Ammunition 16.3 Results!!!

We start with P Thurston Devreaux, who is looking prim and proper at his desk, ready to make an announcement.

Devreaux: Tonight is our last show before Catalyst. And I have a lot of decisions to make tonight regarding the card for our big Pay Per View. But I can announce two matches have been finalized. First off, the C4 Championship match.

Devreaux looks down to a prepared statement, straightening his tie.

Devreaux: As Leviticus successfully defeated the champion in a match, he has a claim towards the number one contendership. However, Hannibal Frost and Hostyle have outstanding title shots as well. So to resolve this situation, the C4 championship will be contended in a fourway elimination match at Catalyst, with C4 rules active. Meaning that a contender will have to be knocked out, submitted, or disqualified in order to be eliminated, with the last man standing emerging with the C4 Championship.

Devreaux looks down at his paper, frowning.

Devreaux: Next, I have to address the Television Championship. Since the title is now vacated and defunct due to the shenanigans of Gold Standard Wrestling, a new title will replace it. That match would have contained anyone who signed up to be my tag partner tonight, but since nobody did, it will instead feature the last three Television champions. Jonathan King, John Andrews and Jimmy Ice.[/i]

The camera cuts to a shot of Sage and Santana Braxton hovering outside Devreaux’s office whispering and giggling to each other. Santana knocks on the door and steps back to stand beside her sister. Moments later, the door opens and P. Thurston Devreaux appears, seemingly surprised by the visit from the twins.

Devreaux: Ladies, can I help you with something? I’m a bit busy here.

Sage: We’re hoping you can help us, actually. See, word going around backstage is that you’re sanctioning a new championship belt at Catalyst and -

Devreaux: - after you and your lot destroyed any credibility the Television Title had.

Santana: I beg to differ.

Sage: Regardless, I’ve come to discuss our position at Catalyst. We both have nothing planned for it so we’d like to be in a match for the new championship. We’ve been very successful during our tenure here at FMW and feel as if it should be rewarded.

Santana gently places her hand on Devreaux’s shoulder and flicks her hair around seductively as she smiles at him. Devreaux ignores her and ponders Sage’s title proposition.

Devreaux: It’s true. Despite your very questionable methods, you have done pretty well here…

Sage and Santana start giggling and continue to attempt to hair-flip their way to a title match. Finally, Devreaux brushes Santana’s hand off his shoulder and looks at her dead in the eye.

Devreaux: Do you want the good news first or the bad news?

Santana: The good would be nice.

Devereaux: I’m booking you in a match for the new championship at Catalyst.

The girls scream in celebration and begin bouncing around in front of Devreaux, holding onto each other’s arms.

Devreaux: Bad news is only one of you will be competing in the match. Sort it out between yourselves and we’ll have a deal. Now, if you will excuse me, I was addressing…

Sage: Oh please, nobody cares. Not when Gold Standard Wrestling is about to make a BIGGER announcement.

We cut to the ring, where ”Been to Hell is playing, with the usual GSW titantron of various FMW talent being injured and dismantled plays. Matt Dunn stands in front of a group including Crusoe, Leviticus, Ultraviolent Champion Jeff Whitt, Jonathan King, and “Sean Jensen”. The crowd boos as GSW swarms the ramp.

Dunn: It wasn’t too long ago that Gold Standard Wrestling was looked down upon. We were the little upstart that couldn’t. You all laughed, you all booed, but you all lack any high ground to stand upon and look down on us now. We are the stable of champions. We are taking every single title in Full Metal Wrestling, and that’s just the start. What we are about is no less than the destruction of this company.

Crusoe: You people love this company, Canada’s own Full Metal Wrestling. The biggest wrestling federation ever to come from America’s attic.

This comment garners nuclear heat for Crusoe, who smiles as the crowd chants “FMW”.

Dunn: We have the rightful TV champion. We have the UV champion. We will soon have the C4 Champion. At some point, we’ll take those tag belts away from the Grey Inferno. But we also are here to announce that we have signed a new member, who will compete for the Full Metal Championship soon enough. In fact…

”God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash hits. Drew Michael’s tron plays to a stunned crowd, as GSW motions towards the curtain. After a minute, nobody has appeared through the curtain, and GSW points and laughs at the crowd, who boo.

Whitt: Oh man, that was good. You people are GULLIBLE!

Dunn: No, but seriously, this new member is going to be a death bell for Full Metal Wrestling. He’ll be the type of competitor that everyone knows should be in contention for the belt. In fact, the guy we signed already has a guaranteed shot at the Full Metal Championship. Ladies and gentlemen, your main event for Mount Vesuvius will be whichever schmuck wins at Catalyst against….

