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ReVolt; 12-14-07
Topic Started: Dec 15 2007, 10:58 AM (227 Views)
Kryten Shards
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[align=center]The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal

With the bass
The rock
The mic
The treble

I like my coffee black just like my metal 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because the break
The break
THE BREAK

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

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

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

I can't wait for you to shut me up
SHUT. IT. UP.
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[align=center]
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Copyright 2007, Full Intensity Wrestling in associate with Sporkco. Studios[/align]
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Kryten Shards
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CL: Well lets get this crap over.

JH: You don’t even know…

CM: It’s women, so it’s crap, lets prey for a quick one.

CL: Oh Chip, you don’t need to prey for you to be quick, your boyfriend said your Mr. In and out.

[align=center]I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I am getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
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MA: The following match is a welcome back to FIW match, first hailing from a place where rpin’ isn’t needed, weighing in at I have no clue… Rory Von Drachenberg!

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

CL: *Yawns*

JH: I can’t really quote on her.

The lights just enough as the music of "Bleed it out" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The camera focuses on the Tron viewing the bright golden lights that soon flash to a black griffin. Pulling out as the lyrics start out the Winged Feline comes from the back bouncing the music. The crowd has mixed feelings for the young female before them as some cheer and others boo.

MA: And her opponent! Returning to FIW! Hailing from Atlanta, GA, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds! TTTTTTEEEEEEE-BBBBBBBBYYYYYYYRRRRRDDDDDDD!!!!

She comes to the edge crossing her legs and then her arms above her head with her hands in a fist. Sparks light up around her as the chorus picks up. In a dash T-Bird pulls from her position and down the ramp down to the ring. She slides under the ropes and hops to the first turnbuckle pulling the ribbon from her hair. She shakes her head trying to get more of the crowd to cheer as she hops down pulling off the coat and gets ready for her match.

JH: I’m happy to see her back.

CM: That’s cause you’re an idiot.

CL: Or because unlike Chip, you like women.

CM: Oh shut up.

Fuzz moves towards Rory checking her, but soon enough, T-Bird seems not really ready to wait and she’s charges and SMASHES! Rory into the corner with a elevated knee, before then hooking Rory’s head and running before slamming it to the canvas with a bulldog, making Fuzz starts the match officially as the fans give Tee a mixed reaction. She ignores as she stands and looks down at Rory before running, spring boarding off the second rope with a corkscrew senton, landing right on Rory with pin point accuracy.

JH: T-Bird is dominating.

CM: Running riot more like, but still not impressed.

Tanya stands to her feet once again, looking down at the fallen and already battered Rory before her before kicking her in the back, then standing away and preparing for something as she stands near the ropes, Rory on cue actually gains some footing before turning to Tanya but all she gets is a face full of foot as Tanya LEAPS and connects with a jumping Enziguiri before quickly gaining her feet again and catching Rory who’s reeling into the ropes with a Vicious standing STO!

JH: Bloody Talon!

CM: No bloody women, we want men.

CL: Speak for yourself there…

JH: T-Bird’s going up top.

Indeed she does, looking towards the downed Rory before moving to the top rope, jumping up she then spreads her arms like a bird and then LEAPS! Gaining quite some air time before executing a beautiful Swanton bomb, crushing Rory underneath her, but Tanya stands after executing it, waiting, preying for Rory to get up as she signals for something with a maniacal grin on her face.

JH: Soaring Sorrow! But she’s not done?

Tanya awaits Rory, who uses the ropes to climb to her feet, turning she gets a boot to the gut then is locked in a front chancery, before Tanya SNAPS! Down into a DDT but keeps Rory’s head locked in with a Guillotine choke! Choking the life out of hr and screaming “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Rory seems to not wanna tap though as Tanya keeps on wrenching away, really showing a mean streak in herself.

CM: Just tap ya silly women.

CL: Yeah Chip wants men.

CM: No, shut up will you.

JH: Tanya’s really wrenching away there, Fuzz better check on Rory.

On cue he indeed does, checking on Rory he asks does she quit but she actually seems out cold so Fuzz raises her arm once… it drops.

[align=center]ONE![/align]

He raises her hand again, T-Bird keep and wrenching the guillotine choke more and more, the hand drops!

[align=center]TWO![/align]

The hand is raised once more this time it drops Tee has one but that is obvious by now as Tanya still wrenches away unmercifully.

[align=center]THREE!

DING!
DING!
DING!
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Fuzz calls for the bell, but Tanya keeps the choke in, really just wrenching Rory’s head so much it’s almost popping out of the neck, Fuzz tries tog et her to release but he can’t as he calls for other referee’s n security to help him as “Bleed it out” begins to play!

MA: Your Winner! VIA Technical Knock-Out!! TTTTTTEEEEEEE-BBBBBBBBYYYYYYYRRRRRDDDDDDD!!!!

Tanya keeps on wrenching Rory’s head to all hell before finally two referee’s break her off Rory only to be shoved away and even one slapped as Tanya slides out of the ring, looking highly satisfied.

JH: T-Bird I believe has made quite a statement.

CM: Not really, so what’s next?

As T-Bird walks up the ramp, she makes a Title taunt around her waist before making her leave backstage.

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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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, dressed in an FIW t-shirt promoting their tour of Japan, black carpenter jeans and brown shoes, throwing up the Revolution 'R' as soon as he's on the main stage, sending a roar throughout the M-Wave.

MA: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the M-Wave...NNNNNNNNNNIGHTMARE!!!!!!"

Nightmare heads for the ring now, tagging hands as he goes, and gets tossed a microphone as soon as he gets up on the apron, stepping through the ropes and heading for one turnbuckle where he raises his arms high for the Japanese faithful, camera flashes washing all over him as he accepts the cheers. Once the noise level is high where he likes it, he steps down and walks to the center of the ring, looking around as the strobes fade away before beginning to speak.

CM: Please, for the love of God, announce your retirement.

JH: Be silent, Chip! That will be a sad day for pro wrestling when the Dark Knight hangs his boots up.

Nightmare: "FIW, I have to say...I'm coming off of Violence Fetish and coming into Nagano and the M-Wave...extremely pleased with my work so far. I succeeded despite the fact that I lost inside the Condemned Fetish Cage for the second year in a row. I ended my losing streak by pinning a phenomenal competitor in Nick Allen during the pre-show, and after I beat him, FIW...I now feel as though it's time to take more steps in this path I've been walking down. It's time to bring this momentum to a fevered pitch."

CM: What are you gonna' do? Try to lose 2 matches at a time now?

JH: Shut UP, Chip!

Nightmare now heads for the side of the ring where the entryway is and leans on the top rope, his hand that's holding the mic dangling over the top as he speaks.

Nightmare: "You see, FIW, I've decided I'm going to start from the very bottom. The old Nightmare..expected to be rocketed right up to the top. Play with the big boys right outta' the gate. Not this time though, you see, I, the new Nightmare, the Dark Knight, am going to start from the bottom and fight my way to the top. I'm going to EARN the opportunity to play with the big boys, I'm going to EARN my place at the top, however forcefully I have to do it. So it's with that, that I am announcing my intention as of right now to enter the FIW Flycore Division!"

A big pop erupts from the crowd, as Nightmare nods solemnly, looking as pleased as the Dark Knight can about the reaction.

JH: Wow, that's big! Nightmare in effect has made a little FIW history, if his intentions are granted he will be by far the largest Flycore Division competitor in FIW history! It will truly be no limits once the Dark Knight is in there!

CM: Are you kidding? Nightmare's gonna' look like a plodding gorilla in there!

Nightmare is speaking again now, the Dark Knight pacing around the ring as he speaks, going to each turnbuckle and accentuating his words with the proper gestures.

Nightmare: "I know what my critics will say. That I'm too heavy to be a Flycore wrestler. That I'm too much ground and pound and not enough flash and flair. But just as I have done for the past five plus years I've been here, I, the Dark Knight will innovate as I have never before, I will..RESHAPE the Flycore Division as I see fit. And when my work is complete, legions, I will reign supreme as Flycore Champion. Yes, I said it, I intend to win the Flycore Title. I know somewhere, Shaun Wilson is laughing his ass off at me, ready to say in as many variations as possible that I am out of his league and that he can run circles around me. News flash, Shaun: Everyone runs the same speed when they hit a brick wall. And when I catch you, and I do knock you down, rest assured you will STAY down."

He pauses for a moment by virtue of a sentence break, Nightmare walking back to the other side of the ring, all the fans captivated now by his words.

Nightmare: "I am going to do whatever I have to do to ensure that I get a title match with you, Shaun, because I need to put you in your place, I need to knock you down another peg, I need to prove to YOU that you are not the cream of the crop that you think you are. That you lack the maturity, the experience, the ego check, and most of all the REALITY check required of you to be in the position you are. And if you don't believe me now, Shaun...when I get a title shot, you bet your African American Whoopass Machine ass that you WILL find out. Prepare yourself, and prepare the Flycore Division...because your nightmares are about to begin very, very soon."

JH: This is the beginning of a new chapter in the career of Nightmare, and in the Flycore Division, because the Dark Knight is about to start his quest to reign supreme over the most innovative and fearless wrestlers on the planet!

CM: Fucking shoot me now..

CL: Glad to oblige. Hold on, Jonathan, let me get my gun..

CM: *sees Conse draw a pistol* Wait! CONSTANCE! AAACK!

CL: Phaha. Pussy. It's a water pistol, dumbass. I used to get Sybil with that allll the time..

Nightmare lays the mic down in the middle of the ring now, "Before I Forget" reprising as the newest member of the Flycore division heads for the buckle and climbs up on the ropes, throwing his fists up in a proud pose of defiance, roaring out to his wildly cheering Japanese constituence, yelling at them that he WILL be the Flycore Champion soon, 'whatever it takes!'. And that's the scene we cut to commercial on.
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Kryten Shards
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MA: The follwing contes is a tag team match and will be officiated under standard tag team rules...

The house lights fade into darkness, sending a quiet murmur throughout the arena. Heavy drum beats spark the stage lights to life, the rainbow of strobes following as the vocals of “Burn” by the Luchagors kick into the PA system. Jaime skips out onto the stage shortly after, playfully flipping her hair up before raising her arms above her head. She trots down the stairs, continuing to skip down towards the ring, grinning and slapping hands of the front row fans along the way.

MA: First, Making her way to the ring from Ohio… JAAAAYYYMMMMEEE LLLLLEEEE!!!

JH: Now here's a young lady that my heart just goes out to. Trouble in every direction, but she still manages to smile in spite of it all. A real gamer to say the least, guys.

CM: Ya that, or maybe she just hasn't got a clue!

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

Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a bango drums pound over the speakers.

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

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


”The Champ is Here” starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “Got some bling baby!” Then proceeds to undo his robe to reveal the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship is resting around his waist.

