure!

Onikage is the sole person rooting as he looks around on the Judo Sensei as he tries to fight his way out of the situation he’s in, XK snarling and hissing at him to stay down. Fed up with this struggle, the champion let’s go long enough to club Kiyoshi repeatedly on the back with forearm strikes! After he’s satisfied with it, he wraps his arms back around him and he tries to lift up the Yeti…only for the Yeti to stand up and send him over in a back drop to jeers! Getting right back up onto his feet, the Feline Fighter is greeted by a turn of events that leaves Lucy & the Gatitos and the fans quite unhappy.

CM: He got free! And, he’s setting him up for…that thingie mcbob!

JH: The White Hole Slam!

CL: Not quite, Bitchen.

Rearing back, Nakahata looks to throw his foe back into his signature slam only for Kitten to bring his weight down on his base and keep himself planted. Elbows hammer their way into the Reject’s flesh and with each one his grip on the masked man loosens and eventually dissolves completely! FIW’s Feline Fighter carefully grabs the Yeti by his neck and leg, and lifts him up onto to shoulders to an eruption of cheers from every one in the arena. The Gatitos letting out a more mature and deeper yet still life like cat meow in unison as XK struts around the ring with the white haired wonder on his shoulders!

JH: Kitten’s got him up! Can he hit it?!

CL: He better, all this reversals of reversals of reversals of counters of counters of counters is giving me a fucking headache.

CM: It is making me dizzy.

Just when XK is about to heave the two hundred sixty pounds off of his shoulders…it slides down off of them behind him after managing to pry his hands off of it! Before the champion even knows what is happening the challenger’s arms launch forward and wrap around his neck, bringing him down. In the same fluid motion as they fall the Yeti wraps his legs around the waist of the masked man, locking in his finishing submission to jeers from the fans! Clarke looks around nervously as the entire arena is up on their feet, actively jeering and throwing things at the Judo Sensei as he wrenches back on the hold!

CL: Fuck sake!

CM: Aw…a submission…

JH: The Dojime Sleeper! Kiyoshi’s locked in the Dojime Sleeper!

Both men hit the canvas with a thud, the two of them laying on their right side and Nakahata tightens the hold to the dismay of the Mexico City fans. Lucy shouts at Kitten to fight out of it and Tony reluctantly kneels down, and checks on the situation as he tries to avoid the trash. FIW’s Feline Fighter attempts to roll them over onto his stomach yet the Reject makes certain that isn’t happening as long as he’s in control of the submission hold. The senior official keeps asking the champion if he wants to submit, and each time gets either a verbal reply or a shake of the head, showing he’s still in the match.

CM: So…boring…I miss all the cool reversals and counters…

JH: Kiyoshi’s trying his hardest to ensure victory for himself!

CL: The fucker is persistent if nothing else.

One route of escape down, the champion claws his nails into the canvas and tries to start pulling them towards the ropes next in his second attempt for freedom. A fact that becomes painfully clear it isn’t going to be easy, Kiyoshi planting his weight down and applying pressure to his hold. With barely an inch of advancement, it is soon clear to XK that he might have to give in to that being another failed manner of escape from the submission maneuver. “Nakahaha” chants starting up in small patches of the crowd hardly help the Feline Fighter, who the Yeti vents his annoyance on by wrenching back on the hold.

JH: I don’t think Kitten can hold out much longer with a hold as powerful and deadly as the Dojime Sleeper!

CL: Which begs the question of what’ll occur first, Kitten giving in or Kitten escaping?

CM: …Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz


MA: Five minutes of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


Two methods scratched off the list, and with every passing second life & energy leaving his body gives Xtreme Kitten quite the pinch to find a way out of. It is apparent even with his body slowly giving into the submission that his mind is racing for a means of avoiding that impending fate. Keeping his arms moving in front of him to show to Tony that he’s still around and so he doesn’t have to waste as much energy to acknowledge he refuses to give. Lucy continues to scream at her charge to get out of the hold while Onikage smiles at his charge and keeps his eyes peeled on every thing but the Gatitos.

CL: Oi! Fucker! Get up!

CM: Huh?! Prime?! Wha?! I’m up! I’m up! I’m awake!

JH: I’m not sure if I want to know why you were dreaming of Prime…Especially when we have a potential title change situation on our hands!

Closing his eyes as tightly as he can, it would seem either madness has set in or there is some method to it as the champion tries to roll them over again, except on the opposite side. When it ends up failing to work, XK keeps them leaning in that direction…and then throws them the other that ends up with them rolling in a huddled ball across the mat! Lucy is near screaming for joy when Kiyoshi puts a stop to such nonsense, planting them back down several feet away from the ropes and keeping Kitten from them! FIW’s Feline Fighter growls and tries to get them to roll again only for the Yeti to be ready for it this time, and stop it.

CM: …Oh god…falling…asleep…again…

JH: No matter how hard Kitten tries, he just can’t find a way out of that hold!

CL: And, if that’s the case it’s time the fucker taps!

Less than happy with the results of that plan XK pounds his fists against the canvas in frustration, grinding his teeth and looking like he’s gonna pop a blood vessel. Clarke at first is about ready to call for the bell, luckily the champion clarifies that wasn’t him tapping out to the hold. A pop can finding it’s mark on the back of the referee’s head from a Mexican fan for suggesting that might’ve been what Kitten might have been doing. Many of the fans directing their rage towards Tony Clarke as well as Kiyoshi Nakahata now as the Yeti saps the power from his opponent!

JH: Hey! Come on now! That’s no way to treat a referee!

CL: Clearly they disagree.

CM: Good thing they can’t hear me, those Gatitos scare me enough as is, let alone if the fans were after me too.

Even when their hatred for him seems to intensify over it, the senior official leans in over the two wrestlers and grabs Kitten’s right arm. Lifting it up into the air, he holds it there for a few moments and then let’s go of it, the arm limply plummeting to the mat and hitting it with a smack. He holds one his index finger and gets more trash thrown at him, specifically his hand, and cautiously reaches over and takes hold of the champion’s arm a second time. Tony doesn’t get to let go of the arm when the Feline Fighter yanks it free and throws back his body weight, pinning Kiyoshi’s shoulders to the canvas in a pin fall maneuver!

CL: Holy shit! That’s actually pretty slick of the cat!

