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Nensai Senjou '08; 02-03-08
Topic Started: Feb 4 2008, 02:02 AM (493 Views)
Kryten Shards
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[align=center]I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls
There are people looking through
The window in the door
They know exactly what we're here for
Don't look up just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be

You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from

Don't you know by now
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, oh-pen wide
Cause this is your night
So smile
Cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style

If you let me I could
I'd show you how to build your fences

Set restrictions
Separate from the world

The constant battle that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight

Don't look up just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, oh-pen wide
Cause this is your night
So smile


Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this big talkin'
So now let's see you walkin'

I said let's see you walkin'

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this big talkin'
So now let's see you walkin'
I said let's see you walkin'

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying

And oh, oh, oh-pen wide
Yeah oh, oh, oh-pen wide

Yeah oh, oh, oh-pen wide
Cause you'll go out in style

You'll go out in style


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JH: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a sold out Tokyo Dome! Welcome to the Anniversary of the Full Intensity Wrestling! Welcome…to Nensai Sanjou 2008! This crowd, packed with standing room only, is ready for what will be an electrifying night.

CL: This is where I would normally disagree with you and question your sexuality but for once I’m going to agree with you. A lot of contests tonight are ones I’ve been looking forward to myself for a long time. That ladder match for the Flycore Title for one. If the carnage in that match is even close to what we witnessed just last week on ReVolt, then we are surely in for one hell of a massacre.

CM: Don’t forget that some of the biggest feuds this company has seen will be coming to a head, and possibly to a close here tonight. Jaime Lee and Roxie in an “I Quit” match, I’m sure that after tonight we’ll only be seeing one of them as the other will try to hide their face from the disgrace they’ll feel when they utter those words.

JH: Of course we’ll have to wait for that one, but on the same sort of note Crackerjack and Elrick are set to face each other in what should be a classic. A buried alive match that will truly knock at least one individual off the face of this earth for weeks, possibly months, to come.

CL: How can you justify that? Just because you’re buried doesn’t mean that you can’t just show up the next night.

JH: How many people do you know who has risen from the grave within a day?

CL …

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

[align=center]I'm Stronger Now Even After Everything That You Did
Still Alive And Kicking
I'm Better Now, I'm Awake
Now I Can See, Everything In Front Of Me (Now)
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…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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the buried alive match!

A loud roar from the fans as they have been well anticipating this one.

MA: First, from Leamington Spa, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds…ELLLLLLLRICK!!!!

Elrick remains in the ring with no real emotion shown on his face. Stepping off his feet one after the other, Elrick shakes his arms around waiting for Crackerjack to enter the arena.

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

MA: His opponent…CRAAAAAAACKERRRRRJACK!!!

JH: Not much of an intro for the masked behemoth, but we’ve heard it all so much we can have it memorized.

Crackerjack slowly walks toward Elrick as he does the same.

JH: Look for some words to be exchanged and—

Out of nowhere, Crackerjack launches a fist straight into Elricks face knocking him back into a stumble.

CL: You were saying? Looks like this thing is starting right off the bat. Which is good, no wasted time.

The bell sounds as the match officially begins. Elrick recovers his balance and charges toward Crackerjack knocking some stiff shots to the bigger mans gut. Each shot seems to take its toll on the big guy but nothing too major to stop him from grabbing hold of Elricks shoulders and tossing him in a bit of a shove motion to the other side of the ring. Crackerjack now quickly leaves the ring and reaches behind the apron to grab hold of a steel chair. With the chair in hand, Crackerjack slides back into the ring.

CL: As I said, no wasted time here tonight. Crackerjack is looking to finish things early and I don’t blame him.

With Elrick still on the mat he looks easy prey for Crackerjack new found weapon as he lurches it up high. Elrick, who had apparently been playing possum, rolls to his side just as the chair is coming down. Rolling onto his back, Elrick manages with both feet to kick Crackerjack away before he can recover from the chair swing.

JH: Quick, intensive action being displayed here. Looks like both men have their game plans for this one.

CM: Dunnnn dun-dun, dun dun-dun-dun-dunnnnnn!!!!

CL: What in the hell are you doing?

CM: Well, this fight seems to have everything. A personal rivalry, a professional rivalry, weapons, hard hitting action, a gimmick…I thought I’d give it a theme.

CL: Please don’t.

Elrick, who is back up to his feet at this moment, waits for Crackerjack to turn around toward him. Just as he does, Elrick dives forward latching hold of Crackerjacks legs and with a sudden uprising action lifts him up and over the top rope in a modified back body drop.

JH: Elrick has just sent Crackerjack over the top rope with a back body drop! What strength!

CL: Did you think he wouldn’t put himself through at least some weight training for this thing?

With the crowd solidly behind him, Elrick grabs hold of the top rope as his legs wobble to try and get him back to his feet.

JH: Looks as though even Elrick didn’t think he could manage such a feat.

Elrick doesn’t remain on a vertical base for long as he vaults himself over the top rope crash landing on the just rising Crackerjack as fans cheer with another huge reaction.

CL: What is that guy doing? Why’s he stepping out of his style like that?

JH: It’s true that we don’t see very many risqué moves from Elrick that would take more out of him than his opponent if failed, but it seems that Elrick is really pulling out all of the stops here tonight. If he loses, I don’t think he wants it to be because he didn’t do everything he could. He spots his opportunites and he’s taking them.

CM: Uh…guys, I just checked the replay and it looks as though Elrick bit off more than he could chew on that last exchange.

CL: This is becoming fucking bizarro land!

A sudden replay over the screen does in fact prove Chip right as during the impact Crackerjack managed to bring his right arm, which had been in the air, over the back of Elricks’ head smashing his face down moments before Crackerjack had gone down. Whether it was intentional or not remains to be seen.

JH: Looks like you’re right. And now Crackerjack has Elrick lifted up horizontally in front of him.

Talk about a feat of strength, Crackerjack had just risen back up, not without trouble mind you, and has managed to keep his grip on Elrick. Mustering even more strength, Crackerjack lifts Elrick just above his head and drops him face first on the steel post top of the barricade. Elrick bounces off the impact and lands on his side but soon slump rolls onto his back looking up dazed as Crackerjack drops down to a knee obviously exerted after such a test of strength.

JH: Oh my god! Elrick’s face just got dropped on that barricade! He could be busted open!

A shot, not so close up, reveals that Elrick is indeed…not busted open but he does have a red mark on his face where the impact took place.

CL: The hells he doing now? Looking for a fan to take his hand?

Elrick is in fact raising his arm up slightly into the air, but not for fan support but as some kind of mean of getting to his feet. It seems to work as Elrick starts to sit upright as Crackerjack notices. Reaching over toward the smaller of the two competitors, Crackerjack hoists Elrick up by the wrist to his feet only to knock him down once again with a straight shot to the face. Elrick falls flat on his back as Jack reaches down to pick him up yet again. This time when he has a hold of his arm, Crackerjack sends him running crashing back first into the golden set of steps that break apart in two upon impact. Elrick winces out in pain as Crackerjack charges toward him. Sending his foot out, Crackerjack looks to take off Elricks head but that plan fails as Elrick barely manages to dodge out of the way causing Jacks leg to instead land on the set of broken steps. Elrick now rises fast as he can to his feet and begins pummelling toward Jack. Because of his current stance, Jack really has nowhere to go to avoid the shots so all he can do at the moment is put up his arms in some sort of defence. Eventually though, Jack manages to shove Elrick away to the mats. Now with a chance, Crackerjack straightens himself up and reaches down once again for Elrick.

JH: Elrick keeps fighting with everything he has, but is it truly enough? Crackerjack keeps knocking him back!

CL: Are you asking me? Because if you want my opinion, I can safely say this in every language we’re being broadcasted in; Elrick, will rest in peace tonight.

After slapping away Jacks hand, Elrick starts to rise to his feet on his own accord. As soon as he does he sends out a sudden back elbow shot to Crackerjack. After repeating the move, Elrick finds enough room to regain what bearings he had lost. This little action takes him on a journey that sends him away from the ring and toward the rampway just twenty-some feet away from the burial site.

CM: Elrick’s leaving already?

JH: No, I think he’s going up the rampway on purpose. He knows Crackerjack’ll follow and thus he’s already halfway to his goal.

His plan seems to go off as mentioned by the commentators as Crackerjack does indeed step off after his enemy. Noticing, through the Revoltron, that Crackerjack is close behind Elrick turns around catching him with a stiff shot similar to that of an enziguiri style kick.

JH: Elrick is really out of his game plan. It’s like he’s just going with the flow of the match and seems to be making things up as he goes.

CL: Can you blame him if it works? Personally, I blame him on using such a stupid strategy.

Crackerjack, now lying face first on the rampway, is dragged the rest of his way by Elrick who grapples hold of his left arm. Elrick doesn’t stop to take a rest until he gets to the stage where to just the left of him, four feet from the stages ledge, is the six foot high pile of dirt. Built ten feet wide with a depth of twelve feet, the top of the pile is marked with a tombstone with the image of both Crackerjack and Elricks face and the days date chiselled just below the images. The actual grave is almost a perfect rectangle, about as close as you can get with this unpredictable dirt, and looks large enough to suit either man. Beside the hole is a higher pile of dirt that overshadows the hole. By the look of things, this pile should be just enough to cover whoever it is that takes the nap inside. According to Elricks signal, it’s about to be Crackerjack.

JH: Is this thing really about to end this quickly?

As it stands…no. Crackerjack pushes away both of Elricks arms upon the attempt to raise him up to a vertical base. Now knowing that he is inches from the ledge of the stage, Crackerjack begins to fire forward with some shots that soon grant him more room to move. With plenty of room, Crackerjack grabs hold of Elricks throat with both hands before pulling him in close. It looks as though he has some words for him but his short speech is cut off as Elrick launches a foot into Crackerjacks gut causing the twin handed grip to cease. Free, Elrick takes a few steps back as Crackerjack stumbles forward a step. With a full burst of speed Elrick now charges forward but is caught by Crackerjack who again ceases control of his throat only this time he uses the momentum to swing him around breaking through one of the decorative swords on the stage and even off the stage!

JH: Oh my god!

The fans cheer at the sudden hard impact Elrick makes on the ground below as Crackerjack stumbles down from the sudden delivery of the counter.

JH: Elrick was just hurled off the top of that stage onto the concrete floor below!

CL: I know. I heard the splat from here.

CM: And on top of that…he destroyed on of those swords on the stage.

All of that is true, especially the part about Elrick landing on the concrete. Because of the dirt piles location, Elricks feet are the only body part that safely land upon it. But he isn’t alone down there for long as Crackerjack looks ready to come down and join him. Within a split moment before cameras can even show him, Crackerjack has launched himself off the stage letting his body twist a little for a miniture version of a senton bomb. HE MISSES!

JH: Crackerjack just jumped off the stage!

CL: And he missed! How many chances down a guy his size have to perform these kinds of moves?

He misses because Elrick has rolled out of the way upon spotting the larger man ready to leap. After a bit of a battle, Elrick manages to get to a vertical base and starts back toward the ring.

CL: Why the fuck is he going back? Crackerjack is right there!

CM: He might try his previous idea perhaps?

That doesn’t seem to be the case as Erick slides back into the ring still a little woozy from being tossed off the stage and landing on concrete. But that doesn’t seem to stop him from picking up the steel chair that Crackerjack had brought in earlier.

CL: Okay, so I guess it makes sense now why he went and did that.

Elrick smacks the canvas with the chair once to send out a solid note of warning toward Crackerjack who is now starting to get back to a vertical base. This vision becomes noticeable to Elrick as he shouts out for Crackerjack to come into the ring. Clearly the masked behemoth seems hesitant to enter the ring with the Career Killer as he’s holding the chair. However, Elrick continuously demands Crackerjack to enter. Crackerjack slides up onto the rampway and looks toward Elrick shaking his head.

JH: What’s going to happen? Who’s going to give?

Neither man looks like they’re going to budge from their spot but that doesn’t mean they don’t move. Elrick tosses the chair slamming it at an angle against the canvas in such a way that the chair slides out of the ring. Now unarmed, Elrick again calls on the so called “monster”.

JH: He’s deathly serious about having Crackerjack come into the ring!

Now Crackerjack seems ready as he walks toward the ring. Elrick takes a few steps back to gain some more running room for when his enemy does indeed enter the ring. As soon as he does enter, Elrick remains still allowing Crackerjack to rise to his feet.

CL: Did that land on the concrete do something to Elrick’s brain?

JH: I don’t think he planned on taking that open chance. It looks as though he just wants to replenish his hatred for Crackerjack before this fight really takes off by just seeing his face.

CM: You mean they’re going to do more to each other?

Indeed Elrick meets Crackerjack in the middle of the ring and both men stand for a moment staring up and down at each other almost as if the past ten minutes never really took place. And yes, Elricks hatred for this man in front of him does begin to boil as he sends a curved right at his face. Crackerjack takes the shot but returns in kind as Elrick repeats the similar strike. Both men now stand in the middle of the ring trading blows lefts and rights until they’re just hitting each other whenever they can which is quite often. Neither man seems to be gaining an advantage and it isn’t until simultaneous shots to the heads that either man backs away. Though even then both men retain their vertical standard as they only turn away from the impact. Elrick looks ready to use the momentum for a surprise shot as Crackerjack seems to have other plans reaching in for something.

JH: What—HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

CL&CM: Whoa…

Crackerjack swings the broken katana, of which is only a fraction of its former size, toward Elrick who barely manages to duck just in time.

JH: Crackerjack buried that katana in his pants and just swung for Elricks neck! Even decorative, it’s obvious that some damage could’ve been done!

The sudden momentum of the shot causes Crackerjack forward a few steps but not in a daze as he turns around thrusting the broken sword forward. Elrick, in a last ditch effort to save himself, raises his arm keeping the sword from continuing on. Because of the swords V-style break, the blade tip rests on both sides of Elricks right ulna. A simple swipe of the broken sword to the ring, and Elrick gains two new straight line cuts along the arm. The Career Killer winces only for a moment as he sends a stiff right hand out of instincts connecting with Jacks wrist knocking the sword from his grip. The mistake soon comes clear to Elrick as he screams out in pain for a moment before delivering a toe kick with enough force to cause Crackerjack to back up a bit. But Crackerjack is quick to close the gap as he presses himself forward grabbing hold of Elricks throat lifting him up into the air.

JH: Visions of Nell!

However, Elrick is ready to see her just yet as he kicks in the back of Crackerjacks leg with the back of his foot. In the same instant, Elrick twists his own body around wrapping his arm around the front of Crackerjacks neck pulling him down hard on the canvas with a slight modification of the last moment of his—

JH: Career Killer!

Yea, that’s it.

JH: What a counter!

Elrick stumbles up to his feet being smart and using his left arm for most of the work. It’s clear by the cuts that his right arm won’t be a burden for long after this match, but right now he remains wise in not using it. Instead he keeps it close to his body as he uses his left to grab Crackerjack in an attempt to bring him to his feet. He doesn’t get very far in his attempt, so he instead opts to just rolls Crackerjack out of the ring. This attempt seems to work as Crackerjack falls somewhat limply on the ground below. Elrick soon joins him cautious enough to roll out over his left side. Bringing Crackerjack up to his feet, Elrick finds his left arm not enough to keep the monster at bay as Jack slaps it away and again grabs hold of his throat. This time he doesn’t lift him up, instead he pulls him forward and begins running up the ramp.

JH: What the hell? That’s the longest Whipcrack we’ve seen.

Indeed it is as it goes all the way up the ramp, into the back drop by the giant stage set up, and rebounded as Crackerjack tosses Erick again off the stage and this time onto the massive dirt pile. Only the momentum is too much as Elrick goes beyond the hole and on the other side of the higher pile of dirt meant for the covering. Crackerjack then lets out a wild roar moments before…

CL: What the flying fuck?

Before Crackerjack can even spot what’s behind him, Adam Wilson cracks him with a steel chair across the back before shoving the monster onto the pile. The sudden change in position causes Crackerjack to lose balance and fall into the hole. Hype doesn’t remain behind for long as he turns and leaves.

