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ReVolt; 01-25-08
Topic Started: Jan 26 2008, 04:43 AM (294 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.

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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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The scene opens inside of the Saitama Super Arena in Saitama, Japan and focuses on the ring, where Dragon is stood along with announcer Michael Anderson and referee Richard Kelly.

MA: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest of the evening and is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds and hailing from Houston, Texas. This is DRAGON!!

At the sound of his name, Dragon throws his right arm up in the air, then heads to the ropes and motions for the fans to make noise. In response, the fans stay relatively quiet, prompting Dragon to go to the opposite side of the ring and try his luck again, being with similar silence.

JH: “Hello and welcome to ReVolt! I’m Jonathon Hitchen, and alongside me are Chip Martin and Constance Loire! In the ring right now is Dragon and we’re awaiting the return of a former Champion who has not graced the ring in over three years!”

CM: “Be specific here, Hitchen. He’s a former Cruiserweight and Tag Team Champion. You don’t want to confuse the people, making them think that a top tier champion is coming back. That’s giving them false hope..”

JH: “Nice to be here with you too, Chip. Got any opinions to weigh in on this first match, Conse?”

CL: “Well, not really. I’m interested in two things though. One; to see whether or not The Majesty has cleaned off ample ring rust in order to make a worthwhile return. And two; to see if Dragon can perhaps build on some of that momentum he gathered last week against Ash Koopa..”

CM: “What momentum? He tapped out like a whiney little baby..”

JH: “You’re forgetting though, at one point, Dragon was a microsecond away from winning that match. To be fair, that’s probably the crowning achievement in his FIW career and his confidence has to be soaring coming into this match.”


Suddenly, the lights dim and strobe lights of all colours begin darting around the arena as the PA fires into life with “Secret Crowds” by Angels & Airwaves. As smoke begins to fill the arena, the strobes continue to dance around, cutting shapes through the air. At the sound of a bell tolling, The Majesty steps through the gateway on the stage and stands with his hands on his hips, admiring the Japanese fans for a brief moment, before throwing his arms up and motioning for more noise. Turning his attention to the ring, The Majesty quickly bounds down the steps and charges down the aisle, then slides under the bottom rope and scrambles to his feet.

MA: “And the opponent, weighing two-hundred and thirty-six pounds, and hailing from Melbourne, Australia. Making his return to Full Intensity Wrestling, this is THE MAJESTY!!

The Majesty points across the ring at Dragon, then turns and mounts the middle turnbuckle, moving his arms to the beat of the music. As the strobe lights come to a stop, The Majesty jumps down from the turnbuckle and begins circling the ring, carefully eyeing his opponent. With nothing else to do or say, Richard motions for the bell to officially start the match.

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

JH: “Here we go, then. The first match of the night and it’s a Welcome Back match featuring The Majesty against Dragon. Should be a good one..”

CL: “As is every match, right Hitchen?”

JH: “Not every match, but certainly a good number of them. Just look at the card for the rest of tonight. Every match has the potential to steal the show for any number of reasons.”


With the Japanese fans applauding, the two men circle the ring and begin motioning for a tie-up. Slowly, the combatants edge toward one another for a collar-elbow tie-up, only for Dragon to duck down and try for a single leg takedown. However, before Dragon score the takedown, The Majesty spins around on the spot and positions himself over Dragon’s left shoulder, before grabbing his arm and falling backward to the canvas, trapping him in a cross-armbreaker. Dragon instantly cries out in pain, but quickly manages to push himself up from the canvas at an angle and grab the bottom rope, forcing a break.

CM: “I’m sorry, but how quick did The Majesty slap that hold on?!”

JH: “Pretty damn quick, I’d say. Dragon tried for a quick takedown, but it came at a big cost. I don’t think anyone expected that, not least Dragon!”


As Dragon gingerly gets up from the canvas, clutching at his left shoulder, The Majesty rolls heels-over-head to his feet and slumps backward against the turnbuckles. Sensing an opportunity, Dragon lunges forward and attempts to crush The Majesty in the corner, only for the returning star to side-step, causing Dragon to collide chest-first with the top turnbuckle pad. As Dragon stumbles backward, The Majesty hooks him from behind with a half nelson and throws him overhead, dumping Dragon awkwardly on the back of his head.

CL: “Half nelson suplex! I think this is about the time one of us turns into a Japanese announcer and scream the name of the moves because they’re so freakin’ dangerous!”

CM: “Not me. I’m not getting down with that..”

JH: “And I want to preserve my voice for the rest of the show. And that’s probably the only thing belonging to Dragon that is going to survive this match. Lord knows his body won’t take much more of a beating.”


In an absolute daze, Dragon tries to get to his feet whilst clutching at the back of his head, only to lose his footing and drop to his knees. All the while, The Majesty leans against the same set of turnbuckles, merely staring at his opponent. As Dragon makes it back to his feet, The Majesty charges forward and jumps up, catching Dragon with a powerful double-footed dropkick to the mid-section to send him flying backward to the corner of the ring and crashing against the bottom turnbuckle.

JH: “Jesus fucking Christ! I don’t normally swear like that, especially not this early in the show, but I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life!”

CM: “The Majesty just dropkicked Dragon half-way across the ring! Into the turnbuckles, no less! It was like one of those crazy over-sells in a kung fu movie!”

CL: “Over-sell? Where would you get a word like that?”

CM: “Not sure. I think I heard it used in the locker room once and I just picked it up. Just one of those words that you like the sound of at first and then grow to despise it once you realise you don’t know what it means..”


With Dragon down in the corner, The Majesty looks up from his prone position on the canvas to observe his opponent, then rests his hands behind his head and relaxes. Richard Kelly checks on The Majesty, to which The Majesty gives a thumbs up, then sends the referee to check on Dragon.

CL: “Looks like that kick may have taken it out of The Majesty. He hasn’t moved since delivering that dropkick..”

JH: “Richard Kelly seems happy with his condition, though. I guess that with Dragon incapacitated in such a way, there’s no real need to hurry the match along.”


Coughing uncontrollably, Dragon slumps forward from the corner onto his hands and knees, then spits on the canvas and clutches at his mid-section. Realising that his opponent is down, Dragon looks to Richard, who merely shrugs. With a pained smile on his face, Dragon battles to his feet and stumbles toward his opponent, coughing with every step. Standing over The Majesty, Dragon glances around at the fans, then ducks forward to pull his opponent up, only for The Majesty to reach up with his legs and scissor Dragon’s head. Before Dragon can react, The Majesty hooks his left arm and uses it to pull Dragon to the canvas, then releases the head scissor and switches to Fujiwara armbar. As Dragon squirms to fight free, The Majesty adjusts his position and hooks Dragon’s right arm, trapping it in a chicken wing hold and prompting Dragon to quickly submit to the pain.

CM: “Submission! Dragon taps again!”

At the sound of the bell, The Majesty releases the hold and gets to his feet, allowing Richard to raise his arm in victory as “Secret Crowds” hits the PA system once again.

MA: “Your winner, by submission, THE MAJESTY!!

As Richard goes to check on Dragon, The Majesty heads to the near corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle, before throwing his arms up. Clearly enjoying the adulation of the fans, The Majesty calls for more noise, before motioning to his waist with both hands.

JH: “The Majesty motioning that he wants a Championship belt! He’s barely been back five minutes and he wants to get back into title contention? What belt could he be wanting to challenge for?”

CL: “Well, he made a name for himself in the Cruiserweight division. And considering the open invitational at the pay-per-view, I can only imagine that he’s going for the Flycore belt..”

CM: “No way. He’s been there and done it. Why would The Majesty want to return to that division when he could move a little higher and get mauled by Kiyoshi Nakahata.”

JH: “I wouldn’t be surprised if The Majesty could be yet another person to take Kiyoshi to a draw. His style is certainly different and that submission hold looked insanely painful. Whatever belt The Majesty challenges for, he’ll give that Champion a run for their money!”


Cue a cut to the backstage area, with the camera focused on an empty space. Nothing fancy about it whatsoever; just a brick wall. That is, however, until Ash Koopa walks into the shot with a big grin on his face. Dressed ready to compete, Ash stands in front of the camera wearing his ring attire and a matching yellow vest. He looks to his left, and then looks to his right. Satisfied with the surroundings, Ash leans in close to the camera and points at the lens with his right index finger.

Ash: "Let me tell you something, brothers.."

A small chuckle escapes from his mouth as Ash takes a step away from the camera.

Ash: "It’s incredibly quiet here in Palookaville and I'll tell you why. It's full of yellow-belly chickens. And not the sort of chickens you'd like to cover in batter and serve in a bucket with some special coleslaw. I'm talking about the sort of chickens that, really, are people who don't know how to react in certain situations and end up doing absolutely nothing. People like Nightmare. People like Jay Bain. People like Shaun Wilson. And as it stands, just about anyone who happens to be opposing me in this open invitational ladder match at that blasted pay-per-view with the stupid name.."

Clearly annoyed by the name, Ash screws up his face in anger and stomps his foot on the floor. He takes a quick moment to regain his composure, then smiles at the camera and adjusts his vest before continuing.

Ash: "I may not be able to pronounce the name of the event, but at least I'm actually promoting it. During the course of the week, I did my bit for the marketing department in an attempt to promote the ladder match. Sure, it was unorthodox. I mean, I didn't go on prime time television or do an interview with a national paper. I called out each of my opponents, hoping that in a moment of sanity, one of them responds. If any one of those five guys were to respond to me, the interest around the ladder match would grow. Instead, the match is being looked at as nothing more than card filler with the opportunity for a few high spots. And that is not the sort of match I want to be involved in. I want to be in the match that steals the show!"

Unimpressed with the idea, Ash shakes his head.

Ash: "Not going to happen, is it. These guys are supposed to be the future of Full Intensity Wrestling, but they don't even know how to go about promoting a big pay-per-view. Nick Allen, Drake Love and Shaun Wilson completely ignore the matter for the sake of focusing on their match. Jay Bain, lowers himself to the bottom of the pack by stating 'no comment' on the whole matter. Jay, its better to ignore me completely than offer up that crap, because then I know you heard what I said. And quite frankly, I'm insulted. But after all that, we come to Nightmare.."

Again, the smirk returns to Ash's face and he develops a small bounce in his stance, despite the fact that he's standing still. He runs his left hand down across his goatee and chuckles to himself.

Ash: "Nightmare, a man who has been to the top and gradually moved further and further down the card until sitting on the bottom above the consistent losers. A right normally reserved for someone coming to the end of their career, having passed the ripe age of forty. Except Nightmare is only thirty-one. He's spent so much time blaming everyone else for his defeats that they've just passed him by. Rather than focus on fixing the problem, Nightmare chooses to whine every week and as a result, he picks up more and more losses, until he's at the bottom of the barrel. Better still, he's been silent since I pointed this out to him at the beginning of the week and that can mean only one of two things. Either he's in the gym, working himself to the max. Or.."

A cold smile cracks on Ash's face.

Ash: "Or he's hiding away somewhere, obsessing that he can't even cut a decent promo anymore, let alone win a match. Huddled away in the corner, haunted by his own nightmares. Irony is rather bitter sweet, wouldn't you say?"

Now enjoying himself, Ash throws his head back and begins laughing. After a brief moment, Ash gathers his thoughts and wipes a tear from under his left eye, then rolls his shoulders and focuses back on the camera.

Ash: "I think the important thing here is that those five need to realise that they're all going to lose tonight. Not necessarily their matches, but compared to what I'm going to do in that ring this evening, nothing will compare. At the end of it all, people will be looking at the ladder match and the first name that comes into their heads will be mine. Ash Koopa. Then Wilson by default, considering that the match is for his belt. But no-one will know or care for the other people involved. I'm making a statement tonight at the hands of Robert Black. And I suggest that you five - Drake, Nick, Jay, Nightmare and Shaun - all pay attention on how to win a match."

He leans in closer to the camera.

Ash: "It may help you one day."

With that said, Ash pats the camera from the right side and turns to walk away. He quickly glances over his left shoulder and chuckles, then heads down the corridor and round a corner, out of sight. The camera stares blankly for a few minutes, and then comes to a fade, closing out the scene.
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The camera cuts back to ringside as the PA kicks into life with “Doom” by Nine Inch Nails, prompting the arena lights to fade, leaving nothing more than two white strobes flashing around the stage area. Slowly, white lights appear along the side of the aisle, illuminating the front row of fans.

CL: “Welcome back to ReVolt! Hitchen, Martin and Loire here at ringside as we prepare for Ash Koopa to battle the big Robert Black.”

JH: “Now this ought to be an interesting match. Ash dismantled Dragon, a much smaller person, last week in a fairly respectable time. But Black is considerably bigger and I want to see how Ash tackles this giant redwood.”

CM: “You want to see him tackle Rob’s wood? Even by your standard, that’s pretty sick, Hitchen. You should be ashamed of yourself, spewing such profanity on television!”

JH: “Oh shut up, Chip!”


Suddenly, a set of pyrotechnics explode on the stage and the hard beat kicks in as Robert Black emerges from behind the curtain. Robert looks around the Saitama Super Arena at the applauding fans, before making his way across the stage and down the steps. Pausing at the top of the aisle, Robert raises his arms above his head in a salute to the fans, drawing a relatively mixed reaction. All of a sudden, the camera quickly pans back as Ash Koopa dives off the stage and smashes Robert in the back of the head with a double axe handle, sending him sprawling to the floor in a heap.

CM: “Where the Hell did Ash just come from?!”

JH: “No idea, but it looks like Ash didn’t want to wait and go face-to-face with Robert Black. He came off the stage, which is about eight foot high, with that sledge to the skull!”

CL: “Don’t exaggerate, Hitchen. This stage is about four foot off the floor..”


Ignoring the jeering fans, Ash pulls Robert to his feet and nails him with a right haymaker, sending the big man staggering along the aisle toward the ringside area. Ash gives chase and nails another right hand, then drives his knee into Rob’s mid-section, before grabbing hold of his head. Leading Robert by his head, Ash rushes toward the ring and launches his opponent forward, sending Robert crashing shoulder first into the edge of the apron, before he crumples to his knees. As Robert tries to get back to his feet, Ash lunges forward and kicks him in the side of the head, pushing Robert’s upper torso under the bottom rope.

JH: “Looks like Ash is trying for another mugging! He caught Dragon unaware with that kick to the face last week and he’s just delivered a similar kick to Robert Black! And that’s before the match has even started!”

CM: “Calm down, Hitchen. Ash just wants to get this match over and done with as quickly as possible. To make memories, I guess..”


Whilst Robert slowly gets to his knees in the ring, clutching at his left shoulder, Ash climbs onto the apron and looks around at the jeering Saitama fans with a smirk on his face. Ash carefully watches Robert’s movements, then steps through the ropes into the ring, prompting Logan Black to sound for the bell to start the match.

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

JH: “For what its worth, there’s the bell!”

With Robert still on his knees cradling his shoulder, Ash grabs a handful of hair with his left hand, then connects with a heavy right haymaker. Ash quickly follows up and lands a second blow, then looks for a third, only for Robert to get his hands up and shove Ash away, sending him sprawling backward to the canvas. Quick to shake off the interruption, Ash scrambles to his feet and rushes forward to nail his opponent, but instead gets caught with an uppercut to the throat, forcing him to back off.

CL: “That was a vicious shot to the throat. And you can tell that Ash wasn’t expecting that whatsoever!”

CM: “Would you expect that from someone as big and cumbersome as Robert Black after you just put a hurting on him? All Ash had to do was nail another right hand and it would’ve been lights out!”

JH: “And why, exactly, are you so keen to sing Ash’s praises?”

CM: “I’m not. It’s a default reaction, considering I don’t actually like Robbie Black..”