[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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MA: And her partner... Hailing from Detroit Michigan... EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TWOOOOOOOO!

CL: You wanna talk about a guy who doesn't have a clue, how about Extreme Ninja and those smothered feelings of his? Does he really think he's hiding anything from us all?

JH: I think what's important, Constance, is that Jaime Lee is kept in the dark with regards to his true feelings for her. Nothing complicates a relationship more than uncommon emotions.

CM: Yup, that's Jaime all over... one dim bulb.

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]It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE

It's DARE
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This quick introduction can only mean one things as Roxie Galanoochie takes to the stage. Forgoing the pleasantries of a dance, Roxie walks down the stairs and starts off towards the ring. Blue and white strobes enshrine her as she ignores all calls from the fans whether they be the verbal cat call or the extended hand for a hand slap. Such an unpleasant actions seems funny to her as she smiles.

[align=center] that's what you do it baby
Hold it down there

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you were there yourself
work it out
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MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

CM: I spoke too soon! This bulb aint dim... it's burnt!

CL: Gotta agree with you there, Chip... Roxie Galanoochie is a few ornaments short of a Christmas tree! Did you see all that nonsense with the Christmas cards?

CM: See it? Hell, I was inspired! By the way... keep an eye out for your FIW Superstar Christmas card from me... available now in FIW Shopzine, hint-hint.

Roxie reaches up grabbing hold of the middle rope and places her left knee up on the apron before pushing up on the right foot to get the other knee up there as well. Up on the apron, Roxie releases the middle rope and slides her head under it as her right knee joins in as well. Roxie remains straddling the bottom rope to take the moment to laugh out at the fans wanting to see her fall once again. Roxie lifts in her left leg and crawls around for a few seconds along the ropes before using the corner turnbuckle to pull herself up first to her knees. Roxie takes another moment to look through the crowd a smile etched on her face until she suddenly spins around, kicks out her legs, and takes a seated position in the corner.

[align=center] It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
[/align]

Roxie remains seated for a moment bobbing her head along with the beat until finally pulling herself up to her feet using the top rope. It’s a slow movement that gives a mighty fine arch in her favour. So mighty in fact that when she releases the rope and rears forward the momentum buildup is enough to get in a decent cartwheel that Roxie ends by shooting both arms in the air, fists clenched, letting out a refreshing smile of self approving accomplishment. It’s then that the music fades out and lights resume to normal velocity.

CM: Now here's an entrance I dig...

Befire music even plays, Daisuke Tanake charges from the back and slides into the ring, B-lining straight for Ninja...

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

Sound of the bell and it's Daisuke and Ninja in for their respective teams. Wasting little time, both Ninja and Daisuke charge into a tie and jock for position. Though it's hard to tell, Ninja has a slight weight advantage and therfore powers a little more leverage over Daisuke and drags him into a Side-Head-Lock. Ninja looks to his corner, maybe for some support and finds some... er, in a round-about way as Jaime Lee shouts for Ninja to pay attention... too late!

JH: Ninja tossing a looks Jaime Lees way and that momentary distraction is enough for Daisuke to slip out and-

CL: ENZUGIRI!

Indeed... as soon as Ninja lost head-lock commitment, Daisuke had slipped out and clipped Ninja with a DECAPITATING ENZUGIRI! Now on his belly, Ninja palms the back of his head and crawls to his hands and knees in time to EAT DAISUKES BOOTS as the Crow drops the bottom out with a Basement Dropkick! The shot sprawls Ninja out flat and the Crow smells blood. Quicker then a hic-up, Daiuke slides in and rolls Ninja ver into an Arm Bar! The Extreme One fights the submission as best he can, but a little help from Jaime Lee ensures no tappage.

JH: Jaime Lee's in and breaks the submission on Ninja.

CM: Man... you know you're in rough shape when a chick has to come bail you out!

CL: Let's not forget one simple fact here, Chip... any submission, no matter how simple, is still dangerous when administered by Tanaka. Looks to me like Ninja's just found out what Jaime Lee obviously knew!

With the referee chastising Lee, Daisuke takes the oppertunity for a little thuggery. Raises his opened hand high above his head, he brings it down hard and wraps it around Ninjas throat with a Blatant Choke. As Ninja kicks and fights, Daisuke leans down on his arm and forces all his weight against Ninjas voice box! Ninja's finally able to rip Dasiukes arm from his throat after a few well places shts to the head and both men are feeling the effects of the exchange. Ninja rubs at his throat while Dasiuke palms his forehead. Meanwhile, Jaime Lee's near falling in the ring reaching for a tag. Ninja's more than eager to oblige as he leans back and tags Jaime in. The Hellcat champion is all hellfire and brimstone as she bounds over the top rope and RUNS DASIUKE OVER while PLOWING her knee right into his face!

CL: Sweet Santas beard! Daisuke didn't even have time to get his hands up!

CM: Yea, he swallowed some teeth for sure!

JH: And she's going right for Roxie! There's someting in the Hellcat Champions tonight, fellahs!

Jaime has the crowd roaring as she pounds Roxie from the apron with a JAW BREAKING Running Forearm! She immediately turns her attention to Daisuke who's still on his knees and holding his face. This time it's Jaime who drops the bottom out with her own Basement Dropkick to the back of Dasiukes head! The impact blasts him right onto his face... the Crow has two owies now!

JH: Luckily for Dasiuke, his hand was covering his face! The sheer force from that Dropkick was enough, but that impact could have very well broken his nose!

CM: Too bad... I want BLOOD!

Jaime is a woman posessed, and is clearly without compassion at the moment! Measuring Daisuke from behind, Jaime readies herself for something big. Just as Daisuke wobbles back to his feet...

CL: Turn the Beat Arou-NO! LEG TRIP COUNTER!

Call it luck or whatever you like, the Crow yanks Jaimes legs our from underneath and brings her down onto her back. Jaime lays and looks winded as Daisuke holds onto her ankles and rolls Lee to her belly, sinching back with a Boston Crab. The Crow then leans bacl as far as he can go while sitting low on Lee back! The pain is unbearable!

CL: Remember what I said about the Crow and his talent for submission?

CM: Whatever... everyone knows you can't makes friends with sumbission holds.

Gritting through the pain, Jaime pushes up from the mat and tries to crawl toward the ropes, but with the leverage Daisuke has with the Bostom Crab, it's near hopless... that is until Ninja returns Jaimes favor! Rebounding off the ropes, it's Ninjas turn to nearly DECAPITATE Daisuke with an Enzugiri of his own! Daisukes' face bounces off the mat again... not a good night to be the Crows nose as Ninja, ignoring the refs demands, helps Jaime to her feet. But what they miss, because Ninja's too busy asking Lee if she's alright, is the tag Tanaka makes to Galanoochie who's looking none too happy at the moment, TIme for a little payback!

JH: Tanaka tags in Roxie and-DEAR SWEET LORD! What a Double Clothesline!

Roxie charges right into the ring and BLASTS both Ninja and Jaime with both arms! Team Extremely Sexy is looking Extremely Dominated at the moment as Galanoochie lays boots to both Ninja and Lee! Daisuke gets in on the action and eventually the pair eject Ninja from the ring with a Double Irish Whip with enough velocity on it to send him tumbling over the top rope! Now it's just Lee and two would-be aggressors!

JH: C'mon ref! It's two on one in there!

CM: Hey... Jaime Lee wants to play rough tonight? I guarantee you Tanaka and Galanoochie are going to show her just how rough they can play too!

Indeed they do. Hauling Jaime from the mar, Daisuke goes behind and hooks both her arms leaving her prone to Roxies evil bidding. Talking a little trash at first, Roxie smiles sinister like, hauls off, and lays palm to Jaimes face with a skin-reddening slap!

CM: ME-YOW!

The slap does little more then infuriate the helpless Lee as Roxie talks a little more trash. Another slap rings out in the arena, but this time it's compliments of a breath-stealing Chop right across Jaimes chest... and then another... and another! FInally, Daisuke shoves Jaime from his arm-lock and lets Hellfire Champion stagger away and straight into a right hand thrown by Galanoochie!

CL: Right on the button! You can't get a cleaner shot than that!

JH: Could be enough to put Jaime Lee away too! Cover!

[align=center]ONE!
TWO!
THRE-JAIME KICKS OUT!
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Galanoochie can hardly believe it! She first stares down at Lee with denial but then a face-twisting contempt takes over and she hauls the championship-less champion from the mat by her own hair. Jaime stands on spaghetti legs as Roxie talks a little more trash before popping her hip and shooting her leg stright out... and into the waiting arms of Jaime Lee! Immediatelt Jaimes sweeps around and kicks Roxies legs out from underneath! The Hellcat Champion is then on top of Galanoochie and pounding anything that moves!

CL: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

CM: ... um...

Stunned at first, Daisuke rushes in and tears Lee from above Galanoochie. While the referee attends to Roxie, Jaime has ample oppertunity to rid herself of Tanaka... with a swift shot to the pills! Jaimes' heel meets Tanakas' wee Tanakas and sends the man yelping. He spins about in wild circles and eventually stops in time to catch sight of Ninja who has since climbed back into the ring and is now soaring through the air and coming at Daisuke Cross Body style. CONTACT! Ninja flattens Daisuke and rolls him out of the ring while Jaime measures Roxie up.

CL: Jaime's coiled and ready... all she needs is a target!

Roxie slowly staggers to her feet and...

CL: TURN THE BEAT AROUND!

A shot so hard it sends Roxie toppling through the ropes and landing in a heap on the outside. Frustrated, Jaime glares down at Roxie while talking a little trash of her own. Gads... something's in Jaime Lee for certain! But what she doesn't see is Daisuke, who's since battled Ninja off, slide into the ring. He comes up from behind and heeves her up and over the ropes as well! Now both Lee and Galanoochie and piled up on the outside! Ninja comes barreling into the ring, looking to the Crow down with something hastey, but Daisuke squats and sends Ninja up, over, and down with a Shoulder Toss! Ninja lands right on top of the Hellcat pile-up. Immediately, damning his own injuries, Ninja checks on Jaime. He hovers over her for so long that she eventually has to push him away just to get to her feet... no good though because here comes Daisuke who catapults himself over the top rope and comes down on top of Lee and Ninja with a Body Press!

CM: Things are really piling up here, huh guys?!

CL: And they call me sick..?

The best for wear, Daisuke helps Roxie to her feet and aids her around the ring close to their home corner. He slides her into the ring and makes a blind tag. Roxie rolls out of the ring and down the floor. Daisuke then tries to take advantage of the oppertunity he had single-handedly created and rolls Jaime into the ring and makes a quick cover.

[align=center]ONE!
TWO! THRE-NINJA WITH THE SAVE!
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JH: Extreme Ninja, at the very last second, back into the ring and drops the elbow on Tanak to break the cover!