CM: Finally! The champion freak saves us from having to put up with this submission!


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JH: If Kiyoshi doesn’t act fast and release the hold he’s going to be pinned!

CL: Does he even realize what’s going on?


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CM: Oh! Look! He’s trying to let go to get a shoulder up!

JH: Can he make it in time?!


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CL: That answers that question.

CM: Boooo.

Releasing the hold, the Yeti bounds to his feet and grabs the senior official by the shirt, pulling him in and making sure that he got his shoulder up in time. Fortune is smiling on him, because Clarke holds up two fingers to jeers while XK clutches his throat and wheezes on the mat, trying to recover. Kiyoshi storms through the ring and over to the near by corner, planting his hands on each side of it and begins his ascent onto the top of it. His steps are slow and cautious, rather than traditionally facing outside or inside Nakahata is climbing with a side some what directed at both and him facing kiddy corner.

CM: He’s going to the top?!

JH: Could he be going for…the moonsault?!

CL: Whatever the fuck he does, he better hurry the fuck up.

A sentiment that is shared by FIW’s Morning Star it would seem by his shouting in Japanese towards his charge, eyeing the ringside area with a slight hint of nervousness. Course, Kiyoshi’s too busy with climbing & Onikage’s too busy looking around to notice that the champion kips right up to his feet with a pained expression. The pain fading a bit when the fans roar in cheers, giving him an adrenaline boot to bolt to the corner and leap up into the air! In mid-air his leg is thrown backwards and over his head, boot meets the upper X scarred face region of his challenger with a sickening thud to the kick!

JH: Pele’ Kick! Xtreme Kitten hit it!

CL: Shit! Kiyoshi looks like he’s out cold on the turnbuckle!

CM: Fall, fall, fall!

Mexico’s fans seem to agree with Chip, growing louder as the Judo Sensei’s body leans backwards as if about to tumble over the top rope or fall into the ring. Kitten gets back up and scrambles over to the corner, grabbing a hold of Kiyoshi to bring him down when two hands meet his one! The Yeti pulls him up into a head butt, and the two balances on the buckle as they fire away forearm shots at each other, XK trying his best to fight back! Eventually the Reject catches the champion off guard, lifting him up for a modified superplex that he gets a elbow to the midsection for, and drops the champ onto the top rope!


MA: Fifth teen seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: Ouch…Fuck, that’s gotta hurt.


MA: Fourteen seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CM: Kiyoshi crotched Kitten!

JH: I would assume by accident though he’s got to hurry!


MA: Thirteen seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


This announcement brings horror to the painted features of the Straight Edge Reject, and shock to the scarred features of the White Haired Reject! Groaning and grimacing, Nakahata summons his remaining strength to push his body up to the very top of the turnbuckle. Now finally there he looks around, thinking fast and leaping from his perch as fast as he can while Xtreme Kitten clutches his groin and wincing in agony from the landing. FIW’s Feline Fighter doesn’t even see the tackle like lariat until it’s too late, the sheer impact leaving an almost made of sweat impression clone where he was sitting!


MA: Twelve seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CM: That one move! And the champion freak flips into a face plant into the ring!


MA: Eleven seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


JH: LLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRIIIIIIIAAAAAT-OOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!!!


MA: Ten seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: Fucker better do some thing quick or the time limit’s gonna expire on him!

Despite the fans’ seething anger of jeers and the small army of garbage they are throwing at the ring, Kiyoshi pushes his body right off of the canvas seconds after it hits. Sweat drips off of him and with every second he waits his anxiety becomes more apparent, awaiting XK to get to his feet. Using the ropes to support his weight, FIW’s Feline Fighter slowly pulls his body back up to a vertical base on spaghetti legs to Lucy’s screams. Turning around, the champion spots Nakahata charging at him and ducks to back drop him, only for the Yeti to launch his body over the champion’s & grab his waist in mid-launching!


MA: Nine seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


JH: Sunset flip! Kiyoshi Nakahata just performed the sunset flip!


MA: Eight seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: After that murderous lariat he just did what some have called the cat’s weakness!


MA: Seven seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


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MA: Six seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: Holy fucking shit! This is insane! The fans are going nuts!


MA: Five seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CM: That was cool! The way he flipped the two of them!


MA: Four seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


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MA: Three seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


JH: There is only three seconds left! Three! My lord! I don’t think we’ve ever seen a closer situation!


MA: Two seconds of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


CL: I think you’ll be hard fucking pressed to find in any wrestling promotion where it was this close!


MA: ONE SECOND of the assigned time limit remains~!!!


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CL: Did it? Did it count?!

CM: I don’t know! I’m so confused!

JH: It was right down to the wire if not, it was literally less than a second when the time limit would’ve expired if it counts! We’ll just have to wait for the official decision!


Tony Clarke slips under the bottom rope and walks over to Michael Anderson, Timmy the time keeper and the other two discuss the decision. There seems to be a small argument between Tony and Timmy, to the point that Anderson is forced to step in to break up the two. For several more moments this heated discussion goes on between the trio, eventually Timmy throwing up his arms and shaking his head. Clarke says one final thing, and Michael nods his head as Clarke heads back into the ring & slides in under the bottom rope. Lucy, Onikage and Kiyoshi Nakahata all looking towards the referee with a mixture of nervousness and anxiety.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen…


JH: It looks like they’ve decided.


MA: It is my pleasure to announce…


CL: Oh, come on! Get the fuck on with it!


MA: The winner of the match is…


CL: Is…is…is…is who?! Togi Makabe?!


MA: The sixth ever and NEW Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Champion…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIII NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAATA~!!!


Kiyoshi Nakahata’s eyes grow huge, and the smile on Onikage’s face is nearly just as huge as is the opened mouth look of shock Lucy has! “My Violent Heart” blasts over the P.A. system and the fans are jeering louder than have all night, throwing even more trash into the ring. It looks like it is almost raining garbage while Tony Clarke raises Nakahata’s arm into the air and helps the Yeti back up to a vertical base onto his feet. Sucking in some air, the Reject tries to fight back a few tears that roll down his face as he hangs his head, the senior official strapping the championships around his waist.

CL: I can’t fucking believe it!

CM: So from one freak…to another!