JH: What was Hype doing here? Why did he just assault Crackerjack like that?

Elrick, none the wiser, crawls up on the mound and spots Jack down inside the hole. A little dazed, and seemingly not caring right now how it happened, Elrick pushes hard on the dirt with the left side of his body causing enough of it to fall and cover the masked behemoth.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell sounds as Michael takes hold of the mike once again.

MA: Here is your winner…ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLRICK!!!!!!!

Elrick doesn’t look like much of a winner as he continues to push more and more dirt making sure that his enemy is buried for good. It isn’t even clear that he’s heard the end announcement.

JH: What was Hype doing here? Why did he suddenly assault Crackerjack with no prior warning?

CL: And why are you asking me?

CM: And chances are we won’t be hearing from Hype about this for a little while.

JH: Well in any case, this was a great showing by both men and it seems that things between Crackerjack and Elrick have been settled.

CL: Looks as though Elrick is still trying to make sure of that.

CM: … … … … …

CL: His hand won’t fucking pop out of the ground so stop staring!

CM: Crud.
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MA: This next match is a Threeway dance, the winner becoming the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the Hellcat Championship!!

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.

MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....FROM ATLANTA GEORGIA....TEEEEEE-BIIIIIIRD!!

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.


The entrance turns a shade of blue as "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group begins to sound throughout the arena. Lara Toni bounds out of the gateway onto the stage and raises her arms above her head. The cheers soon turn to jeers as the crippled Orion Oldriod emerges behind her and he's followed by his bodyguard, Mal McPhee. Orion hobbles on his crutches alongside Lara on the stage before giving her the nod to continue down to the ring. Lara skips down the steps as Orion is carried down to the floor by McPhee.

MA: Making her way to the ring accompanied by 'The Oracle' Orion Oldriod and Malachy McPhee...LAAAARRRAAAAA TOOONNNIIIIIIIII!!!

Lara begins slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before she looks behind to see Orion shaking his head. She waves out to the fans before placing her cowboy hat on Orion's head and running to the ring. Lara slides in under the bottom rope and heads for the nearest turnbuckle, she leaps up onto the middle rope and raises her arms in the air. She applauds the fans as Orion looks up from ringside looking displeased. Lara performs the same combination on all four turnbuckles before stretching against the ropes in the preparation for the opening bell.

JH: Which only leaves one other woman...

CL: If you can call it a woman.


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, briefcase in hand, 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.

MA: Ladies and Gentlemen.... Accompanied by Paper Bag Man and Smarty Smark... introducing HEEEEEEMBRA MONSTRRRRRRUOOOOOO!!!!

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.[/i]

CM: My oh my, she's a big girl.

JH: You're telling me. Do you know she actually weighs the same as Nick Allen?

CL: It's not right. It's just not.

JH: Well regardless of whether it's right or not, Michaela Menendez is calling for the bell, this one's getting underway!!

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DING

DING!!!
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Monstruo wastes no time in clotheslining T-Bird straight to the mat, before stamping a rather hefty hole in her chest. Lara has used this time to climb the top rope, and as Hembra turns, launches herself at the hulking woman with a pin sharp missile dropkick. Unfortunately, however, The bigger woman simply grabs her by the calf and dumps her unceremoniously to the mat.

CM: Hembra's already destroying T-Bird and Lara. I'm pretty sure we all know what the outcome of this match is gonna be.

JH: Now, Chip. We've seen bigger upsets in FIW rings over the years, no-one knows what's gonna happen.

CL: Yeah, especially in these horrorcore rules.

JH: Hembra now, hoisting T-Bird to her feet by her hair...

CM: She's a dead woman.

JH: Good god, look how easily she lifted T-Bird into that military press!!

Indeed, the monstrous Hellcat is now slowly walking around the ring, T-Bird high above her head. She eyes up the fallen body of Lara Toni, and with a sickening smile, press slams T-Bird into her fallen competitor.

CL: For the love of Zeus! Check out that mangled pile of women in the ring!

CM: I've paid money in hotel rooms for less erotic stuff than this.

Smark vanished under the ring while this was going on; he now returns to ringside with a rather long length of 2x4.

CM: YES! This is where it starts to get interesting!

Smarty throws the piece of wood into the ring, chuckling like a moron. The big woman picks up the wood, but as she turns is shaken by the joint efforts of Lara and T-bird driving their shoulders into her chest. All this succeeds in doing is angering her though, and Lara takes a huge kick to the gut, which folds her in half on the mat, before making a big ol' dent in T's face with the 2x4. In the same motion, Hembra drives the wood into Toni's spine once, twice, three times, before stomping viciously on her head. Orion is particularly vocal in his disapproval of this action, but after all, this is horrorcore, and it's all perfectly legal. Monstruo now stands in the centre of the ring, roaring ferociously. She snaps the 2x4 over one knee, and proceeds to stalk her two opponents with murder in her eyes.

JH: She just broke that 2x4 in half!

CM: I have never seen a scarier woman in my life. But at the same time, I've never wanted a woman more.

Monstruo is now stood inbetween her two opppnents, a piece of wood in each hand. As Lara charges at her from one direction, she takes a 2x4 to the throat, and T-bird is once again annihalated with a devastating shot to the head. This time, however, Lara is quickly back to her feet, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Sprinting towards Hembra she launches a Flying Forearm, only to be caught up in her giant arms. Toni responds with a frenzied flailing of her arms, striking whatever she can connect with. This seems to have little effect, however, and the only thing that saves her from a through squishing is T-bird striking The monster round the back of the head with a piece of 2x4, which achieves nothing more than further enraging Hembra. Toni is forgotten about, dropped messily to the floor, as the South American Juggernaut paces toward T-bird. The smaller competitor is shoved into the corner, where she is decimated by relentless shots to the stomach, eventually reaching the point where she doesn't even have the energy to cry out in pain or react. A headbutt is the coup de grace, and T-bird simply crumples to the floor. Not content with the punishment the woman has so far recieved, Hembra uses the top ropes to aid her in a few vicious double footed stomps to the lower spine of T-bird.

CL: I'm not sure whether Monstruo cares about winning. She's got a perfect pinning situation here, but she simply isn't taking it!

CM: That's what Hembra's all about - decimation.

JH: Oh god, I think it Lara's turn for some more punishment.

Monstruo pulls Lara to her feet by her hair, and whips her into the ropes. Somehow, Lara manages to connect with a brutal dropkick to the face, which shakes Hembra. A Shawn Michaels-esque superkick unsettles her a little more, and an enziguri sends her stumbling towards the ropes.

Lara is still face down on the floor, the exertion of that chain of moves required was too much for her battered frame. As a result of this, she doesn't see Orion mounting the apron and pulling the top rope down, and she doesn't see Hembra collapse onto the arena floor, landing awkwardly on the back of her neck as she does so.


CM: Ouch~!! I think Hembra's out cold!

JH: It certainly does look that way. She had this match in the bag, and Oldriod may well have put a stop to that!

Dragging herself to her feet, Lara looks around the ring in disbelief. Where the hell has Monstruo gone? Frankly, she doesn't care a jot as long as the two aren't in the ring together, so she turns her attention to T-Bird, who, once again, has just managed to get back to her feet, but is clutching her ribs in rather serious agony. Toni connects with a headscissor takedown followed by an arm drag or two, which leaves the two exhausted opponents face to face in the ring. T-bird strikes out, and Lara ducks, Responding with a low spinning kick. This too, is evaded, as T bird steps over the leg. Lara is the first to regain her balance, however, and after a toe kick, Drives T's jaw into her shoulder.

JH: INSTANT CLASSIC!!! THIS ONE'S OVER!! LARA'S GOT THE PIN!!

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!![/align]

MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! YOUR WINNER, AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE HELLCAT CHAMPIONSHIP, LAAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAA...TONIIIIIIII!!!

Orion climbs into the ring, applauding his protege's win. Toni mounts the turnbuckles, fists in the air. 'Frankenstein' fills the arena once again, and the crowd goes suitably apeshit. All the noise and commotion, however, seem to stir Hembra, and clutching her neck, she unsteadily climbs to her feet. Seeing Lara in the ring, she scrambles onto the apron, giving Lara and Orion the perfect cue to leave. The two hop quickly out of the ring and quickly vanish backstage, leaving Hembra and T in the ring.

Sensing his client's rage, Smark opens his briefcase, and tosses the contents into the ring, namely a foot long lenght of chain and a pair of scissors. Picking the chain up first, Monstruo whips the skin off of T-birds back, before wrapping her fist with it, and dropping some sickening punches to her head.

As she lies on the floor, T-bird catches sight of the scissors, and her arm darts out to grab them. That plan is cut short when Hembra simply steps on the woman's hand, and puts as much weight on the wrist as possible as she bends to pick them up with one hand, before gripping T-bird round the neck, lifting her to the upright position, then raising her into the air, before tossing her into the turnbuckles.


CM: Here it comes...

Sure enough, Hembra charges into T-bird, driving the scissors into her forehead. A thin spurt of blood flies through the air, before Monstruo unleashes another barrage of scissor shots to the face, and dumps T to the outside.

As Smark yells instructions, Monstruo follows T out of the ring, picking up the bloodied, vulnerable woman into a standing headscissors, and raising her up into powerbomb position.

But she doesn't simply get driven into the arena floor. Oooh no.

At the last second, Hembra turns, and throws T-bird into the crowd at ringside, scattering bodies and seats all over the place.


CL: What in Athena's name is going on!?

JH: I think it's safe to say this fued is far from over, Conse!

CM: I certainly fucking hope so, Hitchen.

As Hembra stands in the ring center growling, Smarty applauds her from the apron, to a sea of boos from the crowd in the arena, and the scene fades to black.

Life in the fast lane.
The scene cuts backstage at the Tokyo Dome to a main corridor, where an interview area has been constructed. A number of anvil cases line the wall, supporting a large television bearing the FIW logo. Stood directly in front of the screen is Jeff Noon, wearing a green polo shirt and denim jeans. And in his hand is the infamous backstage microphone. Looking off-screen, Jeff appears to be listening intently, then nods to someone out of sight before focusing on the camera directly in front of him.

Jeff: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome.. Ash Koopa."

And on that note, Ash Koopa walks into the shot, applauding his own arrival. Looking ready to compete, Ash stands to the left of Jeff wearing his ring gear and a black t-shirt promoting Shaun Wilson. With a smug grin on his face, Ash wraps his left arm around Jeff and rocks him back and forth. As Jeff looks to get comfortable, Ash jabs him in the stomach with his right hand, before snatching the microphone away.

Ash: "Let me break it down to you all. Three things are going to happen tonight. Firstly, that bell is going to sound. Secondly, someone is going to erect a ladder. And thirdly, I'm going to grab the Flycore Championship and win the match."

Pausing, Ash looks to his left as Jeff slowly drops to his knees in pain. Shaking his head in pity, Ash puts his attention back on the camera and flashes a smile.

Ash: "Well, seeing as Jeff Midnight is down, allow me to conduct the next interview. In just a few seconds, I'll be talking to the man who faces an incredible challenge as he defends his Flycore Championship in an eight-man ladder match, featuring myself, Nightmare, Jay Bain, Nick Allen, Colbert Tottington, Drake Love and The Majesty. And possibly Chris Love; I haven't quite worked that one out yet myself. Plus anyone else willing to throw their name in the hat. I am, of course, talking about Shaun Wilson.."

With that, Ash motions off-screen and waits patiently for Shaun to appear. Despite the fact that Shaun is nowhere to be seen, Ash puts his right arm out and seemingly puts it around the shoulders of an imaginary person.

Ash: "Nice to have you here, Shaun. How are you doing tonight? Got any butterflies before the big match?"

Turning his attention from the invisible person, Ash lowers the microphone down to the image of Shaun Wilson on his t-shirt. Waiting a few seconds, Ash's face goes from a friendly expression to one of anger. He quickly brings the microphone back up to his own mouth and sighs, before smirking at the camera and continuing.

Ash: "I know you've been quiet for a couple of weeks now, Shaun, but you're on worldwide pay-per-view right now and the people want to hear what you have to say. We may be opponents, but that's no reason to ignore me. How about a different question? Do you feel confident about the match? What do you think your chances of winning the match are?"

Again, Ash lowers the microphone to the picture of Shaun, only to quickly raise it back to his own mouth.

Ash: "Sorry, too slow that time. Besides, we all know the answer. You've got no chance, that's what you've got. No chance in Hell, Shaun. And neither have any of the other people involved in this match. I'm here to make a big impact and even bigger memories. And it all starts tonight with seven broken bodies and the Flycore Championship."

Lowering the microphone, Ash motions to his waist where a Championship could very well be in the future. As Jeff struggles back to his feet, Ash aggressively pulls off the Shaun Wilson t-shirt and stares at it in his hands. He looks to Jeff, then to the t-shirt, before holding the microphone up again.

Ash: "Here, Jeff, have a gift."

Before the interviewer can react, Ash drops the microphone and sets about forcing the t-shirt over Jeff's head. With Shaun Wilson's image covering Jeff's face, the interviewer staggers blindly as he wrestles with the t-shirt, trying to free himself from Ash's grip. Suddenly, Ash lets go of Jeff and takes a step back, before kicking him in the face and knocking Jeff to the floor in a heap. The camera pans down, showing Jeff laid out on the floor with the t-shirt still over his head; the image of Shaun covering Jeff's face. At the top of the screen, Ash's feet can be seen walking away from the interview area, prompting the scene to fade out.
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MA: LAY-DEEEEEZ AND GENTLEMEN!!! This match is a two out of three falls, with the winners officially becoming the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS for the tag team championship!

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

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

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

I'm waiting, I'm waiting... Turn out the lights…
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As the duo make their way to the ring with their advisor, Steve walks forward with a determined pace, his breathing steadily increasing. Felix bounces like a kid with two much sugar, strutting to the music, pursing his lips and rubbing his nipples.

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

As they arrive at the ring, Felix hops on to the apron and raises the ropes for Steve like a wrestler would do for his valet. Steve ignores this and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The leader of the Rejects staying at the ringside area and pacing around it, his eyes and smile focusing on his charges inside the ring.

[align=center]Tonight
I am the drug you can't deny!
Tonight
G.A.B.E. gonnna get you high!
My light is electric!
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Both men wait in the ring as their poppy rock theme fades out, Steve folding his arms and cracking his neck as Felix continues to work the crowd, shaking the ropes and dancing back and forth.

[align=center]Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey!
My light is electric, yeah…
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The super-funky ZZ Top-covered riff which, in the hands of Jun Kimura still sounds awesome, strikes up heralding the arrival of FIW's very own "Sharp Dressed Man" as the lights dim to allow spotlights to shine on the entrance cage, which as we speak is filling up with dry ice smoke.

[align=center]Clean shirt, New shoes,
And I don't know where I am going to.
Silk suit, Black tie,
I don't need a reason why-y-y-y!

They come runnin' just as fast as they can...
'Cause Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man!
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The chorus ends, with three blasts of pyro in time with those last three words, clearing the smoke away to reveal a young man wondering what kind of hell the CO [size0]2 has played with his bleached blond hair, and he stops at the top for the ramp to fix his quiff with a comb he already had in his hands. Eventually, he's satisfied with the results and he struts towards the ring, flicking the [autographed, obviously,] comb into the front row but before he can scale the ring steps, he orders one of the ring attendants to go up first to hold the ropes open for him. A small argument ensues, but eventually the ring attendant relents and lets him through. Once in the ring, Blondie stretches in his corner, looking for his partner, a little worried.

MA: LADIES AND GETLEMEN... Introducing....Uh...

Glances are exchanged between Blond and the match official Mark Jackson, the look in the competitor's eyes a slightly concerned one. He has absolutely no idea where Daisuke is and says so.

MA: INTRODUCING, A member of the Tanaka Zaibatsu... Misterrrrrrrrr Blond!!!

JH: Well well well... Looks like this could turn into a two on one match.

CL: Which will not go well for Blond. I can't wait.