More frustrated than phased, Daisuke shoves Ninja backward and follows up with a clotheslines... or at least he was hoping for a clothesline! Instead, Ninja ducks underneath and forces Daisuke down hard with a head-bouncinf STO! Ninja then leaps onto the bottom turnbuckle and pauses while looking at the fans who immediately begin to mark out... and he then looks at Jaime. Was the the wink and gun?! Springboard... Moonsault from the bottom rope! And again from the middle. One more time... a HUGE Moonsault from the top rope smooshes all of the wind from Daisukes body as the crowd roars and applauds Ninja. He takes bt a moment to salute the crowd before he helps Jaime to her feet. As soon as she gains her senses, she shoves Ninja aside, charges and...

CL: STARDUST! STARDUST! STARDUST!

JH: Good God, Daisuke Tanaka musn't have a breath left in his body!

CM: And he's flat as a pancake to boot!

Jaime Lee hooks Daisukes leg while Ninja spots Roxie and baseball slides a Dropkick right to her chest before she's even up on the apron! The ref leaps into place and makes the count...

[align=center]ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING
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MA: Your winners of the match... Jaime Lee and Extreme Ninja Number Two, TEAM EXTREEEEEMELY SEXYYYYYYYY!

Jaime peels herself from Daisukes body as Ninja slides back into the ring to celebrate with Lee. She walks his way, and as Ninja waits with open arms... she breezes past and climbs the corner instead. Ninja tries his best to hide his mistake by tossing his hands in the air and giving JAime props witha Scott Hall-esque double-point while she stands gloriously on the top turnbuckle.
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[align=center]A weird sound echoes around arena and soon a guitar begins to play with the echo in the background, the bass guitar comes in shortly after. The guitars and echo stop, a drum and piano beat replace them. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in. He has around his neck the chain that Lucy used to carry now he carries it in his right hand and over his head covering his face he wears his mask. Kitten stands on the stage listening to the mix of his music, the supporting cheers and the hate filled jeers.

MA: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, XTREEEEME KITTENNNNN!!!

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


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

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


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

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


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

[align=center]As the music starts White flashing lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff.
“I’m not asking for much” appears on the Screens, Fans become more vocal and a “Bain” chant can be heard. “I’m not asking for anything” scrolls across the screen the Music gets loader and just as the Song Kicks in 100% Jay Bain walks into sight through the curtains.
Hundreds of White lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans.
Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment,
he then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd,
on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "If I don't kick out on 2...Check for a pulse", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand,
turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt, Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights,as he calms himself he is reminded how lucky he is to have this chance by the fans now being more supportive as they know who Jay is abit more before leaping right foot first onto the apron followed by the left,
as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right.
White lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain as he Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans,
Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell. Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with His name on and the Bain Chant begins to fade down
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MA: His opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, JAY BAINNNN!!!!!

CL: So why the hell is Jay coming out second?

JH: To keep the fans interest level up. Xtreme Kitten despises these Japanese fans so you can tell that the fans don’t really care much for him right back. And the reason he’s coming out first is so we don’t have a riot on our hands by making it seem we believe Kitten will be a big deal here.

CM: So Jay gets it by default?

JH: Jay gets it because everyone here wants him to pummel Kitten. You bring out the heel first, then you bring out the guy everyone wants to see win.

CL: I don’t want to see him win.

CM: Yea, if it were up to me Jay would never come out.

Their petty little squabble…continuing, the bell sounds and we’re ready to rumble. In the boxing sense that is, not in the wrestling sense. Although the term was mainly used for boxing so I guess it’s correct.

JH: With Jay’s streetfighting and Kittens Muay Thai abilities, it’ll be interesting to see how this will turn out.

CM: Jay’s a streetfighter? Send in Blanka! Fry his ass.

Both men meet each other dead centre, though maybe a little to the left, in the ring staring each other down best they can. What with the height difference and all. Although Jay doesn’t seem to be intimidated by it at all as he shoves the former dual crown champion back against the ropes while maintaining his own little area.

JH: What a shove by Jay certainly not intimidated by Xtreme Kitten.

Kitten stays by the ropes standing in disbelief at the mere fact of being shoved by a man like Jay. Xtreme Kitten glances over toward Jay and instantly lunges toward him cracking him in the ribs with his outstretched knee. Kitten doesn’t stagger in any way as he lifts his knee right back up into Jay’s jaw forcing him to become an open target to a right elbow shot that cuts across his cheek sending him crashing to the canvas.

CL: Cut, print, that’s a wrap. Truly a great showing of Jay to even come out here in the first place.

After a while of struggling, Jay manages to get back up to his feet where he staggers just a little to continue a vertical base. Or something that resembles a vertical base, just something really to end the count.

JH: Jay is back up to his feet and he’s ready to continue this thing.

CM: Seriously? Does he not remember that three hit combo thingie that knocked him down in the first place?

CL: Clearly not.

With an inward motion, Jay tells Kitten to “bring it on”. Not in the cheerleader sense, but in the—

JH: Another knee driven shot smashing its way into Jays ribs knocking the air out of him.

CM: How can you be sure of that?

CL: The fact that he’s toppled over again probably.

Yes, Jay has fallen again but this time only to his knees as he keeps himself steady with a palm on the canvas. His other arm is wrapped around his ribs as the fans give moderate applause. This seemingly doesn’t seem to bother Kitten though as he goes in for another spinning knee shot. This time it’s aimed right for Jay’s temple and means to be the knock out shot.

JH: This could be it!

But it isn’t it as Jay ducks the shot causing Kitten to show his back to him. Jay takes quick advantage of this and puts his rib pain aside to connect with a few kidney shots from his free arm. The crowd seems to be reacting differently, somewhat happy at the return of Jay’s stamina as Kitten takes a few more shots. But soon enough becomes enough as Kitten spins around clocking Jay aside the head with a back elbow. Jay falters to the right rebounding off the ropes and comes back straight into a jumping knee that connects just below the jaw. Kitten doesn’t seem finished though as he readies for yet another spinning knee strike should Jay find the means to rebound off the ropes again. Luckily though, Jay just slides down against the ropes as Kitten knee swings just over his head.

JH: I can’t believe how relentless Kitten is acting in this match!

CL: Relentless? What are you talking about? He’s just acting to win right now.

Irritation toward the fans applause soon begins to show as he hoists Jay up wanting to take his frustration out on something.

JH: What is he doing now?

CM: Well, it’s either Jay or the fans. And at least with Jay it’s legal.

Kitten performs two elbow shots back to back and finishes off his little combo with another spinning elbow to the back side of the jaw knocking Jay down once again. Moderate applause again as Kitten grabs hold of the ropes and almost yells at the fans had it not been for his teeth clenching.

JH: I think the fans are really starting to get on Kittens nerves here tonight. And too bad for him, this is just the start of the tour.

CM: And I guess losing the Dual Crown on its eve doesn’t really help much either.

CL: And to a Japanese guy, sheesh.

JH: Could things get any worse for Xtreme Kitten?

CL: Wait, why am I agreeing with you two?

Kitten, now even more frustrated with the fans, brings Jay back up to a vertical base and looks toward the fans as if mocking them. Jay however slaps the arm away and connects with an uppercut right below the chin sending Kitten flying onto the canvas. Jay flings his back against the ropes to keep him up as the crowd cheers this sudden turn of events.

JH: Oh my god! Jay has just knocked down Xtreme Kitten and by the look on the former DC’s face, he’s in disbelief as well!

It isn’t the pain that keeps him down, it’s the shock of such a strike that keeps Kitten lying partially on his back looking up toward Jay. A move he hadn’t foreseen from such a weakened opponent was about to end the match for him. Suddenly he comes back in tune when he hears “seven” and quickly makes his way up to his feet on “eight”. Kitten doesn’t move in for a strike right away as he just places a hand on his lip and checks for blood. Not seeing any seems to calm him down a little as he drives himself toward the weaker Jay who rolls against the ropes causing Kitten to bounce off of them. Upon the rebound, Kitten is reunited with Jay in the middle of the ring. There, Jay delivers a straight shot connecting right into Kittens face. Because of the fatigue level, the strength put into the punch is significantly decreased but its endurance isn’t as Jay sends two more just like it.

JH: I think Kitten is too stunned to do anything to stop this kind of assault! Those punches aren’t really doing any damage, but they’re certainly becoming irritating!

Jay senses the frustration level in Kitten increasing and decides to play with his mind a little to make him lose focus. Sending a right fist out, Jay opens it up beside Kittens head revealing his palm. This causes the distraction needed as Jay sends a stiff left connecting against Kittens face. Jay does this a few more times and every time Kitten falls for it. His frustration blocking out all reason or ability.

JH: Kittens frustration must be through the roof by now! Every thing has come tumbling down for the former champ and he’s finally lost it. If Jay can keep up this kind of momentum, I don’t see how Kitten can ever regain proper control.

Kitten unleashes a heavy right…fist. Jay ducks it and continues with his trickery methods causing him to lose both focus and his mind.

JH: Kitten now uncharacteristically leaving his element.

CL: That’s not right! Jay’s only winning because of the fans!

JH: If you have a big problem about our fans giving their support to the underdog, then you go right ahead and share your thoughts with them.

CL: … maybe later.

These shots seem to send Kitten back, but it could also be a retreat as he finds his way back to the ropes. Soon, he seems to find an opening and makes his move.

JH: Kao Loi! Right out of nowhere!

CL: Now these fans have shut up.

Jay falls flat on his back as Kitten glares down at him while J.J. starts up the count. Within moments, he’s made his way all the way to ten as he calls for the bell.

JH: I can’t believe it. Such a shot out of nowhere…

CM: And it knocked Jay clean out.

MA: Here is your winner via knockout…XTREEEEEEEEEMEEE KITTENNNN!!!

As soon as he is announced as the winner Xtreme Kitten snatches his hand free and dashes out of the ring and right at Michael Anderson. The former Dual Crown champion quickly steals the microphone from the ring announcer. The camera is so close to Kitten that a few marks from strikes that hit him are visible. The former champion taps on the microphone to confirm it is still on before raising it to his mouth.

XK: Was there ever any doubt?

Kitten rolls back into the ring and gets up relatively quickly considering he has just been through a match. Kitten stares at Jay Bain for a moment then to the crowd.

XK: You people are the worst fucking crowd I've ever had the displeasure of performing in front of outside of Detroit and that's saying something because I've been to Japan before. You just witnessed great athlete display his skills and what's the best you can do?

Kitten two finger golf claps, he sneers and looks out at the crowd.

XK: I just knocked this guy out with a flying knee, if I were at K one the crowd would be cheering but you?

Again with the two finger clap and he gets angrier.