JH: We have a new FIW Dual Crown Champion! After nine some thing months we have a new champion and his name is…KIYOSHI NAKAHATA!

Fighting them back still, a few more stray tears manage to roll down the cheeks of the Judo Sensei as Tony finishes strapping on the GHC and goes to the WHC. When he’s finished he gently pats the champion on the back, causing Nakahata to throw back his head. Tears and sweat fly off of his face and his teary eyed overly rejoiced expression is caught for all of the people watching to see it, Lucy reaching into the ring during this. Cautiously she pulls out Kitten’s limp body as the Yeti to throw up his arms in victory, accepting the trash and jeers thrown at him by the fans.

CM: After months of chasing it, after that close call at Summer of Sin, after his chance being ruined at ReVolt Against the Champions, and after being denied at Blessed and Forsaken…he’s done it!

JH: He may be a Reject but god damn it, I can’t help feeling for the guy, he’s finally done it!

CL: Don’t tell me you’re gonna start spouting off about a boyhood dream and shit Hitchen…what the fuck?!

That exclamation by Constance is caused by the disturbance within the audience; little by little it happens and trickles downward on all sides. By the time every one notices it is too late, the Mexican fans are actually stampeding towards the ringside area as fast as they can! The Gatitos in the crowd and the security near the guard rail try to slow them down though many of them squeeze through and hop the guard rail in their riot! Cutting this emotional scene short for Kiyoshi as angered strangers charge him in the ring looking for vengeance!

JH: What the bloody hell?! The fans are rioting!

CL: Now this is the kinda shit I enjoy!

CM: The Gatitos and security were useless!

An endless sea of them is soon around ringside and in the ring, allowing Nakahata to avoid any abuse as Onikage helps him out of the ring. Security helps create a path way for the two Rejects as they rush towards the safety of the backstage area as fast as their feet can carry them. When they reach the entrance stage they turn around, looking back to see the entire ringside area swarmed by fans that are destroying the ring & every thing they can touch. FIW’s Morning Star patting Kiyoshi on the back in congratulations as they head to the back, disappearing behind the curtain as officials rush out.

CL: Good thing we don’t need the fucking ring for the next match!

CM: No, good thing we’re in this cage, we’re safe from these maniacs!

JH: We might not even be able to have the match at this rate! I’m told we are going to cut to promotional advertisements till we can get a hold of this situation, see you in a moment folks! We have a new FIW Dual Crown Champion, and my word, he’s already left an impression!
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JH: We’re now back from those promotional advertisements, Nensai Senjou Two Thousand and Eight looks to be a epic event!

CL: Fifth year anniversary, I’d say so.

CM: Hey, what’s going on, all the wrestlers are coming out!

JH: Ah yes, the ring technicians are taking down the ring and the wrestlers are coming out for a main event.

CL: While they’re setting every thing up, should we talk about the rules?

CM: Okay but I only remember that the winner gets a shot at the Dual Crown…

JH: That’s correct, the entire FIW roster sans Xtreme Kitten and Kiyoshi Nakahata are involved in the match. They will be concealed in a octagon dome cage and will be till there is only one of them left, eliminations can be done via knock out or submission.

CL: Also, to help them along there are various weapons tied onto the cage.

CM: Oh! Oh! And, there is a small trap door to get the eliminated wrestlers through!

JH: As well as this year’s will have two holding cells that Drake Love and Ethan Adams earned the right to stay in. The two young men will be released when only four other wrestlers remain in the match as such hold a distinct advantage over every one else.

CL: And, to clarify, the winner of the match will face the FIW Dual Crown Champion in the main event at the Two Thousand and Eight edition of Anarchy in the U.K.

CM: You mean they’ll face Kiyoshi, right?

JH: Well, who knows, there is the chance Kiyoshi could lose the championship match at Nensai Senjou.

CL: Wouldn’t be the first time a Dual Crown Champion lost his titles within two months of holding them.

CM: True…Hey! They’re all done! Alright!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for the Two Thousand and Seven edition of Full Intensity Wrestling’s Violence Fetish! It has been granted a infinite time limit and is elimination style rules where the match shall finish when a sole survivor remains! The officials for this contest are Logan Black, Mark Jackson and FIW senior official, Tony Clarke! And, the winner shall receive a Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship match at the Two Thousand and Eight edition of Anarchy in the U.K.!


CL: Now the cage lowers…

CM: Hey, who’s that on the cage?!

JH: My word! Some one is coming down with the cage! And, what is that ring technician doing?! He’s going to get caught inside it with the wrestlers and this mystery person!


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As soon as the bell sounds the entire roster of wrestlers look amongst themselves, some of them looking towards the figure hanging from the cage that now encloses them. None of them pay any mind to the ring technician who pulls off his grease monkey attire and baseball cap strangely. It is first just a few fans on the side of the arena he is near though it occurs in a domino effect through out them, soon almost all of the fans cheering for him. Especially when he comes up from behind and locks Dragon into the katahajime to suplex him and then float over, keeping the submission locked in & getting him to tap out!

CM: Hey! I know that guy! It’s-

JH: My word! It’s Jim O’Brien! Jim O’Brien is in the Condemned Fetish Match!

CL: Who let the fucking mullet boy back in?!


MA: Dragon has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Many of the closer by wrestlers turn around and spot the original Monster of FIW, getting up off of the lowly wrestler and kicking him towards one of the small exits. Witnessing this seems to trigger some thing in the wrestlers and it isn’t long before all out chaos breaks loose through them all! No one paying attention to the figure hanging from the cage when it drops down and spins Rory Von Drachenberg from behind, locking its arm around her neck & wrapping it’s legs around her waist. In her feeble attempt to struggle she pulls off the ski mask the person was wearing right before she taps, revealing it to be…

JH: Tanya Bird?! Talk about familiar faces!

CL: Looks like we got two returning wrestlers and two eliminations already!

CM: That guillotine choke thingy looks like it hurts but I wouldn’t mind a Hellcat like her locking it on!


MA: Rory Von Drachenberg has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Already the Tanaka Zaibatsu are swarming around Jay Bain, doing a triple team striking number on him as Phyllis Bathory struggles with Hardcore Sex’s punches. Roxie tries to barrel right towards Jaime Lee but soon finds a sea of wrestlers dividing them, Jaime trying to fend off Crackerjack! Gabriel & Colbert beating the tar out of Nightmare while Nick Allen & Liam Mortell are keeping Grant busy near by in a three-way brawl between the two. With all of this excitement, hardly any one notices O’Brien sweeping Robert Black’s legs and locking in his signature sitting full nelson on him & getting him to tap!