After a few more confused seconds, the bell rings, and the match begins,

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

Patterson and Blond square up in the ring together, walking in slow circles around each other, waiting for the other to flinch, waiting for the other to make a move. The two then launch into a collar and elbow tie up, which results in Blond taking a couple of swift boots to the gut and ending up on the recieving end of a hammerlock, which quickly is converted into an atomic drop. Blond drops out of the ring, eager to start the match again in a more positive way (for him, at least). As he walks around the arena floor, trying to shake the cobwebs away, we see him stop, looking at a member of the audience. This particular fan is wearing a bright red Hulkamania baseball cap, a mid-eighties style giant foam finger, and oddly enough, a pair of wrestling tights and a white Hakama. Understandably, Blond is a wee bit angry about being left out on his own, but Daisuke seemingy ignores him as he gives the hat and finger to the person sat next to him and hops the barrier, before taking his place on the ring apron.

JH: How did Daisuke get into the crowd area and sit there without anybody noticing?

CM: Well duh, he is a ninja.

JH: I think Extreme Ninja #2 would have something to say about that.

CM: Yeah, but who cares about him?

By now, Blond and Patterson have tied up again, this time resulting in Blond bodyslamming Steve, before rebouding off the ropes into a quick elbow drop. Unfazed, Patterson climbs back to his feet and charges in with a dropkick to Blond's knee. The shot doesn't quite connect properly, and although Blond is knocked off balance, he doesn't fall. This gives him chance to prepare for Patterson charging in with the same move again to leg drop him as he slides underneath. Blond then tags in Daisuke, Who quickly grips Patterson up into a chickenwing armlock. This doesn't last however, as Felix throws himself straight at the grounded pair with a clubbing double axe handle across Daisuke's back, forcing him to relinquish the hold. By the time Daisuke has turned round, Felix is back in his corner and Patterson is back to his feet, just about to tag Arroyo in.

The tag is made, and Arroyo bounds over the top rope, both feet crashing into The Crow's chest in a deadly accurate dropkick. Daisuke stumbles backwards, before hitting the floor quite hard, in the sitting position. Before he has chance to recuperate, Felix is all over him, firing stiff, Ken Shamrock style kicks at the torso of the Zaibatsu leader. With Daisuke stunned, Felix takes a second or two to pose for the crowd, before charging in for another kick.

And before he knows it, Tanaka has rolled him up into some sort of ridiculous cradle, and is holding his shoulders to the mat.


[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!![/align]


CL: You've gotta be so careful with Tanaka. He can turn you inside out and pin you from just about any angle he likes, and do it damned quickly, too.

JH: Yeah. That's if he's not too busy attacking people with needles.

CM: Which is really fucking cool. He nearly took out Extreme Ninja with them the other week.

JH: Yeah, and he had to have Medical Attention to make sure he'd be able to breathe and eat, you callous man.

CM: C'mon, admit it Hitchen. It was good. Wasn't it, Loire?

CL: I like to think I'm above the childish arguments that you two have. No comment.

CM: Oh, don't be such a queer Cons... WHAT A KICK BY DAISUKE!

Indeed, while our announce team have been arguing, Daisuke has been preparing to remove the top half of Arroyo's head with his foot, and has just made contact with Felix's jaw.

Felix crumples back into his own corner, where Patterson makes a blind tag. Slipping easily through the middle and top rope he swings a wild lariat towards Daisuke, who ducks the move, then hits the floor, forcing Patterson to step over him. Daisuke then drops the head for a back body drop on the next pass, but does it just early enough for Steve to roll over the Jap's back, rebound off the ropes again, and bulldog Daisuke into the mat. With the momentum he has built up, Steve lands on his feet, and springboards off the second rope back towards the fallen Tanaka with a beautifully executed Lionsault type maneouver...And lands chest first on Daisuke's raised knees, before bouncing off and clinging his ribs.

Blond then gets tagged in, and after brutally dispatching Arroyo from the apron with a knee to the gut, locks in a ground headlock. As the ref checks on the crumpled mess that is Felix on the outside, Blondie has slipped a comb out of his shin guard, and is raking it across the eyes of the stricken Patterson. This is soon stopped, however, as Jackson turns his attention back to the in-ring action, and Blond quietly slides the comb out of the ring, before letting go of Patterson.

Blond is clearly starting to get cocky as he raises Steve to his feet, and certainly isn't expecting the devastating right hand uppercut that Patterson connects with, and any train of thought he may have had is disrailed as his head bounces off the SEX's corner turnbuckle for a full ten count. Patterson tags Arroyo in, but not before he has sprung onto the top turnbuckle, legs bent, ready to fly. Felix sets up the German suplex, Steve launches himself from the corner feet first... connecting with...


CL: HAPPY ENDIIIIINGAAAAAAURGH!

CM: Jesus, that was big. Here comes the first pinfall of the match.

As Predicted, Felix covers Blond while Patterson keeps the approaching Tanaka at bay.

[align=center]ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING!!
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JH: So, that's one to Steve and Felix. Don't forget ladies and gents, it's two out of three falls tonight, so after a brief thirty second respite, the bout will continue!

CL: They shouldn't have a thirty second break, the pussies.

JH: Really? Tell us about tell us about your in-ring experience, Chip.

CL: Children, stop it. We're just about to restart, and Daisuke and Steve are staring daggers at each other.

As Jackson waves for the restart, Daisuke fires a lightning high kick straight at Steve, who just about has enough about him to move his head out of the way in time, before gripping the leg and tripping Daisuke. Patterson retains his grip on Tanaka's ankle, and then takes the liberty of stomping his competitor's thigh into mush. Patterson turns to listen to a screaming Arroyo, telling him to end it there and then, and as a result leaves himself vulnerable for just long enough for Daisuke to drop toe hold Patterson to the mat, his face bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle on the way. Enraged, Felix charges into the ring, straight for Daisuke. The Crow simply brushes past Arroyo, who tumbles out of the ring, due to Blond holding the top rope down. As Blond proceeds to drop off the apron and land a series of kneedrops to Felix, Daisuke is left alone in the ring with the prone Patterson. Tanaka drags the man to the center of the ring, and after a couple of cursory blows, locks in a chickenwing facelock.

Patterson's screams distract Blond and Arroyo for a second on the outside, before they continue brawling around the ring. Arroyo stuns Blond with a mighty series of rights and lefts, before Blondie delivers a kick to Felix's midsection, and drives another concealed comb into Arroyo's eyes.

Jackson hasn't noticed the action going on outside the ring however, as he is far too busy both checking on Patterson's condition and marvelling at how the athlete can fight the pain and push himself toward the ropes. Patterson continues to edge forward, inch by inch, regardless of how much Tanaka pulls back and shifts his weight. Patterson is clutching at straws, but yet again, he pulls himself closer to the ropes, almost within reach...

...Before a grinning Mr. Blond grabs him by the leg, and pulls both Patterson and Daisuke back to the center of the ring. Clearly absolutely beat, Patterson sadly taps, signalling the second fall of the match.


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

JH: Quite a quick fall there for the Zaibatsu, making this one even. This is now back to a normal match, folks.

CM: Yeah, except all four of those guys are physically annihilated.

JH: Hence the thirty second rest period.

CM: Oh, shut up.

JH: No. Blond and Felix about to get this match going again. It's been so close so far I don't even want to try and predict who's going to take the victory here.

CM: Just so long as those pesky japs stop with all the submissions. I mean, Jesus. If I wanted to watch men writhe about on the floor and look uncomfortable while they contort their bodies into all manner of inhuman shapes, I could have just gone round to yours, Hitchen.

JH: After the last time you came round to mine Chip, the Police recieve a silent alarm if you even come within a hundred yards of my front door.

Blond and Felix lock up in the center of the ring, and after a high knee, Blond decides to take advantage of the drubbing he gave Felix outside and rolls his opponent into some exotic cradle.

[align=center]ONE!

FELIX ROLLS THROUGH!!


ONE!!


TWO!!


BLONDIE ROLLS OVER, AND GETS HIS FEET ON THE ROPE!!



ONE!



TWO!!!



THR-NOOOOOOO!! ONIKAGE MAKES THE SAVE FROM THE OUTSIDE!![/align]


JH: That was nearly the end of the match at least three times! It's a shame to see Blond having to resort to underhand tactics like feet on the ropes, but good god, it makes for a good match!

CM: I like Blond better when he's hitting people with combs and rolls of quarters.

CL: I like you better when you're silent. Now call the match.

Blond and Felix are now both to their feet, and a typical Japanese round of applause is just dying out.

Arroyo charges in with a chain of gut shots, which force Blond into a corner. After driving his shoulder into Blond a couple of times, Felix hoists him onto the top rope, before climbing up and preparing to Superplex Blond to the mat. In fact, he gets as far as standing on the top turnbuckle and lifting Blond before Daisuke has other ideas, and shakes the ropes. Arroyo loses his footing, and more importantly, loses his grip on Blond, who comes crashing down, knee first, on Felix's elbow. Immediately, Arroyo grips his arm, showing just how much pain he is in. When Blond stands and manages to contemplate what has happened, he immediately sets about working on Arroyo's bad arm, starting with wrapping it around the ring post, and after climbing back into the ring, indulges in a couple of double foot stomps and measured knees.

Daisuke is now calling out to Blond, obviously giving him commands in some kind of sign language. He is tapping his shoulder, then performing a 'cut throat' action.


JH: Daisuke Telling Blond to end it! Lets see what happens!

Blondie grins at his associate, then slaps a modified armlock onto Felix, bending his bad arm backwards over his knee.

Arroyo wails in pain, and before Patterson can even set a foot in the ring, he is using his good arm to tap frantically.


[align=center]DING!!

DING!!!

DING!!![/align]


But Blond hasn't had enough. He refuses to relinquish the hold, if anything pulling even harder. Patterson attempts to stop the decimation of his partner, but gets a face full of mist off Daisuke for his trouble, dropping him to the mat. Blond continues to stretch Felix's arm on his knee as Daisuke looks on, a hint of pride in his eye. As the crowd boo and jeer the winners of the match, EMTs and Security begin to flood from the back, charging down the ramp. However, as they reach the bottom of the ramp, The giant Lazaro steps in front of them, his hand raised. The staff slow down, eventually stopping, held back by Lazaro and a couple of others.

JH: What the hell is Lazaro doing!?

CM: Well, Steve and Felix are Rejects... obviously they've been, well, rejected.

CL: That was terrible.

CM: I don't see you coming up with any material, Loire, so you can shut up.

JH: Onikage can do nothing but stand and watch his two charges being destroyed, he's not a contracted employee. This must be killing him.

Just then, an almighty SNAP can be heard, and Felix steps up his screaming, both in pitch and volume. Sated, Blond lets go of the fallen combatant, and as 'Sharp Dressed Man' begins to pulse through the arena, the Tanaka Zaibatsu make their way backstage.

Meanwhile, Felix is trying to stand, but has found that his arm will not support his weight at all.


CM: Blond's broken Arroyo's arm! The sick little fucker has snapped a bone! Sweet!

JH: Those two men have absolutely no morals whatsoever. It's disgusting.

CM: So's your aftershave, but we don't complain, do we?

As Onikage tries to rally his men, the scene fades to black, the FIW logo shimmering over it.
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JH: Up next, ladies and gentleman, we’ve got a dangerous situation and not just because of the match type.

CM: Extreme Ninja #2 better get ready to kiss his Fighting Spirit Championship goodbye.

CL: Are you kidding me? He’s worse than Xtreme Kitten and Jaime Lee when it comes to sneaking away with his championship. He’ll have it long after Jaime loses the Hellcat Title, mark my words.

JH: Oh, give me a break! Ninja doesn’t sneak away with his title, and neither does Jaime for that match! I was referring to the fact that the tension involved in this twisted triangle is getting more combustible by the day.

CM: Well if Ninja would stop using Jaime as a shield to protect himself from the Hype.

JH: Ninja has never done any such thing.

MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Fans Bring The Weapons match to determine the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship! Now in this match falls do count anywhere.

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

With the smoke settling, The Hype starts to strut down the aisle, blowing off jeering fans left and right. Instead of heading into the ring, though, the Hype takes a quick trip around the ring, slapping the hands of his friends at ringside (if you read the RP then you’d know who they are) who give him a thumbs up. A quick dash and the Hype 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.

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

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

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


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

MA: And the champion: hailing from Detroit, Michigan, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds… he is the Fighting Spirit Champion-- EXTREME NIIINNJAAA!!! NUMBER TTTWWOOOOOOOO!!!!

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

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

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

J.J. takes the Fighting Spirit Championship from Ninja, showing it to the Hype before raising it above high for everyone in attendance to see what both men are fighting for. J.J. passes the title off to Michael Anderson and calls both Adam and Ninja into the center of the ring where he begins to run down the rules for this match. Both men nod their heads accordingly, Ninja more than Adam but he nods along nonetheless. Eventually J.J. sends both men to their corners and calls for the bell.

DING-DING!

Adam come barreling out of the corner at the sound of the bell, but Ninja is ready and throws a clothesline right at Adam’s throat… except Adam was ready for that as well. The Hype ducks right under Ninja’s clothesline and pokes him in the eye the second he spins around! Hype follows up by blatantly KICKING NINJA BETWEEN THE LEGS!

JH: Oh come on! That’s just plain--

CM: Plain what? Plain legal!

CL: Can’t argue that it is legal.

Adam grins at his handiwork, grabbing Ninja by the mask and locking in a side headlock. The Hype punches away at Ninja’s noggin, ending it by giving the masked man a good old fashioned noogie! Ninja doesn’t even have to time to get infuriated by such antics (nor does he have time to tend to his “injuries”) thanks to Adam grabbing Ninja by the mask and dragging him onto the back of his head! The Hype drops down onto Ninja, laying into him with hand right hands to the face.

JH: Adam certainly is wasting little time in taking over this contest.

CM: Brilliant strategy by the Hype. Ninja didn’t even know what hit him.

Adam rolls off Ninja, rolling completely from the ring. The fans at ringside go crazy, offering their weapons up to the Hype. He strolls along the fans, grabbing various items and tossing them into the ring before looking for more. A trash can lid, a cookie sheet, 2x4 and a bag of goodies are among the toys Adam sends into the ring. Oh, and one particular fan is waving around a kendo stick, eager to give it to the Great White Hype. Adam eyes the particular weapon, rips out of the fan’s hand and BREAKS IT OVER HIS KNEE! Hype throws the two pieces to the floor and saunters over to his friends, calling for whatever special present they brought for him.

CL: Adam Wilson is bringing the weapons into this match. I can’t wait to see who bleeds first.

CM: Would you even be able to notice if Ninja bled?

Adam doesn’t even get the chance to get whatever it is his friends brought him for this match due to Ninja making his way from the ring. Ninja spins Adam around and blasts him with a hard forearm. A European uppercut throws Adam up against the audience barricade and leaves him wide open for the open handed slap to the chest from Ninja!

JH: Ninja’s now bringing it right back to Adam here at ringside.

CM: Adam wasn’t even done collecting weapons yet!

JH: Wait a minute. Who’s that now?

CL: Do you even have to ask? I was wondering how soon we’d see her out here.

JH: Jaime Lee, the Hellcat Division Champion making her way to ringside with a more than interested look on her face.

More than interested isn’t the only look on Jaime’s face. The hellcat champion looks almost like she doesn’t want to be out here but can’t keep herself in the back anymore. Ninja grabs a metal sign from a nearby fan and raises it above his head… and that’s when he notices Jaime. Thanks to the fact Jaime gets herself closer to the action, pleading with Ninja not to use the weapon. Ninja’s charge of adrenaline seems to deflate at Jaime’s request and the sign ends up on the floor… and leaves Ninja up to a kick to the gut from Adam! He immediately slams Ninja’s face off the apron and tosses him back into the ring, offering a grin in Jaime’s direction only to get a cringe of disappointment from the hellcat.

CM: Look at that! Jaime and Adam, on the same page! Aren’t they so cute together?

JH: I highly doubt Jaime was providing a distraction for Adam.

CM: Then how do you explain what we just saw?

JH: There’s a lot between Jaime and Adam that I don’t think even Jaime can piece together. But I know for a fact she wouldn’t betray Ninja for Adam.