XK: Shocked that this is what would have happened to Kiyoshi Nakahaha if I wasn't trying to make him look good? No, all you ever do is

Another golf clap.

XK: You people aren't worth entertaining...

Kitten smirks a little

XK: Fuck you Japan, that's all you get, you can all see me when FIW goes to the UK.

Kitten finds his camera and stares right down the lens.

XK: ANARCHY IN THE UK OH EIGHT, coming to you LIVE from somewhere in the United Kingdom on MARCH THIRTIETH. It'll feature Prime versus someone for the Dual Crown my prediction is something happens and the main event changes because Prime's not worth buying pay per view for but I am and I will be there. So call your pay per view provider now and scream ANARCHY!

Kitten the goes back to looking at the crowd.

XK: You wont have to wait until then to see me but you will have to wait. Now to get out of the damn country so I can go home.

Kitten drops the microphone and get out of the ring and heads to the back.

JH: What the hell?

CL: Xtreme Kitten just fucking pulled himself out of the tour of Japan.

CM: Can he even do that?

JH: You going to tell him he can't.

CM: Sure... over the phone... through voice mail... on someone else's mobile. Hitchen give me you're phone.

JH: Okay but no toll numbers or long distance calls, hey wait, no!

The crowd remain silent as Kitten stops before going behind the curtain and yells.

XK: SAYONARA SUCKERS!

The Greatest Champion ever in FIW disappears behind the curtain.
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MA: The following Four Way contest is scheduled for One Fall to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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MA: Secondly, from Leamington Spa, Englandl weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Sixty Eight pounds… This… Is… EEEELLLLLLRRRRIIIIIIIIICCCKKK!!!

…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.

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

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

I Had A Dream I Can Buy My Way To Heaven, When I Woke I Spent That On A Necklace.
I Told God I'll Be Back In A Second, Man It's So Hard Not To Act Reckless!
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MA: Thirdly, fighting out of Nagoya, Aichi; by way of Houston, Texas; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty Eight Pounds… He is You Full Intensity Wrestling Flycore Champion… SHAUN WWWIIIIIIIILLLSSSSSSSSSOOOOONN!!!!

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

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


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

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


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

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

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


Shaun bounces around the ring and gets ready for his opponents.
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[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]


MA: Finally, from Kansas City, Missouri; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty pounds… He is Your Full Intensity Wrestling Undisputed International Champion… GRANT RRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCEEE!!!

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 has no time to head to the corner, as the Wilson ‘Brothers’ crotch him on the rope as he enters, and then both go and dropkick Elrick out of the ring.

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

CM: They say the blood will reveal itself: the Wilson are casting off the chains of-

JH: You mean to say these unrelated people, who just happen to be the smallest in the match are teaming up for all of five seconds?

CL: Damn, he had my hopes up there for a moment, with all this talk of blood.

Anyhow, with the former Revolution gone, the Wilsons are left to stop and stare at each other. The tension builds and builds as the two fail to offer the other a handshake, and in the end they just elect to waste their ringside opponents with stereo topes. Predictably, a bit of a brawl follows, the Japanese crowd respectful of just about any wrestler who hasn’t told them to “Fuck Off!” This means that even the Hype and the Diamond in the Rough can get cheered at this point. Or at the very least, get some respectful applause. What gets more applause is on the one side, Grant Rice throws Adam into the seats, leaving him across from the Flycore Champion.

JH: Both Champions are in the ring for the real start of this match…

CM: Oh, just because two men aren’t waiting out on the corner like good little boys it isn’t a ‘proper start.’ Tell me Bitchen, in a match like this, how do you decide who starts off in a calm and reasonable fashion?

It’s an interesting question, although a bit of a useless one, as Hitchen doesn’t have the opportunity to answer, as the match keeps its pace with that staple of the Japanese Wrestling scene ever since Toshiaki Kawada and Mitsuharu Misawa decided to not bother with actual moves or actual wrestling and just strike each other until one fell over; Wilson connects with a forearm, Rice connects with a forearm, Wilson connects with a kick, Rice connects with a kick and before this goes any further, the other Wilson rolls up the off balance Rice with a School-boy:

[align=center]One!

Shaun With The Save!![/align]


Not so much the classic “GTFO MY PARTNER, N00B!!!” save as much as the “Nice try, but I’m still here, asshole,” toe-poke of a man who’s not going to let the match get stolen from him that quickly. Still, Adam stands up, shrugs [“can’t blame a man for trying;”] and tries another roll-up; this time on Elrick as he comes in for retribution for that tope

[align=center]One!

Shaun With Another Save!![/align]

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Again, an almost lackadaisical prod, aimed more at Elrick than the other Wilson. Shaun goes on to illustrate how he thinks Elrick should be put away; with a German Suplex straight off the floor, but with no time for a bridge to register with the referee at all, what with Adam Wilson returning the favour. The “Brothers” Wilson get up in each other’s face about all of this, the strain of a temporary alliance beginning to show. It’s galvanised by Grant Rice, the old ‘common enemy’ walking up and cracking their heads together.

CM: Ahh, two minds with but a single thought. They truly are Brothers from Different Mothers… And fathers…

JH: You mean that eye-rake? Heart-warming…

Indeed. The two even manage a kind of double EXX-PU-ROOO-DAAAA on the UIC. They go for this union move on the returning Elrick, but soon find their faces on the mat as the Career Killer falls back and DDTs the pair of them. A Soup-Rexx would be too much effort

JH: Well, it looks like the Wilsons got what they wanted: we’ve pretty much got a Tornado Tag match on our hand.

Grant Rice joins his former stable mate in the putting of the boots to the FC & the Hype, and the two drag the closest Wilson [for Grant, this is Shaun;] to their feet, and Brain-Bus-Tar them both back down, as this match starts to look like a webpage translated by nifty. The two good guys stop just a fraction of a second to acknowledge the crowd, although not so much that it actually looks like they care what they think. The Revolution does have its bad-ass image to uphold. After that, are the covers.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!![/align]


The Brainbusters were in stereo; the brief looks to the M-Wave were in stereo, the covers were in stereo, and of course, the kick outs were in stereo. Polite applause comes from the crowd, while the Revo look a little annoyed. Still, there’s a match to be getting on with, and neither Wilson looks like he wants much to do with it at this point, rolling away and gathering their bearings at opposite corners of the ring while Elrick and Rice square off. The two tie up, as Shaun Wilson sees something at ringside that catches his eye: Nightmare.

CM: I’m waiting for your usual moral indignation, Hitchen.

JH: … He hasn’t actually done anything yet

CL: Oh, there we go, over the first 20 or so rows of chairs. Try defending that one.

JH: You know, I don’t think I can… Part of the whole retribution thing is having been wronged in the first place, but surely this makes Nightmare as bad as all those he’s been wronged by… Wilson talks a load of smack…

CM: But he hasn’t actually done anything wrong, has he?

JH: Not yet, no.

CL: But if he did, would that make it ‘Retribution?”

A thorny and contentious issue, it seems. With Shaun Wilson out of the way, we still have a match to be getting on with, and with the UIC slowly driving Elrick back, Adam Wilson sprints up, jumps on his back and drives his elbow into the back of the Champ’s head!

CM: Got the Point???

Incensed that someone ruined their fair competition; Elrick’s response is swift and merciless; taking one of Wilson’s arms and driving it down Fujiwara Armbar style, along with an elbow to the back of the head, responding in kind. From there, a Cobra Clutch is not beyond the realms of possibility, and with a bridge…

JH: How’s your head, Mr. Wilson? Need a PAAAAIIIIIIIIIINN KIIIIIIIIIILLL

CM: No need to take pleasure from his suffering, Bitchen.

The bridge completed, it now falls to Adam Wilson to escape the hold. With Grant Rice still trying to get his bearings back from that Enzui Got The Point?; and Shaun Wilson taking the William James Tour of the M-Wave, he doesn’t seem to be getting much help, and despite all the struggling, and the wriggling and the attempts, all he can do…

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

MA: Here is you winner; by Submission… EEEEEEEELLLRIIIIIIIIIIII-

He never gets to the end of the shout; The Devils Rejects cuts him off. Onikage and Crackerjack at the top of the aisle offer some half hearted applause and a few “well, you were ok… I suppose” gestures.

CM: He’s still got a ways to go, I think is the message.

CL: What, before he can be as freakish as those two?

JH: Now Conse; let’s be honest, it’s going to take a lot to bury either one of these two.

Elrick looks at the source of the interruption, and doesn’t waste good chasing time on a stare-down. However fast he is though, by the time he reaches the cage, the Rejects are no-where to be found…

ReVolt cues to ringside where Jonathan Hitchen, Chip Martin & Constance Loire are standing by.

JH: "It was at Violence Fetish where we witnessed the triumphant return of the former Dual Crown Champion, Jim O'Brien. But what was noteworthy of this appearance wasn't his dominating run in the Condemned Fetish match, it was his meeting with F.I.W.'s C.E.O., The Boss, that I'm sure will be making headlines. WIthout further adieu, we bring you that meeting."

The scene shifts to a dark, smoky office. The only light provided by a small lamp on a fairly large desk and an even larger office armchair with it's back to us. A puff of smoke arises from behind it, so we can only assume that The Boss occupies said chair... Or The Sandman.

But with the swinging open of the door, it's confirmed that The Sandman does not in fact occupy that large chair when behind that door is The once Monster of T.N.T, The Man In Black, Jim O'Brien. Clad in his usual flannel & denim apparel, he charges in Boss's office, expecting the worst.


O'Brien: "Hey. Boss man. Listen, I don't know what was sai-"

The Boss: "James... sit down."

Begrudgingly, Jim releases a sigh from within & takes a seat in front of The Boss' desk, smoking filling the area. Conveniently enough, our camera is positioned right behind Boss's extra large armchair. Jim leans in his chair and asks... well, what we've all been wondering:

O'Brien: "So... why am I here? What's all this about?"

The Boss: "I won't beat around the bush with you. I want you to come back."

O'Brien: "Come back? Okay... There a new guy comin' in you want me to work with?"

The Boss: "No. Full time."

Jim reclines back in his seat, speechless. Not quite sure he heard was right, he repeats it.

O'Brien: "You want me back full time?"

The Boss: "We have a very young roster. And a lot of the agents think you could provide some much needed veteran leadership. Just as well, having another former TNT Champion on the active roster... It could do well for business James."

Jim leans back in, thinking things over. His shift to the ground, then back to the Boss who is enjoying his cigarette.

O'Brien: "I wasn't the most well liked in the locker room near the end of my tenure. I've probably burnt a bridge or two."

The Boss: "Then you & whomever isn't doing backflips about you returning can work things out like adults or settle things in the ring. The latter would draw a better rating & buyrate, though."

O'Brien: "True enough. . ."

Jim reclines back in his seat, his eye contact not meeting the Boss's.