CL: I’ll hand it to the bastard, he may be stuck in the eighties but he’s making short work of the jobbers.

CM: That’s it! Pound Nightmare’s face into mush!

JH: Already we are seeing the numbers game playing a factor in several areas!


MA: Robert Black has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Much to the annoyance of Prime, the Grand Slam Man clips his bad knee out from underneath him from behind in a sneaky fashion & starts stomping it! While Kennedy watches this scene going on from a distance from the two, slowly trying to make her way towards it like in a day dreaming state. Not even paying attention when narrowly the Hype avoids punching her in the face after Ninja ducks out of the way & kicks Adam in the mid-section! Elrick storming through the entire chaos, fighting his way past the Zaibatsu and Rejects towards the masked monster that is flinging Jaime Lee around!

CM: Pay back for earlier!

JH: Looks like Hutch isn’t letting Prime’s and his grudge against each other die quietly!

CL: While Elrick’s man crush on Crackerjack continues!

Ironically it isn’t FIW’s Leading Lady that rescues the Adonis, it is Hutch’s fellow Englishman in Liam Mortell that clubs the icon from behind. Within a matter of moments he’s locked in the ATC and through all of Hutch’s screaming & howling, he taps out to the hold! Similar, across the ring Felix & Steve set it up and execute perfectly Just Eat It on the would-be vampire that sends him knocked out with his senses leaving him! Jim O’Brien invading the Tanaka Zaibatsu’s bubble of space and trying to help Jay fends them off!

JH: Hutch tapped and Phyllis is out of it!

CL: I love the fucking anarchy.

CM: Rather fitting, eh?


MA: Hutch and Phyllis Bathory have been ELIMINATED~!!!


T-Bird races across the floor and leaps, taking out Gabriel & Colbert & Nightmare with a flying cross body, sending all four tumbling to the ground in a heap! Like vultures, Hardcore Sex lifts up Gabriel and drops him with their finisher, and just like his other two comrades they do the same to Colbert! Daisuke & Blond manage to push back Jim with a double kick while Shaun goes blow for blow with Jay Bain, Roxie watching on from near by. ‘Jack goes to throw around the Hellcat Division Champion again only for her to reverse it into a spinning head scissors takedown on the massive Reject!

CL: Fucking hell! Our new tag team champions are going to town!

CM: They’ve trumped Jim for now with most eliminations, right?

JH: Yup! And, my word! Jaime just did the biggest head scissors possibly ever!


MA: Gabriel and Colbert Tottington have been ELIMINATED~!!!


Around this moment Kennedy comes into the general area of her rival and/or would-be lover, who is getting back up to his feet and pauses when he notices her. While they star gaze at each other Liam rushes past them and knocks Rice upside the head with a running forearm! Leaving Nick wide open for the recovered T-Bird to come from behind and with ease lock in the guillotine choke, in a matter of seconds getting him to tap out as well! Stumbling backwards from the previous kick to the mid-section, Wilson grabs a kendo stick off of the cage & charges back towards the FSC, passing Elrick who is running towards Crackerjack!

CM: Our first weapon! And, the dorky ninja narrowly avoids it! And, again! And, again! Dance Ninja, dance!

JH: Elrick is closing in on Crackerjack, if I were Jaime Lee I’d get out of the way of that train wreck, then again, Roxie is closing in on her too!

CL: All the while Jim & Jay are trying to take care of the Zaibatsu, and Hardcore Sex have their hands on Nightmare!


MA: Nick Allen has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Summoning all of his monstrous strength, O’Brien throws Daisuke and Blond off of him and roars in a fury as he snatches up Blond, locking him into the rear katahajime, and throws him back! Despite being sent stumbling, Tanaka wastes no time when he sees a opening to hit a double lightning heel kick with Wilson & float right over into a jujigatame on Bain that makes the rookie tap! Felix and Steve mock & taunt Nightmare as they lay the boots to him, and slap him silly, the veteran unable to withstand the onslaught. While at the same exact time Elrick leaps onto the back of Crackerjack and wraps in a sleeper hold as Roxie leaps and takes Jaime over in a reverse hurricanrana! The Hype is swinging wildly at Ninja with his kendo stick, making certain he can’t get close to him yet Ninja is also avoiding the strikes!

JH: Good lord! Wrestlers are dropping like flies! Though I have to say this is a serious improvement from Daisuke’s performance in the Condemned Fetish Match last year.

CL: No shit, that was his first match back, he’s now a year into his stint here. As well as the teen television drama tension of Kennedy and Prime is almost too much for my brain to handle, fight you two!

CM: Look at Rice and Liam going at it! They’re going to give one of them a concussion at this rate! And, can’t forget T-Bird waiting in the wings…heh…do you see what I did there? Wings…T-Bird…I crack myself up.


MA: Jay Bain and Mr. Blond have been ELIMINATED~!!!


Constance might not enjoy it but the Mexican fans are, sitting on the edge of their seat as Kennedy and Prime almost seem to be having a wordless conversation with each other. It would appear even with this wordless conversation it is getting the two of them nowhere and fast. Neither one paying any mind to Rice and Mortell near by, every few seconds one rushing forward and cracking a forearm strike over the other’s face only for the other to copy the same process, and repeat! T-Bird merely watches the chaos that is going on, noticing Nightmare in trouble yet not helping her former on-air lover in his time of need.

CL: Jim might’ve gotten rid of Blond but now he’s still got Daisuke and Shaun to worry about, and they’re cutting down that old oak tree with kicks!

CM: Yes! Look at that! Elrick and Crackerjack are literally strangling each other! This is almost as orgasmic as Hardcore Sex’s beat down on Nightmare!

JH: A bigger story is a sneak peak at another round between the Hellcat Division’s top stars, Jaime and Roxie rolling around on the floor & Jaime trying to hammer Roxie’s face in as Roxie tries to cave in her skull!