As Robert makes it to his feet, Ash manages to shake off the shot and rushes forward, prompting the big man to swing a Polish Hammer, which Ash barely manages to duck under. Before Robert can react, Ash grabs his head from behind and yanks it back, slamming his skull into the canvas. Not wanting to risk losing momentum, Ash jumps forward and drives his elbow down into Robert’s chest, then makes a lateral press on the big man for a pin attempt.
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TW- KICK OUT!!
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JH: “It would appear that Ash is going to need to do more than just that to put Robert Black away this early in the match.”

CM: “Have you not considered that there may be a conspiracy? Logan Black is the referee for this match and that looked like a slow count for Robert Black. I think these two are related!”

CL: “Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t think that ‘the powers that be’ would be stupid enough to ignore something like that.”


Ash quickly gets to his feet and pulls Robert up, then drives the point of his elbow down on top of Robert’s head, before grabbing his left wrist and whipping him to the near corner. With Robert dazed in the corner, Ash charges forward and levels Robert with an avalanching clothesline, then hooks the big man in a front chancery and leads him away from the turnbuckles. Ash tries to lift Robert for a vertical suplex, but struggles to get him off the ground, prompting Ash to jab Robert in the ribs with his left hand. Again, Ash tries to lift Robert, but instead changes his plan and spins out of the chancery, before whipping Robert to the opposite corner. Ash clutches at his back, then points across the ring and charges at Robert, before jumping in the air for an avalanching splash, only to be caught in mid-air by his big opponent. Holding Ash over his shoulder, Robert carefully moves out of the corner, whilst Ash looks around at the fans with fear etched on his face.

CM: “That can’t be a good place to be in right now..”

JH: “Well, Rob does have a reputation for being a brutal powerhouse. Ash may be about to go for the ride of his life!”


Holding Ash with one arm, Robert raises his left hand to the fans and looks to throw his opponent overhead, but the distraction allows Ash to battle free of the hold with a burst of right hands to the temple.

CL: “I can’t believe Robert just wasted an opportunity like that..”

With Robert dazed, Ash quickly backs into the ropes and rebounds with a clothesline attempt, only for Robert to raise his arms and block the shot with his forearms. As Ash shakes his arm in pain, Robert hooks him in a front waistlock and throws him overhead for a belly-to-belly suplex in the middle of the ring. Ash quickly staggers back to his feet in a daze, allowing Robert to easily lift him overhead for a military press, before dumping him face-down on the canvas. Looking to build momentum, Robert backs into the ropes and quickly rebounds to deliver a huge leg drop to the back of Ash’s head. With the Japanese fans applauding, Robert rolls Ash cover and hooks the near leg for the pin attempt.
[align=center]ONE
TWO
TH- KICK OUT!!
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JH: “Oh boy, that was close! I’m having flashbacks to last week, when Dragon almost upset Ash and scored his first win. It could’ve just happened again!”

CM: “Wouldn’t really be an upset though, would it? I mean, Robbie has a good sixty pounds on Ash and is much, much bigger. David and Goliath was an upset, but if Robert Black wins, its natural progression. Or something..”

CL: “Now you’re talking out of your ass and you know it, Chip!”


Robert stumbles to his feet and pulls Ash up to his feet, then cracks him with a stiff forearm to the jaw, causing Ash’s knees to buckle on impact. With Ash dazed, Robert quickly glances around and backs into the ropes, then rebounds and lunges forward for a big lariat, only to barely miss as Ash side-steps the move. As Robert turns around to find his opponent, Ash quickly sweeps his legs out with a double-leg takedown and rolls into a cover, hooking both legs for the pin attempt.
[align=center]ONE
TWO
THRE- NO!!
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JH: “Ash just tried to sneak one out of the bag with that clever takedown!”

CL: “And we have to ask ourselves, when was the last time we saw Robert Black try for that patented Arm of Steel? A long time, I’m sure..”


Both men quickly scramble to their feet and Ash throws a right hand, only for Robert to connect with a kick to the mid-section, forcing Ash to double up. Robert follows up with a headbutt to the top of Ash’s head, then grabs his left wrist and sends Ash crashing into the near corner. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Robert heads over to the corner and motions for silence from the fans, then blasts Ash with a vicious overhand chop to the chest. As Ash clutches his chest, Robert climbs onto the middle rope and begins to punch Ash in the head, prompting most of the Japanese fans to count along.

CM: “This match has really turned in the favour of that big sack of shit! I don’t know how, but Ash has lost all of the momentum that he’s built up sink the match began!”

CL: “You mean before the match began, right? Don’t forget Ash jumped him..”

CM: “Let it go. It was all for nothing anyway, right? Chalk it up to a rookie mistake and call this match!”

JH: “He’s hardly a rookie, Chip. Ash has been wrestling for nearly fourteen years!”


As Robert nails Ash for the sixth consecutive time, Ash suddenly hooks his opponent’s legs and moves forward, before dropping back to drive Robert face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. Ash stumbles to his feet and heads to the far side of the ring to distance himself from his opponent, whilst Robert checks his face for any open wounds. As Robert turns around, Ash heads back across the ring and hooks his opponent’s head, before driving him face-first into his right knee. Quick to follow-up, Ash switches his grip for a side headlock and lunges forward, planting Robert face-first with a bulldog in the middle of the ring.

JH: “You may be wrong about the momentum as well, Chip. Ash seems to have suddenly swung it back in his favour with a couple of quick moves”

With Robert face-down on the canvas, Ash quickly climbs into a mount position on his opponent’s back and reaches around Robert’s face. Ash glances around and smirks at the fans, then pulls back on Robert’s head, trapping him in a Dragon Clutch. Robert fights the pain for a few seconds, but then reluctantly slaps the mat in submission to the hold.

JH: “And just like that, its all over; another submission victory to Ash.”

Logan Black calls for the bell and Ash releases the hold, then gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air, not allowing the referee to do it for him. The PA kicks into life with “A View To A Kill” and Ash parades himself around the ring for the jeering fans, then turns his attention to Michael Anderson at ringside.

MA: “Your winner, by submission; ASH KOOPA!!

With a smirk on his face, Ash climbs out of the ring and heads over to the ring announcer, quickly snatching the microphone away from him. Ash wipes at the sweat on his face, then rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet. He glances around at the fans in the Saitama Super Arena and runs his right hand through his hair, then points into the camera.

Ash: ”That.. THAT’S HOW YOU WIN A MATCH!

That said, Ash laughs to himself and turns to look at his fallen opponent. As Robert tries to push himself up from the canvas, Ash lunges forward and cracks Robert in the back of the head with the microphone. Ignoring Logan Black’s calls to leave the ring, Ash kneels down in the middle of the ring and watches Robert lay prone on the canvas. As Logan checks on Robert, Ash slowly rolls across the canvas and under the bottom rope, before heading up the aisle toward the back amidst a chorus of jeers.

JH: “How can he justify any of what we just saw? Ash jumps Robert before the match even began, then barely managed to win that tough match. And after all of it, he nails Robert with a microphone! What was the need for it?!”

CM: “To make memories, Hitchen. Robbie Black isn’t going to forget this night for a long time now. And some of these Saitama fans won’t either..”

CL: “That’s a fair point. Ash said he was out to make memories and he did it in a brutal fashion. Stay tuned as there’s more to come..”


Roxie stumbles through the backstage area pushing her way into a door. Of course it's closed as Roxie looks over her shoulder hearing her name being called off in the distance by a very familiar, yet annoying familiar, voice. With a frantic attempt, Roxie pushes her way through the door closing it swiftly behind her though her name can still be called. But after a moment it starts to die down in the distance.

Now alone in some strange new changing room, Roxie takes a moment to get her bearings together. Taking a few deep breaths, Roxie heads over toward the table placing both hands on the counter trying to calm herself down. Looking herself in the mirror now, Roxie takes the moment of peace to adjust her hair which for the most part is loose from its elastic band "prison" off in the back. Whilst bringing the hair back Roxie notices something in front of the mirror. A somewhat large gym bag resting on a chair. Roxie finishes her hair quickly and leans in closer to investigate.

The flaps are unzipped so it isn't hard for Roxie to peer inside. Pulling out a shirt clearly designed for a female chest, Roxie looks at the design on the front. Shrugging her shoulders with a bit of interest, Roxie places it back in the bag. In doing so she feels something hard almost scrape across the back of her finger. Letting out a slow wince of pain Roxie begins moving some clothing aside. It doesn't take her long though to find what she's digging for as a title belt rests buried beneath the article of clothing. Again some faint interest from Roxie until she notices the title. Instantly she begins to look for a tag on the bag and finds one attached to the short strap. It clearly belongs to someone of whom Roxie has feelings toward. Whether they be good or bad, Roxie thrusts the bag closed and goes to leave.

As she attempts the escape however, a set of voices can be heard from the outside. Both of them being familiar to Roxie, she quickly begins to look for a hiding place. As the door begins to open and voices become louder, Roxie throws herself in behind the couch.


Jaime: No, haven't seen her.

Shawni: Oh. Well, you're a complete waste of my time then, aren't you?

Jaime closes the door shaking her head as Shawni has obviously stormed off herself. Reprieve from her "discussion" with the red headed tyrant soon comes as she flops down on the couch. Roxie, spotting Jaime’s hair resting over the back of the couch, smiles as she slowly reaches up for it to hopefully get the upper hand in what should be a vicious assault on her part. Though before she can grab a handful of hair, Jaime is off the couch and toward her gym bag with an odd look on her face.

At first Roxie seems upset but then her face brightens up. It clearly was a good thing she didn't grab her hair because grabbing her hair would've caused a scream. From there would've been the crowd and from the crowd would've been Shawni. Roxie's best bet is to escape undetected. Roxie slowly begins her attempt.

Pulling out a shirt from the bag, Jaime looks it up and down as if something were wrong.


Jaime: That's not how I left you.

Jaime then looks down lowering the shirt revealing Roxie in the mirror still slowly standing up to a vertical base sliding up against the wall at the same time. Jaime continues to rummage through her bag a slight breath of air coming through her as she notices her belt is still in the bag and not stolen once again. But the reprieve ends when she notices something move in the mirror. At first glance it didn't seem like anything, but a second and Jaime quickly spins around catching Roxie standing there.

Jaime: What are you doing in here?

Roxie doesn't respond other than a few stammers of shock that her attempt of escape went noticed.

Jaime: Oh my god, you snuck in here to watch me change, didn't you?

Roxie begins to shake her head placing a finger against her lips trying to calm Jaime down. Loud voices was another way of attracting a crowd. Jaime though doesn't seem calm.

Jaime: Get out!

"But...how did you?"

Not the best thing to be asking right now, but Jaime seems angry enough to oblige her with an answer as she points over behind her toward the mirror.

Jaime: You can't escape in front of a mirror! Are you that dense to believe it would work?

Being called "dense" doesn't seem like the best thing either as Roxie glares openly toward Jaime ready to pounce. Jaime though doesn't seem ready to back down but when she hears something off in the distance being screamed loudly, she grows an idea.

Exiting her "fight welcoming" stance, Jaime slowly sidesteps toward the door taking her time with each motion. Roxie lowers her guard as well while watching Jaime make her way toward the door.


"What...what are you doing? Jaime, why are you going toward the door?" Roxie's eyes slightly widen as she realizes what her plan of action is. "Jaime, don't open the do--don't!"

Too late as Jaime rips open the door and quickly looks outside. Roxie swallows hard when she sees Jaime look back toward her with a smile on her face. Before Roxie can say anything though...

Jaime: ROXIE!!! THERE YOU ARE!!! HEY SHAWNI!!! I FOUND HER FOR YOU!!! OVER HERE!!!

Roxie scrambles to try and get out from behind the couch. Along the way though she trips and falls face first on the carpeted floor as Jaime continues to yell out into the hall for Shawni to come quick. From the ground, Roxie crawls on her hands and knees for a moment while trying to push herself up to her feet. Just as she does so, she comes face to face with Jaime who gives her a little smile. Roxie returns this with a snarl before turning and running down the hall. Though moments later she begins running in the opposite direction as Jaime closes the door.
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JH: We are joined here at the commentary booth by Lara Toni and her manager Orion Oldriod for this match but we only have one extra headset Mr. Oldriod.

CL: She doesn't talk anyway does she? I thought she was mute.

CM: You can have mine Orion!

Chip hands his headset to Orion and the self-proclaimed Living Legend takes a seat beside his young client. Lara Toni is moving somewhat gingerly, the attack at the hands of FIW's Hellcatzilla has left her in a bad way and as always Orion is moving around on his crutches.

Lara: It's a pleasure to be here this week guys to call this match with you, especially after what happened last week.

CL: Wow, she talks! I'm shocked you let her get a word out!

Orion: I don't know exactly who you are or who you think you are...

Oldriod is interrupted by the sound of Akira Ifukube.

CL: Here we go.

The lights dim and that infamous decades old music plays over the sound system of the arena much to the dismay of most of the fans and to the delight of a few nerds. Swiftly the curtain is thrown back and Paper Bag Man steps out onto the stage, and holds the curtain open for the others. Next to step out onto the stage gains a thunderous jeers from the fans as Smarty Smark struts out and takes several bows to his adoring public. He then spins around on his heels and claps, pointing to the gigantic female that walks out from the back next with a snarl.

The trio walk down the walk way, Hembra in the lead as Smarty struts behind her and applauds her as PBM hangs behind shaking his head at his boss' antics. Smarty slaps PBM over the head and shoves him forward, PBM catches himself and hops up onto the apron before the other two. He stands up on the bottom rope and pushes down on the top rope so their monstrous client easily steps over it and Smarty tries to do the same only to fall face first. After brushing himself off, Smarty continues to applaud & hype up his client while she stands in her assigned corner and growls, lifting up her massive arms to jeers.


MA: Introducing first in this Hellcat Division Match scheduled for one fall to be governed under Horrocore Rules. Introducing first, accompanied by Smarty Smark and Paper-Bag-Man...HEMBRA MONSTRUO!!!!!!

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. 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.

MA: And her opponent, weighing 145 pounds...T-BIRD!!!!!!

T-Bird bounces around shaking loose as the monster of the Hellcat division stands in her corner, her expression has not changed as her eyes are locked onto the Hellcat opposing her tonight.

CL: I think it's obvious that Smarty Smark is onto a winner with the Monstruo.

JH: You just wonder what she will do in this match against T-Bird.

CL: Whatever she damn well pleases if you ask me.

The referee calls for the bell and it sounds, T-Bird goes right on the offensive by running at Hembra but the biggest female in FIW history just scoops T-Bird up into her arms and tilts her around into a solid backbreaker across the knee. Hembra looks down at T-Bird with still no change of expression, T-Bird scrambles to the bottom rope for safety. T-Bird pulls herself up and runs at Hembra but the powerful Hellcat does not move an inch and it's T-Bird who is sent straight down to the canvas in a failed shoulder block attempt.

JH: Lara, I have to ask what it felt like to be woman-handled by Hembra Monstruo last week here on ReVolt.

Lara: It was my second taste of Hembra's awesome power and you know Jonathan, I haven't ever felt anything like it and I used to train with male competitors. She really took me up high and for a moment I didn't think I was going to come down.

Orion: I just want to add to that Hitchen, Lara had just won a Six-Way and was exhausted. Hembra came in and attacked not only after a gruelling match but also after Adam Wilson got his licks in.

T-Bird is cautiously back up to her feet and attempts a high dropkick but Hembra swots her away with ease. Smarty Smark claps and then instructs PBM to do the same but his finger tip is obviously still bothering him. T-Bird is a gamer and tries to come back with another dropkick but Hembra BLASTS T-Bird in the face with a an elbow strike. T-Bird is out on her feet as Hembra follows up with a headbutt and finally a palm thrust to the face leaves T-Bird slumping down to the canvas below. Blood starts to appear from T-Bird's nose before Hembra stomps down on her face. Hembra drives a knee directly into the facial features of T-Bird, drawing more blood from her mouth.

CL: T-Bird had better find another plan and quick, she's getting her ass kicked by Hembra.

JH: Orion, I see no Malachy McPhee out here. Is there a reason?