The Boss: "James... I get the feeling that you're rather apprehensive about coming back. You were as giddy as a small child on Christmas morning when you arrived at the arena today. And nothing but positive feedback has been provided in all your other small stints since you left the company in 2006."

O'Brien: "I know, I know. I'm just worried about a couple things."

The Boss: "Tuesday Night Throwdown's Monster? Worried?"

O'Brien: *chuckles* "I'm a little more human now then I was before. Got married. Started my own business back home... Spent three months in rehab...Had a few guys try to mess with my head…"

The Boss: "I see."

O'Brien: "And the full schedule... the road... It's not all that friendly to guys who've been in my position."

The Boss: "Well then... For your previous contributions to F.I.W. and for being a acclaimed figure in it’s history, I'll be willing to negotiate.”

O’Brien ponders this for a moment or two, his hand running up his formerly wounded arm.

O’Brien: "Y'know...I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see maybe one last run…"

The Man in Black’s eyes wander the room, falling on a framed poster of a still shot from the closing moments of Kiyoshi Nakahata versus Xtreme Kitten for the FIW Dual Crown.

O’Brien: "There was a time & place I was this promotion's identity. And to have that opportunity now... Now that I'm cleaned up & level headed..."

Smoke blocks the view of the photo and Jim shakes his head.

O’Brien: “I’d like to have the freedom to be able to check on my business when needed or take short breaks if I get too banged up.”

There is a wheezed laugh that comes from the chair, blowing the smoke away and into Jim’s face.

The Boss: “Is that all? Trifles, James, trifle matters.”

A small smirk finds it’s way onto the Monster’s face.

O’Brien: "Well… There's a couple more things."

O’Brien trails off and looks like he’s considering whether he should say it or not.

The Boss: “Yes?”

Casually Jim waves his hand at the head of F.I.W.

O’Brien: "Normally I’m not the type to ask for this sort of thing…but…I don’t know…"

He shrugs his shoulders.

O’Brien: "We can talk more about that when we take care of the paper work."

Soothingly the C.E.O. of F.I.W. exhales and more smoke finds it’s way to Jim.

The Boss: “Well then, I believe this is a welcome back James.”

Letting it all sink in, Jim sits back and smiles slightly.

O’Brien: “Yeah…welcome back…”

Fade.
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MA: The following contest is an intergender tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!

CM: Intergender. That’s different than a mixed tag, right?

JH: That’s correct. Intergender means the men can legally compete with the females.

CM: Right. So we could see Kennedy vs. Steve, as well as Felix vs. Prime. HA!

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.

[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 with Onikage, 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. FIW's Morning Star is smiling and waving to the fans along with Felix as a hand rests on Steve's shoulder to comfort his tortured soul.

[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…
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As the duo make their way to the ring with their advisor, 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. The leader of the Rejects staying at the ringside area and pacing around it, his eyes and smile focusing on his charges inside the ring.

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

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 await her tag team partner.

She doesn’t wait long until the arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord…

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. Only after he heads towards the ring do we realize that Jesse Jaymes, with a confident smirk on her face, tows the line.

MA: And her tag team partner, making his way to the ring being accompanied by Jesse Jaymes, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, from San Deigo, California… he is the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship. PPPPPPRRRRIIIIIMMMME!!!!

Prime makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponents the whole time, while his valet eyes his tag team partner. 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.

CM: Ooh! Eye candy at ringside… with eye candy in the ring!

JH: I couldn’t help but notice while Jesse is staring down Kennedy, she avoided entering the ring with Prime.

CL: Because she may be a bitch but she isn’t stupid. Kennedy would likely rip her blonde hair off.

CM: If Felix didn’t do it first. Ha!

Actually, it’s true. Jesse is shooting Kennedy the evil eye, only to get it right back from the Original Hellcat. But Felix is in on it too. Seems he doesn’t care for the buxom blonde anymore than Kennedy. You have to wonder if this is a Kennedy issue or if Jesse actually did something to tick off the Fierce one.

DING-DING!

The bell sounds to signal the start of the contest and everyone is forced to decide who will be starting. Felix holds a finger up to Steve as he awaits to see who will be starting on the opposing team. Kennedy elects herself in less than polite manner by not even asking Prime. Felix looks somewhat disappointed that he doesn’t have the option to roll around on the canvas with Prime but offers to start the match anyways.

JH: So it’ll be Kennedy and Felix starting us off here tonight.

CM: Starting with the ladies. Ha! I kill myself.

CL: Please do.

The two opponents circle one another before moving in for a standard collar and elbow tie-up. Felix immediately counters by taking Kennedy into a hammerlock… and gets a back elbow upside his face! Felix stumbles backwards, grabbing a hold of his face and staring at Kennedy with that “how could you?!” look upon his face. Kennedy responds by lunging at Felix and taking him down to the canvas with a flying clothesline!

JH: I’d say Felix is learning very quickly how this match should be played. Usually Felix is the speed of his team while Steve is the power.

CL: But you don’t put your speed against Kennedy and save your power to take on Prime.

JH: Exactly.

Kennedy is immediately to her feet, calling for Felix to do the same. He gets to his feet and gets flung across the ring by an arm drag! As soon as he’s back to his feet, Kennedy flings him across the ring with a second arm drag! Felix stumbles backs into the corner as he rises and Kennedy is right there. She leaps onto his thighs and throws him over with a monkey flip… but Felix does a full flip and lands on his feet!

JH: Amazing agility by Felix.

CM: Looks like he surprised himself with that.

Felix is indeed quite happy to see that he landed on his feet and grins happily while the crowd sounds like they would’ve preferred to see him land face-first into the mat. While Felix celebrates his impressive agility, Kennedy grabs him up in a headlock and face plants him into the canvas! Or at least that was the plan but Felix wises up at the last second and shoves Kennedy off! She rebounds off the ropes and GETS TACKLED INTO THE CANVAS BY FELIX!

JH: Felix taking Kennedy down and… what the hell?

Hitchen is confused because the tackle has turned into Kennedy and Felix fighting for superiority. Or in other words, they’re rolling around the canvas in a good old fashion cat fight! RK stares in amazement that this is actually happening but finally kicks himself into gear to try and pull them apart… well, they end bringing him down to the canvas and roll right over him like two divas!

CL: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

JH: They brought Richard Kelly right down with them!

Kennedy manages to shove Felix off of her in the middle of the roll and the two gals separate. Meanwhile RK bounds back to his feet, recomposing himself and getting a wink from Felix. Kennedy uses this opportunity to advance on Felix, but he’s ready for her. He side steps her, shoving her chest-first into the turnbuckle. She stumbles right back into him and gets thrown over with a German suplex!

JH: There is the best way for Felix to combat Kennedy. His obvious strength advantage over her.

He is more powerful but that only gets the crowd booing him for dropping Kennedy on her head. And those boos distract Felix long enough for Kennedy to roll to her corner and tag Prime’s outstretched hand. Felix, meanwhile, is still too busy showing off for the disapproving crowd to even realize that Prime has been tagged into the ring. He realizes it when he turns around and GETS HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

JH: Say hello to Prime, Felix!

CM: I’m sure he’d love to say hello to Prime the way Kennedy has in the past.

Felix hit’s the canvas and pops back up to his feet, only to get taken down by a second clothesline from Prime! Again Felix pops back up to his feet and this time Prime shoots him across the ring with an Irish whip. Felix rebounds and gets DRILLED INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BIG-TIME SPINEBUSTER! Prime springs back to his feet and roars out his dominance to a big pop from the crowd. Oh, and a grinning round of applause from Jesse.

CM: It’s possible you guys might’ve been wrong about Felix matching up against Prime to counter balance his power?

CL: You can’t dodge something you don’t see coming.

Felix rolls over to his stomach and starts the long crawl towards Steve’s outstretched hand. Prime makes no move to stop the tag, in fact calling Steve to bring it on into the ring. Eventually he does once Felix finally makes the tag to his Hardcore Sex partner. Steve casually climbs into the ring, walking right up to Prime without any intimidation on his emotic (I made that word up! It means an emo expression!) face. Prime starts to worry about the poor lad when the Emo Kid calls for a test of strength.

JH: You have got to be kidding me. Steve Patterson wants to challenge Prime with a test of strength?

CM: What’s so outrageous about that?! Maybe Steve wants to prove Prime isn’t the only freak of nature.

Prime shrugs and locks his fingers with Steve. Before they can lock up the second set of fingers, Steve BOOTS Prime in his bad knee! Prime immediately drops to one knee, leaving him up to be locked up in a front facelock and PLANTED WITH A DDT! Steve throws Prime onto his back and goes into the cover!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!



STEVE PULLS PRIME UP!
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We don’t know if Prime would’ve kicked out or not because Steve pulls him up by his blonde hair and immediately floats over into a mounted position. He blasts Prime upside the face with elbow strike after elbow strike, finishing it off by head-butting Prime right in the forehead!

JH: What a HUGE mistake! Patterson had Prime down but pulled him up to inflict some damage.

CL: You really think Prime was finished with that DDT? You’re worthless.

JH: We’ll never know if he was or not. Patterson could’ve had an upset!

Steve climbs off Prime, holding his own forehead as he stumbles back and SHOVES KENNEDY OFF THE APRON WITH AN ELBOW STRIKE TO THE FACE! Kennedy flies off the apron and crashes into the audience barricade, much to Jesse’s enjoyment… and the crowd’s disapproval.

JH: What the hell is that?!

CL: Divide and conquer?

JH: Patterson just knocked Kennedy off the apron when he should be focusing on Prime.

Now that Kennedy is laying at ringside, that’s exactly what Steve plans on doing. He meets Prime as he gets to his feet, knocking him back with a forearm shot! Forearm shot after forearm shot doesn’t give Prime a chance to recover until he’s backed into the turnbuckle. From there Steve hit’s a flesh-smacking chop! One after the other, Steve chops away at Prime’s now red chest. Steve then leaps up onto Prime, looking to accomplish what Kennedy failed to do to Felix. Steve fails as well. Prime shoves Steve backwards, but the Emo Kid lands on his feet… in perfect position for another clothesline from Prime. Too bad for Prime, Steve nails him with a dropkick to the knee!

JH: Hardcore Sex are wrestling a smart game thus far, at least from Steve’s end of the deal. That’s twice he’s attacked Prime’s knee.

CL: Still not 100% after an attack from the Rejects.

CM: And it never will be the way he refuses to let it heal before getting back in there.

JH: Honestly, it’s like a big target. And we’ve seen it aimed at more than once since the injury occurred.

Steve immediately tags Felix back into this contest but refuses to leave the ring himself. Steve stomps on Prime’s bum knee and then helps Felix in lifting the big man back to a vertical base. Together Hardcore Sex whip Prime off the ropes and take him back down with a double clothesline, followed by an elbow drop to the stomach from Felix and a flipping leg drop from Steve! Felix rolls Prime’s leg up in a cover.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!