Adam rolls back into the ring, stomping down on Ninja before scooping up the beer he plucked from the crowd earlier. The Hype twists the top off and tosses the cap away before taking a swig of the alcoholic beverage as Ninja pushes himself back up to his feet… or at least that was his intent before Adam SMASHES THE BEER BOTTLE RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD!

JH: Good God! A beer bottle smashed right over Ninja’s head.

CM: That’s not going to do him any favors in this match.

CL: Glass cuts. Cuts lead to bleeding. Rip that bastard’s mask off!

Instead, Adam drops to the canvas, covering Ninja with a lateral press.


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


NINJA KICKS OUT!
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Adam hops over into a mounted position once again, pummeling Ninja in the face with right hands before dragging him up to a standing position. The challenger whips the champion into the turnbuckle and rushes in MISSING A STINGER SPLASH AS NINJA DIVES ASIDE! The FSC leaps onto his challenger’s shoulders, falling back and DRIVING ADAM’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A REVERSE HURRICANRANA!

JH: Impressive hurracanrana from Ninja and the champ might be back into this thing.

CM: He cheated! You can’t… um… avoid Adam’s… moves. Yeah!

CL: That logic makes absolutely no sense.

Ninja scoops up his sign from the apron and scribbles on it real quick before hold it up so everyone can read that he’s planning to “Bust a move!” Ninja indeed does just that, getting a rise from the crowd as he dances towards Adam and then performs a standing star flip DROPPING HIS LEG ACROSS THE BACK OF ADAM’S NECK! Ninja immediately rolls him over to his back and makes the cover!


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!



ADAM KICKS OUT!!
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JH: How did Adam kick out of that?!

CM: I’m supposed to respect a Fighting Spirit Champion that dances in his matches? What the hell?

JH: You can’t respect that but you can respect Adam Wilson?

Ninja makes his way across the ring, grabbing up the trash can lid that Adam tossed in earlier… hesitating when he spots Jaime at ringside. The pleading look in her eyes freezes Ninja in the middle of his weapon collection and he shakes his head before dropping it back to the canvas. Ninja, now weaponless, returns his attention to Adam, pulling him up off the canvas and pushes him back into the turnbuckle. Ninja climbs up to the second turnbuckle, immediately laying into the Hype with right hands. It’s so much fun the fans count along!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


And we end there when Adam grabs the back of Ninja’s shirt and DRAGS HIM DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS NECK WITH AN AWKWARD POWERBOMB! Adam drops down onto Ninja, pressing his shoulders into the canvas and throwing his legs up onto the ropes as J.J. dives into the count!

JH: Adam counters with a powerbomb and FEET ON THE ROPES!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!!





NOOO!! J.J. NOTICES ADAM’S FEET AT THE LAST MINUTE!
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Adam growls out in aggravation over getting caught red-handed but doesn’t allow it to disrupt his regained control. He throws Ninja back into the corner and proceeds beat him down to the canvas, reducing the champ to what one might describe a slobbering mess (assuming we could see Ninja’s mouth). Adam takes a job around the ring, scooping up the cookie sheet in the process. He winks at Jaime, who half-climbs on the apron and now pleads with him but to no avail, Adam continues his job, tossing the cookie sheet into Ninja’s face just seconds before he DROPKICKS IT INTO NINJA’S FACE!

CM: Haha! He’s a Sole Man, Jonathan!

JH: Interesting use of a cookie sheet. I couldn’t help but notice Adam ignore Jaime’s pleas not to use a weapon on Ninja.

CM: Why should he?

JH: Maybe because Ninja has yet to bring a single weapon into this contest.

Adam drags Ninja out of the corner and once again goes for a cover, this time hooking the leg and driving his forearm into Ninja’s masked face.


[align=center]ONE!



TWO!!




THREE!!!




NO! NINJA KICKS OUT!
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Adam yells out in frustration and rolls out of the ring. Ninja rolls over to his stomach and crawls to the ropes, doing his best to regain himself in the brief moment Adam isn’t raining down on him. Adam goes back over to his buddies, demanding to have whatever it is they brought for him. And it just so happens to be…

CL: Fuck yes!

JH: A barbed wire 2x4? You have to be kidding me!

CM: It’s fans bring the weapons!

JH: Adam’s friends brought this particular weapon.

CM: It’s still legal.

Adam rolls back into the ring, holding the barbed wire 2x4 up high for all to see… and for Jaime to get in the way. She pleads with her ex-boyfriend to put the weapon away, even trying to take it out of his grasp. Adam jerks back, glancing hesitantly at the weapon in his hand.

CL: Someone get that crazy bitch out of there!

JH: It looks Jaime doesn’t want Adam to use that on Ninja. And Adam actually looks like he’s caught in some internal struggle over what to do.

Indeed Adam looks to be questioning whether or not he can use the weapon with Jaime right there begging him not to use it. Adam clenches his fist and raises the 2x4 up above his head… only to let it drop to the canvas. He grits his teeth and talks a walk around the ring, seemingly beating himself up over the fact that he let Jaime talk him out of using his choice of weapon.

JH: I can’t believe it. Jaime actually got through to Adam Wilson? She stopped him from using that barbed wire on her best friend.

CM: That’s not fair! It’s a match! She can’t play favorites.

JH: Jaime has prevented Ninja from using any weapons on Adam here tonight.

CL: She’s ruining this match for me!

Adam turns his attention back to Jaime, saying something that prevents the hellcat from leaving the ring. Jaime starts to respond but her eyes widen just before Adam drops to the canvas! Thanks to Ninja STOMPING THE TRASHCAN LID ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!

JH: GOOD GOD! A SPRINGBOARD SHINING STOMP FROM NINJA! Can you believe the height he got?!

CM: And with a trash can lid! Adam is seeing stars!

Ninja quickly pushes Adam onto his back and makes the cover, hooking both of Adam’s legs as Jaime watches in stunned disbelief.



[align=center]ONE!




TWO!!!




THREE!!!!!
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MA: Here is your winner and STILL FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMPION… EXTREME NINJA NUMBER TTWWWOOOOOO!!!!

JH: He did it! Ninja did it!

CL: And not a single one of them bled! This was cheap!

CM: Well, Jaime prevented almost all the hardcore action. Although, that beer bottle over Ninja’s head might’ve done more damage than we can see.

“The Champ Is Here” reprises over the speakers as Ninja is awarded his Fighting Spirit Championship. The second ninja of the extreme slowly climbs to his feet, clutching the championship to his chest before turning his attention towards Jaime. The look he receives from the hellcat is far from a look of celebration. She actually eyes her BFF with a look of doubt and intimidation(?). She eases her way past him, Ninja holding a hand out questioningly as Jaime drops to her knees and checks on Adam.

JH: What the heck? Jaime checking on Adam Wilson now.

CM: I think the bigger story is the look she’s giving Ninja! I think she can’t believe he attacked Adam from behind and with a weapon!

JH: After all the times Adam’s attacked people from behind and--

CM: Two wrong’s don’t make a right, Jonathan! Stop making excuses.

Adam slowly comes to, blinking his eyes repeatedly to find Jaime hovering over him. Adam reaches up, taking Jaime’s face in his hand as the two stare at one another for a moment. That is, until Ninja comes over and has his say. It would seem he’s trying to explain himself to Jaime? Or maybe find out just what the problem is? Either way, his arrival interrupts whatever the hell was happening between Jaime and Adam. The Hype fully comes to and pushes Jaime back in the process of rolling from the ring.

CM: Ninja definitely doesn’t look happy. Ask me how I can tell even though he’s wearing a mask.

JH: We all can read body language to some degree, Chip.

CL: Oh yeah? Then why don’t you tell us what the fuck was going on between Jaime and Adam right there, huh?

JH: I wonder if even Jaime or Adam know what’s going on between Jaime and Adam anymore.

Jaime gets back to her feet, her eyes more focused on Adam’s departure instead of her BFF pleading his case or finding out what he needs to plead. We’re not really sure where Ninja stands in this but we know he read Jaime’s expression just as well as any of us. And he didn’t like getting it from Jaime. On the outside of the ring, Adam backs up towards the stage, a hand on the back of his cranium as he points warningly up at Ninja and promises that it isn’t over.
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MA: Ladies and gentlemen, Nensai Senjou 2008 continues with an EIGHT WAY LADDER MATCH for the FIW FLLLLYCORE CHAMPIONSHIP, where the only way to win is to ascend the ladder and retrieve the FIW Flycore title! Introducing the competitors, they are Ash Koopa, Sir Colbert Tottington, representing the Rejects, 100% Jay Bain, “The Majesty” Cole Summons, Nick “The Firm” Allen, “The Mile High Madman” Drake Love, the FIW Flycore Champion, SHAUUUN WILSON, of the Tanaka Zaibatsu, and lastly representing the Revolution, NIGHTMARE!

The PA system comes to life with the opening sounds of "Ironside" by Quincy Jones and the arena lights begin to flash yellow in sequence with the sirens. As the trumpet finishes, two golden pyros launch upward and explode above the stage, giving way to Duran Duran's "A View To A Kill" as the lyrics begin. After a few seconds, Ash emerges from the gateway with his hands on his hips and observes the fans in attendance, before cracking a smile and making his way down the steps. Heading along the aisle, Ash points at and mocks the fans in the first few rows, before turning his attention to the ring.
Upon reaching the ringside area, Ash quickly makes his way up the steps, then scales the turnbuckles from the apron. Standing on the middle rope, Ash looks around at the fans with a smirk and his arms outstretched, motioning for a reaction from the crowd. He then steps onto the top turnbuckle and jumps down to the apron, before running across the ring and rebounding off the far ropes. Ash comes to a stop in the middle of the ring and peels off his jacket, handing it to the referee, then begins stretching as he waits for the match to start.

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

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


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

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


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


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

[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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A lifeless silhouette of Coles body appears on the big screen, the only object resembling darkness as the stadium is transformed into a light field by a host of blinding flood lights situated at multiple points around the arena. The rasping of percussion leads us into DeLong’s sonic guitar riffs in this edited version of Secret Crowds by AVA. Bells sound the beginning of the first chorus and send the lights into spasms, darting through the darkness of smoke and all matter of strobes which hail The Majesty’s entrance. Cole stomps out to either side of the gorilla position, words of passion and gestures of strength gushing from his body into the crowd. With absolute clarity, in stark contrast to his surrounds, Cole then runs down the entrance walkway causing clouds of smoke to wrap around the airstream caused by his momentum. Cole dives under the ropes and just as quickly jumps onto his feet and onto a turnbuckle. The second repeat of the chorus beats along and he greets the resounding bells with outstretched arms, embracing the ether which the crowd, and music, is providing him. Cole hops down from his post and then prepares by circling the ring (and his opponent) as the music fades and the lighting effects subside.

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.


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.

[align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh,
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.

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

*DING DING DING*

And ring it does, and CHAOS ENSUES!

JH: Here we go! Brawls all around as the Flycore Championship gets underway! There are four ladders surrounding the ring, and the rest of the competitors seem to be going after the biggest men in the match!

Indeed, the other men have swarmed Nick Allen and Nightmare, wearing the big men down on both sides of the ring, Shaun Wilson and Colbert Tottington taking over on Nightmare as Jay Bain and Ash Koopa wear down Nick Allen, Drake Love hanging back somewhat, waiting for his opening. Shaun and Ash get ready and whip Nick and Nightmare to the center who pull a do-si-doh for the Japanese crowd before WIPING out Shaun and Ash with lariats! Big boot to the face of Jay Bain by Nightmare follows a right hook and headbutt that floors Colbert Tottington, Drake makes his move finally and picks up the Flycore Champion, chucking him through the ropes and following him outside! Drake continues his attack by whipping Shaun with ferocity into the timekeeper’s area, sending Timmy racing for cover! The only two men left in the ring standing are the big men, Nightmare beckons Nick to bring it on and on he does bring it, launching a BRUTAL right to Night’s jaw, the big guy stumbles, his eyes a little glazed but he launches another big right that Nick Allen ducks! Nightmare’s near the ropes and now Nick clotheslines Nightmare over the top rope but Nightmare lands on his damned feet to a pop from the crowd, as he grabs Nick’s feet and pulls him out to the floor, LACING him with a frightening chop, backing the big man into the apron. Nightmare picks Nick up and drops him snake eyes style throat first across the apron!

CL: Didn’t get him up very high but he damn sure got the desired effect—look out! Ash from behind!

CM: Get him, Koop! Show him what a washed up hack he really is!

Ash now peels back the padding as he has Nightmare down and stunned from a bionic elbow to the back of the head, he picks up Nightmare and positions him over the concrete, first hitting a Headscissor Stomp that stuns the Dark Knight and uprights him, allowing Ash to hook a front facelock, going for a vertical suplex but Nightmare blocks it, knees Ash HARD in the stomach and SPIKES THE TOP OF HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE WITH A DDT! Ash sells it RVD style, flipping over onto his back and kicking his legs up in the air, as Nightmare rolls over on his stomach, admiring his work, he stands up and all of a sudden he has a special air delivery from Jay Bain-land, diving over the ropes and clearing the Prince out with a cross body tackle! Jay picks himself up now, heading for the ladder that’s been set up in the walkway, and folds it up, taking it back towards the ring as Shaun Wilson has finally gotten the advantage on Drake Love, ramming his head into the timekeeper’s table before picking up the ring bell and clobbering the Mile High Madman with it!

JH: Drake Love just got his—

CM: For the love of God, don’t say it.

CL: I WILL eat him if he does.

Shaun now gets up on the apron as he sees Jay Bain setting up the ladder, Shaun springboards up as Jay has it set up and dropkicks Jay in the side, collapsing him against the ropes, Shaun then starts climbing up the ladder his own self, but Nick Allen re-enters the ring and shoulderblocks the ladder, knocking Shaun off of it, Nick Allen now tries to climb up the ladder, the big guy looking a little wobbly up there as he too is knocked off by a flying spinning heel kick courtesy of Sir Colbert Tottington, it seems to be a race now to try to get up the one ladder as Colbert is heading up this time, but he TOO is discouraged by Nightmare plucking him off the ladder half nelson style before DRIVING him down across his knee in a backbreaker! Nightmare looks around at the carnage, going to the outside and looking underneath the apron skirt, pulling out another ladder! And another! He found 2 ladders of the same size as the other, throwing those into the ring as he tries to get up on the apron but is pulled off by Ash Koopa, who is now bleeding from the earlier DDT. Ash thumbs Nightmare in the eye after blocking a right hand, hooking up Nightmare and yanking him back-first into the apron with a Russian Leg Sweep! Nightmare shouts in pain as Ash grabs for the timekeeper’s chair, swinging it with bad intentions right into Nightmare’s head!

JH: Absolute warfare in the early going!

CL: I can hardly keep track of what’s happening! There are chairs and ladders and head drops and…OH, man, I’m like a fuckin’ kid in a candy store!

CM: You think you can’t keep track!? Think of the writer! He’s having a rough time too!

JH: KAYFABE! KAYFABE! LALALA I CANT HEAR YOU!

The Prince of Pain goes down and exposes his bad knee for Ash to SMASH the chair across, the Dark Knight roaring in pain as Ash admires his work, shouting ‘How do you like that, you hack!’ before raising his chair for another attack but he’s whirled around by Cole Summons who DROPKICKS THE CHAIR, REBOUNDING IT OFF OF ASH’S DOME! Ash collapses next to Nightmare as Cole climbs onto the apron, seeing that Colbert Tottington is back up and heading for the ladder, Cole rushes into the ring and catches Colbert as Colbert throws a lariat, locking a front waistlock and hurling Colbert onto one of the ladders back first! Cole picks up the second folded-up ladder and drops it across Colbert’s prone form! Colbert howls in pain as now Shaun Wilson’s back up, getting behind Cole and pulling him down with a neckbreaker from behind, Shaun takes the ladder that was laying across Colbert’s front and sets it up in the corner, taking and whipping Cole back first into it, Shaun charges with a running leg lariat and connects, smashing Cole against the ladder, Shaun falls and returns to his feet, staggering right into a spear from Nightmare!

JH: And the Dark Knight has his hands on the Flycore Champion! Listen to the fans erupt!