Orion: Keep your mind on the match Hitchen.

Hembra drags a weakened T-Bird up to her feet...only to knock her right back down with a HARD thrust kick! T-Bird is dragged to a corner and pulled up so Hembra can connect with a series of vicious shoulders into her midsection. T-Bird is bleeding rather heavily from her nose, mouth and now a cut above her right eye where the thrust kick must have landed. Hembra steps back and runs in with a Fallecomiento De la Parte Posterior! T-Bird staggers out of the turnbuckle off of Monstruo's momentum and walks right into a MILITARY PRESS! Hembra lifts T-Bird up and down several times before driving her into the mat below! Hembra covers with a lateral press for a somewhat academic cover...

Lara: Mercifully this looks to be over.

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TWO!

HEMBRA PULLS HER SHOULDERS UP!
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CL: She's just toying with her now! This is what she'll do to you Lara Toni if you ever get in the ring again with the Hellcatzilla!

Lara: You know Constance, Hembra has been on a tear in FIW and through the Hellcat Division but right now I'm still standing and so are couple others. She may be big and bad but there's no white flag yet.

CL: Important word there being 'yet'.

T-Bird is practically helpless on the mat as Hembra aims and delivers heavy shots to the back of her head from a standing position. Hembra drags a prone T-Bird up and locks in a BEARHUG! The referee is on hand to check for a submission but Hembra begins violently rocking T-Bird back and forth in the bearhug! Like a rag doll, T-Bird is shook almost out of her boots before Hembra releases NGIW Flycore Champion. T-Bird hasn't a clue where she is as Hembra backs into the ropes and delivers a running forearm to knock T-Bird down and possibly out.

JH: I think it might be time to call this one off, ref.

Orion: Again Hembra is so impressive, ever since she came in she's dominated in every situation and I may not like some of her methods but you can't argue with her success so far.

CL: You thinking that you backed the wrong horse there?

Orion: Not at all. Hembra has all the tools to be even more of a force here than she already is but Lara is still learning and that's a journey I want to be a part of.

The referee is stood over T-Bird checking her to see if she can still continue but Hembra shoves him out of the way. Hembra picks T-Bird up and waffles her with a roundhouse kick that spins T-Bird around INTO A DDT! T-Bird's bloody head rebounds up off the canvas just for a moment before settling in a dazed expression. Hembra is still not done and T-Bird's misery continues as she is dragged up to a vertical base. Hembra pushes T-Bird back into the ropes and T-Bird comes off RIGHT INTO A URAKEN SPINNING BACK FIST!!!!! T-BIRD DROPS LIFELESS TO THE CANVAS AND THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL! MONSTRUO WANTS TO CONTINUE BUT THE MATCH IS OVER!

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MA: Here is your winner via referee stoppage...HEMBRA MONSTRUO!!!!!!!

Smarty Smark and Paper-Bag-Man enter the ring to celebrate another devastating victory over an established Hellcat Division starlet. Hembra remains indifferent to their presence, she only has her eyes on the destroyed and bloody carcass of T-Bird. Hembra pushes the ecstatic Smarty Smark aside and kicks the referee away from T-Bird.

JH: Let's not get sick about this...

CL: Hembra won the match without taking a single shot back in anger, she deserves to take whatever she wants from a pathetic T-Bird!

Lara: This is what I don't find appealing about Monstruo, win the match yes and in such dominating fashion but when the second bell rings then it's over.

Hembra drops to a knee and picks her up by the head. Hembra wipes her hand across the bloody face of her defeated opponent and then smears it across her battle armour as a symbolic souvenir. At the announce desk Lara Toni gets up to her feet and Hembra clocks her out of the corner of her eye. Hembra's attention is drawn to Toni and she stands up, Hembra moves away from T-Bird to the ropes as FIW's Super Agent and his charge stand behind her.

Lara: Guys, the last two weeks I have suffered a hell of a lot of punishment but...*Looking up at the Amazon* If it's a fight you want then look no further! I'll fight you anytime you like, anywhere! I've got something to prove, you can't just go around attacking people!

Lara removes her headset and returns the glare of Monstruo up in the ring, a challenge having been made. The two Hellcat's stand still, eyes locked on each other and the respective management providing the encouragement.

Backstage we find ourselves inside the locker room of an FIW Champion. The Fighting Spirit Champion, to be more precise. While we don’t see the champ, we do get to see his followers in the form of EN #3 and EN #4. The two are still bickering like little old ladies over EN #2’s acquired illness. Is it possible this has continued non-stop for the past few days?

The camera pans over to find the second Extreme Ninja sat back on the couch wearing his ring attire without the mask, rather a black scarf tied around the lower half of his face. The look on Ninja’s exhausted face answers that earlier question for us. Yes, Three and Four have been bickering like this non-stop for the past few days. So much so that Ninja seems completely numb to it.

A knock at the door interrupts the bickering long enough for Three and Four to cast a glance in unison to Ninja, who is apparently numb to all sounds thanks to Three and Four. Another knock prompts Three to push Four aside in his hurry to answer the door. He yanks it open and almost jumps back in surprise to find Jaime Lee standing the doorway with her Hellcat Division Championship over her shoulder and a small Tupperware container in her hand. Three glances back at Ninja and then does his best to completely block the doorway.

Extreme Ninja #3: Jaime! You can’t come in! You’ll catch it too and you guys won’t stand a chance tonight!

Hey, Ninja isn’t entirely numb to all sounds. EN #3’s shout of his tag team partner’s name actually brings a slight perk to Ninja. His shoulders rise up and his crystal blue eyes struggle to find the hellcat hidden behind EN #3. He doesn’t have to search hard though. Jaime’s giggle sounds out before she pushes her way past EN #3 with ease and barges into the room. The Third Generation Extreme Ninja almost topples over from the barge in though EN #4 catches him in his arms, and hoists him back up onto his feet.

Jaime: You are so silly! My God, you look awful!

Amazingly Jaime manages to flow effortlessly from conversation and emotion without a pause. Giggling at EN #3’s antics, finding them more of a joke than his concern for her well-being and then suddenly laying eyes on Ninja’s state with concern. Ninja stares up at his partner (in tag form only, as it turns out) with a pitiful drowsiness in his blue eyes, unsure how to respond to such a remark about his appearance beyond a timid shrug.

Jaime: Well, luckily I am here now. And I broooouuught…

Jaime draws out the last word with a smile on her face as she allows the Hellcat Division Championship to fall from her shoulder to the couch. She cradles the Tupperware container in one hand and pulls the top off with the other. Both of the other two Extreme Ninja stand on their tippy toes to try and see over Jaime's shoulder from a far to spot what's inside the container.

Jaime: Instant relief! My mom’s chicken noodle soup. It ALWAYS made me feel better when I was little. It has a secret ingredient that I’ll take to my grave.

Jaime sets the container on the coffee table before Ninja, the O.G. eyeing in curiously as his two buddies eye it with disbelief.

Extreme Ninja #4: Is the secret ingredient chicken?

He looks towards her with an immense amount of curiosity and amazement in his eyes till he gets slapped upside the head.

Extreme Ninja #3: No! You idiot! It’s the noodles, isn’t it?

Briefly he scowls at his comrade and then looks back over at the Hellcat to confirm his answer, and tilts his head to the side. With a small grumble underneath his breath EN #4 rubs the back of his head at the tender spot that was slapped a few moments ago by his comrade.

Jaime: It’s love!

Jaime bursts out the secret ingredient that she will no longer be able to take to her grave with a big smile on her face. As excited as she is about this ingredient, it seems to completely destroy any interest Three or Four had in this remedy. But regardless, Jaime takes a seat on the couch next to Ninja and scoops up the Tupperware bowl. She takes the soup in the bowl and stirs up the soup before getting a spoonful.

Jaime: Careful because it’s still hot…

She trails off with the spoon lingering over the bowl. Her eyes are now on Ninja, where she finally notices his signature scarf around his nose and mouth. Well, she may be slow on the uptake but she actually pieces this one together. The FSC blinks a few times very slowly and his eyes dart around as fast as they can with him in such a state, trying to find what she's looking at. A tad worried there might be some thing on him, EN #2's hand comes up and touches around his scarf to see if any thing's there. With a slight chuckle at herself she drops the spoon back in the bowl and sets the container on the table.

Jaime: Actually, I’ll get out of your hair… your pink hair…

Jaime adds this like she’s just noticing it for the first time. She’s just noticing it for the first time, isn’t she? And just after she finally shows signs of being quicker on the uptake than we originally thought. Such a statement brings a small yet equally pink tint to the Extreme Official's cheeks, least the parts not hidden.

Jaime: And let you do whatever it is you need to do.

She stands up from the couch, smoothing out her pink skirt and straightening her black tank top before picking up her title and throwing it back over her shoulder. Fumbling for actions and words, her fellow champion tries to come up with some way to get her to wait for a moment in a futile exercise.

Jaime: I’ll see you out there, partner.

Jaime heads for the door but is stopped when Ninja actually forces his weak body to sit upright on the couch and calls after her.

Extreme Ninja #2: Jaime?

Abruptly the hellcat spins around, her smile less infectious than before, apparently having lost it’s luster when she realized that she might be imposing on the ninjas. Or maybe she was somewhat offended her BFF must always wear a mask around her? Not that Ninja does it as an offensive manner but sometimes you can’t help but be offended by things that you know you shouldn’t be. Mustering up as much strength as he can he clears his throat and says in a softer & weaker than usual tone.

Extreme Ninja #2: Thank you for the soup.

Jaime’s smile widens but in an odd event seems to lose even more luster as her shoulders droop ever-so-slightly. She simply nods her response and continues to leave Ninja to whatever it is he needs to do. And apparently that’s received what would probably be a glare from EN3 considering the stance he’s taken and the slight shake of his head.

Extreme Ninja #3: Thank you for the soup?

The disapproval of how Ninja handled the latest interaction with his BFF seems to fall on deaf ears as far as Ninja is concerned. Once the door closes behind Jaime, Ninja slumps back into the couch, eyeing the chicken soup in front of him.
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The Drake Love entrance video begins to roll on the Global-Tron as AFI's Prelude 12-21 begins to blare over the PA system.

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[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage.

[align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promised you my heart just promise to sing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before.

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Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh)
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Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead.

[align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war.

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Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep.
(Oh-uh, Oh-uh)
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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, hood covering his face, and stands there with his eyes firmly locked on the ring, letting the strobes illuminate him and give him a very unnerving, fucking scary look. He starts on his paced walk to the ring, as soon as he reaches within range of the fans he starts tagging their hands, camera flashes washing over him. No matter how loud the fans are, no matter how many pictures are taken of him, though, his focus NEVER breaks from the ring. Once Nightmare arrives ringside he jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd from underneath his hood.

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

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

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

JH: Alright, so now we have four men who will be facing off against Shaun Wilson for his Flycore…

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

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

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


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

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


Shaun nears the ring and takes off his hoodie and slings it into the nearby audience. Shaun continues to lip synch the words as he takes a couple of steps to ringside where he stands resting his flycore title over his shoulder looking up at the four competitors in the ring.

JH: Speak of the devil.

CL: Here it comes with Shaun Wilson being the devil, huh? Why is that?

JH: It’s a phrase!

Drake takes advantage of this sudden interruption created by the Flycore champ and charges into Nick knocking him down from behind.

JH: Drake sure loves coming in from the rear.

CL: I guess you’d know. Personal experience and all.

Drake now begins to lace a few stomps down hard on Nick as J.J. motions for Jay to get to the apron. That task down, he turns to see if Nightmare has abided by the rules. Seeing that he has indeed, J.J. turns to Drake who is now in the midst of raising Nick up to his feet using two hands aside his head. Leaning him against the top rope, Drake grabs hold of the same rope to keep balance as he dishes out a few more kicks to the mid section. However Nick, still fresh, grabs hold of Drakes leg smashing his forearm right above the kneecap. Drake stumbles backwards as Nick tags out to recollect his bearings.

JH: I’d still like to know why Shaun is down here. Shouldn’t he be focused more on his match later tonight?

CM: That’s right, I’m looking forward to that one. It’ll almost be like watching a pimp teach a new ho some respect.

JH: That’s not cool!

Moments after charging forward brandishing twin forearm shots, Jay pulls Drake forward setting him off against the ropes. Upon Drakes return he is knocked straight out by a sudden step up enziguiri. Some Japanese fans mark out for the move at the fact that it sounds more Japanese than anything else as Jay rolls Drake up into a cover. But that’s all that happens other than the fact that Drake instantly kocks out before J.J. can even look for a spot to make a count.

JH: Too early for an ender.

Shaun now rushes up to right against the ring now and begins talking some smack with words that go unheard to the fans back home. Instead, all they can do is just guess but it’s clear that it’s not pleasant words being exchanged between the champ and Jay. Drake again takes this opportunity and quickly rises to his feet. A little too sudden though especially after s hot to the head as he stumbles back a little into his corner where Nightmare makes the tag and comes into the ring.

CL: So Nightmare’s in this thing now…great. Good guy versus good guy, this oughta be good.

CM: Stop being sarcastic. It’s confusing.

Nightmare catches Jay upon his turn around with a knee to the gut. Close shot, does its job well though as Nightmare follows it up with a DDT. Jay’s body, which has clearly been spiked down, falls to the canvas as Nightmare starts to raise himself up to find himself now being the brunt of Shaun’s verbal abuse. Nightmare steps up inviting Shaun into the ring but the invitation goes unused as Jay barely gets to his feet. Nightmare continues his verbal war with Shaun as Jay rolls by him making a tag with his ready to compete partner Nick who storms into the ring ready to take quick advantage of Shaun’s work.

JH: A lot of advantages being shifted just because of Shaun who remains at ringside.

CL: Really shows you that these guys are all about open advantages.

JH: Don’t know how many there’ll be next weekend.

CM: There’ll be a lot of course.

CL: Exactly. Ladders, men fighting from every direction. Though there won’t be advantages as much as there would be just senseless carnage. Ooo, getting the shivers already.

Nick lays a few open handed shots to the side of Nightmare’s face a few times before knocking him against the ropes. Nick then sends Nightmare running from the ropes into a neutral corner close to Shaun. Shaun again goes for some verbal assault but Nick doesn’t fall to prey for it as others have and instead continues his work on Nightmare.

JH: Looks like Nick is actually going to try and ignore Shaun.

CL: Well that’s a bad move on his part.

Shaun tries to hop up on the apron wanting to get right in Nick’s face but J.J. is there to keep him from getting more than a knee up. Of course though this sudden showing catches Nick’s attention long enough for Nightmare to shove him off before any fists can be landed across his face. Nightmare now, not really wanting to put up with any more of Shaun at the moment, heads over and tags Drake into the ring. Drake now comes in pointing toward Shaun as if to send him a quick message. Drake goes to hoist Nick back up to his feet, but a few elbow shots later and Nick is free from Drake’s grip. Nick charges against the ropes and rebounds right into a belly to belly overhead by Drake who seems to have everyone surprised by the sudden maneuver. Drake now begins to continue his advantage with some sudden shoulder stomps. With every kick, it seems that the ferocity and speed increase until he’s no longer resting the foot. Drake keeps up with the stomps until he can no longer keep balance and finally lowers his foot but afterwards, shortly afterwards, rises Nick up to his feet. Taking hold of Nick’s arm, Drake twists around going for a standing armbar, but is side kicked forward as Nick makes a somewhat desperate tag toward Jay.

JH: Nick getting out of there and that’s a smart move especially considering that Drake had just found a spot to work on. And Knowing Drake, chances are he’d continue to work there until the end.

CL: And that wouldn’t be good considering the match he’s going for, yea, we all know that. You can cut with the obvious play by play.

Jay comes in but Drake seems ready as he charges forward going around the smaller man to an in behind position. From there, Drake goes for a sudden german suplex.

CL: GERMAN SUUUPLEXXAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHH!!!!!