KICK-OUT BY PRIME!
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RK immediately goes from counting the fall to trying to get Steve from the ring. But the Emo Kid isn’t going anywhere. He helps Felix in getting the number one contender vertical and both men knock him for a loop with strikes from both sides. Again they throw Prime off the ropes and seemingly prepare to end this when Prime comes back with a double clothesline to Hardcore Sex! Prime clotheslines Felix when he pops back up and lays Steve out with a flapjack upon his attempted attack!

JH: After some illegal double team, Prime is back in charge of this contest!

CL: Until Hardcore Sex gets another shot at that knee. Never fails.

CM: Where the heck is Kennedy?

Where indeed? Either way, Prime seems to be doing just fine without his tag team partner. He hooks Felix up and throws him over with a back suplex… nope! Felix flips out of Prime hold and lands on his feet. He immediately boots Prime in the back of the knee, achieving exactly what Conse called for. However, as Prime goes down, Kennedy comes off the top rope, throwing Felix across the ring with a hurracanrana!

CM: The HurraKennedy! There’s my girl!

JH: Your girl?

CM: In my dreams, they’re all my girls.

Jesse glares at Kennedy’s “rescue” of Prime (one might call it) but it goes unnoticed. That is, until Jesse leaps up onto the apron. RK rushes over the wannabe hellcat, arguing for her to get off the apron but for some reason, Jesse is arguing the fact that her charge’s tag team partner is in the ring helping against illegal double team. Or wait… she’s actually distracting RK as Steve seems to be fiddling with his boot. Or rather, the lead pipe he has stashed in there.

JH: Hey! Patterson has a weapon!

RK doesn’t hear Hitchen, he’s too busy fighting with Jesse. And now Kennedy’s attention is draw by the seductress. Which is perfect for Patterson looking to make his mark right on the back of Kennedy’s head. But Prime comes out of no where, TAKING STEVE’S HEAD OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!

CM: Kiss This, Patterson!

He does! And Prime kisses his bicep. Meanwhile, Jesse kisses a knuckle sandwich as Kennedy shoves RK aside and NAILS JESSE UPSIDE THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND! Kennedy quickly exits to the apron and TACKLES JESSE WITH A FLYING LOU THESZ! Now a REAL catfight ensues at ringside as Prime is left alone in the ring with Hardcore Sex… and the lead pipe.

CL: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! A real one this time!

CM: I LOVE catfights!

JH: What the hell is Prime doing?

He’s eyeing that lead pipe. And while RK is distracted by the catfight (like most of the men), Prime snatches up the pipe and LAYS FELIX OUT WITH AS HE CLIMBS BACK TO HIS FEET!

JH: *gasp!* Did I just see…

CL: Turnabout is fair play, Hitchen.

Prime drags Felix up by the throat with ease and DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH EVEN MORE EASE!

CL: AUTHORITY BOMB TO HARDCORE SEX!

JH: One half!

RK glances back just in time to see Prime going to the cover and quickly makes the count!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!!



DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!
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MA: Here are your winners-- KENNEDY and PPRRRRIIIIIMMMMME!

Prime bounds to his feet as “I Walk Alone” reprises over the speakers to signal the number one contender for the Dual Crown Championship claiming another victory. On the outside, Jesse has managed to squirm away from Kennedy. The Original Hellcat glares after the blonde bitch before finally joining her partner in the ring as RK checks on the out-cold Felix.

JH: A successful victory for Prime and Kennedy. It’s good to see them both remaining victorious on the tail of Violence Fetish.

CM: Successful? More like tainted! That cheating bastard… err, cheated!

CL: Success isn’t determined by whether or not you played fair. Prime did what he had to do to win.

JH: I’m not so sure he HAD to do it to win. But it certainly helped. And while, yes, it was illegal tell me who hasn’t bended the rules in their favor here in FIW?

CM: Just because everyone does it, doesn’t make it right.

Kennedy moves to join Prime’s celebration when she spots the lead pipe laying in the ring. She glances from the pipe to the condition that Felix is left in. It’s obviously the wheels are turning as Prime celebrates without a care in the world. Kennedy grabs a bulging bicep of Prime, spinning him around to face her and immediately questioning the lead pipe. Completely caught off guard, Prime struggles to cover (whether that entails lying or explaining is unknown). Whatever it is, Kennedy waves him off and exits the ring, much to Prime’s protest.

JH: Well, it seems Kennedy completely agrees with you, Chip.

CM: Are we surprised?

CL: Yes.

JH: Jesse seems fine with everything that’s transpired, it seems.

CL: All but Kennedy kicking her ass.

Jesse joins her man in the ring with a big smile on her face, while also rubbing her cheek, courtesy of Kennedy’s right hand. Prime yells after his tag team partner, trying to explain what she saw but to no avail. And eventually Jesse grabs his throbbing paw and raising it up, driving him into a half-hearted celebration.

JH: And now it's time for perhaps the most anticipated return in FIW for some time.

CM: It's time for Orion! The man is back!

CL: I don't know what I've done to deserve this...

Sirens begin to wail in the arena and the opening line to Motorhead’s ‘King of Kings’…

[align=center] Behold the King, the King of Kings!

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On your knees dog, All hail![/align]
The fans react in negatively as Lemmy Kilmister encourages the fans to bow down to the former Slam! General Manager. 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod emerges from the entrance...on a set of crutches???? Orion stands on the staging looking out at the crowd behind a pair of designer shades before struggling down the steps to the floor.

[align=center] Bow down to the, bow down to the King!
Bow down to the, bow down to the King!
Bow down to the, bow down to the King![/align]

’The Oracle’ heads towards the ring, stopping a few times to return to glare of an angry FIW fan. Orion places his crutches on the ring apron and hops in beside them, pulling himself up using the ropes before replacing his supports. Orion hobbles to the centre of the squared circle, where he tilts his head upwards and gold coloured fireworks shoot up from all four corners! The pyro dies down, the music fades out and the lights return to normal as Michael Anderson prepares to make his announcement.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to Full Intensity Wrestling...he is 'The Oracle' ORRRRIIOOON OLLLLDRIIIIIOODDDDDDD!!!

CM: What happened to Orion???? This is terrible!

JH: I have not heard about this, Orion on crutches?

Orion looks annoyed as he is handed a microphone and he balances his arm on top of a crutch. The fans are booing at the crippled former World Champion.

Orion: What's the matter? Were you expecting something else? Maybe someone else? No, you all knew I was coming. I told you that much. You should have been expecting me! Wait, there's something different isn't there...what is it? Oh, I get it. Did I not mention that I can't walk on my own without these metal things? I'm sorry, I really am...BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN TO YOU DID IT?!?!?!?! NO! IT HAPPENED TO ME!

CL: I've never heard such a bitter man spout so much shit in all my life.

Orion: Two years ago I was on top of the world, I was untouchable. Then all of a sudden my contract had come to an end and there was no big deal waiting for me at the table. There was no giant offer and no healthy bonus waiting for me. There was a very real possibility of one of FIW's most recogniseable figures being taken off television and sent home, which is exactly what happened. I went away and as far as everybody here was concerned, that was it for me. My career over, just like that. I have been an Extreme Chaos Champion, Tag Team Champion and the World Heavyweight Champion here in this company. I was General Manager of Slam!, I was the benchmark. But you didn't care when I went away did you? You didn't and I know you didn't. There was no protest for Orion, no chain e-mail begging for my return and not one letter arrived at the doorstep of the FIW offices asking why I wasn't on TV anymore.

Oldriod removes his shades and hurls them to the ground. His eyes are wide as he glares out at the capacity crowd.

Orion: But I fought back, with resiliance. Three months ago I made the decision to get back in shape and get back in the ring. I put together a team of people to help me train but then tragedy struck. I pushed myself too hard and snapped my leg in two places. My Doctor sat me down in a chair and said "No more wrestling" but he didn't say no more ambition. Then it just became like a bad dream, I looked down and the chair I was sitting in had wheels on it and my whole outlook somewhat changed. I have had knee and ankle surgery so this leg is as good as useless but the brain is as sharp as ever, rest assured of that.

CM: It takes a brave man to step back in after all that. He's always been a man of great courage.

CL: Well if he can't go, he can't go! Get out of the ring you waste of fuckin' time!

Orion: All those great matches you good wrestling fans were anticipating like Orion vs. Kennedy, Orion vs. Ethan Adams, Orion vs. Crackerjack...it looks like some people will be disappointed but I look around and I realise that some things never change. The FIW roster still consists of freaks, weirdos and bodybuilders. Nowhere on earth but FIW does success go so much to a man's mouth! Nightmare still has dillutions of being World Champion again when like me his time has long passed, Hutch is a legend in his own mind only and Elrick is still getting his ass kicked week after week.

The old smirk is back as Orion mentions the name of three fan favourites, drawing a pop from the crowd for each one. He looks around and laughs.

Orion: And what of Orion? I guess there's bound to be some new fans out there and some new wrestlers who don't know the legacy of who I was so the question is, what makes Orion different than all the others? Well I just wanted it that little bit more, I went to any length to succeed...by any means necessary. In my career I've been called a lot of things - a heartless bastard, a never-caring Son of a Bitch, a selfish human being, an egomaniac and real sad news is that they're all true. I've always said that money talks and bullshit walks, well you can see that I'm not walking anywhere. Orion Oldriod commands and demands respect, it's what I want and I will get it because I'll be back next week.

CM: Orion isn't going anywhere!

CL: Yeah, I'll warn security to keep an eye out for Chip and his locker room buddy...

Orion: I'm back and I'm back for good! All you people who didn't even want me on your TV, well tough luck because it's happening and there is not one thing you can do about it. In my infinite wisdom I have become the past, FIW's past. So what I will introduce you to is the present and the future of this company. My name is Orion Oldriod and I'm still the big dick around here. What is it you monkeys say at the end of each show?

Orion points to the announce team, where Chip Martin leaps to his feet to stand and applaud.

JH: I think he saw you Chip, you can sit down now.

Orion: You wouldn't dare fucking miss it? Is that it? Well you wouldn't! As always I've raised the bar, why don't you come up here and join me?

Orion tosses the microphone away and lingers in the ring for a moment before heading to the ropes. He calls a member of the ringside crew over and hands his crutches down to him before dropping to the mat rolling out under the bottom rope. Orion heads to the back, stopping a few times on his way to mock the fans lining the isle.

JH: Orion Oldriod is back and in a big way.

CM: And he'll be here next week! I can't wait!
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MA: Ladies and Gentlement, the Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, to a Fifteen Minute Time Limit; and will be contested under the Spirit of Honour Rules!