”Grace” hits, with Leon Caprice’s entrance video playing. The crowd reacts again, as GSW point towards the entrance, but again nobody appears. More boos reign down.

[b]Dunn: You people are idiots. We’re not revealing who our next member is today. We’re telling you at Catalyst.

Levi: It’s fitting, you know. A catalyst is something that accelerates a change. And what we will be introducing is someone who will expedite the death of this hell hole, and quickly give rise to a new era… where Gold Standard Wrestling is the name in front of every pay-per-view. Where Gold Standard Wrestling is the new top name in wrestling.

The Braxtons appear on the ramp, taking arms with Jonathan King. They walk him down to the ring, giving him a kiss on each cheek as the rest of GSW walks out to their music.

We come back from commercial just as Outlaw John Andrews begins to make his entrance. The fans cheer for him as he walks to the ring.

Buster: Introducing first, OUTLAW JOHN ANDREWS!

Hostyle: And here we'll be seeing John Andrews trying to get some measure of payback against Jonathon King, and by extension the Braxtons.

Sound:: I wish him the utmost luck in doing so. It would be very entertaining seeing those three getting knocked down a peg.

Hostyle: Andrews, of course, is currently a slave to the Braxtons, though that is actually being lifted specifically for this match, for purposes of fairness.

Sound:: I hope he takes FULL advantage of that.

Hostyle: Likewise.

In the other corner, King holds up his now defunct TV title, with the Braxtons cheering him on.

Sound:: I quite hope they all suffer horrid accidents while traveling.

Hostyle: How eloquent.

Sound:: I am not a fan of the GSW. And I know you're not either.

Hostyle: No. No I am not.

Sound:: Especially due to what King did to the Television title.

Hostyle: I have never seen a championship become so devalued so quickly.

Sound:: An achievement that only someone like King could manage.

Hostyle: Andrews actually leaving the ring to step up to King. What's this about?

Sound:: He's yanked the television title from King! And tossed it aside!

Hostyle: Much like King did to the belt's standing.

Sound:: And Sage getting into Andrews face now.

Hostyle: What's she saying to him?

Sound:: It Sounds to me like she's telling Andrews to not enter the ring. She was informed her control over him is void for the match, yes?

Hostyle: Of course, so I don't know wh-KING FROM BEHIND WITH THE MONEY SHOT!

Sound:: A godforesaken trick!

Hostyle: King rolling Andrews into the ring, the bell has rung, he's covering him.

Sound:: Not like this, damn it!

Hostyle: 1...2....KICK OUT!

Sound:: Yes! Now break his poncey face!
King, after his sneak attack failed, seemed wary of hooking up with Andrews again. The big man however decides for him, quickly grabbing King and tossing him into the corner. King is then quickly met with a running boot to the jaw from Andrews, who seems quite pleased as King crumples to the floor. He goes for a quick cover, but as the referee is counting, Sage grabs King's foot and puts it on the rope, with the referee missing her help in this and only seeing the foot on the rope, so it ends as a 2 count.

Andrews looks at Sage, clearly thinking that she had a part in that. From behind him King slides up and rolls him up, but Andrews kicks out quickly and rolls backwards to his feet. King attempts to scramble away, but Andrews grabs him and drops them both to the mat, King caught in a Fujiwara Armbar. Outside the ring, Sage suddenly trips, and begins to hold her ankle while crying in pain. The referee looks out to see what's going on with her as King starts to tap out to the pain. Andrews, realizing what's happening, releases the hold and yells at the referee. The referee looks back at Andrews, and Sage immediately jumps back to her feet, totally fine, and sticks her tongue out at an enraged Andrews. Before he can do anything about it, he's tackled from behind by King, who attempts to lock in an armbar of his own, but Andrews grabs the ropes. The referee breaks them both up and has them stand up. King tries to go in for a grapple, but Andrews drives his boot into King's gut as the Braxtons look on in sudden despair.

Andrews has him in position for the Outlaw Drop, but Santana reaches in and grabs King's leg, pulling him away from Andrews, which the referee does not see. But this time, Andrews did. The man flies into a rage and rolls out of the ring, Santana starting to run as Andrews gives chase. They almost make a full circle around the ring before Santana grabs a chair from ringside and swings it at Andrews, who to her shock merely catches it and yanks it from her hands, causing her to go off balance and stumble. Andrews catches her and bends her over his knee, and begins to smack her buttocks with the chair in an erotic manner.

After he's done with that he drops the chair and Santana and rolls back into the ring, but as he is back to his feet, Sage grabs his boot. He turns to shake her off, and King comes from behind, grabbing him and hitting the Money Shot, pinning him for a three count.

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Buster: And here is your winner, JONATHON KING!