CL: If he wants to win this match, he won’t do it by brutalizing Shaun Wilson! He’s got to put his anger aside and GO FOR THE FUCKING LADDER!

The fans are erupting like so many volcanoes as Nightmare pummels away for a few short moments with rights, lefts, elbows, whatever he can throw, following that by picking up Shaun and pushing him into a corner, whipping him HARD into the ladder on the other side, Cole having narrowly gotten out of the way! Shaun falls hard grabbing the back of his head as Nightmare simply walks over and pushes the ladder over on top of him, Cole assisting him with the shove! Now as Nightmare nails Cole with a gut shot and shoves him into the corner, going to town on the Majesty with a series of punches and elbow strikes, Drake Love and Colbert Tottington are now going after the Flycore Champion, Drake picking Colbert up back suplex style before both of them drop legs on the ladder that Shaun’s still under, crushing Shaun under the metal ladder!

JH: Look at this now! Alliances forming in this war of a match!

CL: Nightmare’s got another ladder!

Indeed Nightmare has ended up on the floor after a mule kick to the face from Cole sent him staggering through the ropes, but he’s recovered quick enough in order to grab one of the four ladders surrounding the ring, he folds the ladder up and starts shoving it through the ropes to put it inside, but Drake Love grabs the other side of the ladder, they have a little tug of war with it for a moment before Nightmare gets an idea and lets go, jumping up on the apron so he can jump off and DROP A LEG ON THE LADDER, KNOCKING THE OTHER SIDE UP INTO DRAKE’S FACE!

JH: OH, MY GOD! DRAKE LOVE IS OUT! NIGHTMARE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT!

CL: He’s bleeding like a fuckin’ sieve too, this is great!

Drake is indeed bleeding badly as Nightmare re-enters the ring, limping a little bit as he led the leg drop with his bad leg, he pulls the ladder the rest of the way inside and seeing that the rest of the competitors are still up, he hoists the ladder and puts it around his neck, Terry Funk style! The crowd cheers and starts chanting ‘TELLY! TELLY! TELLY!’ as Nightmare now channels the Hardcore Legend by spinning around with the ladder around his neck, nailing Colbert Tottington in the face! Cole goes down from a ladder shot! Ash ducks one shot but gets drilled in the back of the head! Shaun rolls to avoid a shot, squares up for a dropkick but Nightmare takes the ladder off his neck and throws it at Shaun, hitting him square in the face and chest! Nightmare then turns around and gets four boots planted into his mug courtesy of a Nick Allen and Jay Bain double dropkick!

JH: An apparent alliance now between Jay Bain and Nick Allen was all that could stop that rampage by the Dark Knight! Now both men are bringing in the last two ladders!

CM: Here we go!

CL: Fuckin’ danger time! Someone will die tonight!

The two men throw the last two ladders inside, Jay being stopped thanks to a baseball slide dropkick from Ash Koopa that drives the ladder right into his chest, Ash now grabs the ladder and starts slowly climbing it, Colbert Tottington joining him on the other side! Nick Allen sets up the next ladder and starts going up it as fast as he can, joined quickly by the Dark Knight! Jay has another ladder and Shaun Wilson starts racing him up, Majesty and Drake not wanting to be left behind start going up the last one, Drake still bleeding like a stuck pig, the crowd starting to roar as all eight men are now fighting their hearts out 20 feet in the air!

JH: Here it comes, the man who wins this race no DOUBT is going to walk away with the title!

CM: Or be carted away the way this match is going!

Jay and Shaun Wilson are trading hard rights and lefts as both reach for the belt, Shaun bouncing Jay’s face off the top of the ladder before stepping higher and REEEACHING—no! Colbert kicked the side of the ladder, it’s tipping over…THE LADDER TIPS OVER SENDING JAY AND SHAUN CAREENING OVER THE TOP ROPE, LANDING BOTH MEN HARD ON THE FLOOR! The crowd erupts at the death defying move, as now Nick Allen and Nightmare are trying not to fall off the ladder, the big men wobbling precariously as they both reach for the title! A shot to the throat by Nightmare stops Nick Allen’s race! Nightmare steps a rung higher…and LOCKS A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK!

JH: Will! NO! DON’T FUCKING DO THIS! THINK OF YOUR CAREER!

CL: To hell with his career! Nightmare wants the championship!

Nightmare ROARS to the crowd, pointing out to them all before resetting the double underhook and pulling Nick Allen’s 280 pounds OFF THE LADDER, FLIPPING HIM AND BURYING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A TIGER BOMB! NIGHTMARE FALLS BACKWARD ONTO HIS BACK AFTER THE MOVE, ABSOLUTELY DRAINED!

CL: CATA-FUCKIN’-CLYSM!!!!!!!!

JH: What in God’s NAME will they do to win this title!?

CM: Wait, look out!

Nick and Nightmare’s ladder is starting to tip over thanks to them leaping off the ladder, it falls and knocks into the ladder that has Ash and Colbert Tottington on it, both men try to maintain their balance but to no avail as the ladder falls, Ash Koopa and Colbert collectively racking their sacks on the top rope! They collapse as the Japanese crowd ‘OOOH’s, every man in the audience sharing in their pain as the last two men left are The Majesty and Drake Love, battling it out for the silver that hangs above them! The ladder that Ash and Colbert were on falls too, as if the ladders were a set of Dominoes, smacking into the ladder that Drake and Maj are on, tipping it over but the Mile High Madman grabs onto the Flycore title, hanging onto it for dear life as Maj grabs Drake around the waist to hold onto him, pulling with all his might in order to yank Drake off the belt, Maj slips, grabs onto Drake’s foot at the last second and pulls him off, but DRAKE PULLED DOWN THE BELT AT THE SAME TIME!

CL: IT’S OVER! WE GOT A NEW FUCKIN’ CHAMPION!

JH: Drake Love doesn’t just win this ladder match, he fucking survived it!

MA: Here is YOUR WINNER, and the NEWWWW FIW FLYCORE CHAMPION, “THE MILE HIGH MADMAN” DRAAAAKE LOOOOOVE!

“Prelude 12:21” reprises over the speakers as Drake gets up to his knees, hugging the belt to his chest, roaring in elation as the blood still pours from his forehead, the carnage around the ring starting to clear as the rest of the men begin to stir.

JH: This is what the Flycore Championship is all about!

CL: And you can thank Horrorcore and N-G-I-Fuckin’-W for giving you that title! What a match! What a fucking WAR!

We cut backstage to find one half of the Tag Team Champions of the World as well as Dual Crown hopeful Kennedy Sommers in her locker room. She appears to be doing her last minute stretching in preparation for her upcoming match. But that only lasts until someone enters… a male someone. Is that Xtreme Kitten?! No, this guy is way cuter than Xtreme Kitten.[/inside joke]

This male someone, whoever he might be, swoops into the scene and immediately wraps an arm around Kennedy’s waist. Rather than getting slapped across his ruggedly handsome face, his closeness produces a smile from the hellcat. So I’m going to go out on a limb and say this man is Kennedy’s fiancé. Either that or she’s already cheating. But I sincerely doubt that. So I’ll go ahead and tell you that it’s her fiancé.

Kennedy: Hey you.

Fiancé: Hey yourself.

He takes Kennedy’s hand in his, admiring the diamond on her finger and enlarging her smile even more so.

Kennedy: You better watch out. It would seem you have some competition for me.

Fiancé: You talking about flower boy or the muscle head?

Kennedy pulls her hand free from her fiancé’s, her smile fading just a little at his comment as she pulls away ever so slightly.

Kennedy: He’s not a muscle head, honey.

Immediately her fiancé pulls her back into his grasp, his joking expression transforming into a look of concern as he eyes the expression on Kennedy's face.

Fiancé: Hey, I’m just joking around. Besides, you’ve got something more important to worry about tonight than him or flower boy.

Reluctantly Kennedy nods her head, allowing her fiancé to pull her back into his embrace.

Kennedy: You’re right, I do. But you know what I could use from you?

Fiancé: What’s that?

Kennedy: This.

Kennedy leans in, pressing her lips to her fiancé’s in a brief but tender kiss.

Kennedy: For luck.

Fiancé: Well, I’ve got plenty more where that came from.

The engaged couple resume their kiss as we return to the arena for our upcoming contest.
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MA: “Our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!”

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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, cloaked 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: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 236 lbs... he hails from Mission, Texas.... THIS! ... IS! ... TIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!

Tier climbs 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.

JH: “This will be one of Grant Rice’s toughest challenges to date. There is no doubt that Tier brings great ability to the match.”

CM: “That guy just creeps me out. “

CL: “Tier is the wrestler all others should be measured by!”

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MA: “Making his way to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri and weighing in at 248 pounds. He is the CHAMPION…….GRANT RIIIIIICCCEEE!!!!”

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.

JH: “What a contest we have before us! I’m sure I’ll be on the edge of my seat the whole match.”

CL: “WE WANT BLOOD!!!”

JH: “You want blood. I just want some good wrestling.”

CM: “Conse was right. WE WANT BLOOD!”

Official, Richard Kelly checks both competitors over for illegal objects quickly and collects the UIC belt from Grant. He then moves to the middle of the ring beckoning both over to explain the rules. He then shows the belt to Tier who acknowledges it but does not spend too much energy admiring it.

JH: “Looks like Grant is going to have some support in this match.”

CM: “I wouldn’t doubt it if Nightmare was here to exact revenge for Tier nearly paralyzing him.”

JH: “While Nightmare should be seeking vengeance. He wouldn’t allow his actions to cost Grant Rice a victory. They are too good of friends for that!”

On his way down to the ring Nightmare applauds on Grant as Richard Kelly raises the UIC belt into the air just after directing the men back to their respective corners. He then calls for the bell as he hands the belt off to a ring hand and we get this match underway.

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Nightmare: ”COME ON, GRANT!!!”

Nightmare plants himself at ringside and turns to the crowd applauding loudly and trying to get the Japanese crowd behind him as well. His efforts somewhat work but the majority of the crowd insists on keeping respectfully quiet.

In the ring Grant Rice and Tier move from their corners and circle toward the middle before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. Tier manages to shove Grant backwards breaking the tie up and fires off with a hard right hand. This is followed up by a side kick that connects with the chest of the champion and drops him off his feet and to his hands and knees. Tier moves in for a toe kick to his ribs but Grant manages to recover enough to grab the challenger’s foot and pull him right off his feet. The challenger lands on his back and Grant moves back up to his feet and dives for an elbow drop only for Tier to move out of the way. Rice’s elbow connects with the canvas instead and he rolls back up to his feet holding his elbow in pain. Tier is right there grabbing him up in a side headlock and pulling him into his side. Grant attempts to struggle free but Tier holds him in tightly and pulls him out toward the center of the ring where he squeezes his head even tighter. Though moving around the ring may have been the wrong move as Grant uses the momentum to his advantage and pulls Tier back into the ropes and uses the rebound to shoot his challenger off toward the opposing ropes. As Tier returns Grant dives down to the mat and Tier hops over him as to not trip. As he hits the ropes again, Rice jumps back up to his feet and into the air for a leap frog but Tier grabs the ropes and halts his decent back across the ring.

CL: “Always one step ahead of his opponent.”

JH: “Indeed, Tier is a master mind of the ring.”

Rice lands on his feet and turns around to find Tier moving in with a hook kick. A quick dodge by the champion and it sends Tier spinning. Grant moves in grabbing him by the arm and applies a hammerlock wrenching the arm high up the middle of his back. The challenger attempts to find his way out of the hammerlock but each attempt he gets more pressure added to his arm. That is until he finds an opening to spin through and reverse the hammerlock. Spinning behind Rice he wrenches on the arm for several seconds before giving him a palm slap to the back of the head and then grabs him in standing side headlock. Grant grabs hold of his hands and pries them apart moving through and behind his opponent grabbing him around the waist. Tier fires back with a hard elbow and then grabs him around the head and flips him forward with a snapmare. Grant drops in front of his opponent in the seated position and falls victim to a stiff toe kick to the spine.

JH: “Did you hear the impact of that kick?”

Tier backs up and fires off with another kick that causes Grant to arch his back in pain and roll to his side. This time Tier moves in scooping him up by the neck and then scoops him up off the mat and down to the mat. On the outside Nightmare pounds his hands to the canvas encouraging his Revolution partner to fight back. Tier dives forward dropping an elbow across the chest of his opponent and then rolls up into a kneeling position where he places a knee into his back and pulls back on his chin to wear him down. Nightmare then turns to the crowd clapping his hands and stomping his foot trying to get the Japanese crowd to follow along. This works for the most part but is not quite as loud as you would probably get from say an American crowd. Grant begins to pump his arms to his side as he feels the adrenaline rush through his body and rotates to one side pushing to his knees and then up to his feet as Tier continues to hold his neck.

Once on his feet Grant drives a hard elbow into the sternum of his challenger and who continues to hold on. Nightmare continues to rally the crowd behind his Revolution team mate as Grant fires two more elbows into Tier’s mid section causing him to back off. Rice then makes a run for the ropes and returns a full head of steam at his contender. Tier spots Grant coming at him and leaps into the air for a flying calf kick but Grant ducks under and makes way for the opposing ropes. This time as he rebounds he extends an arm and connects firmly with a clothesline. Tier hits the ground with a thud and then rolls back up to his feet. Rice turns around and charges back in with yet another clothesline taking him off his feet and Tier just rolls back up to his feet getting a bit groggy as he does. This time Grant moves in on his opponent and grabs him by the head and drives his own head in so that foreheads connect. Tier moves to stagger away but Grant pulls him back in and grabs a leg spinning his opponent over to the canvas. Grant stands back to his feet and pulls Tier back with him and continues the repetitive dragon screws before bringing them to a halt and motions for a figure four leg lock. He moves through the motions but as soon as he turns his back to his opponent a foot is brought up and shoots him across the ring and into the ropes.

CL: “Moving a bit quick into the submissions you think?”

JH: “He could have been doing it simply to weaken him up.”

CM: “I’ll go with he was stupid!”

Tier moves to his feet as Grant falls into the ropes and moves in behind him. A quick knee to the back takes Grant further off guard and Tier grabs him around the neck and then gives him a jab to the gut before pulling him up into an inverted suplex. Grant dangles momentarily but manages to shift his weight so that he drops down behind his opponent. He wraps his arms around Tiers mid section and charges forward into the ropes going for a quick roll up. This however fails as Tier holds on and sends Grant flopping back first to the canvas.

Tier moves in on Grant as he moves back up to his feet and wraps an arm around his head. Then with in a split second the challenger drops the champion head first into the canvas with a DDT. Upon impact Rice’s body flips over so that he is facing the ceiling of the venue and Tier dives on top of him like a zombie hungry for brains and blatantly begins to choke him as Nightmare shouts to the ref to do something about it. Richard Kelly warns Tier several times to break the choke but the challenger refuses to listen and causes the ref to begin to count him down for the disqualification.

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Instead of finishing his count Richard reaches down grabbing Tier by the arm and tears him off of Grant and begins to admonish him vehemently. Tier does not take kind to the verbal reprimand and shoves Kelly backwards slightly. Kelly backs down a little but gets back into the face of Tier being sure to let him know that his actions will not be further tolerated. Nightmare yells something to Tier but is ignored as the challenger moves in over Grant as he moves back up to his hands and knees coughing for a breath from the illegal choke. A swift toe kick to the ribs sends him rolling over onto his back and Tier jumps on top of him throwing well planted fists to either side of Grant’s face. The champion brings his arms up over his face and Tier widens his swing attempting to get the side of his head instead. Rice arches his back as an attempt to get Tier off of him and though it unbalances him a little it does not get him off the chest of the champ. As Tier is off balanced however Grant manages to bring his legs up and hook the arms of the challenger and pulls him down to the canvas for a surprise pinfall attempt. Richard Kelly slides into position and slaps his hand to the mat the moment Tier’s shoulders hit the mat.

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Tier manages to utilize the momentum of the pin attempt and rolls his legs over his head moving onto all fours. As he does this he hooks his arms under the legs of Grant and pushes off the canvas with his feet pushing his opponent’s legs over his head and the majority of his weight on his shoulders for his own pinfall attempt. The official stays put on the canvas and begins a new count.