Hardcore Sex has had their fun with the veteran and now Felix crouches down, and throws Nightmare’s arms over his knees & locks in a camel clutch! Steve adds to the pain by dropping down and grabs Nightmare’s legs, locking him into a boston crab too & he taps, screaming in pain! Far on the other side of the cage is Crackerjack and Elrick, both trying to crush the others throat and Jack gains the advantage by throwing Elrick into the cage! While Roxie throws Jaime’s head against the floor, Jaime kneeing her and rolling on top to start throwing out closed fist punches that de-pretty Galanoochie’s face in a hurry!

CM: Buwhahaha, that’s nearly as great as Rice and Mortell going at it!

JH: Nightmare’s out of here, and at this rate we’ll have thinned out the match in a hurry!

CL: Drake and Ethan could be out here soon, maybe then Kennedy and Prime might fucking DO some thing! Mean while Jim looks pissed now.


MA: Nightmare has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Liam fires off another forearm only for Grant to come back and return the favor, sending Mortell stumbling backwards at a rapid pace. He stumbles right into T-Bird who throws a punch for that only for Mortell to catch it and lock her right into the ATC, and after a little struggling she taps! O’Brien gets nearly double team suplexed by the Zaibatsu duo only for him to double suplex the two of them straight out of their wrestling boots, figuratively! Whatever is going on between FIW’s Leading Lady and FIW’s Adonis, it seems the talks have turned hostile by the expressions on both of their faces.

JH: Crackerjack’s got Elrick straight off of the ground and is strangling him!

CL: Mean while Jaime’s put Roxie down for now and seems to be looking for a fight.

CM: Ninja and Adam are still going at it with that kendo stick, you’d think they’d get tired of cat and mouse! Saaaay…what’s Hardcore Sex doing?


MA: T-Bird has been ELIMINATED~!!!


What Hardcore Sex are doing is jumping Kennedy and Prime, Felix looks a bit sad over the fact he’s just jumped his idol though Steve yells at him & he lays the boots into her. Narrowly dodging the kendo stick again, Adam finds it lodged into the cage and Ninja charges right at him…only to get a punch right to the throat! Neither Daisuke nor Shaun notices Jaime sneaking up on them till she spins Shaun around and hits him with a spinning roundhouse kick! Leaving Daisuke wide open to get scooped up in a gorilla press by Jim and tossed face first into the dome like cage, bouncing off of it in a heap! Kicking at Jack, slowly but surely Elrick wears down the monster and finally is freed from his lifted strangle hold.

CL: Damn! Jaime just kicked Shaun’s head off! And, speaking of Hellcats, looks like Kennedy and Prime are trying to fight back against Hardcore Sex!

CM: Rice is back on Liam’s case too with more shots!

JH: There is no henchmen left to help him, Daisuke Tanaka’s alone against Jim O’Brien! And, Adam goes for a cheap shot on Ninja to keep him subdued!


MA: Shaun Wilson has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Free from the clutches of Crackerjack, Elrick punts him in the face and when he’s down turns his sights else where and hurries over to behind him, unleashing a dragon suplex on Liam! Without fail he floats over and locks him into the cobra clutch stretch, for a while Mortell holds out but his bad shoulder gives way and he’s forced to tap out! Rice is fine with hammering on Crackerjack instead as they near by the rallying back Kennedy & Prime. Steadily they get back up to their fight and start punching back, Felix trying to persuade Kennedy not to fight and gives the peace sign only to get punched in the teeth for his efforts!

CM: Pain Killer~! And, Jim is tossing Daisuke around like a child and keeps tossing him into the cage!

JH: Roxie’s stirring and Jaime is looking around for a fight, they might not be over yet!

CL: Damn, we’re past having half of the total roster amount in there!


MA: Liam Mortell has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Jaime finds her challenge when she nails raised double knees to the back of Steve’s left arm, and shortly there after locks Patterson’s arm into a fujiwara armbar & he taps! Now cornered, Felix tries to talk his way out of the beat down that’s coming to him from Kennedy & Prime to no avail. O’Brien soon met by a force that does stop his abuse of Daisuke, Roxie who’s leapt onto his back and starts pounding on his head as hard as she can! Crackerjack & Rice brawling around the confinement barely notice the Hype hammering away on Ninja with a pair of brass knuckles!

JH: Jaime’s starting to catch on fire with these eliminations! And…is Roxie saving Daisuke?!

CL: Guess she’s trying to be helpful.

CM: If I were Crackerjack and Grant I’d watch out, Elrick is chasing after them!


MA: Steve Patterson has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Kennedy & Prime nearly leap at the tag champion who dives out of the way, scurrying away and stumbling upon the fallen carcass of Tanaka. With a smirk he locks in his very special variation of the texas cloverleaf, and without fail the worn out Crow taps out to the hold! While this is going on Jim is thrashing his body about, causing Roxie’s body to swing about on his back as she holds onto him for dear life and sinks her nails into him! It is about this time that Jaime notices the going ons between Adam and Ninja, freezing where she stands and watching it like a deer caught in the headlights.

CL: Fuck! Daisuke was robbed!

CM: I’d get off Jim if I were Roxie…

JH: Looks like things are imploding between Kennedy and Prime!


MA: Daisuke Tanaka has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Jaime stands there for a few moments, biting her lip as she watches Wilson pound Ninja’s face into hamburger and eventually opts…to move on to else where! While Rice, Crackerjack and Elrick are clashing steel chairs with each other like they were swords of some kind, back and fourth they go! Kennedy and Prime are flat out arguing with each other, and the big man shoves her in a moment of frustration and…she slaps the taste out of his mouth! Jim finally catching Galanoochie and O’Brien throws her over his shoulder in a modified and possibly biggest ever snapmare seen in professional wrestling!

CM: Ha! Jaime didn’t save Ninja ‘cause he’s a LOSER!

JH: Or, it’s every person for himself or herself and as much as Jaime may want to, she knows she can’t.

CL: Felix is giving us a little dance number that resembles a strip tease over his eliminating Daisuke…don’t think the Mexican fans are enjoying it.

Roxie staggers up to her feet only to have an arm wrap around her head, and Lee leaps up and pushes off of the cage in a modified springboard bulldog to the floor! As this is going on O’Brien almost takes Arroyo’s head off with a lariat that sends him spinning through the air a few times! Eventually in their chair fight, Jack bats Elrick’s chair out of his hands and drops his own, charging forward and locking in his trademark bearhug! Rice tries to save his comrade with a chair shot to the back that Jack ignores and Elrick’s forced to tap out!