Would it be if it actually landed? Jay flips through it landing on his feet as Drake turns around realizing the counter. Quick to act though, Drake grabs a hold of Jays arm pulling him forward. However, Jay uses the momentum pulling himself back to float himself over Drake landing him with a DDT. Just as Jay gets to his feet he begins to hear some sort of chant coming from the crowd asking for something tall in particular. No, not Godzilla (“ha ha ha”), it’s a ladder! Jay points to the outside of the ring, not at a ladder mind you, but it gets the job done as he moves toward his earlier stated target.

JH: If Jay gets a ladder then uses it…

CL: He’ll get disqualified and I’ll be much happier.

CM: Because of weapon usage?

CL: Yea, that too.

Jay begins to leave the ring but it appears that he had forgotten about a certain someone as he comes in blindsiding him with the Flycore belt. J.J. doesn’t seem to see this though as Jay falls back into the ring. Drake again takes quick advantage locking in the Colorado Clutch. Nick, who should be in there saving his partner, finds himself pre occupied with Shaun who continues jawing toward him. Eventually, the inring news hits Nicks attention as he tries to head into—

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

The ref calls for the bell as Drake releases the hold.

MA: Your winners via submission…DRAKE LOOOOOVE AND NIGHTMARRRRRE!

Nick was clearly too late as Jay had tapped out due to both the ringing sensation and the pressure felt from the clutch. Nick goes to help Jay up, but Jay instantly shoots toward the victorious team taking down Nightmare from the side with a spear. Drake turns his attention back to Jay and looks to finish things as he hoists him up from behind finally slamming him down with a german suplex. Drake, quick to his feet, is knocked back down from behind as Shaun comes into the ring with his title belt. Shaun now begins to stand victorious but Nick turns him around smacking the taste right out of his mouth.

CM: Oh, what a shot! Almost knocked the black right off him!

JH: I told you before that was not cool!

Shaun returns with a shot of his own and a mini brawl starts up with fist flying. Nick soon takes advatnge though bringing a knee into a fistfight toppling the champ down. Nick’s victory is cut short though as Ash comes in from behind knocking Nick down with a hard hitting forearm.

CL: Oh, what a lightning rod of a shot!

JH: What?

CL: Lightning rod. Big, heavy, made of steel.

JH: How does a forearm shot compare to a lightning rod?

CL: It just does, alright?

Ash now, the only one currently stable enough to stand, reaches down for the belt but finds The Majesty instead. Ash looks up only to be kicked right in the gut and knocked right down with a spiking DDT. Cole then grabs hold of the title upon his rise and holds it up in the air.

CM: This is just one big domino effect, isn’t it? When is someone going to take and keep the advantage?

JH: Well, that’s everyone in the match so I don’t see how—wait!

Cole is knocked forward by a steel chair that gets kicked right into the back of him by Colbert Tottington, of all people.

JH: Colbert is back! What is he doing here?

Hardcore Sex, Onikage, and Crackerjack come into the arena to join their brother. Though Crackerjack doesn’t seem in such a hurry he still comes down to ringside at least. Shaun, feeling things getting pretty crowded, looks to find Colbert standing in the ring. With widened eyes, Shaun snatches up his belt and slides out of the ring back up the ramp not taking his eyes off of Colbert who points toward him with a smile. A smile that soon finds itself welcome on the faces of Hardcore Sex and Onikage.
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MA: Ladiiiiiiies and Gentlemen, The next match this evening is a TRIPLE THREAT match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... FIW's Career Killer... ELRIIIIIIIIIICK!!!

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

MA: And his first opponent this evening... One half of 'Hardcore SEX', FEEEEELIX ARRRRRRRRROYO!!

The lights begin to flicker on and off throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. After a few seconds the lights cut off entirely and a spotlight shines toward the entrance. Distortion erupts over the sound system, soon replaced by a thunderclap that leads into a soft and sexy beat. Whipping the curtain away, “Fierce” Felix Arroyo appears at the entrance, arms outstretched, a cocky expression on his face.

[align=center]Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don’t cha, don’t cha
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don’t cha, don’t cha
[/align]

Felix struts down toward the ring, pulling on his low-cut tank top and playfully putting his feather boa into the faces of fans. Small pyrotechnic explosions go off along the way. He laps up the attention, even if it is negative, and blows some kisses and strikes a few poses for the crowd. He struts around the ring like rooster, grooving to his entrance music.

[align=center]Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
Cause if it ain’t love
It just ain’t enough to leave a happy home
Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See, I don’t care
But I know she ain’t gon' wanna share[/align]


Felix jumps up on to the apron and lifts the top rope and puts one leg over the middle one. He begins to enter the ring, but stops and starts grinding against the middle rope with his crotch. Making a series of lewd faces, he suddenly quits and struts around the ring, going from corner to corner, blowing more kisses toward the fans.

[align=center]Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don’t cha, don’t cha, baby
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don’t cha, don’t cha[/align]


As the music fades out, Felix rests against the turnbuckle in his corner, gliding the boa off his shoulders and removing his tank top, which he then throws to one (un)lucky male fan in the first few rows. He reclines and gives a smug smile as he waits for the start of the match.

MA: And, finally, the third contestant in this match. He is the leader of the Tanaka Zaibatsu, the one and only DAISUUUUUUKE TA-NA-KAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

The entire arena is suddenly encased in darkness, only for a split second or two.

When the light returns, we are looking at our three commentators, and another man. That man is, of course, Mr Daisuke "The Crow" Tanaka, who is sat at the table, looking like he's been calling matches all his life. He is even wearing the headsets that the other commentators are wearing. As Chip, Jon and Conse look at him in disbelief, The Zaibatsu leader Nonchalantly stands and removes his headset.


Daisuke: Gentlemen.

Leaving the announce team stunned, Tanaka makes his way to the ring.


JH: Er... So... Well... This should be a fantastic display of technical wrestling folks. Daisuke's knowledge of every kind of cradle known to man stands him in good stead, but Elri... Is Felix drunk!?

CM: Ha, it certainly looks like it, Bitchen. That'd explain that bizarre swagger he's got goin' on up there on the apron.

CL: Jesus Christ, look at that grin on that moron's face.

[align=center] DING!!

DING!!

DING!!
[/align]

JH: Here we go! Wow, Daisuke and Elrick having a staring competition in the centre of the ring. Their eyes are locked onto each other's, just waiting for somebody to make the first move.

CM: Yeah, and I've got a funny feeling I know what's going to happen...

The staredown is so intense that neither combatant notices Felix stumbling round them, sneaking closer. He looks round at the crowd, flexing his fingers and grinning.

CM: Here it comes...


Any second....

Wait..

Quick as a flash, Felix grabs a good handful of each man's backside, causing the two to break each other's gaze, before double clotheslining Felix into the mat.

CL: Bang! That's what happens when you come out drunk and try to fuck with two of the best in the industry!

Elrick then turns his attention to Daisuke, raining stiff lefts and rights into Mr. The Crow's skull. Each shot makes Daisuke stumble backward, until he is trapped against the turnbuckle. Elrick turns, and sees that Felix is slowly regaining his footing in the opposite turnbuckle, and whips Daisuke across the ring...

...Except the Japanese warrior reverses the whip, sending Elrick careering towards Arroyo. Luckily for the Brit, he has the presence of mind to spear Felix against the corner padding. As the SEX in hardcore SEX hits the floor again, Elrick turns, evading a Daisuke Superkick by less than an inch.


CM: Woah, Elrick very nearly had his very own replica Daisuke footprint, square in his forehead!

JH: Yeah, the match could well have been over then and there if that shot had connected!

Elrick and Daisuke have taken to circling each other in the centre of the ring again, ignoring the booze riddled Arroyo as they go. However, Felix is now back to his feet, and is stalking Daisuke, much to Elrick's (well hidden) delight. Elrick swings for Daisuke, who ducks it. Turns out he knew about Felix all the time, and is now waiting for him to get a face full of British fist.

What he wasn't banking on, however, was Felix gripping Elrick by the wrist, spinning him into a hammerlock, and having a good ol' grope at the mans genitals. As a result, The Zaibatsu leader simply looks on at the struggling pair, somewhat bemused. After a second or two of helplessness, Elrick manages to drive a couple of elbows into Felix's skull, which make him relinquish the rather unusual hold he has applied. The Career killer spins round, gripping Felix in a headlock, and drops him to the floor with a neck shattering DDT.


CM: Good god! The impact that made was sick... I loved it!

JH: Yeah, that's gonna compress a few vertebrae, at the very least.

Daisuke has taken this opportunity to put some distance between him and Elrick, and as soon as his opponent reaches his feet, floors him with a running dropkick to the knee, before stomping all over it.

Elrick has escaped the barrage by rolling to the outside of the ring, while Daisuke turns his attention to the now more focused Felix, and the two tie up. After a few tests of strength and false starts, Felix suddenly snaps Dai over with a lightning quick belly to belly suplex, followed by a big splash, which he holds for a pin.


[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

Elrick makes the save!!

[/align]

CL: Not often you catch Tanaka napping, and I think Felix really exploited his chance there!

CM: Yeah, he would've got the pin if Elrick hadn't interfered.

JH: I don't think a suplex and a splash woulda kept Daisuke down. You have to play him at his own sneaky, conniving game to get one over on him and his cronies.

Elrick has now climbed back into the ring, and is watching the in ring events when Felix springs off the ropes, and launches himself At El. Unfortunately, Elrick catches him, and hoists him into the fallaway slam position.

Elrick looks across the arena, signalling to the crowd that it's time to kill a career.


JH: It's coming! Career Killer coming up!

CL: Not if Daisuke's got anything to do with it...

Indeed, as these words leave Loire's mouth, Daisuke connects with a vicious Lightning High Kick, bringing Felix down on top of Elrick, who quickly hooks the leg...

[align=center]ONE!!

TW-Daisuke throws Arroyo off and goes for his own pin!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-NO!! Elrick got his foot on the ropes!

Even though he had enough about him to make contact with the ropes, Elrick remains prone on the floor, seemingly unable to get to his feet. The Crow now steps to the other corner of the ring, where Arroyo is nursing an aching ribcage after dropping onto Elrick. Stopping about six feet away from the falling ex tag-champ, Daisuke stands, and waits. Every single person in the arena knows what's about to happen, and the moment Felix raises himself to one knee and Tanaka takes a step forward, the crowd descends to an expectant silence.

And then... As Dai steps off the knee and cracks his shin into Felix's face, a pop echoes round the arena. After all, everyone loves a shining wizard, don't they?


CM: Tanaka's done a real number on these two, he's the only one standing!

Chip is indeed correct, and Tanaka takes the opportunity to have a breather, before unceremoniously dumping Elrick to the outside. Now, as he approaches the stricken Felix, he flexes his fingers...

JH: Textbook Sleeper hold from Tanaka! He's got that arm in just the right place to cut the blood flow off, and a man in Felix's condition surely can't take much before he passes out!

CL: Yeah. Plus Elrick's only beginning to show signs of life, and he's flat out on the arena floor!

CM: Fuzz must be as bored as I am, he's asking Arroyo if he wants to give up yet.

JH: Yeah, and Felix isn't replying.

CL: Fuzz has lifted Arroyo's arm....

[align=center]ONE![/align]

CM: ...And it's dropped.

CL: Up again...

[align=center]TWO!![/align=center]

CM: And down again.

JH: This is it. If Arroyo's arm drops this time, the match is over.

Fuzz raises the arm, holding it aloft for a second or two.

He lets go, and for a split second Arroyo's arm stays upright...

...But then, it starts to fall...

...Continues downwards...

...But then, just as the ref is ready to call an end to the match, the arm stops, mid flight.

But only for the smallest moment, before crashing to the mat.


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

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... DAISUUUUKE TANAAAAAAAKAAAAAA!!!

In characteristically businesslike fashion, the moment he is announced the victor, Tanaka reliquinshes his grip, before standing and dusting himself down. As his theme music plays out over the arena's PA, the inimitable Mr. Blond struts his way to the ring, grinning at his victorious comrade.

Arroyo, by now, has dragged himself to a sitting position in the corner of the ring, and is looking around, wide-eyed and confused. Blondie looks at his fallen tag team competitor for a second, before flicking the Blondie Steel Special out of his pocket, and doing one hell of a number on Felix's face.


CM: I...SMELL...BLOOOOD!!!!

CL: Yep. Felix is bleeding. Big time.

JH: Why doesn no-one ever stop this kind of thing when it happens? Oh! Here comes Onikage and Patterson!

CM: Yeah, and Patterson's got a chair.

On seeing Patterson and Onikage, and realising they have a far bigger weapon, Daisuke quickly makes the decision to make like the metaphorical banana and get the hell out of the way. Him and Blond vault the crowd barrier and hare off toward the cheap seats, confident that they have done enough.

CL: Oh, look. The Zaibatsu know when to make a sharp exit, don't they?

JH: Yeah. Off they go, through the crowd, like a pair of scalded dogs.

As Patterson stands in the ring, screaming obscenities at the Zaibatsu as they make their exit, Onikage checks on the bloodied Felix, who hasn't had the foggiest idea what's going on for the last few minutes.
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MA: The Following 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 asile, blowing off jeering fans left and right. A quick dash and he slides into the ring and, as soon as he's to his feet, immediately throws his hands up victoriously again while parading himself about. Adam then climbs a turnbuckle so that he may stand atop it and bask further in his "adoration". Satisfied, The Hype bounds backward into the ring and makes his way slowly to his respective corner.
[align=center]It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's coming up
It's DARE

It's DARE
[/align]

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
[/align]

MA: From New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds…ROXIEEEEEEEEEE…GAAAAAALAAAANOOOOCHIEEEEEEEEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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
[/align]

Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and lifts his balled up hands up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Ninja & Jaime? Match of the Year!” and “Once again the champ!”, and “Ninja <3s Jaime!” and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually pulls off his robe to get ready for the match ahead. Also managing to unhook the FSC from around his waist and holds it up briefly to a few more cheers before waiting for the referee to come take it.


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

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

Jaime ducks in under the bottom rope, flinging her hair back as she raises her head with a grin from ear to ear. She pops up to her feet and steps into the nearest turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the fans in the front row and then leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Once again she flings her hair back as she raises her head and shoots an arm up into the air with the Hellcat Division Championship held in her grasp. The end of the photo-op comes when she has to hop down to try and break up Adam Wilson and Extreme Ninja, who already are going at it in the middle of the ring, smacking each other in the teeth with forearm after forearm.

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

The Hellcat Champion tries in vain to separate the two for a nice clean bout of wrestling, instead of mutual face beating, but it doesn’t do her any good. Well, maybe she feels a little better for having tried, but Roxie puts a stop to it with a Mafia Kick. [hur hur hur.] With the two men being in the ring first, Referee Richard Kelly politely asks Roxie to stop kicking his [former?] girl in the teeth and kindly get out of his ring. Mr. Blond protests in his usual unintelligible manner at this blatant show of favoritism, but it goes miscomprehended or just plain ignored. Meanwhile, the two blokes are having something of a pissing contest in the centre of the ring, seeing who will be the first to back down. After a few rapid fire shots each in the early going, it is starting to become an effort to charge up the necessary toukon to stay standing and respond.

[align=center]Atchoo!!![/align]

CM: Eww…

The exchange ends with Ninja taking a deep breath and sneezing in The Hype’s face. As he wipes it off, Ninja retreats to tag out to the lovely Miss Lee. In the Rudo corner, things are less happy than the Technico corner; EN is prepared to be a true gentleman and open the ropes for Jamie, whereas Roxie seems more concerned about catching “cooties” from Wilson. In the end, Roxie makes a reluctant tag on an uninfected piece of Hypewear and gets to work.

CM: Woohoo!

CL: Don’t you ever get tired of making jokes about girl-on-girl?