The bell rings as the Braxtons rush into the ring to embrace King, who's looking extremely satisfied with himself after that. Sage hands King the television title that Andrews tossed aside, and King hoists it over his head like it means something.

Hostyle: That right there is simple highway robbery.

Sound:: Usually I'd criticize your dramatic flair, but I agree. Andrews was clearly the better man there, and the referee was too stupid to see every little trick they pulled out there.

Hostyle: I can't blame the referee for it, you have to watch the two men inside the ring normally, and you add the two girls on the outside? Ridiculous.

Sound:: King showing that he never deserved the TV title here though.

Hostyle: Doesn't matter now, TV title is dead.

Sound:: Because of him. And now we have to wonder what will happen at Catalyst when those three are all in the same match for the NEW title!

Hostyle: A worrying thought, partner. We'll be right back.

[b]Cherry: The following contest is a tag match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the special guest referee… HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSTYLLLLLLLE!

[i]Hostyle waves to the crowd in the ring, right before ”Been To Hell” hits, as the usual GSW video package hits. Crusoe leads the way down to the ring, with Leviticus and Matt Dunn. Crusoe makes his way to the announcer’s table.

Cherry: Now entering the ring from Gold Standard Wrestling… LEEEVITICUSSSS AND MATT… DUNNNNNNN!

Sound: Oh boy… It looks I’m being joined by GSW spokesman Crusoe.

Crusoe: Don’t sound so excited. It’s a good thing, we’re finally going to have the other side of the debate on the air. Instead of your usual blind pro-FMW drivel remaining unopposed.

Sound: You know, I was fine calling this match by myself. Heck, I was kind of hoping they’d give Hostyle a live wireless mic in there. Who put you here?

Crusoe: Nobody. I just saw the empty chair, and we at GSW… we seize these sorts of opportunities.

”Dead or Alive” hits, as Hannibal Frost appears at the entrance ramp. Before he can even pose, Skyler has bolted ahead of him and has rushed the ring, brawling with GSW.

Sound: And here we go! Right hands by Skyler on Levi. He ducks a clothesline attempt from Dunn and NAILS a spinning heel kick. DROPSAULT! LEVI FLUNG OUT OF THE RING, SKYLER WITH THE PIN… ONE…NO!

Crusoe: What… what was that? That’s some blatant cheap-shottery right there. He attacked my boys before they were even ready!

Sound: Skyler with a score to settle tonight. Trying to avenge a loss to Leviticus last week.

Crusoe: Which got us underdogs a shot at that C4 title he owns. It’s not too long until GSW runs Ammunition and Corruption.

Sound: Skyler off the ropes… REIMPLIMENTATION! HERE’S THE COVER… ONE…TWO… BROKEN UP BY LEVITICUS!

Crusoe: You’ve got to love the teamwork that these guys bring. They have always got each other’s back. They’re real team players, unlike the collection of selfish buffoons that comprise the rest of the Full Metal Wrestling roster.

Sound: Skyler jumps off the middle rope… DEVASTATING enziguri off the rebound! And that’s the kind of talent that FMW has to show. Meanwhile, Matt Dunn hasn’t gotten in a single move. That’s kind of been the story for him for a long time.

Crusoe: Dunn is the heart of GSW. He’s a veteran leader who has seen so much of the history of both GSW and FMW. He’s withstood some beatings before, he’s fine. Trust me on this. The man is a lion underneath.

Sound: Skyler to the corner, tags in Hannibal Frost with some reluctance.

Crusoe: See… selfishness. This is the sort of thing that’s killing your beloved federation.

Sound: Hannibal with a knock-down clothesline. Hannibal with a shoulder block. Building some steam here. Off the… NO!... Hannibal is sent tumbling over the top rope!

Crusoe: Leviticus draws the ire of the officials, but that’s just a smart play by a real team player. Leviticus, no matter what you think of him, he’s a believer. You can’t have enough guys like Leviticus on your side.

Sound: Dunn to the corner… makes the tag. Leviticus looks down at Frost… seated senton from the apron!

Crusoe: Here’s an interesting thing about Skyler. He won the vacant C4 title in a non-C4 match. He didn’t get the deciding fall in his only ever C4 match. He doesn’t… from my knowledge, have a submission finisher which you’d typically need to win a C4 rules match. So how exactly is he qualified to be champion?

Sound: All true I suppose. But Skyler isn’t the only FMW member in that fight at Catalyst. And you’ll remember that Frost submitted Leviticus only a few shows ago.

Crusoe: That washed up old fool? Is anyone really scared of him?

Sound: Leviticus rolls Frost onto the apron. Stomps from Matt Dunn draw the ire of Hostyle. Levi into the ring.

Crusoe: I guess I’m supposed to overlook the massive conflict of interest here? Where Hostyle is the “impartial” referee?