JH: What’s going to happen…I don’t know if I like that look on Prime’s face, Kennedy might want to think of getting away while she still can!

CL: While Adam is still pounding on Ninja who looks just about knocked out, and hopefully starts bleeding.

CM: Darn! Crackerjack took that shot straight to the back, talk about a beast!


MA: Elrick and Roxie Galanoochie have been ELIMINATED~!!!


Kennedy and Prime stare off, the gigantic man bringing up a hand as if ready to slap her right back yet he holds it up there for several moments without bringing it down. Felix actually manages to belly to belly suplex O’Brien over his head and sends the monster straight into the back of Prime unknowingly! Which results in one of the largest men on the FIW roster collide with Kennedy, and squashing her up against the steel cage to gasps! Prime backs away and watches Kennedy crumble to the floor, unsure and shocked over what’s just happened to FIW’s Leading Lady and that…it’s his fault!

CL: Hmm, pressed up against Prime, bet that’s a familiar position for her…

CM: Nooooo! Kennedy! I think I might have to do a run in!

JH: You’re not going any where, sit down! And, oh! Ninja’s fighting back!

Hitchen is correct; EN #2 is elbowing Wilson in the midsection and ends up grabbing a stop sign from the cage’s wall to bash over his foe’s head! Kiddy corner to them Jack turns around and takes a direct shot to the head from Rice’s steel chair and isn’t phased at all! He takes another steel chair shot, and a third, and a fourth and he’s still standing some how and some way defying all logic! Rice goes for a fifth however Crackerjack ducks underneath it and bats the chair out of Grant’s hands, locking him in the bearhug & much like Elrick, Grant taps!

CM: Man! We’re down to the final eight!

JH: Indeed, two more and then Drake and Ethan will be released onto the match!

CL: That stop sign shot left Adam fucking loopy!


MA: Grant Rice has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Adam in his out of it state manages to free the kendo stick; he points it threateningly at Ninja and blindly runs towards him swinging wildly. Extreme Ninja #2 side steps the dazed Hype, not even realizing that Jaime was coming up behind him and the kendo stick cracks her over the head! Lee falls in a heap on the floor and Wilson stares down at her, not quite sure what he’s done by the out of it look on his face as he stares at her fallen form. Unfortunately for him, Ninja knows, and sweeps his legs out from under him and quickly shining stomps a steel chair right onto the top of Adam’s skull!

JH: Mother of god! Adam Wilson just struck Jaime Lee with a kendo stick on the temple!

CL: Forget that, Ninja just about killed Adam with a steel chair and his “I STEP ON YOU” finisher!

CM: Forget all of that, Jim and Kennedy are stirring!


MA: Jaime Lee and Adam Wilson have been ELIMINATED~!!!


Prime is so flustered he doesn’t bother to look behind him till Felix is already long gone, and this results in the obvious assumption, only Jim’s there and getting up. Snatching up a near by trash can, FIW’s Adonis greets the return of the Monster of FIW with a can shot to the forehead! Stumbling and staggering, Jim is left wide open for a second one as the two start going further away from the stirring Kennedy who is slowly getting to her feet. Ninja hardly notices Arroyo sneaking up on him until he’s got him set up and hits the pumphandle suplex on him, shortly followed by the modified anaconda vice & a tap out!

CL: Prostate Exam and Quality Time give Arroyo another elimination!

CM: Good thing too as Kennedy seems to be zeroing in on him.

JH: Crackerjack seems to be actually trying to catch his breath with all of this going on too!

There isn’t even enough time for Felix to get up to his feet when baseball bat meets the back of his skull, thanks to one pissed off Kennedy Sommers. Kennedy lays in several boots to him and even shows off a little, performing a standing moonsault onto the Hardcore Sex member! Relentless is his attack, Prime keeps driving the trash can into the cranium of Jim and a few small trickles of blood start to form on his forehead! O’Brien stays on his feet and tries to will his body to stay that way despite the numerous trash can shots he’s taking!

CM: Mmmhmmm…Kennedy…

JH: Oh, will you stop! And, jeez! Jim’s gonna lose some brain cells at this rate!

CL: Looks like Prime’s venting the frustration that’s built up for him this entire night!

Grabbing the steel chair discarded by Ninja earlier, Kennedy lifts it up and drives the end of it straight down onto Arroyo’s wind pipe to a collective cringe from the audience! It leaves Felix gasping and gagging for air when she picks him up briefly, and locks him into the rear naked choke that he taps out immediately to! On spaghetti legs, O’Brien insanely actually waves on the man of fairly equal size to him to hit him again with the trash can! Prime is happy to oblige yet this time Jim catches it, the two titans struggling over control of the trash can in their part of the ring as another monster nears…

JH: Kennedy almost crushed Felix Arroyo’s throat just then!

CL: Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned…

CM: I think Jim O’Brien is officially one of those crazy old guys that wears nothing in the winter to get the mail.


MA: Felix Arroyo has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Suddenly the glass door on Ethan’s holding cell opens and the one on Drake’s is about to when Love kicks the door into a million pieces, shattering it! Stepping out through the glass on the opposite side of the ring as Adams, the two look over the scene and Drake is he first to strike…clipping Crackerjack’s knees! Ethan stays back and watches as Kennedy nears the Jim & Prime situation, jumping up and hitting a dropkick on O’Brien’s back! With the struggle ended and Jim left to scramble up to his feet, Sommers gives Prime some food for thought by drilling him in the face with a elbow strike!

CL: And the two are out of their holding cells!

CM: Drake’s already going after Crackerjack!

JH: I’m not sure how smart of an idea that is, Jack just finished resting up!

Drake stomps on the aching knee a few times, and grabs the monster’s leg and lifts it up before slamming it down against the floor as hard as he can! While Ethan makes his mark by running over and hitting a double knees drop to the back of Jim O’Brien, making him howl in agony! Prime is overwhelmed by Kennedy’s assault of elbow strikes out of being pure shocked, and is soon backed into a corner of the cage with nowhere to go. Flustered, he roars and does the only thing he can think of and that’s push her away, sending her tumbling backwards in a ball!