CM: Nope. In fact, I got a good one…

But we don’t care, because there’s a match to be getting on with; a little over a week before the two headline Nensai Senjou, and the two leading Hellcats are unwilling to rush headlong into anything, and just circle each other, managing to quite successfully restrain any anger, except that expressed by intent staring…

JH: Nine Days till Nensai Senjou, and you could cut the atmosphere in the Saitama Super Arena with a knife!

CL: Don’t you ever get tired of sports clichés?

JH: Nope. If fact, I’ve got a load of them in my book.

For those curious, the book is called “Shameless Hyperbole for Dummies,” by Jon Hitchen, available in all good bookstores. Back from commercial, we’re still at the forceful glaring stage, just about ready to have the two tie up in the classic collar & elbow style, but Roxie checks the incoming rush with a knee to the gut. Stopping to tap her head knowingly, Roxie then clubbers Jaime to the ground with both fists, and goes for an early pin:

[align=center]One!

Nope!![/align]


Kicking out this early is a pretty simple matter, and the intense glaring continues. Enough of that particular exercise has gone on so far in this match, so it’s time for a tag, Jaime tags in an enthused but slightly ill Ninja, whereas Roxie’s partner is perfectly healthy, but as excited as a school child on a Monday morning when his parents come to wake him up. This is not very excited. When he sees that EN is his opponent, instead of his ex, he rushes across the ring to remove his opponent’s head from his shoulders, only to meet the turnbuckle, thanks to a Ninja Drop Toe Hold. A quick tag back to Jaime follows; who has a present him, in the form of a slingshot legdrop, delivered to the back of his head.

JH: And already, it seems clear where the coherency advantage lies.

But since one is an established team and the other is a combination of their rivals, that was obvious. In fact, after Jaime rolls Adam over, Ninja hammers this point home by following up the legdrop with a double stomp.

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out!!![/align]


Adam makes the kick out, which Roxie manages to remain apathetic to. Jaime tags back out to EN, who is a little slow, having to wipe his nose before he gets in. That opportunity is all Wilson needs, shoving Jaime out of the way and dropping Ninja with a DDT before he’s even cleared the ropes! This is quickly followed by changing the focus of the action from the Technico corner to his own Rudo corner, where Roxie is only too happy to help him set up The Nutcracker Suite, especially when Jaime is trying to enter the ring and a completely neutral Richard Kelly is telling her to stay in her corner. Two of Wilson’s feet fly gracelessly through the air towards Ninja’s groin.

JH, CL & CM: … Ouch…

Legs still caught up in the ropes, EN slowly drops forward on his face, which is no doubt contorted in agony. He is in no position to make it any better, with The Hype grabbing his mask and throwing him to a neutral corner, and ascending the turnbuckles. From her corner, Jaime screams something, either encouraging Ninja or admonishing Wilson; not that it’s easy to pick up over the buzzing crowd. Either way, Adam Wilson stops to respond. Big mistake.

JH: He Floats, and He Stings Like a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

The Vanilla Thriller, [Word won’t let me type that with an A,] bounces up off the mat and gawps at Jaime for a second. Doubled over slightly, Ninja still manages a little shuffle step off the ropes, with his sign held up straight:

[align=center]I Float Step On You![/align]

Finisher executed, you would think that this one is all over. Not just yet. Wagging his finger to indicate this fact, EN strolls over to his corner to tag out. Face locked in the surprised gawk, Adam Wilson tries to roll away…

[align=center]One!

Two!!

Kick Out???

TOOO LAAAAATE!!!

THREE!!!

DINGDINGDING!!![/align]


MA: Here are your winners, by Pinfall, Jaime Lee; Entreme Ninja Number 2… Team EXTREEEEEEEEEMMMMEEELYYYYYY SEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAHHHH!!!

With Burn blaring, the good guys celebrate their triumph over angst and apathy, with happiness and jumping up and down, and plenty of hugging. EN’s blush shows through even under his mask, but he rolls with it, and even spins Jaime around in a bad facsimile of a tango or some other variety of ballroom dance.

CM: Uh oh, some Ninja, who shall remain completely nameless, is about to get pounded.

Yes, Adam Wilson has himself a Singapore Cane, and looks ready to use it, wobbling towards EN after just having his head stepped upon. For once in her life, Roxie is prepared to offer the voice of reason, as an Adam Wilson mumbling something about shame and hellcats and Jaime rounds on the Ninja. Roxie’s interference in this is short lived; The Hype shoves her away, into Mr. Blond, who’s been at ringside telling Roxie to just leave it and get to the back. She takes the hint, even though he might as well be speaking Japanese to her.

JH: Check his Ninja SKI- Oh my… Jaime?!?!?

Jaime goes down, as if she’s been hit with a Kendo stick; which – incidentally – she has. Both Adam, EN and Jon Hitchen are stunned. Of the three Ninja is the first to react with kick that would make Nobuhiko Takada or Akira Maeda proud. Neither Takada - the Monster Army Generalissimo - and Maeda, famous as much for being a dick as for his wrestling, be too proud of Ninja heroically taking his BFF up in his arms and carrying her prone body to the back, but that is what he does…
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[align=center]La........La........La....La Wait Till I Get My Money Right!
La........La........La....La Then You Can't Tell Me Nothing Right!

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

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


Shaun stares cockily at the crowd into the arena. He crosses both of his arms as white pyro rains down from the Revoltrons behind him.

MA: "Introdocing first, from HOUSTON, TEXAS! Standing in at Six feet even & weighing in at Two hundred and twenty eight pounds... THE FLYCORE PHENOM! SHAUN WILLLLLLLLLLSSSSSAHHHHHN!!!"

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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JH: "Well ladies and gentlemen, this match-"

CM: "Will be a squash."

JH: "And how do you know that?"

CM: "It's freakin' Shaun Wilson! Flycore Champion! And he's fighting, who? Some broad who married her way into wrestling fame?"

JH: "I've seen this 'broad' in action, Chip. And before her departure from FIW in 2006, she was already on her way to it."

CM: "Then why'd she quit? Couldn't hack it in a man's sport?"

CL: "Shut. The fuck. Up. She does armbars. I mark like a little girl for those."

[align=center]The opening riffs of H.I.M.'s 'Wings of a Butterfly' peel over the PA as the crowd cheers, either cause they like that song or are one of those uber-smart fans and recognize this song as the indy/SHIMMER theme of Kendra O'Brien. As the drums & rythm guitar kick in,the crowd cheers loudly as Kendra makes her way to the stage, not too far behind is the two time Dual Crown Champion, Jim O'Brien.

HEAVEN ABLAZE IN OUR EYES
WE'RE STANDING STILL IN TIME


Kendra smiles & proceeds to make her way down the entryway, hubby not too far behind. Kendra slows her pace here & there to connect with some high-fives for the fans while Jim pounds fists with them & shouts "WHO'S THE MAN?! I'M THE MAN! WHO RULES THE WORLD!"[/align]

MA: "Introducing next, from GRANT'S LICK, KENTUCKY by way of Winnipeg, Manitoba. Standing Five feet, Eight inches tall. Weighing in tonight at One hundred and Fifty Five pounds... KENDRA! OH! BRRRRRRRRRRIAHHHHHHHHHHN!!!!!"

[align=center]But after enough tomfoolery with the fans, Kendra & Jim reach the bottom of the enrtyway. Jim places an arm around her & brings her close, telling her words of encouragement and strategy... or what to make for dinner later on.

FOR YOUR SOUL
MY LOVE
RIP OUT THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY
FOR YOUR SOUL


Kendra makes her way up the ring steps and into the ring while Jim walks around the ring and begins to make his way to the commentator's booth. In the ring, Kendra climbs the 2nd turnbuckle of a neutral corner and raises her fist to the crowd, getting a nice pop. The song begins to fade out as she hops off the turnbuckle. She takes off her leather vest & places it across the turnbuckle. She then grabs the rope & stretches back & forth, bouncing off of it, preparing for her match.[/align]

JH: "Well, looks as if we're gonna have a visitor."

Jim grab ahold of an extra headset and sits at the end of the table.

O'Brien: "Gentlemen, good evening."

JH: "Glad to have you, Jim."

CL: "You would, you're a mark for the guy."

JH: "A mark? No, I'm a 'Jonathan.'"

And with that, the ol'...

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Kendra & Shaun leave their respective corners. Kendra begins to circle Shaun while Shaun just nonchalantly looks down on Kendra. He starts the trash talking and gets right in Kendra's face. "I ain't 'bout to lose to some skirt! You ain't nothin'!" can be picked over the mic.

JH: "I imagine such trash talking to your wife has to make your blood boil."

O'Brien: "It does, Jonathan. But..."

Kendra's had about enough as she can take as she shoves Shaun out of her face! Shaun's caught off guard, but not for long as he reels back and connects... with the mat as Kendra sends Shaun to the mat with an Arm Drag! Shaun immediately bounces back to his feet only to find himself on the wrong end of another Arm Drag! Once again Shaun quickly makes it to his feet only to sail back to the mat as Kendra takes the Flycore Phenom to the mat with a Headlock Takedown!

O'Brien: "... she knows what she's doing."

But Shaun doesn't stay down long as he pushes himself & Kendra to a vertical base. Kendra wrenches in her Headlock tighter, but to no avail as Shaun shoves her off. Kendra springs off and into the ropes. Kendra rebounds into Shaun's arms and Tilt-A-Whirl's Kendr-NO! Kendra reverses the Tilt-A-Whirl with a Fujiwara Armbar!

CL: "Fujiwara Armbar!"

JH: "Tremendous reversal by Kendra!"

CM: "Eyes... getting heavy. So heavy."

Unfortunately for Kendra, they're only a foot or less away from the ropes. So it doesn't take long for Shaun to reach the ropes. Kendra immediately releases the hold, allowing a clean break. Shaun's quick to his feet as well, but rolls out of the ring. He places his hands on his hips & starts pacing, then kicks the ring steps in furious anger!

CM: "What was that?! I heard a clang and-"

O'Brien: "You're missing my wife take this punk to school."

CM: "Take Shaun Wilson to school? Please. He's playing mind games. Letting her build up her confidence levels to the point of arrogance when she'll be prone to make a mistake, then Shaun will take advantage. A real thinking man's wrestler, Shaun is."

All the while, a certain blonde quiff begins to enter our screen as Mr. Blond has made his way down the stage & at ringside. He manages to get Shaun to relax and offers words of wisdom to Shaun before the Flycore Phenom climbs back onto the apron and through the ropes.

JH: "I imagine you can't be pleased to see Mr. Blond at ringside right about now, Jim."

O'Brien: "I can't say I am. But he won't try anything, he sees me over here."

Jim then gives a sheepish wave & smile directed towards Blondie. Blondie notices and says... something. I don't know. I can't understand him. Back in the ring, after gathering his bearings Shaun begins to circle Kendra & then both engage in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. With the weight & height advantage, he uses that... to his advantage... as he pushes Kendra into a nearby corner. Mark Jackson calls for a clean break and backs off but connects with a HUUUUUGE knee to Kendra's midsection! And another! Three for three times the price! Shaun backs up as Kendra stumbles out of the corner where Shaun applies a front waistlock and about tosses Kendra across the ring with an overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Shaun is quick to his feet as he looks to Jim at ringside & cracks a smile as big as his home state.

CM: "Well look at that, Jim! Looks like Shaun just tossed your wife with your signature suplex!"

O'Brien: "Chip... Stop talking."

CM: "But I'm the colo-"

O'Brien: "I will stab you in the face with your pencil if you say another word."

CM: *cowers behind Constance*

CL: "What are you doing? Get talkin', I want to see Jim stab you in the face & suplex you through something that's on fire. Like, I dunno... a bunch of cinder blocks like in the Karate Kid."

O'Brien: "Sounds like a plan."

Kendra begins to make it to her knees but is immediately stopped as Shaun connects with a boot to the side of Kendra's head And another! Shaun grabs a handful of ponytail and drags Kendra to the center of the ring. From there, he mounts Kendra from behind and applies a Full Nelson, thus-

JH: "Shaun Wilson Sealing the Deal on Kendra here! Now, if memory serves correct, wasn't this your signature manuever when you started out in the wrestling business, Jim?"

O'Brien: *growls* "... It was. I've won many matches and titles with that hold back when I started out."

Mark Jackson ducks down and asks Kendra if she wants to submit, to which Kendra replies with a resounding 'No!' Kendra begins to shake out the cobwebs and tries to wriggle out of the hold. Recognising the longer the hold is in place, the more likely she could escape, Shaun goes ahead and releases the hold, Kendra plopping face first onto the mat. Shaun grans the back of Kendra's shirt, "assisting" her back to her feet (How nice of him :D ). Shaun then grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes. Kendra rebouns RIGHT INTO A SAMOAN DROP! Shaun goes for the first cover in the matchup...

[align=center]ONE!


TWO!


TH- KICKOUT!
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But Shaun stays on Kendra, applying a Rear Chinlock.

JH: "Y'know Jim, with Shaun connecting with a Belly-to-Belly, the mounted Full Nelson and just now the Samoan Drop, three moves known to be in your repitoire, one could think that Shaun Wilson is trying to play head games with you."

CM: "For God's sakes, are you trying to stir the pot? 'Jeez Jim, Shaun just threw a punch. You've thrown many punches in your day.'

O'Brien: *glares at Chip* "I thought I revoked your spea- Wait. Wait, wait hold the phone. What's this?"

What's worth holding the phone over is the appearance of one Roxie Galanoochie (Or... RoxieeeEEE! GalanoochiEEEeee!!!!!!!!!!! I always wanted to do that). Weathered from the previous match, she walks a little gingerly towards ringside alongside Mr. Blond. Jim sends a wave her way and rubs his neck.

O'Brien: "How ya feelin', darlin'? Still a little sore from last week?"

Roxie shoots a dirty look towards Jim to which Jim can only smile and chuckle.

O'Brien: "I always leave women sore when I'm done with 'em, one way or another."

All the while, Shaun's been cranking the hell out of Kendra's head & neck with that chinlock. Mark Jackson gets down to check on Kendra, seeing if she's at all interested in submitting. Kendra waves him off and begins to climb to a vertical base. Once she makes it to her feet, her & Shaun step back into the ropes. With whatever strength remaining, she shoves Shaun tinto the ropes. Shaun rebounds rebounds off the ropes only to get leap frogged by Kendra. Shaun springs off the adjacent set of ropes from where he started right into a kick to the midsection! Kendra tucks Wilson's hand between his legs, grabs ahold of that wrist in one hand.

JH: "Kendra going for the Wrist Clutch Exploder?!"

O'Brien: "Come on, Kendra!"

CM: "She'd never hit it! She's too small!"

Kendra grits her teeth, her face getting tomato red, the veins in her neck popping out, her & back muscles tensing AS SHE TAKES A KNEE TO HER MIDSECTION FROM SHAUN! Freeing himself from the predictament, he grabs Kendra into a front chancerie. With a hold of the tights he lifts Kendra in the air only for Kendra to slip out behind Shaun! Kendra locks in a rear waistlock, ducks her head underneath Shaun's arm. And with every ounce of adrenaline speeding through her veins, KENDRA LIFTS SHAUN AND DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD!

CL: "BACKDROP DRIVAHHHHH!"

JH: "She did it! But can she capitalize!"

Shaun lays on the mat, clutching at his head while Kendra lies on the mat, looking as if she's about to pass out. Referee Mark Jackson begins his count...

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2!


3!


4!
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Kendra's rolled to a nearby rope & tries to pull herself up while Shaun has made it to a knee.

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6!


7!
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Shaun Wilson has made it to his feet!

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Kendra has made it to a vertical base! Shaun approaces, albeit groggily. He spins Kendra around and connects with a HUUUUUGE Chop to her chest! Kendra staggers backwards into the ropes & rebounds with a HUUUUUGE Elbow Strike to Shaun's jaw! And again! Third time's the charm as Shaun stumbles backward. Kendra grabs Shaun's arm to turn him around only for Shaun to rake the eyes! After having gathered his bearings, Shaun whips Kendra into the ropes. Kendra charges & leaps to the middle rope. Kendra JUMPS, SWIVELS IN MID AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A CROSS BODY BLOCK!