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Grant wraps his legs around the chest of his opponent and shifts his weight over sending Tier to the mat and rolling his own weight on top of the challenger’s shoulders.

JH: “What great students of the game! These guys are reversing everything the other has to throw at them.”

CL: “More like Tier making Grant a student of the game. You don’t typically see this kind of stuff from Grant Rice.”

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Tier reverses again this time hooking his legs through the arms of Rice just like originated by the champion and pulls him down to the canvas. He then rolls over dropping his whole body weight over the legs of his opponent and begins to slap Grant about the head.

CM: “HAHA…He’s mocking, Rice!”

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This only infuriates Grant and he shoves his legs upward with the most power available to him and Tier rolls off and to the canvas. He moves quickly to his feet to move after Grant in an attempt prevent him from gaining an sort of offensive advantage. As he reaches Rice he is on his hands and knees and charges upward grabbing Tier by the legs and lifting him up off the ground and drives him down to the canvas with a double leg take down. He then mounts Tier over his chest and returns the hard blows he was on the receiving end of just moments ago. After he feel Tier has had enough he pulls him up to his feet and whips him hard into a nearby corner. The impact of the whip is so great that Tier comes staggering back out and Grant ducks down picking him up over his shoulder and turns dropping him over the turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Tier’s face connects with the turnbuckle and he bounces off and stumbles out holding his face. Rice measures up from across the ring where he has positioned himself and as Tier turns in he charges forward with a Yakuza kick.

JH: “UUUUUUUZZZZZZZIIIIII!!!!!”

CL: “Nearly took Tier’s head off.”

The Japanese crowd pop for the signature maneuver by Rice and Nightmare jumps into the air in celebration for his partner’s accomplishment. Tier collapses to the mat holding his face and kicking his feet near the ropes and Grant drops over hooking a leg for the pinfall. Richard Kelly dives into position and begins to drop his hand to the mat for the count.

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CM: “Not quite enough to put him away.”

Nightmare slaps his hands to the mat and drops his head in disappointment. He had thought for sure Grant could have taken Tier out with that combination.

JH: “He still has the advantage, ‘Mare hang in there!”

CL: “But don’t count Tier out. That could be the stupidest thing anyone could do.”

JH: “Agreed. Tier should never be under estimated. He has after all scored some great accomplishments in his career.”

CM: “Of which were the DC, GHC, and NGIW championships!”

Just as Kelly’s hand is about to slap to the canvas for the three count Tier drapes his leg over the bottom rope breaking the count. Grant pushes up to his knees and holds up three fingers to the ref. Kelly holds up two and shows with his fingers that it was very close. He then points to the ropes just as Tier rolls out of the ring and drops down to the floor below. The challenger then rests one hand on the ring apron and you can visibly see that he is winded from the match as he rests on the outside.

JH: “What is he doing over there?”

CL: “I can’t get a clear view but if he’s on the outside of the ring there are many things that he could pull from his hardcore bag of tricks.”

CM: “BLOOD! BLOOD!”

CL: “Where!?!”

CM: “No I was just saying I wanted to see it.”

CL: “Oh yeah.”

It is now clear to most that Tier is lifting the apron to the ring and appears to be looking for something under the ring. Grant who is perched on the turnbuckle soaking in some of the rare adoration from the crowd is oblivious to what is going on and the same goes for his tag partner, Nightmare who is applauding him on. Richard Kelly sees what is going on and works on counting him out.

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From under the ring a wooden handle is revealed and as Tier moves up to his feet it becomes very clear what is in his hands as the crowd gasps.

JH: “Oh no this can’t be good!”

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CM: “SLEDGE HAMMER! BLOOD!”

Tier tromps around the ring toward Nightmare and just as the former tag champ sees him in his peripheral and turns Tier swings the heavy end of the hammer and connect square with his forehead dropping him to the floor below his feet. Blood begins to trickle down the forehead of his victim almost instantly as he lies on the floor and Grant quickly slides out to the ringside next to Tier and Nightmare.

CL: “Sweet Jehovah!”

CM: “BLOOD! Hit him again!”

As Grant stands in front of Tier the madman says something to him that is not audible for all and then motion to him with the sledge hammer. He then uses the handle to point to Nightmare’s knee and then runs a finger across his throat.

JH: “He’s given Grant an ultimatum. Quit the match now or he finishes off Nightmare’s knee. TIER IS SADISTIC!!”

Grant stands with a confused look on his face and looks to the crowd for support. He looks to Tier and then Nightmare and his eyes grow wide with worry for the physical health of his partner. Tier raises the hammer up handle first so that the mallet end is aligned with Nightmare’s knee cap and teases the destruction of the former Slam! champions knee. Nightmare just lies their groggily holding his head and is not coherent of what is going on around him as Tier hovers over him. Richard Kelly calls from inside the ring for Tier to put an end to this and drop the weapon but the challenger ignores the command and continues to look to Grant before dropping the sledge hammer steel end first into his partner’s knee.

CM: “I can’t believe Grant is taking so long to decide his partner’s fate. Some friend he is!”

JH: “Just stop you are trying to stir the pot.”

Grant pleas with Tier to stop the attack on Nightmare but he ignores the plea and raises the hammer again as Nightmare howls in pain from the first of what could be many destructive blows to his already injured knee. Richard seeing enough hops out of the ring and warns Tier over and over grabbing at the hammer only for Tier to pull it from his grip at the last moment. This leaves an opening for Grant who bounds forward and blasts Tier with a hard European uppercut and then chop across his chest causing him to drop the hammer and stagger away from Grant’s partner. Richard grabs the hammer and hoists it up tossing it away from Nightmare and then rolls back into the ring as Grant rolls Tier under the ropes and follows after. As the two men get back into the ring it is Tier who is on his feet first as Grant is still moving to his feet. Just as Grant moves to his feet his is caught off guard with a well placed hook kick that is quickly followed up by a back suplex as Grant is caught as he turns and staggers away.

Tier drops Grant to the mat with a thud on the base of his neck and then moves back up to his feet grabbing Grant by the neck and pulling him back to a vertical base. He then scoops an arm in between Grant’s legs and hoists him into the air. He then charges forward and drops him into the turnbuckle upside down hooking his feet under the top turnbuckle for a tree of woe. He then places a boot into his throat and pushes violently attempting to suffocate the last breath out of the champion as Richard Kelly moves in yet again reminding him of the rules and encourages him to break the choke. Per usual Tier does not listen and Kelly has to break into another DQ count.

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This time Tier breaks early and steps away much to the surprise of the official but leaves his opponent hanging upside down. He steps back with his hands in the air as if he is giving it up clean and Richard moves in to free the feet of Rice from under the top turnbuckle.

JH: “Watch out!”

At the last minute Richard moves out of the way as Tier comes running in with a shuffle side kick to the ribs and Grant’s legs come loose with the impact and he falls down to the canvas holding his ribs in pain as Tier stands looking proud of himself nearby. He then moves back in over Grant and drags him back up to his feet yet again. An arm is wrapped behind the champions head and Tier then leaps forward driving Grant toward the mat with a huge neck breaker. Moving back to his feet Tier runs to the ropes and rebounds back jumping into the air flipping over and nailing a senton that lands perfectly over his opponent’s chest.

CL: “FUCK ME DEADLY!!!”

Tier lies over his opponent and grabs a leg rolling his weight toward the shoulder region. Richard Kelly gets down on all fours and draws his hand to the mat in succession for the pinfall count.

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JH: “Shoulder up!”

CM: “Grant Rice is one lucky bitch!”

JH: “Luck had nothing to do with it. That was pure determination.”

Tier sits up frustrated at the lack of a victory and turns back to Grant hoisting him up and tucking his head into his arm and signals for his finisher.

CL: “He’s going for the Wegenleid ! IT’S OVER!!!”

Just as Tier moves to hoist Grant into the air the champion drops down to a knee and pulls himself free from certain doom. He then rises off his feet quickly and nails a quick uppercut that sends Tier back dazed into the ropes and then full of adrenaline moves in after grabbing him up into a suplex pulling him over to the mat quickly. He then rolls back up pulling Tier with him and pulls him up for what appears to be yet another suplex but instead drops him down with a brain buster. He is not done their though as Grant pulls him back to his feet and wraps his arms around his waist quickly as the crowd let their delight be known. He quickly pulls him over with a follow through belly to belly suplex and just as before pulls his challenger back up with him.

JH: “He’s going for more and Tier already looks to be well out of it!”

Grant grabs his opponent up yet again and pulls him up to his feet hooking an arm over his neck and hoists him up in the suplex set up again but this time moves forward into the turnbuckle and drops his opponent over the top straddling the buckle pad. Grant then climbs up after blasting him in the face with a couple stiff shots and then hooks their arms up and pulls his opponent so that he is perched on the top and then steps up one final turnbuckle before pulling his opponent back with a huge Superplex.

CL: “HOLY FUCK!”

JH: “That has to be it!”

Most think that would be it though Grant looking nearly as worn out as Tier moves back to his feet and makes a signal for his finisher yet another suplex variation. He grabs Tier up and stalls a moment playing to the crowd and then hooks one arm while breathing heavily and then moves for another. Tier drops back down to a knee and goes limp, Grant pulls him back up and attempts to hook the other arm but Tier just allows his body to go limp and falls back down to the canvas. Grant moves to pull him back up but Tier makes a quick barrel roll for the ropes clearly frustrated with how the outcome of the match has progressed thus far. Official, Richard Kelly stands place in the middle of the ring and begins to count Tier out again.

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CL: “Just looking to regain his composure. It’s all part of the plan. That is the true working of a wrestling mastermind.”

JH: “If he’s not careful he could get himself counted out.”

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Grant paces back and forth anxiously and amped full of adrenaline as Tier milks his time on the outside of the ring and Richard Kelly continues to count him out.

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Rice has had enough as he moves to the ropes and ducks under the top rope reaching out for Tier who is exposed to be positioned right next to and is clutching the sledgehammer again.

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The steel end of the hammer connects with Grant’s head and he is busted open instantly. His body goes limp over the ropes as Richard Kelly quickly calls for the bell.

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Kelly moves to the ropes and tells the ring announcer it is over and that Tier has been disqualified. Not that it wasn’t obvious but he still had to do his job none the less.

MA: “YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION….AND STILL UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION……GGGRRAANNNTTTT RRIICCCCEEEEE!!!!”

Tier slides into the ring and instantly begins to mock Rice and Nightmare much to the dismay of the crowd who his at him repeatedly. He moves over Grant grabbing him by the face and screams something down into his face and then leaves him to drape over the ropes yet again.

JH: “This is just disgusting!”

CM: “MORE BLOOD! As much as Tier creeps me out I have to appreciate his sadistic nature.”

Tier leans over the ropes and laughs at Nightmare who is still down but moving groggily on the outside of the ring. He then turns and begins to mock the crowd for their support of Rice and Nightmare. Not paying much note to how long he’s taken to mock the former tag champs and the crowd, Tier also does not notice Grant stirring and looking quite irate but notices him as he pushes away from the ropes and charges at him full bore. All Tier can do is brace himself for the impact as Grant tackles him down to the canvas and begins to punch him. The two begin to roll about exchanging punches back and forth. Kelly calls for the timekeeper to ring the bell again and reaches down to pry the two apart.
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In the fray Richard takes a nasty bump and falls to the mat twisting his ankle and still tries to pull the men apart despite favoring his ankle at the same time. He asks for the bell to be rang again and then motions to the back for more help. Security, officials, and even superstars Extreme Ninja #2 and Elrick come running down to assist in breaking the brawling pair up. Security and officials pull Tier back as Ninja and Elrick pull Grant back and both men are subdued to their corners even though Grant is still trying to tear out at Tier.

JH: “This one looks to be far from over.”

Not being able to break from the clutches of his fellow wrestlers Grant screams out at Tier whom cackles in a deranged manner from his corner.

CL: “I’m sure these two have plenty more in store for each other.”

CM: “Hopefully it will involve, BLOOD!”

Our scene shifts from the roaring Tokyo Dome to... what could be described as a small museum of wrestling history. Title belts cover the walls... the Spirit of Honour Championship, the Fighting Spirit Championship next to it, the TNT incarnation of the Dual Crown, the U-E-C, all in small cases hung up on a wall. On a corresponding wall are several trophies sitting on a mantle, one we can see reads 'Heel of the Year 2004.'

But right in the middle of this room, seated in a rocking chair is the First Monster of FIW, the Divine Outlaw & Prodigal Son, Jim O'Brien. He looks to be in good spirits, but you know he can't be.


O'Brien: "Konichiwa, Tokyo & FIW fans around the world! I'm coming in live via satellite from my farm in Grant's Lick - and yes, we do have electricity out here. Anywho, I just wanted to take this time to thank the fans for all their e-mails and posts on their little message boards and their chatrooms sending Kendra and I their best wishes & hope for Kendra's speedy recovery. As to her condition..."

Jim takes a deep breath, perhaps the air slowly leaking out of the proverbial balloon of Jim's happiness.

O'Brien: "Kendra has... Kendra's left kneecap is shattered. And has a handful of small fractures in her shin. From what I understand, it could be summer by the time she walks again without the assistance of crutches, and her timetable for a return to the ring is..." *pauses* "...is unknown. Some specialists have said years, others said never again.

She's in good spirits, though. She's propped up on the couch right now, catching up on her Red Dwarf DVD's. She actually..." *chuckles* "... wanted me to go to the Nensai Senjou show tonight. I was even offered a dark match from the front office, but... I couldn't. It isn't that I don't want to be there, oh no. The prospect of working the Tokyo Dome one more time was one of the reasons I came back. That was where I made my wrestling debut in Japan ten and a half years ago. And, to be honest, is probably more of my 'home turf' or whatever than any Cincinnati or northern Kentucky venue I work in. No offense to them or to my fans in those regions, but... the Tokyo Dome is different. It's like... Yankee Stadium, Daytona, Lambeau Field, Madison Sqare Garden, Wembley Stadium... It's like all those places combined into one. It's one of, if not, the most prestigous wrestling venue in the history of our sport... And I chose not to be there."

Jim takes another deep breath through his nose, his eyes averted to the floor. Then back to ours.

O'Brien: "As mentioned, it isn't that I don't want to be there and wrestle in front of those fans that'd be chanting 'Grizz-lee' and tossing streamers my way. But because I know I'd be cheating those fans. Y'see, my mind... it's just not into wrestling right now. Please understand, I'm in unchartered waters right now. Because, in this sport, I've had everything done to me you could think of. I've been slammed onto C4 explosives, been thrown off of scaffolds onto beds of nails, I've been skinned, I've bled enough blood to give Dracula a tummy ache. But two things during the month of January... Two things that stand out to me.

One - The Tanaka Zaibatsu actually yanked out a pair of scissors and cut my hair. Now, some could say I'm a little obsessive when it comes to my hair and, well, yeah it'd be a lie if I denied that. And, yes hair does grow back. But... men thin early in my family, so it could be a year or less before I have to make a grab for Rogaine or become a patient for Bosley Medical hair restoration. And that, my friends, is no fun.

And two - The Tanaka Zaibatsu... have crippled my wife. I've had everything in the book done to me. But I've never, ever had anyone I loved & cherished harmed as a way for my adversaries to get the best of me. Cause they've always had..." *chuckles* "... because my adversaries have always had the balls to come at me directly! Not jump me from behind week after week after week and assault my loved ones!"

Ohhhh shit.

O'Brien: "I can't say I've ever loved anyone as much as I love my wife today. She's the rock on which I stand, my earth-bound guardian angel. And if that sounds campy to some of you then I'm sorry that you don't understand where I've been, what I've done and how I've corrected myself since I left FIW nearly two years ago. Kendra plays a major role in my life, she's an insperation for me. It's love, her love, that fuels me.

And the Tanaka Zaibatsu... you've taken that away from me. As much as I love my wife's buns of steel, they're going to be one of the last places I want them - firmly planted on the couch thousands of miles away while I go to battle. Tanaka, you've made this personal. And do you know what the kicker this mess is? You know the thing that really gets me about all this?