CM: Pfft, Prime can be such a wuss.

JH: While I admit I find his emotions touching, it is every person for themselves…

CL: Drake and Ethan are two suave mother fuckers, they see their chances and snatch them up to try and make their names!

Going the extra mile, Love throws Jack’s leg repeatedly up against the steel cage and watches with a smug grin as the masked monster howls in pain over it. Adams wastes little time getting up and grabbing Jim’s legs, due to the sheer size differences he struggles greatly with them. Though he manages to lock in his waistlock boston crab without fail and wrenches back on it, the tired and bloody Jim screaming out & eventually tapping! Kennedy glares towards the big muscle man, getting back up to her feet and looking like she is quite insulted as if he’s treating her like a child or some thing.

JH: OH MY GOD! Ethan Adams just forced Jim O’Brien to submit to the Ego Stroke!

CL: He just beat a fucking former TNT Dual Crown Champion right there!

CM: Feh, submissions, Drake knows where it’s at.

Crackerjack throws a few punches to try and fend for himself though Drake carries on by dropping a fist drop down onto the banged up leg! Getting back up as fast as he can, Drake taunts to the crowd and gets a few jeers for his troubles & does a second fist drop to the leg! As Kennedy stalks back towards the massive giant, Ethan clips her off from the side with a roaring forearm that sends her back down to the ground! Immediately Adams starts stomping on her back and neck, kicking it a few times too as Prime watches on from afar.

CL: What the fuck is Prime doing?

CM: …Watching Ethan beat up Kennedy?

JH: He means, why isn’t he helping her?!

Adams picks up a near by fallen kendo stick and swings it a few times for practice, smirking as he cracks it across Kennedy’s back! Prime continues to stare and watch as Ethan lays in kendo stick shot after kendo stick shot on the Hellcat without any remorse whatsoever! Slowly yet surely the monster turns his back on the scene and starts walking away, heading towards the other two remaining in the match up! One of which, Drake Love, stops his abuse of Crackerjack’s leg long enough to notice Prime closing in on him.

CM: Prime walked away! Well, it is every man and woman for themselves!

JH: I have no idea what is going through Prime’s head right now!

CL: Probably all those other times he’s tried to be a gentleman for her and got flack from her about it.

Getting in one last nasty shot with the kendo stick, Ethan tosses it aside and grabs Kennedy’s legs, bringing her over into the waistlock boston crab! FIW’s Leading Lady bites her bottom lip and tries to fight out of it, even nearly reversing the submission maneuver to cheers! Yet Ethan plants his feet down and pulls back, the agony of the hold becoming too much and Kennedy finally taps out to the hold to a mixed reaction! Similar, Drake locks in the figure four leg lock quickly on Crackerjack and due to all the damage suffered, Jack taps!

JH: Just like that we’re down to the final three!

CL: Looks like Prime didn’t get there in time to save Crackerjack…not that he probably cared about him.

CM: Cooooooome on Drake!


MA: Kennedy and Crackerjack have been ELIMINATED~!!!


Both of the men that were inside the holding cells get back to their feet completely, Prime stuck in the middle and looking between the two in the large area they have to fight. Ethan is the first to make a move when he bolts towards FIW’s Adonis and leaps into the air for a flying cross body on the much larger man! A maneuver that fails him because Prime catches him, least till Drake slides in with a baseball sliding kick to the leg of Prime! That sends the behemoth and Adams toppling over to the floor on top of each other, Love smirking and pointing to his head to show he’s got brains.

CL: Yeah, yeah, you’re fucking smart Drake.

CM: I know! The man’s brilliant!

JH: Like always, Drake swoops in and picks at people like a vulture does with remains!

First thing the Career Killer does is stomp on the back of the head of Adams, doing it a few times to add insult to injury to the First Wonder of the World. Prime gets out from underneath Ethan’s body and looks ready to bust skulls when Love brings his arms up to stop him. The Milehigh Mad Man talks to his two time tag team partner, discussing some thing and The Evolution of Excellence seems to be mauling it over whatever it is. As this is going on Ethan starts to get back up to his feet, a little dazed from the stomps to the head he just took.

CM: Drake’s master mind at work yet again!

JH: What is he saying to Prime?!

CL: Don’t know but Prime seems to be listening!

FIW’s High Spot Sensation stumbles up to a vertical base only to get a double punch from Drake and Prime, and then hip tossed right into the dome cage’s side! Adams hits the steel tail bone first and cries out as he falls to the ground in a heap, Prime and Love nodding to each other. The goliath hoists up Ethan’s prone body and lifts him up over his head, bench pressing him before dropping him right into a front implant DDT from Love! The duo shares a high five and start lying in the boots to Adams, kicking him a few times in the kidneys for good measure too!

JH: My word! The Prime Press right into the Dragon DDT!

CL: They’re working together?! That’s…unusual…

CM: PRIMAL LOVE~! PRIMAL LOVE, BABY~!

After discussing it amidst themselves, Love drops down and wraps his arm around Ethan’s neck and soon has him locked into the front choke with arm trap. Without fail the Mile High Mad Man wraps his legs around Adams’ waist in a body scissors and rears back on the hold as much as he can. To add insult to injury, Prime starts stomping on the back of the High Spot Sensation, making it almost too much for him to endure through even more so! Desperately Ethan tries to figure out a way to escape the hold though eventually it is just too much for him to handle & he taps out to the submission maneuver!

CL: Colorado Clutch for the elimination win it would seem!

CM: Yes! Drake picks up another elimination!

JH: It is now down to two men, either Drake Love or Prime will be the man that faces the FIW Dual Crown Champion at Anarchy in the U.K.!


MA: Ethan Adams has been ELIMINATED~!!!


Bouncing back up to his feet from the elimination, Drake is greeted by his bigger buddy with a steel chair shot straight to the bald head of his! The Career Killer staggers backwards and tries to shake the cobwebs out when he is met with a second steel chair shot from Prime! A third chair shot sends him stumbling so far back that he topples over some thing and falls to the ground, leaving him wide open for another steel chair shot. FIW’s Evolution of Excellence thrusts downward with it and the steel chair is blocked…by the steel trash can Love toppled over!

CM: Hey! That’s the trash can Prime used earlier!