[align=center]ONE!





TWO!





THRE- KICKOUT!
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JH: "Kendra nearly had the upset of the year!"

CL: "It's only January."

JH: "Well... there might not be any upsets the rest of the year."

Kendra is quick to her feet as she grabs a handful of cornrolls to assist Shaun to his feet. All the while Roxie has climbed the apron and begins arguing with referee Mark jackson over his slow counts and overall slowness. Kendra nails a HUUUUUGE kick to the side of Shaun's leg! And then one to his side! Kendra grabs ahold of Shaun's wrist into the ropes. Shaun re- GETS CLUBBED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD?!

JH: "Ash Koopa?! What's he doing here?!"

Ash had used his Koopamaniacal ninja skills to sneak onto the apron & nail Shaun in the back of the head, which the ref didn't see!!! SHAUN STUMBLES RIGHT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE FROM KENDRA!

[align=center]ONE!!!!!!!!!!










TWO!!!!!!!!!!










TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!





TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!





THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The Saitama crowd erupts as the wait the announcement...

MA: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner.....KENDRAHHHHH! OH! BRIAHHHHHHHHN!"

'Wings of a Butterfly' peels back over the PA as Mark Jackson raises Kendra's hand in the air as Shaun Wilson has come to, not sure what just went down.

O'Brien: "Well fellas, it's been fun! But it's time to celebrate!"

Jim Tosses his headset aside & leave the table as he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He sneaks up behind Kendra and scoops her onto his shoulders which gets a pretty nice pop from the Saitama crowd!

JH: "Another heartwarming mome- Wait a minute!"

The pop soon disappears into groans and gasps as MR. BLOND NAILS JIM IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR!

JH: "No! Not this way!"

Stunned, Jim falls to his knees as Kendra climbs off of Jim. Kendra turns around RIGHT INTO A CHAIR TO HER FACE! Upon witnessing such henious act, Jim's eyes bulge open, his jaw hits the floor. But its not long until the shock turns into anger as he quickly swivels to his feet. It's not long until Blondie goes for another swing BUT JIM CATCHES THE CHAIR! Jim tosses the chair aside, charges Blond AND LARIATS THE HOLY HELL OUT OF MR. BLOND! Jim releases a feral roar and turns around and is on the wrong end of a Moonsault from Roxie! NO! JIM CATCHES HER! Jim rotates, charges AND SLAMS ROXIE INTO THE MAT WITH A POWERSLAM! Jim springs to his feet. "AND FUCK YOU TOO!" Jim screams to a downed Roxie. But it isn't long that Jim holds his attention with Roxie AS SHAUN WILSON NAILS A LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND! His face a picture of pain, Jim makes a grab for the goods. But not for long as Shaun applies a Rear Chancerie AND NAILS WITH A GUILLOTINE DDT!

JH: "I can't believe what we're seeing here! Somebody needs to stop this!"

Well, it certainly won;t be Daisuke Tanaka, who's made it to ringside (How he got there... I don't know!). He climbs the apron & between the top & middle rope into the ring. Immediately he begins directing traffic. Blond, who's shaken the cobwebs out, reaches into his back pocket only to yank out... a pair of handcuffs?! Shaun keeps Jim still long enough for Blond to handcuff Jim to the top rope!

JH: "I can't believe this. Why isn't anyone stopping this?!"

CM: "I wouldn't doubt security is holding a grudge, considering all the times Jim's suplexed members of security!"

Amidst the madness, Mr. Blond has since removed his sports jacket. He folds it up neatly & hands it to a tattoo-laden member of sceurity, one of many around ringside that wouldn't look out of place in a Yakuza movie or Yukimura scene. Blond then yanks out something else from his pocket - a roll of quarters - and punches Jim right above his stitched eyebrow! And again! In mid ring, Daisuke, Roxie and Shaun have all ganged up on Kendra, who's struggling to get her bearings back. Daisuke is holding a chair in his hands, which he quickly hands off to Shaun Wilson. Shaun's eyes go wide, the veins in his neck popping out, his breathing getting very heavy as he raises the chair AND SLAMS IT RIGHT INTO KENDRA'S BACK! "I DON'T LOSE TO NO BITCH!" Shaun screams on the downed Kendra. Upon impact, Jim manages to punch Blond right between the eyes and lunge for Kendra - but can't make another step since he's been handcuffed to the ropes!

Seeing Jim's resurge back to life, Shaun and Roxie throw a pair of kicks at Jim. Shaun then connects with a HUUUUUGE Elbow right into Jim's mouth! Jim loses his balance and falls to the mat but dangles on the ropes by his right arm. Daisuke yells instructions to Roxie, which she oblioges. Roxie backs up about 10 or 15 paces, charges AND NAILS A SICK FACE WASH ON JIM! The stitches in his eyebrow come undone as crimson begins to trickle from his eyebrow.


CL: "Whoa! Fully fucking sick Face wash!"

JH: "You're damn right! This is sick! We need some help out here!"

Daisuke barks some more orders towards Roxie, which leads to Roxie lowers Kendra's kneepad on her left leg, then kicks Kendra over onto her back. Shaun has since handed the chair to Mr. Blond WHO SMASHES KENDRA'S KNEE WITH THE CHAIR! AGAIN AND AGAIN! Jim screams for them to stop & reaches his free hand out, but doesn't even have the energy left to scream in agony. Blond then turns the chair upside down AND CRASHES THE END OF THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO KENDRA'S KNEE! AND THEN INTO HER SHIN! Kendra can't even yelp or cry out, the pain has caused her to pass out. And then... do you hear it? It's that laugh, that evil, cawing cackle of a laugh that escapes the sternum of one Daisuke Tanaka as he looks over the wreckage. The crowd begins to boo heavily but cheers erupt from the building again!

JH: "NIGHTMARE! IT'S NIGHTMARE!"

Nightmare runs down the entryway and slides into the ring, causing the Zaibatsu to scatter. Well, except for Shaun Wilson. Shaun goes for a boot to Nightmare's midsection but the Dark Knight reverses! Nighty pulls Shaun in & heaves him onto his shoulders! NIGHTMARE THEN TOSSES SHAUN WITH AN F-5!

JH: "The Beautiful Oblivion! And I haven't seen one so beautiful since now!"

Nightmare kicks Shaun out of the ring and then checks on his handcuffed friend. But Jim points to Kendra. Nightmare swivels around and checks on Kendra's vitals. He looks to the ramp and can be heard screaming "WE NEED SOME HELP DOWN HERE!" Several agents have since made it to ringside, checking on Jim and another on Kendra. All the while we see Daisuke, Blondie & Roxie watching on from the stage. And once again... that cackle of Tanaka's floods our ears, that evil cackle. The very cackle our scene fades out on.
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CM:: Get ready, folks!

JH: That’s right, we’re in for the long haul or a short fall with these four unpredictable competitors.

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 cirCL:e.

MA: WEIGHing in at THREE-hundred and NINEteen POUNDS – CRRRRRRRACKERJAAAAAAAAHK.

The crowd acts like it was Japanese people.

Onikage cirCL:es 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.



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


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

MA: Weighing in at TWOhundred and FORTYeight POUNDS – GRANT! RRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!

The crowd applauds rice. Bloody potatoes of the orient I tells ya!

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

[align=center]YEAAAA![/align]

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

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

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

MA: And weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds – PeeeeeeeeRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME! BEEEEEEEF!!!

Ok, I added that last bit. My bad. Had to be done.

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The lights drop suddenly and all we have are spotlights and strobes out over the audience along with the flashes of cameras.

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The beat starts in and the lights begin to flash on and off in time with it, illuminating a figure moving through thick fog, CL:oaked heavily in a hooded coat and gas mask. He strolls darkly down the aisle, not looking at the fans or his opponent; only on his destination.

MA: And finally, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!

Tier CL:imbs the steps and walks along the apron. He casts a dramatic backward glance at the audience before entering the ring. Tier removes his coat and hands it to the referee, letting his scarred body glitter in the flashing light as Angelspit's remix of KMFDM's Tohuvabohu dies down.

CL:: Don’t you luuuuurve the way Tier’s body glistens in the moonlight? *gushes*

CM:: Uhhh…no. Perve.

CL:: HEY! If you knew him like I did…you’d understand.

JH: Well ah…lets…umm…the match. People are fighting. Grrr.

Jono hits the nail on the head ladies and gentleman! There’s none of this cirCL:ing around crap-a-doo! Well, Prime tries but gets decked by Grant and Crackerjack while Tier’s happy to let them play it out and pick off the leftovers.

CM:: Ooo, double...uh, tackle-y thingy. Not sure what that was. Just three guys getting’ it owwn! Err…I mean…getting down to business. I MEAN…uhh…Hitches mom is huge!

Yeah, I apologise for being stuck in 2004, but back to the match.

Crackerjack and Rice turn on each other and start trading blows like the US stockmarket while Tier picks Prime from the ground and gives him a 1000 CC’s of throat thrust!

CL:: Oooh! That landed Prime righto in the top right turnbuckle!

Tier keeps the pressure on and bellows right hands into his foes head.

JH: As far as Tier’s concerned, he’s quite outmatched in terms of size. He really needs to capitalize on this to get a headstart over his larger opponents.

Prime will have none of this though and pie faces Tiers masked face and starts throwing down punches of his own. Meanwhile, Ricecream and Jacko have tumbled onto the turnbuckle, still trading blows to decide who gets the first grapple in.

CL:: Crackerjack has got Grant against the turnbuckle now-Oo! Hurricane Elbow!

Grant’s body is jolted a good foot in the air, almost knocking Crackerjack out of position before reeling back down to earth. Crackerjack pulls him back up and then choke tosses him onto the other side of the ring, knocking Prime down as he starts to get a good distance on Tier!

JH: Lucky break for Tier there.

Jack moves onto Tier who recooperates and takes CRACKER DOWN with a toe kick to the mid section and knee to the skull!

CL:: AHCK! MEIN GOT IN HIMMEL!!!

Tier wastes no time and moves his attention onto Grant, stomping him out like a camp fire. Meanwhile, Prime is aggro-ing it up on Cracker who spoiled his assault on Tier with a knee to the midsection and follows with an irish whip. Cracker floods back and

CM:: SHOTGUHHHHN-the last donunt. Oo! Jelly.

CL:: That is VICOUS!!

Cracker is knocked out on the ground, giving Prime perfectly adequate time to lift him onto his feet and lift him into a body press-

JH: Look at the raw strength of Prime! THAT’S THREE HUNDRED POUNDS!! There’s one, two-OH!!

CM:: Cracker’s back in it!

Cracker throws himself onto the canvas and recoils against the rope and meets a turning Prime with a RUNNING DDT!!

JH: Oh, WHAT A SHOT!

Crackerjack catches his breath only for a moment before backing into the ropes and launching Primes head into the atmosphere with a side kick to the face, keeping him on the canvas. It’s at this time we notice Tier and Grant doing something semi-dangerous, as Tier SENDS CRACKER PACKING BY TOSSING HIM OUT OF THE RING!!! NO!! Grant stays put, BUT TIERS ONTO IT AND CL:OBBERS HIM WITH A CL:OTHESLINE!!! By this time Crackerjack has grown wise to the situation and runs at Tier with one of his own, but Tier guides him into the nearby turnbuckle and POLAXES him with a body splash, Tier grabs Crackers’s head in the same motion-wait! No! HE GRABES RICES head, he’s back on the apron! And Tier hurdles the top rope and crushes GRANTS HEAD INTO THE PADDED CONCRETE!!! The crowd give a rowdy applause.

CL:: HOLY!!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!! IRON CROSS ONTO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Tier and Grant lay motionless on the outside for a moment before Tier begins to stir. Meanwhile, Prime capitalised on Tier’s bodysplash and DROPS CRACKERJACK WITH A CL:OTHESLINE FROM HELL!!! Prime follows it up with his trademark bicep before using elbow to crush Crackerjack’s sternum!

CM:: Yeah! Kiss this!!

*grabs crotch*

JH: And the cover!!

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CL:: Not quite. Crackerjacks’ still got a lot of fight left in him.

Tier ignores the possible three count and has Rice on his knees, throat against the chain link fencing.

JH: Oh, no…

Tier then mounts the apron, AND LANDS A MODIFIED SOUTH TEXAS-NO!!! GRANT MOVES WITH A SPLIT SECOND TO GO AND TIER GETS A CORKED THIGH!!!

CL:: ARRGH! Why didn’t Rice stay there? Doesn’t he know that would’ve been cool as hell?!

Grant gathers his wits and picks himself and Tier up, before ploughing Tier back down with a SKY HIGH!!!

JH: KILLSWYTCH!!!!

CM:: TURN IT ON, YOU MOTHER!!!

As this is happening, Prime is propping Crackerjack onto the top rope.

JH: Oh, this could be big…

Cracker gives some resistence but Prime has him under control as props him under his head and thrusts him head first-NO!! Cracker pulls away at the last second and grabs Prime by the throat and lifts him THREE FEET OFF THE GROUND!!!

CL:: BY ZULU!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

The crowd is mesmerized by Cracker’s strength as he perforates Primes body into the canvas with a choke slam variation. Cracker jumps off the turnbuckle and approaches, putting him between his legs, lifting him up into a reverse BEAR HUG!!!

JH: THIS COULD BE IT!! A REVERSE BONE CRACKER!!!

Cracker does his best to crush Prime, but Prime is able to flex his way out of Cracker’s grip! WAIT! NO!! ITS AN ILLUSION! Cracker merely lets Prime wriggle free before SPIKING PRIMES HEAD INTO THE WOOD FLOOR WITH A POWERBOMB!!!

Cracker goes for the pin!!

CL:: Is this it?!!

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CM:: Rice breaks up the pin!!!

Rice is able to break the pin by pulling Crackerjack off Primes body by his legs. Crackerjack is furious! A verbal back and forth insues with varying grotesque gestures before Tier KING HITS Grant from behind!! Grant goes doooown. Waaaay down, as Tier and Crackerjack now start sharing…well not words, but it’s still really tense. Just take my word for it. Crackerjack’s had his fill and walks back to Prime as Tier does Grant.

JH:Crackerjack obviously has some unfinished business with Tier. He’s not taking last weeks loss lying down.

Tier’s picks Grant up and BLUNTS his face with the ring post! Douge! Douge! Douge! Tier lets gravity take Grant’s knees to the floor before locking him in a dragon sleeper! Wait! Nope, it’s just the beginning. Tier lifts him completely vertical via a reverse chancerie and then SLAMS him back down with a reverse ddt!!!! Tier needs to pry Grant apart like a clam before grappling him again.

CM:What a move!

Our attention turns back to the other half of the match where Crackerjack thrusts Prime with an Irish whip before setting himself up and taking him down with a spinebuster!!! Prime’s back arches violently from the force of the hit as Crackerjack while Tier continues his assault on Rice with murderous chops to the chest!! POW! BANG! SPLAT!! SCHNIKT!! Riceboy’s chest is now peppered with blood as Tier continues the onslaught!!!

CL:CHOPS!!! I’ll have mine medium-rare thanks.

JH:Sick!

Tier ends with a grandiose chop, causing Grant to double over and clutch his chest.

CM:That must burn something chronic.

Crackerjack has Prime on his feet again and whips him into the ropes and follows only two steps behind with a HUGE clothesline! INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! PRIME SWIVELLED OUT OF THE WAY! Prime capitalizes and clutches Crackerjack around the waist!! In one swift motion, Prime hurls Crackerjack over his head and shoulders him into the canvas with a GERMAN SUPLEX!!

CL:VUN German Suplex! Ah-Ah-Ah!!


Prime is slow to his feet, but Cracker is slower, which gives Prime time enough to give another GERMAN!

CL:TWO german suplex, AH-AH-AH

Prime keeps the clinch and lifts Crackerjack to his feet and bellows out ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!