You never said 'why.'

I have been given no explanation as to why I've been assaulted. I've been given no explanation as to why you've cut my hair. I have been given no explanation as to why you've crippled my wife. And it eats me up, it eats me the hell up! I can't tell you how much time that I've spent, trying to wrap my head around why you've done what you've done to me. I can't tell you how much sleep I've lost, how often my heart races with rage from not knowing why this goes on. Was it from the Condemned Fetish match where I 'singled you out?' Was this from the contendership battle royal several weeks ago where I eliminated a couple of your goons? Or my match with Roxie Galanoochie in the Grand Prix? Is it seriously stemming from all that?!"

With furious anger, Jim's face begins to turn red, his veins starting to pop from his neck, his eyes full of rage.

O'Brien: "Well, ya know what? I DON'T CARE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOUR REASONS ARE! Because..."

Out of the blue, Jim begins to cackle. Not too over the top-ish, but quietly & enough to give Sid the creeps.

O'Brien: "... because you know what happens when you push me? You know what happens when you push me this far?! I get creative. And I have calculated a simple plan. And that plan is that by the end of Anarchy In The UK, by March 30th at 11:59 PM... I will have taken the Zaibatsu OUT! I will choke you out, I will drop you with a Burning Hammer, I will Powerbomb you to the depths of hell! Either one, it doesn't matter.

You might say it would be unwise to give away your plans in the heat of battle but I want you to know, Shaun, Roxie, Blond & Daisuke, that I can take you out at ANY TIME! At ANY PLACE! I want you to lose the sleep, that I have lost! I want your minds to be clouded and confused, as mine has. I want your hearts to pound, to race with fear as mine has! I will terminate, one by one, with extreme prejudice, with no order in mind. Though I will say, I want Daisuke last. Because I want Daisuke to lose the most sleep, for his mind to be the most clouded, for his heart to race the fastest. I want you to sweat beads of blood in primal fear when you see that I have eliminated the rest of the Zaibatsu from my path & I set these eyes on you. Go ahead, COME CLOSER! CLOSER TO MY EYES!"

The cameraman, not wanting to die, begins to close up on Jim's enraged face, his eyes.

O'Brien: "Look into these eyes, Tanaka. They have witnessed the greatest joys, the most painful hardships, but most of all, the most unnerving brutalities known, whether its inside or outside the confines of a wrestling ring. Get a good look of these eyes, study them well. Because once they are set directly on you, Daisuke... that's when you will know... your apocalypse has begun."
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"Matches #1 & #2": Kiyoshi Nakahata defeats Ethan Adams via pin fall & Kennedy defeats Liam Mortell via pin fall.
"Main Match": Kiyoshi Nakahata defeats Kennedy via pin fall to retain.
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JH: This night has already reshaped the face of FIW and we still have one match left!

CL: Yeah, shit has been bananas tonight, I’ll admit it!

CM: Forget that stuff though as now we’ve got boobies!

JH: What my coworker is trying to say folks is that we’ve got one last match and this main event is for all the marbles!

CL: Two Hellcats finally put an end to their grudge.

CM: And, whoever wins gets to roll around with Lara Toni!

JH: I don’t think there will be much rolling around in that or this match, Chip.

CL: More like violence.

CM: Awww…Does that mean I have to put the baby oil away?


MA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your scheduled main event for Full Intensity Wrestling’s Nensai Senjou two thousand and eight! It has been granted a one hour time limit and it will be battled under I Quit rules to one fall to a finish. Your official for this bout is referee, Logan Black and…it is for…the Full Intensity Wrestling Hellcat Division Championship~!!!


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

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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.

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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.


CL: Here she comes, the girl with one last chance.

CM: Yup, after this she’ll be out of the title picture for nearly half a year!

JH: Some thing that I think would not only let the competition in the division intensify but also be good to have the Zaibatsu as far away from the belt as possible.


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. Ending the photo op, she jumps back down to the canvas and skips across to the other side of the ring, once again raising the championship up into the air. Her smile fades slightly as she passes her championship off to the referee and backs into her turnbuckle, ready to get serious for the upcoming contest.


CM: Mmmhmmm, she’s looking especially good tonight.

JH: Jaime must know how important this match is, not only for her challenger or herself but their division as a whole.

CL: In a way, it’s a do or die situation for both of them.


FIW’s senior referee goes over to Galanoochie’s corner and politely pats the young lady down, and then heads over to the champion’s corner & repeats the process. Once he’s found nothing he heads to the center of the ring and calls both Hellcats to join him there, and they obey. Nose to nose the two ladies stand while Black explains the rules, and gets a curt nod from both of them when he asks them if they understand the rules. It is when he asks for a hand shake there is a brief moment of tension as Roxie extends her hand…and FIW’s Sweetheart accepts it!


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Fatal is that mistake because the Hellcat Stripper pulls her rival in with the hand shake and into a side headlock takedown, taking her down to the mat. She rears back on the hold and tries to find exactly where she wants to apply the most pressure on the hold, Lee kicking and growling partially underneath her. Not looking too convinced but making sure regardless Black checks to see if either want the micro phone and the challenger tightens the hold, squeezing the life out of her foe. The champion kicks her feet to keep blood flowing and moves her hands across the mat to try, and find a weak spot in Roxie’s armor to counter the maneuver.

JH: Straight out the gate we have some traditional wrestling.

CL: Suppose they have to start some where.

CM: This is a I Quit match…right? I didn’t read that wrong, right?

Wrenching back as far as she can, it is in mid-push that the Zaibatsu member catches Lee trying to roll the two of their bodies over to counter out of the hold. Last minute she plants her weight down and keeps the two stationed where they are much to the dismay of FIW’s Sweetheart who continues to lie on her stomach. Her hand wanders into the air and briefly causes a murmur amidst the fans when it looks like the champion might pull on her challenger’s hair or cheap shot her. Instead Jaime plants her hand against the arms of Galanoochie and tries to worm her way into the maneuver, trying yet another route of breaking the hold.

CL: Looks like it’s already taking some of the air out of Jaime’s sails.

CM: Yaaaaaaaaaaawnnnnnnnnn.

JH: That may be true Conse but it is so early in the match that she could easily recover and bounce back fully if she can escape it some time soon.

It is when she feels the third and certainly not her own arm trying to wiggle its way into the equation that the challenger cinches in the hold as tight as possible. Gritting her teeth even to further demonstrate how much strength she’s using to apply pressure to the hold and such effort starts to show results. Jaime’s kicks are growing just a little slower and her arm is having more trouble making any progress on the infiltrate the submission maneuver hold front. Tokyo’s fans applaud and start a small chant of the champion’s name, trying to rally her back into this thing while Roxie shoots them glares for supporting her rival.

CM: It’s like…the submission that never ends.

JH: Say what you will about Roxie, and there is certainly a lot that could be said about her but she can be a some what skilled wrestler when she wants to be!

CL: Some what? She’s pretty much got the pace of the match in the palm of her hand with that side headlock.

Those applause and cheers seem to do the trick to a extent, the Hellcat forces her arm through the hold as much as she can and actually gets it through! From there it is a simple task of pushing outward with her head and her arm, and the side headlock crumbles much to the surprise of Galanoochie! Before the challenger can react to what’s happening she gets shoved back first down onto the canvas from her seated position & Lee’s legs wrap around her! In a matter of moments the roles are reversed and the Zaibatsu member roars in frustration over being trapped in the head scissors she’s found herself in.

JH: Jaime turns the table in the blink of a eye!

CL: Can’t see how Roxie could complain about being in that hold, I would’ve thought it was one of her favorites.

CM: Ba-deesh.

Rolling over up onto her knees and planting the champion up at a seated position, Galanoochie tries to pull her head free from the hold it is in. Only for Lee to plant her elbows against the Hellcat’s back to keep her in place till she rolls them over onto her other side, and wrenches back on the hold. The lesbian’s entire body twitches from it and she screams out in fury at being denied escape, clawing at the thighs of her captor to stern words from the referee. Up and down she kicks her feet, and continues to claw at the champion’s upper legs while she tries to pull her head free from the submission maneuver.

CL: Doesn’t she realize that probably just makes it hurt worse?

CM: Booooooorrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnng…

JH: I think Roxie’s letting her temper and drive to be better than Jaime get the better of her.

Only when teeth meet inner thigh flesh does FIW’s Sweetheart release the hold and within moments her challenger’s trying to take her down into another submission. The two struggle over supremacy between them and in the end they roll over with Galanoochie flat on her stomach and Lee to the side of her. Within seconds the fujiwara armbar is applied on the lesbian stripper turned wrestler and the crowd gives a polite applause to the two ladies for their struggle. The champion growls and leans back on the maneuver as much as she can to apply pressure to it, the Zaibatsu member howling in agony and shaking her head to the referee.

CM: Was interesting for a moment with the biting and rolling around…then grew boring again.

JH: Oh be quiet! These two ladies are going back and fourth with a impressive exchange of submissions!

CL: Though you notice Jaime is once again on top and the one with a submission locked in.

Black offers to go get the micro phone, an offer that interests Lee though her challenger shouts a very different response at the official about such an offer. With her free hand the Zaibatsu member claws at the canvas and grits her teeth in an attempt to numb the pain to a level, and to fight through it. A few fans in attendance of the Tokyo Dome cringe when the champion leans further back to the point where Galanoochie’s arm is near bent completely straight behind her shoulder blade! Her arm trembles as it tries to withstand the pressure and not snap in two, a fact that seems to be unimportant to Jaime by the determined expression she has even with her rival’s screams.

JH: At this rate these two may defeat the other in the early goings of this match with all of these intense submissions!

CL: Yeah, especially with how close Roxie’s arm looks to breaking within Jaime’s clutches.

CM: I know I wouldn’t mind having my arm broken if I got to be that close to her…well…mayb-…naw, I wouldn’t mind.

Wobbly though her legs are the Hellcat plants her knees beneath her body and elevates it a tad, and relieves some of the pressure of the fujiwara armbar. Also it allows Galanoochie to press off of her knees and tuck, and roll all the way through with her arm still held onto, and land on her back! She winces slightly when she kips up with her arm still tightly held onto and yanks it free in the process, she doesn’t even go to her feet fully before she launches at Lee! The champion and the challenger roll along the canvas, the two battling for holds and battling to keep the other from locking in any holds they might have in mind.

CL: Shit, Roxie’s agility helped her come up with that rather odd escape from the fujiwara.

CM: Though it looks like she might’ve hurt herself worse than before.

JH: True but I don’t think her arm was going to get much better while still in that submission maneuver.

Getting behind her, the challenger plants her head against the center of Lee’s shoulder blades and wraps her arms around her waist to bring her down fully. With her stomach first pressed against the canvas the champion groans and grits her teeth when her rival grabs her arm, and applies a hammerlock. Pulling her head away from Jaime’s back the Zaibatsu member twists the hold the best she can, and smirks when she hears her rival’s cries in agony from the maneuver. Mockingly she uses her free hand to slap the back of the head of FIW’s Sweetheart to a few hissing jeers from the fans for such a disrespectful action.

CM: Why…why are they torturing me like this?

JH: Well, both Hellcats have now one submission targeting the head and one targeting the arm.

CL: And, Roxie’s humiliating Jaime in the process of hers.

Slaps though they sting the Hellcat’s slaps seem to be doing little more than toying with her fellow competitor and the crowd is far from happy about it. Twisting back on the hold further the challenger motions to Loganto go get some thing and whatever it is the senior official obeys, and leaves the two of them momentarily. At such time Galanoochie decides to drive her painted nails’ pointed ends into the eye sockets of the champion to more screams from her. It is seconds later the referee returns with the micro phone in his hand and frowns, only able to stand by and watch as the Zaibatsu member uses this underhanded tactic.

JH: Ugh! We were having a fairly fantastic athletic contest and now Roxie’s arrogance is getting the better of her!

CL: I don’t know, it makes things interesting to me.

CM: Aye, it’s kinda kinky even!

Grinning ear to ear the stripper snatches the micro phone from the senior official with her free hand and tests it by tapping it against the back of Lee. Politely she clears her throat into the device and with the maneuver still applied leans further over the woman she is pressed up against and almost laying on. She puts the micro phone in the general area between Jaime’s mouth and her own mouth to pick up the potential conversation between the two Hellcats that might occur. All she gets for her efforts instead is an elbow square to the face from FIW’s Sweetheart and a strike that’s repeated several more times till the hammerlock is broken!

CL: We’re back to square one it would fucking seem!

CM: Thank you, Jaime! Thank you! You’re even more a sexy goddess that I want to dip in chocolate and lick up in my eyes than before!

JH: …Any ways, these Hellcats are driven to get those two words out of the other, I think this is the most driven I’ve seen either!

Hastily Loganswoops in and grabs the micro phone before either lady steps on it after it fell from Roxie’s clutches during the elbow flurry from Jaime. FIW’s Sweetheart is the first of the two to get to her feet with her rival getting up there just a few seconds later, clutching her head and trying to shake out the cobwebs. Probably doesn’t help her coherence when the champion gives her a back handed chop that echoes through out the dome and leaves a red mark on her. To her credit, the Zaibatsu member wills her body through the pain and slightly delirious state to fire back with a forearm strike that cracks against Lee’s jaw!

CM: This is more like it!

JH: A nasty chop and a equally nasty forearm strike!

CL: And, I predict more of both.

Taking a step forward the champion unleashes a second chop across the ample chest of her challenger who responds immediately with a forearm strike to the cheek bone! It was like the opening shot of a war because the two launches into a full scale attack on each other, chops & forearm strikes fly! More and more Roxie’s chest turns several different shades of red on her while Lee’s face starts to show the abuse it’s taken and subtle signs of bruising. Neither one leaving their places in the center of the ring and nor allowing their bodies to even sway with each shot they take to an impressed applause from the fans!

JH: The brutality has jumped a few notches in this match!

CL: I don’t think this’ll be the last time it does.

CM: Ooo! Roxie’s chest…hmmm, perhaps I should massage it for her after the match to try and sooth that. Or, or, or! I could see if a bit of T.L.C. can’t help Jaime’s award winning face from looking too rough after the match with the shots she’s taking!

A small satisfaction seems to enter the features of FIW’s Sweetheart when she sees that it is her rival that is the first to start to sway from the strikes. Such an expression doesn’t go unnoticed and seems to fuel Roxie because she wills her body to stay still and is the first one to land a flurry of strikes instead of a singular one! The blows rock the champion and send her reeling, and the Hellcat is quick to follow after her in perhaps a foolish decision because she gets a chop for her troubles! Not done yet, Jaime shakes off the strikes’ after effects and unloads several more back handed chops in a flurry to the chest of her challenger to applause from the fans!

CL: The anger is starting to seep into these two which isn’t a surprise, they’ve been sitting on these fucking emotions for a near six months!

CM: Hey, come on girls, no need to potentially ruin each others’ looks over a belt…If you want one so bad I can buy you both some belts after the show!

JH: It isn’t just a belt Chip, it is a championship and the pinnacle of a Hellcat’s career! It means every thing to both of these women and neither wants to be the one to walk away saying they didn’t give it all in hopes of walking home with it!

Grabbing her wrist, the champion goes to whip her challenger towards the ropes only for her to reverse it, and then at the last possible second the champion reverses it back! Out to the floor Galanoochies goes and manages to land on her feet, proud of herself for such a fact and letting the fans know that is how she feels. When she turns around unfortunately for her it isn’t as grand because Lee races to the ropes and dives through them with a tope con hilo! Butt first FIW’s Sweetheart collides with the Zaibatsu member and the two ladies crash into the front row, taking out several fans and seats with them in the process!

CM: Super crazy flippy thing!

JH: A tope con hilo to the outside! Jaime and Roxie take out a small sections of fans in the process too!

CL: What the hell is that one doing?!

Constance is in reference to the fan that’s stirred to his feet and is stomping on Jaime to shock & jeers from the fans, and disbelief from Tony. The senior official hurries over to the ropes and exits the ring, and then grabs the man by his mullet that…falls off to reveal a bleached blond quiff underneath it! A sneer is all Black gets from Mr. Blond as he stands down and the Zaibatsu member proceeds to do his signature laugh as a second figure appears behind Tony. Tanaka helps his charge back up to her feet and the three starts to stomp the fallen champion, the fans caught between jeering their hurting Jaime & cheering their native son.