JH: And, thanks to his shots to Jim’s head, hardly looks like a trash can now!

CL: Still enough to help Drake!

Holding the steel chair back, Drake climbs back up onto his feet and then breaks the tie up, and swings the trash can as hard as he can towards the bigger man. Which connects and knocks the bigger man back, it leaves him wide open for a second trash can shot and this time to the cranium! Going for a third shot, Prime drives the steel chair into Love’s midsection and knocks the wind out of him, slamming it across his back not once or twice but three times! Tossing the steel chair aside, FIW’s Adonis picks up the slightly smaller man and wraps his arms around him, locking him into the full nelson submission!

JH: The full nelson! The full nelson! If Prime can get Drake to tap then he’s got a date with destiny!

CL: Tap you bastard, tap you bald bastard!

CM: Don’t tap Drake, just think of the children of America and what you can bring to them as the next FIW Dual Crown Champion!

In a fit of rage and pain the Mile High Mad Man screams and hoots, and howls as his arms and legs thrash about to try and free themselves from the hold! Prime keeps the hold cinched in and steadily applies more pressure with every passing moment, making it even more hell for Love! Drake eventually has enough, flinging his arm as best he can and whacking the behemoth in the head with the partially smashed steel trash can still in his hand! It dazes FIW’s Adonis and makes him sway a bit, giving the Career Killer a big red target to smack him over the head several more times with the trash can!

CL: Fuck! The Lex Luther wanna-be won’t die!

CM: Yes! Fight back Drake!

JH: Can he escape the hold?! Can he be the first person to escape Prime’s full nelson submission maneuver?!

Frantically Drake starts drilling the goliath’s cranium with the steel trash can, a disgusting ping of a noise with each shot that it takes from the trash can! To his credit, Prime holds his ground and tries to not falter any though starts to sway more and more with each shot he takes. At last, the Mile High Mad Man uses all of his power he can in this awkward position to smash the trash can over the head of FIW’s Adonis as hard as he can! His results is the trickle of blood that slowly starts growing larger and larger, especially with the added shots with the steel trash can he is giving it!

CM: Yes! Bust him open!

JH: Prime has a cri-

CL: BLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD~!!!

Gradually with each shot more blood flows from the forehead of the monster, and with every passing second his grasp on the hold starts to loosen and give slack. With more freedom for his arms, Love is able to more accurately strike down on the cut that is causing all of this blood. Even with the blood covering the back of his head, the Career Killer is grinning and keeps smacking Prime away as he starts to slump down from the blood loss. His hold is now so loose that the Mile High Mad Man is on the cusp of being freed from it at last, much to the chagrin of the fans in attendance!

JH: My word! Prime is bleeding in such a horrific way! I wouldn’t be surprised if he has to be rushed to the hospital from all this blood loss!

CL: It’s making a small puddle underneath them, remind me after the show to go over there and lick it up.

CM: …Eeeeeewwwwwwwwwww!

Perhaps it is the fans getting behind him or perhaps it is a certain set of feminine eyes that have returned to ringside and are watching him through the cage. Whatever the reason Prime bursts fourth full of energy suddenly, tightening his grasp on the hold even more so than it originally was! Drake howls out in agony alongside the behemoth’s roar of fury as he flings the slightly smaller man about, Drake shaking his head furiously as he howls out! Trying his hardest not to submit, the Mile High Mad Man ends up dropping his only weapon, the trash can and is left seemingly helpless in the arms of Prime…till he taps!


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


CL: Holy shit! Prime won!

CM: No! Drake! You were so close! …Darn it…

JH: Prime has done it! Prime has come full circle and found redemption!

MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner of the Two Thousand and Seven edition of the Full Intensity Wrestling Condemned Fetish Match and shall receive his match for the Full Intensity Wrestling Dual Crown Championship at Anarchy in the U.K. Two Thousand and Eight…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!!


Saliva explodes over the sound system and Prime releases his hold, both men almost collapsing from the abuse they just put their bodies through in the match. The cage is slowly lifted back up into the upper rafters of the arena, letting EMTs and officials rush to the two men’s aid. First they check on Drake Love and cart him out as the Evolution of Excellence sits there on his knees, his bloody facing staring down at the floor as the crimson drips off of it. It isn’t long before that crimson is mixed with water, tears streaming down and smearing the perfect red mask he was sporting moments ago.

CM: Drake was robbed!

JH: Quiet you, Prime has done seemingly the impossible and survived almost thirty other wrestlers to make it to this!

CL: Damn fucking straight.

FIW’s Adonis wobbly gets up to his feet and throws back his head, pumping his fists into the air to cheers from the Mexican fans as he smiles brightly. Looking around, a brief moment of disappointment crosses his features when he notices those feminine eyes & the rest of her body left already. Shrugging it off, the behemoth smiles in disbelief and continues to play to the crowd, and they in turn respond with a standing ovation for the goliath! Tony Clarke walks over and grabs the bigger man’s large arm, and raises it into the arm as more tears start over coming him & cameras go off every where.

JH: Prime has been through a helluva year, and he’s taken many blows to his career though he’s bounced back and I know…wherever he is…Max Midas is looking down on Prime, proud of him.

CL: Fuck, I like Prime and all…but gag, did you have to do that sappy shit Hitchen?

CM: Well I th-

Whatever’s on Chip’s mind is never made known because Saliva is replaced with a song heard earlier in the evening, the “My Violent Heart” remix. Prime’s eyes immediately find the entrance stage where two figures walk out onto it, one of which has two championships around his waist. Politely and genuinely Kiyoshi Nakahata is applauding the efforts of his fellow wrestler with a, unusual for him, smile on his normally stone like features. While FIW’s Morning Star grins from ear to ear and holds up four fingers, mouthing the words “In just four months” at Prime.

CL: What are those fuckers doing out here?!

CM: Looks like they are here to congratulate Prime on his victory!

JH: Kiyoshi and Onikage may be sending a message to Kiyoshi’s future challenger but Kiyoshi’s first got to make it past our tour of Japan before he meets Prime at Anarchy in the U.K.!

CL: With Hutch and Kennedy alone in line for title contendership, and Kitten’s rematch clause…I don’t think the fucking Reject has it in him to survive. In either case we’re all out of time now, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week on FX and SkySports for ReVolt…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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