CL:THREE german suplex, AH-AH-AH! Lets see how much longer I can do this without it getting lame.

Amazingly, Prime still has the drive to keep the hold in place and then gives one final lunge, throwing Crackerjack over and riveting his head down all three turnbuckle paddings and then into the canvas!!! THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!!!

CL:FOUR-FOUR german suplex, AH-AH-AH! Eh…it was good while it lasted.

JH:WHAT POWER!!!

CM:Crackerjack’s neck must be snapped in twain!

I DARE you to try an imagine that line without a cockney accent attached to it.

Prime shows off to the crowd by kissing his ‘cannons’. Tier’s obviously had enough of this malarky, evident in the running shoulder thrust-to-knee which brings the big man down a peg. It seems this is time enough for Grant to gather himself together and give Tier a hit from behind-no! Tier notes it, waits for Grant to bounce off the ropes and reverses with Grants knee in his face! Tier, you crazy kid. Grant nips up to his feet but grimaces while doing so due to the stinging pain still pulsing through his chest. He goes on to pick up Tier who has started to clamber and takes him down with a snap suplex! Grant keeps the momentum swinging with a knee to the midsection followed by a… powerbomb?…No….shin breaker?…no, don’t like that one…umm…hm. Oh, here’s one – A PILEDRIVER!!! Tiers legs lay crumpled over his torso while Grant lifts himself onto his feet and gets CRAZY. HOOCH crazy.

CM:Here it comes!

Grant unwraps Tier by pulling his right leg straight and then snaps in the ankle lock!!

JH:STRAIGHT MISERY!!!

Grant puts the tension on and off like revving the motor of Harley whilst being careful to note Crackerjack and Primes positions. Tiers eyes glare with pain and hatred (wait, does Tier have eyes yet? Or does he still have ‘black orbs’?) while Crackerjack runs towards Grant- AND GETS A FOOT IN THE FACE FOR GOOD MEASURE! WAIT! NO! Crackerjack grabs Grants foot and then locks in a ankle lock of his own!!

CL:HOLY SHIT! TWO ANKLE LOCKS!

Grant is forced on the floor but keeps Tiers anklelock in place, hoping for a tap out while Crackerjack does the same whilst kicking at Grants quad to further wear him down!

By this time Prime has started to gain consciousness and is on his feet. Noting the predicament, he goes towards Tier AND LOCKS IN ANOTHER ANKLELOCK!!!

CL:DOUBLE EFFING ANKLELOCK!!! HOW IS TIER NOT TAPPING OUT!!!

Coz he’s grabbed the ropes, dummy. But no one seems particularly aware or either cares about this except for Prime who lets go and stomps a mudhole on Grant’s arms, forcing him to let go. Using his gift of foresight, Crackerjack also lets go of Grant and swings at Prime who sways backwards, letting Crackers fist JUST glance off his forehead. Crackerjack follows with an uncouth left hook which Prime shrugs off with a raised forearm, replying with a one-two jab combo to Crackerjacks throat! Crackerjack stumbles back onto the ropes and is BOOTED HEAD FIRST OUT THE RING!!

JH:MY GOD! THAT BOOT TOOK CRACKERJACKS MASK OFF!!!

Prime looks down on his face-down prey as stands triumphantly half in and half out of the ring- WHEN Grant sends him tumbling onto the outside with a clothesline to the head!

JH:Grant with the take-down!

Grant hobbles to his feet, the previous burst of energy really taking a toll on his maimed right leg as he is forced to rest it up in the corner.

CM:All four men are down, what a turn of events!

Tier now rests in the opposite corner, both men staring each other down, but not yet confident enough to approach the other. Grant having one GOOD leg begins to hobble towards Tier and both take pot shots at each other when in range. However, due to their similar wingspan neither man is able to land, UNTIL CRACKERJACK COLLIDES THEM TOGETHER-WAIT, no! Tier drops out of the way and onto the apron as Crackerjack body slams Grant right into the turnbuckle!

CM:Close call for Tier.

Crackerjack then turns his attention straight to Tier, angry that he missed a shot to get one-up on him. Tier’s a smart man and knows when not to fight – that time being when you have no legs, and pulls himself along the apron as far away from Crackerjack as possible. But seeing this is makes Cracker long even more, like a lion seeing a hurt bambi in the savanna…wait, I think I’ve just mixed up The Lion King and Bambi…but as if that’s not a box office smash - Simba ripping Bambi in half a like a phone book. *drools* Anyways, so Crackerjack is on the outside sprinting toward Tier and takes him down-no! Tier drops again and Crackerjack and Prime ram heads!!!

JH:Prime was there for the trap, but Tier was too quick!

Tier spots his chance and makes his way back into the ring. Grant has pulled himself up using the turnbuckle paddings but is met with a ferocious fists to the face!! Tier pulls a dizzy Grant to his feet and then pursues his assault with fierce skull strikes to Grants FACE!!!

CL:BUSTED OPEN! GRANT IS BUSTED OPEN!!

Tier steps back and lets Grant fall face first onto the canvas before hunching over his prey’s body, assumedly whispering sickly sweet somethings into his ear…BUT IS TAKEN DOWN BY CRACKERJACK AND PRIME WHO PICK HIM UP AND THROW HIM TWO FEET INTO THE AIR ACROSS TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING! Tier rolls into the turnbuckle but is then taken out by a double body slam assault!!! DOUGE-DOUGE!! The turnbuckle recoils and springs Tier out into the open air, allowing Prime and Crackerjack to strike him down with a DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!!

JH:These two now working together to avenge lost time. Probably the smartest thing anyone’s done this whole match.

But with Tier taken out, the two then look to each other! They battle it out against the ropes in a clinch, trying to lay punches and whatever they can get their hands on, WHEN GRANT BURSTS IN AND TAKES BOTH OF THEM OUT THE RING WITH A DROP KICK TO THE FACE!! The men tumble over each other as Grant unravels himself from the ropes he’s caught between and moves towards Tier’s heaving form. Grant plucks him off the ground, BUT GETS A FINGER IN THE EYE!! Tier then chances Grants hunched body over and SITS OUT WITH A-

CL:WEGENLEIHHHHD!!

JH:NO!!

Grant still has his wits about him and clamps Tiers wrist in a hammerlock, cuffs the other hand and then spins him around and down all in one second!!

CM:Shit! Somehow Grant supplanted Tier in a double underhook!

Grant then lifts Tier up and CRUNCHES HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!!

JH:C4!! C4!!! IS THIS IT?!

Grant keeps his position for the pin over Tiers torqued body! The Truth counts it!

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Crackerjack and Prime both fall on Grant as the three count expires.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, you’re winner in a time of fourteen minutes and fifty-three seconds – GRANT! RICE!!!

JH:Unbelievable!! A week away from ppv and Grant has got a pin fall over Tier!!

CM: WHAT AN UGLY FINISH! And I mean that in every possible sense.

Prime and Crackerjack pull themselves to their feet and go their separate, unhappy ways as Truth lifts Grant's arm in victory.

JH: My! What a victory for Grant Rice going into Nensai Senjou! Speaking of which…

CL: We’ve got card run down duty again, here ya go folks, the entire line-up!

CM: Yay! Buy and give us your money, peons!


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JH: Our evening will start with a match that makes me…uh…uncomfortable…

CL: Crackerjack and Elrick have waged war on each other for months now and at the anniversary event it’ll come to an end. Literally, one of these two guys probably won’t be seen for a while if ever again should they lose this fucker and get buried alive.

CM: Oh! Oh! And, it’s the anniversary pay-per-view for the masked freak as he’s now been here a whole year!


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JH: This match was made earlier tonight by the Boss. Whoever walks out of the main event will need a contender going into Anarchy in the U.K., and what better way?!

CL: Yup, Hembra and Lara have had their troubles in recent weeks with each other and T-Bird might want to try and avenge her loss earlier.

CM: My prediction…Hembra Monstruo eats the ring with both other ladies and the referee in it!


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JH: These two teams have been fighting each other for months now and neither has seemingly been able to gain the upper hand.

CL: And, because of that they’ll settle their grudge in a two out of three falls match to ensure who the best team between them is. As well as…

CM: Whoever wins gets to roll around with Kennedy, the lucky son of a gun! …Oh…and Prime too I guess, ew….


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JH: Adam Wilson and Extreme Ninja #2 have had a brewing trouble between them for months and it has imploded lately!

CL: A fight over not only hate or love but also a championship! With Hype’s background in mind and with Ninja’s consent they’ve made the match a Fans Bring the Weapons!

CM: That’ll be interesting since there’s no guard rails at Nensai Senjou! The fans are going to be able to play a big part in that match!


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JH: We have to apologize folks, this graphic was made before the news of Colbert Tottington and the Majesty entering the match was made known!

CL: Well, we don’t know for sure what the fuck Maj was doing out there. Any ways, there might be more people entered in this match before it’s over too!

CM: My dog might have bitten off more than he can chew, he’s gonna need to be extra flossing to get through this one!


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JH: We just saw these two collide to a degree a few moments ago in that four-way dance though this is the big one! Former mentor versus former follower! It’s all on the line with the FIW Undisputed International Championship up for grabs!

CL: Tier’s repeating history at Nensai Senjou, mark my words.

CM: …He’ll screw a brit then get gang banged by the brit’s group and get his belts taken from him? Okay.


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JH: The Boss has been setting up the paper work for this one for weeks now and has managed to keep it secret…until now! The Double Jeopardy Match returns at Nensai Senjou! The Boss has sent another shot at the Rejects camp!

CL: Even with the sheep fucker and friends in his corner I can’t see how the Yeti walks out of Nensai Senjou with the belts. All three of those wrestlers want those belts and of course, it certainly helps a certain wrestler that Prime is the special ringside enforcer!

CM: Guess that means no shots from title belts or weapons or Rejects getting involved, sounds fine to me as long as Prime doesn’t try to mess with Ethan!


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JH: It has been months and months, and months in the making! These two have had an epic war that has spanned over half a year or pretty darn close to it! Now they will collide and write the closing chapter of this saga or at least the closing chapter for the present time!

CL: It’s put up or shut up time for Roxie as this is her last chance for some time should she not be able to pull it off.

CM: I can ensure you the Tanaka Zaibatsu will walk out of Nensai Senjou not only with their current belt still in their camp. But with another silver addition and a contendership to boot, mark my words, Nensai Senjou will be their night!
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JH: We may know all there is to know about Nensai Senjou but we still have one last card to play!

CL: Yeah, the match that will allow the three contenders walking into it bragging rights.

CM: Such a hard decision, Ethan or…hot woman? Mmhmmm…I definitely know which I’d want in my bed and wouldn’t kick out of it for eating crackers.

JH: One mustn’t forget Liam Mortell, the veteran of the sport has been building momentum week after week.

CL: Yeah, and next you’re going to tell me that zombie of a man could’ve actually been our Dual Crown Champion hadn’t Kennedy kicked him.

CM: I don’t know, as boring as it was…he seemed pretty close.

JH: That he was! I may respect Kennedy and enjoy her in-ring ability however I think she’s a little off the mark when it comes to Liam.

CL: Guess we’ll find out tonight, ne?

CM: Personally I think I might cry if that sagging jiggling pair of man boobs wins.


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the scheduled main event for this edition of Friday Night ReVolt! It has been granted a thirty minute time limit and it is one fall to a finish with the Full Intensity Wrestling senior official, Tony Clarke as your referee!


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

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

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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: Gotta wonder if Ethan Adams is apart of this so-called New FIW that has been put in a internal struggle against the so-called Old FIW that the Yeti rambled on about.

CM: Course he is! Ethan’s quite a bit younger but also prettier looking than most of the veterans like…uh…Jim O’Brien?

JH: Did you completely forget who some of our more experienced FIW wrestlers are and just randomly pick out a name?


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

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


CM: Look at them! Look at them! They’re dancing! They’re strangely hypnotic!

JH: Oh will you stop! Liam is in better shape than…well, the three of us for one!

CL: Speak for yourself Hitchen, I’m considered a hot piece of ass in the gothic world.


MA: Introducing next, he hails from Cheltenham, England and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…HE! IS! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORTEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL~!!!


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 awaiting the start of the match.


JH: We could be looking at our very first ever FIW Triple Crown Champion once Nensai Senjou comes to a close next week.

CL: Yeah, especially convenient that her co-champion and, when drunk, friend with benefits is the special ringside enforcer.

CM: Lucky meat headed jerk…


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Coming out of their respected corners at a cautious pace the three eye one another from their selected spots in the ring amidst the quiet yet intense buzz in the crowd. Adams points over to Liam and starts giving out instructions at him to sit out for now and then points at the world tag team champion. FIW’s First Wonder of the World seems to instruct her to come over and taste the might of him, and then proceeds to flex his arms’ impressive muscles. Or, maybe not so impressive as Liam and Kennedy look at each other with deflated expressions before they both charge right at the High Spot Sensation at once!

CL: Oh hey, that’s great in a match where it’s every one for themselves, ganging up on some one.

CM: Apparently they didn’t like the gun show Ethan brought with him!

JH: Gun show? …Bloody hell…

Their foe puts up his hands and hastily tries to plead his case to be forgiven, and left alone though it falls on deaf ears because the two take to the air! FIW’s Leading Lady drills him right in the right knee cap with a dropkick as FIW’s English Gentleman similarly dropkicks him on the chest! Adams tumbles backwards and gets tangled in the ropes from his flailing body parts, and eventually lands un-ceremonially onto the apron in a heap. Resulting in the Premier Hellcat reeling when she gets to her feet and eats a forearm strike from her other opponent who’s turned his sights to her!

CM: Oh! Ethan! Kennedy! They’re both not looking too good right now!

JH: Very rarely does any one look their best during a match, Chip.

CL: Sssh, just let him live in his own little fantasy world.

Fighting through the pain; the tag champion fires back with a right hand punch that rocks the older wrestler a little and forces him to swivel to maintain his balance. He clenches his fists and burning determination fills every inch of his aged and line filled face when he comes back with another forearm strike! It jerks the Hellcat’s head back violently and makes her take a step back only to spin its momentum right round into a second punch from her! Her fist finds his jaw and connects fiercely on it as evident by how Mortell near collapses and has to catch himself before he comes back with another forearm strike for her pretty face!

JH: Kennedy and Liam are exchanging shots back and fourth! Even with the size difference the tag team champion is proving why the opposite sex can be just as tough!

CL: Alright, enough with the feminist hyperbole.

CM: I once went to a pro-female protest rally…wasn’t what I thought it was going to be…

Forearm meets cheek and sends the Premier Hellcat stumbling; she shakes her head a few times to get rid of cobwebs that currently seem to plague it. Unfortunately for her the other opponent is up to his feet and holding the top rope on the apron, and leaps up onto it to a polite applause! Ethan soars through the air and snatches Kennedy into a front chancery and uses the velocity to take him over and hit a back brain kick (enziguri) on Mortell on the way down! FIW’s English Gentleman staggers a bit and then belly flops in a mess while with a great amount of force behind it the tag champion’s skull meets the canvas!

CL: Holy shit! Ratings’ Spike with a back brain kick added on!

CM: That’s why Ethan Adams is awesome.

JH: With a singular maneuver Ethan Adams has swayed the advantage completely into his favor!

Kipping up to his feet the High Spot Sensation pumps his fists into the air to more applause from the Japanese crowd in attendance. Smirking proudly over what he’s done, and pounds his chest and plays up to the fans how proud he is over what he’s done, and struts a little even! All this show boating let’s the world tag team champion groan and peel herself off of the mat, and use the ropes to help her up to her shaky legs with a far away look in her eyes. The Premier Hellcat recovers slowly yet steadily though a problem with that arises when the Grand Prix Champion turns around and notices what is going on.

CM: Yes Ethan! Yes! You’re great!

JH: While Ethan Adams may be a talented competitor he has dropped the ball to a extent.