JH: This is one match I’ve been looking forward to all week long. The long-awaited Spirit of Honour revival;

CM: Long awaited by you maybe…

[align=center]Work it, Make It, Do It, Makes Us,
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.

MA: Introducing first, from Cheltenham, England, weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty pounds… Liam MOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRTEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!!!!

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: And his opponent, from the Alleyways of New York City; weighing in tonight at Three Hundred and Nineteen pounds; accompanied by Onikage and representing The Rejects… This. Is. CRAAAAACCCKEEEEEEEEEERRRRRJAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

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: And as Chip finishes up his seizure from those strobes; Referee Mark Jackson explains the rules.

CL: In brief: Normal Pro Wrestling Rules with a little Love Thy Neighbour thrown in. Except Crackerjack doesn’t love his neighbour.

JH: Does Crackerjack have a neighbour to love? Not that it matters; SOH matches begin, with a handshake… I said they begin with a handshake.

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Hitchen is being insistent because no handshake is forthcoming from either party. Mark Jackson, explanation of the rules finished and bell called for is being equally insistent. After a bit of persuasion, Liam reluctantly extends his arm. Jack just stares. What exactly at, is unclear, but is vaguely in Mortell’s direction, but probably isn’t his hand.

CM: So the former light and spirit of TNT is going no-where fast. You know what we really need is a real hardcore motherfucker from the Old School to show Japan how it’s done.

CL: How does a barbed-wire wrapped 2x4 strike you?

JH: *Facepalms*

The lump of wood is attached to a hand, and that hand is attached to an arm. That arm belongs to none other than Christopher Elrick. Elrick preparing to waste Crackerjack in the face with his Barbed Wire Lump of Wood is apparently preferable than watching Mortell and Jack re-enact a more respectful Goldberg vs. Brock Lesnar [or as they call him in Japan, BLOCKU RESUNAR;]

JH: *Sighs:* I knew it was too good to last…

And there goes Crackerjack down to one knee, after several shots from the 2x4. Onkiage’s ever-present smirk drops a notch, even as Hardcore Sex appear from the crowd. Three on One becomes Three on Two; Liam Mortell intercepts the Tag Champions with a knee that leaves Patterson down in between the ropes. Predictably, Arroyo goes straight for Elrick’s crotch, and distracts Elrick long enough from the Behemoth to drop a hammer on his head.

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MA: Ladies and Gentlemen; Referee Mark Jackson has called a halt to this contest, declaring it a no-contest due to interference!

No-one in the entire M-Wave is pleased by this announcement, although the prospect of an impromptu 3 on 3 brawl is a little more appealing. We do need a third to join the Non-Reject side, and lo and behold; Grant Rice and his good friend Red Rum sprints down to help bail Elrick out from the Rejects. Unfortunately, his role in proceedings is to catch Liam Mortell as he gets thrown from the ring.

JH: The Rejects! The Revolution!

CM: Can this crowd even pronounce all that? *Smack!* OWW!!!

JH: *Smack!* Stop perpetrating a useless and racist stereotype! *Smack!*

CM: Stop hitting me!!!

CL: Beatdowns in the Booth; Beatdowns in the ring; Spirit of Honour? Spirit of Hatred is more like it! The Rejects have Cleared The Ring!

CM: And quite understandably, Elrick and Mortell are being torn away from the ring by security! Blood and Hatred enough for Everyone!

JH: Winning through even over Honour and Respect… Oh my…
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JH: The start of another great tour of Japan ends with a big main event that is sure to be a show stopper!

CL: Our great new champion will be greeting us with his presence…joy…

CM: Ethan Adams sure is one lucky guy.

JH: True, Ethan went far in the FIW Condemned Fetish Match and a victory here could propel the young man into management’s Dual Crown contender radar.

CL: As much as I hate to say this and give him credit…IF he beats Kiyoshi, it’s easier said than done.

CM: Plus, Kiyoshi’s in his home country and newly crowned, he might be extra motivated.

JH: Whatever the case, the new champion did hand select his opponent for this first date of FIW’s tour of Japan.

CL: Probably thinking he could get an easy win.

CM: Or wanted to put on a great match and knew Ethan was the go-to guy for that!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! The Boss has granted this bout a thirty minute time limit and it has been set to one fall to a finish in this match! Your official for this bout is senior referee, Tony Clarke!


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.

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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.

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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.

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


CL: Please let this kid not fall face first in this match, please whatever deity is listening…

CM: Fans seem a bit quieter than usual for Ethan, what gives?!

JH: Well, beyond the Japanese fans’ usual silent respectable behavior, Ethan is in the home country of his opponent and a gaijin.


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...

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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.

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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...


CM: …Where’s the FIW Dual Crown Championship?!

JH: Guess Kiyoshi didn’t bring them out because it is non-title.

CL: Regardless, these Japanese fans’ applause and even a few cheers show where most of their alliance sides with.


Tony Clarke moves over to Adams and gestures, the wrestler obeying and lets him pat him down for any illegal objects on his person. When he comes up with nothing he turns his sights to Nakahata, who bows his head and let’s the referee perform the act without asking. After nothing appears Clarke takes center stage in the ring and Michael Anderson steps into it as well in front of the official, bringing his micro phone to his mouth. Without warning the lights cut out, plunging the arena into darkness save the spot light on Mister Anderson who clears his throat.


MA: Introducing first, he hails from Beverly Hills, California and weighed in this morning at two hundred and eleven pounds and stands at five feet and eleven inches…in the blue corner…HE! IS! EEEEEEEEEEEEETHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNNN AAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAMMMMMMSSSSSSSS~!!!


Politely the fans applaud Adams who throws up his fists and gets a few cat calls from female fans screeching his name out for the act. His stone like determined eyes blazing with the reflection of the cameras going off yet never leave the frame of the man sitting opposite to him.


MA: Introducing his opponent, he hails from Komachi City, Japan and weighed in this morning at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands at six feet and one inch…He is your reigning FIW Dual Crown Champion…in the red corner…HE! IS! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHIIIIII NNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHATA~!!!


Tossing back his head, the hood swings off the white locks & the fans get to their feet in applause and cheers for the home country hero champion. Streamers of black, red and white soar through the air and plummet down onto the form of the Judo Sensei sitting on his perch. What might be a small inkling of a smile crosses his lips when he breaks the streamers to let him hop off the turnbuckle without any thing in the way. In a simple and infamous maneuver, Kiyoshi brings his arms up in the X his advisor is known for gesturing. Though rather than showing his life style, it is a means to show his right wrist tape sports “Reject” on it in red and on the left write tape “Ichiban” in black.


JH: The mind games might already be starting between these two.

CL: Very cute Kiyoshi, very subtle.

CM: What’s a Ichiban? Isn’t that some sort of rice cooker? Could’ve sworn it was…mmhmm…rice…


FIW’s senior official waves his arms and calls both men into the center of the ring, each obliging and making their way to the gathering place. Anderson quickly side steps and exits the ring as Clarke looks between the two warriors, carefully explaining the rules to them. Once done, he makes sure and asks if they understand the rules of this contest, a verbal “yes” from Adams and a curt nod from the champion standing opposite to him. Before he can bother trying to ask for it out of the two of them, Kiyoshi offers his hand to his foe who looks down at it for several moments…Ethan accepts it to applause, shaking the Ichiban Reject’s hand!


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As soon as that bell rings for the final and third time the First Wonder of the World discards the White Haired Warrior’s hand, backing away from him. The two men start circling the ring at a jogging pace from each other, neither leaving the other’s sight for a moment though. Gradually their pace slows down and they grow closer again, Ethan stopping at one point and it causes his opponent to mimic the action out of common courtesy. The wheels look to be turning in the rookie’s head and he stares across the ring from the Yeti who is looking back at him in a calm and collected manner as he usually has.

CL: Shit, looks like the pressure is already affecting his nerves.

CM: Well, this is possibly the biggest match of his career.

JH: I think it’s less nervousness and more cautious, he knows how important this match is to him and his career. The last thing he needs to do is to make a critical mistake at such a large stage with a chance that may never be recreated for him again in Full Intensity Wrestling.

Deeply the High Spot Sensation inhales and exhales, regaining a certain amount of confidence to his body language and resumes the waltz with Nakahata. In mid-step Ethan throws his upper body forward and intertwines their body in a collar & elbow lock up in hast to capitalize. Capitalize is what the rookie does, barreling the two of them straight into the champion’s corner and pressing the Yeti’s shoulders against the top rope & buckle. Fast as can, Clarke leaps in and starts his count that gets the First Wonder of the World to unlock the hold and back away from the Judo Sensei with his arms up.

CM: What was the point of that?

JH: I’m not qui-oh my!

CL: Wow, Ethan’s got balls!

What the two announcers are referencing is that when out of arm’s reach Ethan starts bouncing on and off of one leg, taking on boxer fighting stances. A smirk on his face is hidden by a right fist that guards his face as he shadow boxes with his left right at the space between Kiyoshi and him. FIW’s Dual Crown Champion and his advisor look less than amused by this taunt, and the Japanese fans hiss their jeers at the young man for such actions. The High Spot Sensation looks around and shrugs at the fans’ reaction with a smug grin, sauntering around the ring in wait for the Ichiban Reject to get out of the corner.

JH: That was quite the arrogant psyche out.

CL: Yeah but can you honestly psyche out a man like old Tin Man in there?

CM: I don’t know, I always thought of Kiyoshi more as a Scarecrow type figure in FIW…

Modesty is what Kiyoshi shows next by actually politely and very quickly applauding his opponent’s little game of one-upmanship that went on right there. Casual is the pace the champion takes out of the corner and starts circling around again with his opponent who is still grinning. A second time Ethan leads the charge and swoops in, locking in a collar and elbow lock-up between the Reject Ichiban and himself, the fans applaud this tactic. However this time the White Haired Warrior is a bit more ready for it, pushing just as much as the rookie is and the two battles for supremacy in the center of the ring!

CL: Looks like Ethan’s in trouble, the larger man is pushing back.

CM: Eh…it’s sorta a submission…so I’ve lost interest for now.

JH: True Constance, Kiyoshi does have two inches on Ethan in height but the question is, how much does he have in strength? How much of that near fifty pound weight difference is muscle and not fat?

Back and fourth the two men go, for every step forward Kiyoshi takes with the lock-up Adams gets two steps forward only for Kiyoshi to come back with one more step. To and fro their upper bodies fling about, grunting and growling at each other in the heat of the moment as they summon their strength. Clarke circles around the two, making sure every thing is still nice and legal and FIW’s Morning Star yells in Japanese advice to his comrade. Whatever it is, it seems to work as with a sudden chance of posture the champion starts steam rolling the rookie straight towards the ropes!

CM: That freak almost looks like a drill sergeant at ringside.