JH: The Tanaka Zaibatsu?! Darn it! This match has fallen apart within moments!

CL: Was Blond wearing Jim’s mullet as a wig?

CM: I think so, though we’re missing my home boy, Shaun!

The Crow discusses a strategy with his cohorts and soon the challenger turns and makes it over to the apron, leaping up onto it in a crouched position. While Tanaka & Blond scoop up the dazed body of Jaime and hoist her up in between them, a leg on each of their shoulders in a double powerbomb type set-up. It is then that Galanoochie races across the apron and jumps into the air, taking flight and letting Lee meet her crotch first with a plancha into a double powerbomb! Easily the two pull their comrade right up to her feet in between them, and the three share a hearty laugh at the expense of the Hellcat at their feet.

CL: A triple team maneuver!

CM: That was friggin’ awesome!

JH: This is deplorable! Daisuke Tanaka is ruining our main event!

First it is quiet though steadily the cheer grows till nearly the entire Tokyo Dome is cheering when a blur comes out from the back, and hurries down the steps. By the time the Zaibatsu turn around to see what it is Blond gets a steel chair thrown right into his face, and it sends him sprawling out onto a few fallen fans! The Crow is quicker to the up take and whips around, in mid-turn throwing out one of his needles and blocking a throwing dagger handled by Extreme Ninja #2! The two ninja glare into each other’s near by faces and EN #2 pushes back, breaking the lock up and tossing the dagger at the other ninja that leaps back into the crowd to avoid it!

CM: What’s that dork doing out here?!

JH: Evening the odds by the looks of it!

CL: Fucking lover boy had to stick his nose into this.

Ninja’s attention turns to the Hellcats and he stares at Roxie for several moments, her doing the same exact thing and then he peacefully moves past her. Trying to check on Jaime to see if she’s alright, the FSC gets a mouth full from Loganand eventually gives up doing much to turn his sights back to the crowd. His hidden eyes scanning it as carefully as they can for the other ninja that fled into it to hide away from him, and soon there after rushes into it. Jaime perhaps only aware of his departure as she starts to stir then and because of this brings her challenger back into the reality of the situation, and closes in on her.

JH: Now we are back to how it should be!

CL: A dyke and a chick who used to be a lil’ crazy?

CM: I don’t know…I think Jaime might still be a lil’ crazy.

Double axe handle is what comes down onto the back of FIW’s Sweetheart and makes her attempt to get to her feet collapse underneath her. She gets stomped a few more times and then the Hellcat turns her sights away from her rival, and ascends back up onto the apron and makes her way over to the closest turnbuckle. Little by little Galanoochie carefully climbs up the turnbuckle, taking a peak back to check on Jaime every time she makes it up one buckle of the corner. Finally she finds her way to the very top of the turnbuckle, several of the fans getting to their feet in fear & anticipation on what might be coming next.

CL: Taking a big risk for still under the thirty minute mark.

CM: Who cares?! This is going to be boss!

JH: Either way this is going to be disastrous for some one!

Turning around gingerly on the top of the buckle the Zaibatsu member gets up fully and stands on top of the corner, around eight feet up in the air. She takes a small gulp as she eyes the distance and a deep inhale, and then a deep exhale follows after it and a small nod as the fans start to buzz with excitement. Without any thing else left to do, the challenger leaps from the turnbuckle and soars through the air, going over half way across the ringside area! Even with this impressive distance and height things turn horrid for her when Jaime rolls out of the way of the elbow drop & lets her rival crash and burn on the ringside mats!

CM: Ow-ow-ow-ow-OUCH~!!!

JH: Crash and burn! Good lord! Roxie might have broken her own arm!

CL: Sucks that even if she didn’t, that’s the one Jaime used the fujiwara on earlier in the match!

Swiveling up to a knee the champion surveys the damage and tries to figure out the situation, visible confusion on her face when she notices the dazed Blond in the crowd. Picking herself up, she makes her way over to her rival and pulls her back up to her feet though struggles with the near dead weight state she is in at this point. Jaime wraps one of her own arms around Galanoochie’s neck and throws one of Galanoochie’s arms over her neck, trapping the hurt arm. As fast as a lightning bolt FIW’s Sweeheart snaps back and drives her foe spine first against the ringside mats in a suplex, getting a round of applause from the fans.

JH: Suplex right on the floor! And, with the arm trapped to further damage it!

CL: Shit, that was pretty sick to see after Roxie just finished that fall she took.

CM: Vicious! That kitty has claws, meow!

Lifting her up to her feet, she got back up to her own, Jaime leads the dazed Galanoochie over to the apron and throws her back into the ring. FIW’s Sweetheart hops up onto the apron and enters the ring, and gives her rival a quick stomp to the head to ensure she’s dazed and stays down on the mat. She waves over to Loganwho gives her the micro phone and she taps on it a few times, making sure that it is on and that it is still functional after the abuse it took. There is a small gasp from a few fans when Lee actually steps on the hurting arm of the Zaibatsu member and leans over her, the micro phone between them.

Jaime Lee: Say it!

Roxie Galanoochie: N-never!

Jaime Lee: Just say it!

Roxie Galanoochie: Rrraaagh…No! Bite me!

Wrong answer it would seem, because the champion hops into the air and double stomps right down onto the hurting arm to screams from her challenger! She waits a few moments and through the pain Galanoochie continues to shake her head negative, and reluctantly Jaime looks ready to do another double stomp. However the Zaibatsu member pleads with her not to, and is down right in tears as she begs with her to have some mercy on her opponent & spare her. Leery over this plea, FIW’s Sweetheart leans back over with the micro phone in hand so that both of their voices can be picked up by it.

Jaime Lee: Are you ready to give up then?

Roxie Galanoochie: No!

Jaime Lee: Then I’m going to!

Roxie Galanoochie: No! I mean…please don’t! I…I can’t say those words b-

Jaime Lee: Say them or I do it aga-

The Hellcat Division Champion is interrupted when her feet are swept out from underneath her and she face plants onto the canvas. Roughly she is pulled out of the ring and along the way drops the micro phone, and soon comes face to face with the man who did both actions to her. Trying his best to restrain her Shaun Wilson mockingly blows her a kiss and says some seemingly sleazy flirtatious comments towards FIW’s Sweetheart. Eventually she manages to break free from him and responds to his flirting comments with a spinning back roundhouse kick to the cranium & sends him crumbling to the floor!

CL: Turn the Beat Around!

CM: No! My dog! Jaime, what have you done?! He’s down, he’s my homie, and he would’ve treated you right if you had become his boo!

JH: I think, or hope, Jaime has better taste than to associate with Shaun Wilson romantically!

Nodding with a satisfied smirk on her face, Jaime turns around and is floored by the Hellcat’s body flying through the middle rope and taking her out! The two ladies fall backwards and into yet another section of the front row fans, these ones luckily not taking the blunt of it as badly as the others. Clutching her right arm Galanoochie gets up to her feet with a look of determination, and grabs hold of some thing as she awaits Lee to stir and get back up to her feet. FIW’s Sweetheart does end up stirring & getting back up to her feet and catches the steel chair the Zaibatsu member threw at her only to get a spinning back roundhouse kick to the face with it!

CM: A steel chair assisted…uh…Turn the Beat Around?

JH: Roxie just used Jaime’s own signature on her!

CL: Correction, Roxie one upped Jaime with her own signature by not only using it on her but also using a steel chair with it. Even if her version of the maneuver was sloppy as spaghetti on wet bread.

Tokyo’s crowd is less than thrilled with Roxie’s theft and lets her know it while she picks back up the dazed champion, and tucks her head within the inner arm of the champion. She wraps her arms around the waist of Jaime and barrels forward with her, ramming her back first into the steel apron that results in her throwing her head back & crying out. Pulling back away from the apron Galanoochie does it again, and again, and a fourth time, and pulls back the farthest she’s gone since the first time & then hits a fifth time! Carefully she throws FIW’s Sweetheart up onto the apron and follows her up to it, pulling her up onto her feet by her hair once they are up there.

JH: This doesn’t look good for Jaime! The title might be slipping from her grasp!

CL: Roxie is one demented bitch when she wants to be, I’ll give her that much.

CM: You can definitely tell she was the type of girl that came off as the girl-next-door but deep down was a kinky freak.

Whatever the Hellcat had in mind becomes pointless as a last fleeting attempt to avoid such a fate occurs with punches connecting to the Hellcat’s midsection. Hunched over and gasping for air, it leaves her wide open for Jaime to stand up and cross one of their legs, snatch her near arm and wrenches it. Several fans stand up in awe and many more join the ones already doing it when she locks in the front chancery, a dazed grimace on her features. Nothing more to do, FIW’s Sweetheart throws her body back and takes Galanoochie for the ride and spikes her head first onto the apron with an arm wrench & leg hooked DDT!

CL: Holy shit! Blood on the Dance Floor on the apron!

CM: Roxie’s neck might’ve just compressed!

JH: This match is a near mirror reflection of their actual rivalry, the brutality and violence has steadily inclined between the two as time has progressed!

Pushing her limp body back into the ring, the champion enters under the middle rope shortly after her challenger and picks up the micro phone on her way in. It seems the last sudden drop might’ve damaged it a bit, she turns it off and then turns it back on and blows into the device a few times. Soon it is back to working perfectly fine and she saunters over to the dazed Galanoochie who is feebly trying to stir and make sense of any thing right now. Sadly for her Jaime plants her foot against her chest to keep her grounded while behind the duo Logan Black is pulled out of the ring much like Jaime was earlier!

CM: Roxie looks out of it! How is she going to say it?!

JH: Hey! What the bloody hell happened to Tony?!

CL: Look who else has decided to crash the party.

Not even bothering to explain why or argue with the referee, the Great White Hype cracks his kendo stick over the skull of the official! In a heap he falls to hiss like jeers aimed at Adam who blows them off and ignores Jaime who turned around to see the attack on the referee. She walks a little closer to the ropes when he hops up onto the apron and dives under the top rope to get into the ring, walking right past her and her confused expression. As Lee goes out to check on Logan, Adam is busy else where when he cracks his kendo stick over the cranium of Roxie who was up to her knees!

JH: Adam Wilson’s crusade against the Hellcat Division continues! As if the Tanaka Zaibatsu wasn’t enough, now he’s trying to rain on the Hellcats’ parade!

CL: Did any one else notice how he ignored Jaime?

CM: Yeah! Maybe they really are working together!

A sound theory considering Wilson bothers with holding his kendo stick up over his head to show boat and get more jeers from the fans after his assault of Roxie. That is until he looks over his shoulder at Jaime who is helping Logan back into the ring, a hard and cold glare peering out from his eyes at her. He turns around and grips his kendo stick like a baseball bat, staring at FIW’s Sweetheart who has her back turned to him and just stands there for several moments. More time ticks by and Hype continues to just stand there, never making his move, his expression starting to twitch and show signs of confliction on it.

CL: Fuck sake, if you are going to hit the bitch, hit her already!

CM: Come on now Hype, don’t be soft.

JH: What goes on in that man’s head is beyond me!

Things don’t get any easier when Jaime Lee turns around and almost jumps out of her boots, finding out what her situation really is at the moment. She stares at Hype with a mixture of shock and horror as he looks still ready to swing to try and send her head into the nose bleed section of the arena. Yet the two just stand there for several moments, the champion unsure what to do and her former love interest looking about as unsure as she is about it. He tries his hardest to shake off that confliction and raises the kendo stick over his head a little, getting ready to unleash one hit yet his hands start to tremble…

CM: I think I might barf if he doesn’t hit her.

JH: Oh yeah, that shows real class Chip!

CL: Since when have we meant to expect class from Chip of all people?

But the outcome of this scenario is never found out because a familiar black & blue blur has slid into the ring behind the Great White Hype in a panic. He snatches Adam by the shoulder and whips him around, with ease due to his martial arts background knocking the kendo stick out of the man’s hands. For some reason, the Canadian native isn’t as conflicted about tackling Ninja over the top rope and trying to strangle him as he was with attacking Jaime! FIW’s Sweetheart races over to the closest side of the ring to where they are, EN #2 trying to restrain Wilson though throat jabs & other dirty tricks help keep Wilson in business!

JH: Extreme Ninja #2 saved what could’ve become a very explosive situation!

CL: I’m not sure who needs to get a room more, Jaime Lee and Extreme Ninja #2 or Jaime Lee and Adam Wilson OR Adam Wilson and Extreme Ninja #2.

CM: Seriously, those two fight like a old married couple!

Every thing seems well and good now until a low basement dropkick sends Jaime’s knees buckling underneath her, and brings her down to them on the canvas. Within seconds Roxie is back up, and snatches hold of the champion’s arm and starts twisting & yanking on it by the thumb to hiss like jeers from the fans! Logan scurries over by the motion of the Zaibatsu member’s other hand to get over there, and he picks up & brings the micro phone with him per the motions of her hand. Galanoochie roars out another order and Logan obeys, putting the micro phone between the two of them to pick up what they both say as Jaime screams out.

CL: Thumb Breaker! The very submission that injured Jaime’s sister!


Roxie Galanoochie: Say it!


CM: Holy crap, this is hot.


Jaime Lee: Aaaaah! No! Never!


JH: Jaime could end up like her sister did!


Roxie Galanoochie: Say it or I’ll like break every bone in your arm!


CL: Chip…you’re right, this is some fucking sexy shit.


Jaime Lee: Aaaaaahhhh! Aaaaaargghhhhhhhhh! Alright! I quit! I quit!


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CM: She did it! She actually did it!

JH: My lord…We have a new Hellcat Division Champion! Jaime Lee has been dethroned after months of holding the championship!


MA: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by verbal submission…and NEW and second ever Full Intensity Wrestling Hellcat Division Champion…RRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOXIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE GAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAANNNNOOOOOOOCHIE~!!!


”Dare” by Gorillaz explodes over the P.A. system just as Roxie releases the hold and a huge grin spreads across her face in disbelief. Her grin grows larger and larger, and almost child like as she starts jumping up and down in joy when she sees Logan retrieve the silver belt. Before he can get past the ropes a figure appears before him and snatches the title belt, Daisuke cackling his trademark laughter as he makes his way over to Galanoochie. Blond & Shaun recovering on the outside and slide into the ring, applauding Roxie as Tanaka straps the championship around her waist.

CM: Yeeeeeeeeah boy! It’s celebration time! The Tanaka Zaibatsu and I are gonna hit the town, baby!

JH: I just can’t believe it! After all this time and Roxie Galanoochie finally has proven her merit!

CL: Even with all the chaos that went on through the match there’s no denying these two beat the shit out of each other. For now the rivalry may very well be over.

Both Adam Wilson & Extreme Ninja #2 pause when the music hits & they hear the announcement, Hype pointing the blame on EN #2. Where as the FSC shakes his head and shoves Wilson away from him, making his way into the ring and slips past the Zaibatsu’s contingent. He kneels down before the aching Jaime Lee and tries to check on her, and rubs her back in a meek attempt to console his friend over the loss. Hype snarls at the sight of this and then glares at the Zaibatsu, and heads to the back in a storm.

JH: We’ve seen so much tonight! As we said before, FIW will never be the same again after tonight!

CL: Fuck right, we have some new champions amongst other things!

CM: Crackerjack’s dead! DEAD!

Blond & Shaun hoist Roxie up onto their shoulders and strut her around the ring, the Hellcat giggling and giddy as she celebrates her victory. Her hands tightly wrapped around the silver plates that are strapped to the belt around her waist, the fans give her polite applause over the fight. After a while they set her back down on her feet and the four of them strike the classic NINJA LUV(~!) pose, various shades of mist flying into the air over their heads! The camera zooms in on the Hellcat Division Championship and then up to the grinning face of Roxie Galanoochie one last time.

CL: Any ways, we’re all outta time for tonight’s birthday bash, for Hitchen and Chip, I’m Constance and we’ll see you next week on ReVolt…you wouldn’t FUCKING DARE miss it!

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