CL: Extent is the key word, Mortell’s out still and Kennedy looks like she did before Prime and her got to fucking.

Running at full speed the High Spot Sensation gets a rude reality check when the world tag champion ducks down and sends him over the top rope with a back drop! Amazingly Adams lands on his feet on the apron and gives the Premier Hellcat a head butt to celebrate that fact for all to see! Visibly angry, Kennedy responds to the head butt with a open handed slap that sends her foe a few steps to the right of her and leaves his mouth agape while he tries to shake it off. FIW’s First Wonder of the World gets worse luck when a leg reaches up over the top rope and the foot of the leg collides with his temple, sending him flying off of the apron!

JH: J.F.K.! Kennedy comes back with a vengeance!

CL: Thank Buddha you didn’t use the stereotypical and cliché’ comment about a woman scorned…

CM: Hey now Kennedy! How’s Ethan supposed to look his best for his Peoples magazine shoot when he’s got a big ole bruise on the side of his head?!

Behind this the former FSC clutches the back of his head and winces slightly, easing his body back up to a vertical base to a small section of applause from the fans. It is once he’s up to his feet that he notices Ethan’s broken body at ringside and the still slightly dazed Premier Hellcat near the ropes. His eyes zero in and he crouches in wait, his body trembles with eagerness and gets another small applause & even cheer from the fans in the arena. The world tag team champion looks around a little puzzled and turns around right into the waiting arms of Mortell that brings her up into the air & drives her back first into the canvas!

CL: SPINEBUSTAAH~!!!

CM: Yee-ouch! Kennedy might be addle brained after that!

JH: Now all three competitors are down!

As Hitchen claims, Liam falls back as soon as he’s done with the maneuver and all three wrestlers lay in their respected spots in the ringside area. Clarke looks around at the entire lot of them, looking uncertain if he wants to start a count for either situation what with this being the main event of the night. Some thing that’s solved for him when Adams starts to stir at ringside and feebly begins crawling towards the apron to a polite applause from the fans. The Japanese fans give another polite applause when FIW’s English Gentleman forces his body back up to its knees, and tries to get any kinks out of it while he can.

CM: Only one not getting up is Kennedy, she’s flat out on her ba…hehehehe…

JH: Oi, you have to remember perverse thoughts aside that she’s taken a signature maneuver from both men’s catalog within the last few minutes!

CL: Yeah, it’s impressive she was even able to make the small come back she did as quickly as she did after the Ratings’ Spike.

Gingerly Ethan swings a leg up over his body and onto the apron, and it is an easier task to get the other up there and he rolls in underneath the bottom rope. Using the ropes to do most of the work, the High Spot Sensation pulls his body back up to a vertical base at the same time Liam makes his way up onto his. They dazedly turn around and come eye to eye with each other and only a few feet dividing them in the ring, the two stop as soon as they spot the other. Saitama ‘s fans grow into a quiet buzz again, knowing these two men’s past and recent interactions with each other as they eye one another with intensity.

JH: Ethan Adams’ and Liam Mortell’s careers have almost been intertwined with one another since their starts with the company.

CL: Yup, they battled through the Flycore Division and right into the Fighting Spirit Division. It was Liam that got to the belt first though it was Ethan that ended up taking the strap from the old man.

CM: Now they meet yet again in the Dual Crown Division, one having been put through a Trial Series to get here and the other won the Grand Prix tournament.

It is a gesture that the Grand Prix Champion makes that seems moderately meaningless that triggers it and the two rush at each other with full steam! Their arms find each other and soon they are in a collar and elbow tie-up, each one trying to push the other back and only getting a small bit of edge. Every time Adams gets a small edge in the vice grip Mortell counters it and gets an edge himself, and so they go back and fourth in a violent struggle. Thrashing about, their battle ends when the High Spot Sensation pushes Liam back first into one of the corners and Tony gets on their case to break it.

CL: How much you wanna bet whether or not we’ll see a clean break?

CM: That’s a sucker’s bet.

JH: Come on, Ethan has to give it to him…Ethan may be arrogant at times but he does have a sense of honor…right?

Gradually they release their hold on each others’ arms and FIW’s First Wonder of the World cautious takes steps back, and out of the corner. His hands held up towards the heavens and there is a tiny applause for this clean break…till Adams rears back and dishes out a back handed chop right across the chest! The fans shift to a hissing jeer and the High Spot Sensation cackles to himself, pointing towards his head as Liam reels & his chest turns a bright red. Mortell snarls and FIW’s English Gentleman locks them back up only to push them back as far as they can go, and the Grand Prix Champion’s back hits the opposite corner!

CM: Uh oh…maybe Ethan shouldn’t have done that…

JH: I think Liam might be letting his temper get the better of him here.

CL: Or, his pride, it is a fine line.

Tony commands a break despite how many times Adams shakes his head not to do it and Mortell smiles innocently and as friendly as can be. Casually he let’s go and takes several large steps out of the corner with his arms up in the air, relief starting to flood over the features of Ethan when he sees this. FIW’s English Gentleman suddenly glares and rams his forehead right into the forehead of the High Spot Sensation that creates a thunderous noise! While he reels from that Liam unloads a rapid fire flurry of palm chops to the chest of the Grand Prix Champion to cheers & applause from the fans!

JH: I’d say Ethan is really regretting that cheap shot now!

CL: Jesus! Liam’s chest was made only a lil’ redish pink, Ethan’s is turning several hundred shades of red!

CM: Ew! Ew! Ew! Skin is peeling off of it!

Chip’s correct, little flakes of skin fly away from the scene as Liam continues to deliver chop after chop and turns Adams’ chest into a bright cherry red. So red is it that barely any one notices the small trickles of blood that go down it till they start becoming bigger and more bleeds out. Welts and bruises start to form and Ethan winces & tries to breathe through his mouth to ease the sting from the assault being done to his flesh. An assault abruptly ended when the Premier Hellcat sandwiches the two with a somersault kick off of the back of the former FSC!

CL: Kennedy’s back in the match with a vengeance!

CM: Mmhmm, so agile, so flexible, so…fashionable? Yeah, yeah, that works…

JH: After recovering from the abuse she’s taken early on the Premier Hellcat is back in the match!

She rolls out of the way of the corner and gets back up into a crouched position to wait, her body twitching eagerly as the fans applaud her previous maneuver still. Mortell is the first one out of the corner and she gives him a swift toe kick to the midsection that doubles him over, and leaves him wide open for the guillotine face driver! Adams is the next one to stumble out of the corner and the tag champion is ready for him as she leaps into the air with the greatest of ease. Gracefully she wraps her legs around the neck of the Grand Prix Champion and brings him over with a hurricanrana into a pin fall, and snatches up both his legs to tighten the pin fall!

CM: Hurra…um…what’s it called again?

JH: HurraKennedy and into a pin!


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CL: She might sneak out the victory right here!

CM: You know? Ethan’s a very lucky man right now…


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JH: There’s no Liam Mortell to stop the pin fall thanks to the Clincher too!

CL: Yup, Ethan’s going to have to will himself if he wants to survive!


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CM: Whoa!

JH: At the last possible second Adams kicked out of the maneuver!


FIW’s Leading Lady looks less impressed with this; in fact, she looks quite annoyed and let’s go of the High Spot Sensation’s legs to grab his head! Roughly she yanks it up and starts hammering on it with an onslaught of fists that connect with the chin, jaw, cheek, eye, nose and whatever else she can hit! Clarke circles around them to make sure every thing is nice and legal though winces a few times at the hits Adams is taking from the world tag team champion. Eventually she grows satisfied or bored with this, and tosses his head to the mat and pushes her body back up to a vertical base with a determined look in her eyes.

JH: It looks like she’s through toying around with her opponents!

CL: Was she to begin with?

CM: Eh, it could be debated she was to a degree.

With a simple gesture of her hand the Premier Hellcat gets the fans into a frenzy with cheers and applause as she crouches down in wait. A few moments pass before Adams starts to stir and feebly he pushes his upper body up, and steadily gets his body more and more towards a vertical base again. He turns around to try and spot where his opponents are on his one knee which turns out to be a grave mistake because Kennedy barrels right at him as fast as she can! Effortlessly she scales right up his knee and…the High Spot Sensation clutches both of her legs and sits her up onto his shoulders as he hastily gets up to his feet!

CL: Fuck! Ethan just barely missed that kick with that last minute counter!

CM: He really is one lucky son of a bee.

JH: The bee is for balloon of course, kiddies.

Dazed and now with the added weight on his shoulders from the tag champion Ethan staggers a bit, and forces himself to maintain his balance. FIW’s First Wonder of the World in an instant slams his victim down back of the neck first into the mat and she crashes in a car wreck like effect! That ever confident smirk returns to the lips of the High Spot Sensation and he snatches her legs, twisting & wrapping them around his own before floating over. With her now on her belly the Grand Prix Champion takes both of her arms in his own hands and brings the heel of his boot down against the back of her head to a collective cringe!

CM: Ah! Now it’s Kennedy’s face getting bruised! She’s got a cover shoot for Tokyo Sports coming up! She can’t go on that looking all jacked up!

JH: A powerbomb and then the Curtain Jerker!

CL: Just like that the pendulum swings back into the favor of another.

Proud of himself, the High Spot Sensation smirks devilishly at the crowd and teases doing a second one of his signature maneuver. Instead he opts to untie their legs and let go of her arms, and steps away from standing over her for a moment only to stomp her on the head! A few more times he stomps on her head to more cringes and winces from the crowd, and a slight laugh from Adams who is having fun again. The Grand Prix Champion motions that it’s almost over; he hoists the Premier Hellcat up onto his shoulder and then points to the turnbuckle.

JH: I think I know what’s coming…

CL: If he can get it, you mean.

CM: This could be bad for either of them, very, very, very bad!

Not quite as easy as he thought things would be the Grand Prix Champion frowns and groans when Kennedy starts driving elbows into the back of his head! Desperately she tries to wiggle free from him only to get a punch to the midsection that temporarily knocks the air out of her and stuns her. It keeps her down long enough for him to get to one of the corners and plant her on top of it in a seated position to a buzzing Saitama crowd. Carefully Adams grabs both sides of the top rope and starts climbing up the turnbuckle, going up the first buckle easily and then taking longer to go from the second to the top.

CL: He better hurry the fuck up if he wants to get this done!

CM: Why? Liam’s still pretty much out of it and Kennedy looks to be in the same boat.

JH: Ethan does seemingly have every thing going his way.

Confident in that very fact, FIW’s First Wonder of the World takes his time to get to the very top of the turnbuckle and when he does he plays up to the crowd. Teasing that he might not do it and finally starts to wrap his arms around the world tag champion when he gets a head butt from her! Stunned from it, it leaves Ethan wide open for several punches to the face from her as she tries to push him off with her left hand to amazed cheers & applause! Not going down so easily, the Grand Prix Champion gives her back punches to try and subdue her again and soon much to Tony’s dismay they are duking it out a top the turnbuckle!

CM: Who’s going to gain control?!

JH: Whoever does might have this match won!

CL: Is it wrong that I want one of them to not fall into the ring when one of them does eventually fall?

Punch after punch after punch showers both in scrapes and bruises from the other, and neither looks ready to back down from the other. Slowly but surely Ethan is gaining dominance over the Premier Hellcat in the slugfest from his advantage of more muscle on his frame. An advantage that goes right out the window when she nails an uppercut that sends him flying through the air and crashing down onto the canvas below with his limbs all about! Quickly she climbs up onto her feet and Kennedy calls for her signature aerial maneuver to cheers when the ReVolTrons come to life…

JH: What on earth is going on?!


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That all of our basic urges…

Are considered sins…

Except…

Love?...
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CL: The fuck was that?!

CM: I…don’t get it…

Attention drawn to this bizarre message FIW’s Leading Lady isn’t aware of a potential threat and it becomes too late when it clubs her across the back! Lifted up off of the turnbuckle into a suplex she is driven into the mat with a side slam that floats right over into the arm triangle choke! Tony Clarke hunches over and checks on the hold as Mortell wrenches back as far as he can, gritting his teeth and straining he is applying as much pressure as he can! The world tag team champion tries to hold out but the sudden attack is too much for her abused body to withstand and she taps out & the senior referee calls for the bell!


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CL: Holy fucking shit! The old man did it!

CM: I’d say that speed bump is conquered.

JH: Not only that but Liam Mortell rides into Nensai Senjou with the momentum behind him and holds a victory over a champion!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by submission…LLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL~!!!


”Stronger” blares over the sound system and the fans get to their feet, giving all three wrestlers a standing ovation for the battle they had. FIW’s English Gentleman looking almost in disbelief as he releases the hold and Clarke raises his arm in victory, and helps him up to his feet. Not noticing Kennedy’s glare as she clutches her aching area from the submission and rolls out underneath the bottom rope, and out onto the apron. Adams starts to stir and looks just as deflated when he realizes what is going on, and pounds his fist against the canvas.

Kiyoshi: As some of you may know, my contract with Full Intensity Wrestling expired two months ago...

Attention is yanked away from the doings that are transpiring in the ring, to a well dressed young man up on the balcony of the Saitama Super Arena, who has spent the last twenty or so minutes standing and staring intently at the ring. Kiyoshi Nakahata on his week off still appears at FIW events, but time, it seems, is running out.

Kiyoshi: If you know that, then you will also have heard that we have managed to come to an arrangement for the duration of the tour of my homeland, to give me time to think about what I want and also - if needs be - to give the company time to find a successor to the Dual Crown.

CM: You mean he's leaving?

JH: He didn't say that.

Kiyoshi: Now the issue of who would follow me is something we have a small way to resolving tonight. Prime is not present, having guaranteed his challenge in two months time, leaving you three as the potential Seventh Dual Crown Champion. So I have no problems with leaving the company in disarray. There are however, other issues...

He manages to tear his eyes away from the ring just long enough to scan the crowd

Kiyoshi: Firstly, this is my home. For two years, I have been away, travelling the world which has been a lot of fun. I have seen and done things that I had only dreamed of doing, but there has been this sense for a while now that there was no-one to share it with. Being back here has reminded me of that...

CL: Even Abominable Snowmen get homesick, it seems.

Kiyoshi: But can I really stay here, on these small islands? Family, friends, doing what I love...

He stops to close his eyes.

Kiyoshi: It almost seems perfect. The one thing it lacks? Ambition...

CM: Eh?

Kiyoshi: With the GHC and the World Heavyweight Title, I have the world in my hands, everything I ever wanted from being a wrestling, expressed in two belts. Can I really leave that behind?

CM: Even for me, that's an easy one.

Kiyoshi: But then, can I really leave my home behind when the only things I have to look forward to are bitterness and pain? Everything I need is right here, so why do I have to put with Kennedy calling me a coward? I take it she was not paying attention to what I thought of XK.

CL: That's an easy one, too. Just smack it out of her. That's what just about anyone else would do.

Kiyoshi: And then there are the Rejects. I make no secret about what I think about what happened to Mortell-san, and I think about it and wonder if I can stand to be associated with such things. How can I stand up for this? But like everything, there are two sides to the coin: Last week was one of the hardest fights of my entire life, and neither of us could finish it in 30 minutes...

JH: Is he smiling?

CL: Yep, right at Liam Mortell.

Kiyoshi: So how can I leave any of this behind? And what does it have to do with you three?

Still smiling wryly, he points to each in turn, almost as if he's trying to pick eeny meeny miney mo out of the three.

Kiyoshi: Well my friends, it is very simple: one of you is going to have to take it from me...

The sound of the floor rushing up to hit the microphone cuts him off, as he disappears into the gloom of his balcony perch...

JH: Strong words from the champion!

CL: Indeed, the Yeti can say some nice things every once and a while.

CM: Ethan or Kennedy will certainly be the one to take it from him if he wants to be rid of it so badly!

CL: In either case we’re all out of time, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance, we’ll see you next week at FIW Nensai Senjou two thousand and eight…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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