JH: Say what you will about Onikage but he has been effective in getting the fire under Kiyoshi’s belly.

CL: It wasn’t like Onikage was the one that defeated Xtreme Kitten for the Dual Crown as Kiyoshi suckled on his tit, Hitchen. I seem to recall it being Kiyoshi that blasted Kitten out of his socks and then pinned him to claim the belts finally for himself.

Seeing his immediate fate flash before his eyes, the First Wonder of the World strikes with a few well placed low aimed side martial arts kicks! Within moments a dozen kicks find their mark on each of Nakahata’s thighs and knees much to the chagrin of the man himself of course. Once again Adams capitalizes; throwing out at rapid fire pace kicks to the thighs and knees of FIW’s Yeti with sickening thuds with each one that land on him. Most of the Savior of Sorrow’s wise words fall on deaf ears for his charge when the rookie continues the kicking assault and starts pushing them backwards.

JH: Ethan Adams has found a way around the natural advantages of his foe!

CL: That’s a quick way to Charlie horse Kiyoshi’s legs!

CM: This is great! Listen to the echo of those kicks!

Grimace on his face, Kiyoshi tries to fight back for his lost ground and avoid the kicks though it is near useless with how closed in the two are to each other. Out of the corner of his knee he spots the ropes that are nearing his backside at an incredible rate, and curses under his breath about the situation. At the last possible second this little engine is axed by a knee strike straight to the midsection that knocks the wind out of the High Spot Sensation. Soon a second, and third, and fourth knee strike follows and let’s the champion slip his one arm free to have both grab Ethan’s arm and give it a mighty toss!

CL: A judo throw, what a shocker!

CM: Hey, they are cool, lay off the judo techniques.

JH: Looks like Ethan’s going on a trip because of it too!

Due to the power behind the throw and the closeness of the ropes Hitchen is correct for once, the rookie is sent sailing between the top and middle ropes. Gravity kicks in and he belly flops onto the apron, coughing and groaning as he clutches his stomach and rolls off of it to the floor. Trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, Adams continues to hold his gut with one hand and uses the other to grope at the apron and uses it to start to lift him. Patiently Kiyoshi stands in the ring and awaits his opponent with a certain satisfied look on his expression, waving his hands in the universal gesture for more or a hug to applause.


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CM: Aw, Kiyoshi really is just a big teddy bear! He wants to hug Ethan!


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JH: I some how doubt Kiyoshi has lost all reason and wants to hug a fellow competitor in the middle of the ring.


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CL: Yeah Chip, we saw Felix Arroyo already tonight.


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Staggering up to his feet, the First Wonder of the World wheezes and heaves, he jumps when he notices the near-by presence of the Rejects’ smiling leader. Innocently Onikage puts up his arms and backs away, showing he means no harm to his brother in sin’s opponent to a small applause. When this manages to register in Ethan’s head, a small smirk creeps across his lips and he looks towards the ring, waving for the Yeti to come out. With a shake of his head, the champion gestures yet again for more and for his opponent to re-enter the ring to continue their match as soon as possible.


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JH: Looks like they can’t decide whether to fight on the inside or the outside.


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CL: I vote the outside.


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CM: You would Conse, you would.


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Amazingly, Kiyoshi actually requests for the senior referee to cease the count to the expected response that he’s got a job to do and continue to do just that. With it nearing the first ten of the twenty count, the Yeti decides to waste no more time and almost dives right out of the ring to the floor. At the same exact time Ethan slides back into the ring, the champion only discovering this when he looks around and sees that his foe’s disappeared into thin air. Unfortunately by the time the Judo Sensei notices this the First Wonder of the World is already air borne off of a springboard and flipping through it with the greatest of ease. Like all things, he comes down back towards the ground and wraps his legs around the neck of the Ichiban Reject, and throws him as hard and far as he can!


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CL: Looks like Kiyoshi Nakahata is Star Struck!


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CM: Very droll, very droll Mr. Constance.


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JH: That Daisuke Tanaka impression is frightening…never do it again.


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Kips up to his feet and Adams pumps his fist into the air to applause and mild cheers from the Japanese crowd and the Messiah of the Mind tends to his comrade. His tending lasts moments because of the High Spot Sensation strolling over and getting him to back away as he grabs a handful of Kiyoshi’s white locks. With some struggle the smaller man gets the champion back into the ring and slaps the hands of a few front row fans, playing to the fans for more applause. As this is going on the outside, on the inside the Yeti tries his hardest to see straight after that maneuver and on wobble legs starts to stir a little near Tony.

CM: Yes, you’re great Ethan but get back in the ring!

JH: True, for a man that’s been all about taking every chance he gets in this match he is playing a little bit too much to the crowd right now to try and get their support.

CL: Like Kiyoshi’s going any where any time soon.

Graceful as ever, the rookie in one fluid motion slides in under the bottom rope and rolls right up onto one knee with a confident smirk on his face. A smirk that is wiped off his face when he notices the Ichiban Reject running sloppily and half dazedly towards him at full speed. Brief is the word to use when describing Nakahata’s contact, no more than a mere second after his foot touches Ethan’s knee and he pushes up to scale…Ethan rolls away! Rolling right up to his feet in a panic, he leaps up and delivers a wicked back brain kick yet to gasps from the fans the champion keeps his balance and doesn’t leave his feet!

JH: What in the world?! Kiyoshi’s still standing!

CL: Though looks like a sailor who has had one too many drinks.

CM: Or, like Mr. Blond on a Saturday Night.

Baffled, the High Spot Sensation for a few moments just stares at the Yeti and his eyes dart about as he tries to think of what to do next. Eventually he opts to let his pride face Kiyoshi’s, leaping up and nailing a second back brain kick with precise aim to a few cringes from the fans! They shake and lose their footing, it looks like it might be over when Nakahata plants his feet back down again and refuses to fall as he blinks in a dazed state. Anger soon is consuming Adams and he hits a third back brain kick only to pop up and nearly get his head taken off and gets all of his sweat taken off by a lariat! The blow is so powerful that it sends the young man flying through the air, doing over three hundred and sixty degrees to roars of cheers before he face plants!

CL: Lariat! The very same maneuver he used to end Kitten’s reign!

CM: But was that all he had left?!

JH: It does look like he’s running on empty.

Prove of that statement is the aftermath of the lariat; the champion falls back into the ropes and uses them to hold his body up in a vertical base. Shaking his head and blinking, the Savior of Sorrow questions Mr. FSC from ringside to make sure he’s still able to continue the match. Likewise, Tony Clarke kneels down and checks on Ethan to make sure he isn’t completely knocked out from the blow he just received from the Yeti of FIW. Slowly and feebly the rookie pushes his head off of the mat, drool hanging down from his bottom lip and connected to a tiny puddle of spit on the canvas.

CM: Wow…I think both guys are out of it.

JH: It wouldn’t surprise me if they both had concussions after the shots they’ve taken to the head!

CL: Ah…if only it was Kiyoshi’s so-called advisor and not Kiyoshi with the potential brain damage.

Mister FSC looks like he’s seeing some thing alien by his features when trembling and slobbering all over the place, the First Wonder of the World starts to stir. Using Tony and his shirt for support, Adams hoists his body back up onto its legs and wills it to a vertical base despite its clear protest. Irrational or not, the champion bolts from the ropes and tries yet again to haphazardly make his way over to the rookie, and throws out his arm and leg. Just as he’s about to cinch it in the High Spot Sensation elbows him repeatedly in the side of the skull, saving him from the fate of tasting another signature maneuver.

JH: Oh! Kiyoshi was so close to hitting the S.T.K.!

CL: Looks like Ethan’s got other plans for us though

CM: Should I turn off the Space Tornado warning alert then, Hitchen?

Back steps away from Ethan leaves Nakahata wide open for a swinging neckbreaker from his aforementioned opponent to a small applause from the fans! Steadily the High Spot Sensation gets up to his feet and stumbles on his way over to the limp body of the Dual Crown Champion. With both of the Yeti’s waist in his hands in the blink of an eye, it is almost too easy for the rookie to roll them over and lock in his signature submission to applause! Tony slides down onto his knees and skids across the canvas, checking on the Ichiban Reject to ensure he isn’t ready to submit and be there if he does choose to. FIW’s Judo Sensei winces and groans, the pain starting to over take him as Adams leans back & in moments Timmy is ringing the bell!


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


CL: He did it?! He really fucking did it?!

CM: I think so! I think I saw it!

JH: Unbelievable! This has to be the greatest victory in Ethan Adams’ career!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen…


When the bell tolls Ethan releases the hold immediately, his eyes as large as saucers and Tony Clarke talking with Anderson & Timmy through the ropes. Hastily Onikage slides into the ring, helping Nakahata up onto his knees and putting a towel around his neck. FIW’s First Wonder of the World looks around, breathing as hard as humanly possible while the Savior of Sorrow helps his comrade take a sip from a water bottle.


MA: The thirty minute time limit has expired and as of a result of this…this match has been declared a DRAW!


CM: A draw? Awww…

JH: Awww?! This is still huge! Kiyoshi Nakahata did not defeat Ethan Adams and that young man survived, going head to head with the FIW Dual Crown Champion!

CL: Yup, hanging with the champion like that does give you some room to talk about title shots.


It is clear the announcement is a little bitter sweet for the High Spot Sensation, looking down and sucking it up along with a lot of air. Though an appreciative smile finds its way on his face when the entire arena gives him a polite applause over the outing he just had with the champion. Out of the corner of his eye he notices the Messiah of the Mind helping Mr. FSC to his feet, and takes a few protective steps away from his foe. Kiyoshi is breathing about as hard as the rookie is, his eyes holding a slight glazed trait to them than they usually do.

JH: What now?!

CL: Looks like the Rejects aren’t done with Ethan.

CM: If Kiyoshi blasts him I think I might have an orgasm.

White locks in his face help hide the vague expression on the Judo Sensei’s face and he with the help of Onikage takes several steps forward towards Adams. FIW’s First Wonder of the World still looks unsure about what is going on…till feebly Nakahata extends his hand to the young man. They look between each other, and Ethan looks down at the hand for several moments before much like at the start of the match he accepts it & shakes it! This sign of sportsmanship brings all the fans up to their feet, applauding the two men for their battle and this respectable & honorable gesture between two competitors.

CL: I can’t fucking believe it…A hand shake?! Ethan, you traitor! Redeem yourself and kick Kiyoshi in the balls or…fucking some thing!

CM: So much for that orgasm.

JH: Feh you two! That is an impressive sight to me! Not to mention it is touching to see such respect shared between two men!

CL: Right…any ways, we’re all out of time for this shit, for Chip and Bitchen, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

The camera gets one last shot of Ethan Adams & Kiyoshi Nakahata shaking hands to a standing arena’s ovation and then fades to black…

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