Sound: He’s facing both Frost and Skyler at Catalyst…

Crusoe: Oh please. Like he’s not a complete homer for FMW. He’s been biased against GSW since we showed up.

Sound: Maybe it didn’t help that you all beat him down twice last week. I’m sure that had nothing to do with it, right?

Crusoe: It goes back longer than that! You and Hostyle have been against us from the start just because we wanted to carve out our own niche here in Full Metal Wrestling.

Sound: Suplex into the ring by Leviticus!

Crusoe: Because we aspire to be part of something better, because we would upset your precious order of things and your cushy little announcing job where you get to make lots of money for speaking into a microphone once a week, pretending that people still care and remember who Dalby Sound was as a wrestler. You don’t like us because we’re the future.

Sound: Leviticus with an armbar… single-arm DDT. Taking apart the shoulder of Hannibal Frost.

Crusoe: Oh, so now you ignore me. But a revolution is here Dalby Sound. We’re legitimate, a force to be reckoned with. And no amount of smarmy “GSW sucks” remarks is going to change that.

Sound: Would you shut up, I’m trying to do my job here!

Crusoe: Look at Leviticus. LOOK AT THAT PERFECT SHOULDERBREAKER! Do you doubt that this man has the prowess to take apart your host of pretenders at Catalyst? This is the future C4 Champion.

Sound: Leviticus is just taking apart the former Full Metal Champion… TRIBUTE! HE JUST KNOCKED SKYLER RIGHT OFF THE APRON!

Crusoe: Brilliant move. A brilliant strategy by a gifted competitor.

Sound: I call that a cheap shot. Typical Gold Standard Stuff if you ask me.

Crusoe: You would, because you wouldn’t know the meaning of the word objective.

Sound: Leviticus in control now. He tags in Dunn, who climbs to the top. Piledriver position… double piledriver!

Crusoe: Look at that. I haven’t seen that move in ages. That’s got to hurt old Frosty bones there.

Sound: Frost in pain, and Dunn just slaps him upside the head. Now in a mount, just reigning down blows to the unprotected skull of Hannibal Frost.

Crusoe: Notice that they aren’t trying for a pin. They don’t want to get a quick win… they understand that these people have paid to see some lengthy action. So they’re going to give them their money’s worth, by beating these two idiots until they can’t stand anymore.

Sound: And that has nothing to do with trying to gain an advantage going into Catalyst.

Crusoe: Of course not. Why would Leviticus waste his energy before his big crowning achievement? How would that make any sense.

Sound: You know Dunn is in right now… nevermind. Dunn stomping on a nearly lifeless Hannibal Frost, but Hostyle pulls him off.

Crusoe: Was that roughness really necessary? Is Hostyle trying to prove that he’s a tough guy or is he just going to do his job?

Sound: Dunn taking exception, and shoves Hostyle aside. A boot choke from Dunn and Hostyle pulls him off.

Crusoe: He didn’t even give him a 4 count! How unfair is that?

Sound: Dunn is mad… HE SWUNG AT HOSTYLE… WHO HIT HIM WITH A SPINNING… INVERTED… TILT-A-WHIRL…DRIVER…THING!

Crusoe: It’s comical how bad you are at your job. And how bad Hostyle is. How is this proper refereeing?

Sound: Leviticus into the ring… HOSTYLE CATCHES THE TRIBUTE!

Hostyle yells “not this time, cock-jockey”

Sound: HE THROWS LEVI OUT BY HIS LEG! TWISTING CAPTURE SUPLEX THROW!

Crusoe: How is this remotely fair? You see this! This is the bias we face everyday!

Sound: Skyler staggering to his feet on the apron… Hostyle drags Frost over and has him tag in Skyler!

Crusoe: He’s not even trying to be fair!

Sound: SKYLER GRABS DUNN… EXHILE TO OBLIVION! ONE…TWO…THREE! DOWN GOES GSW!

Cherry: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… HANNIBAL FROST AND SKYYYYYYLERRRRRR STRIIIIIIIKERRRRRRRRR

Hannibal Frost and Skyler Striker (0 + 3.95 APS + .5 AVS = 4.45 Total)
Matt Dunn and Leviticus (0 + 3.8 APS + .4 AVS = 4.2 Total)

”We Owe This To Ourselves” plays as Skyler walks up the ramp, holding his C4 title up high.

Crusoe: This means nothing! You guys won by a bunch of illegal interference and outright cheating.

Sound: Well now, it’s only fair to give GSW a dose of its own medicine. You guys are masters in the art of wrestling shenanigans, aren’t you?

Crusoe: You can’t even defend that match, that outright miscarriage of justice. All you have is slander and lies. I’m done.

Crusoe throws his headset down and walks off to attend to his fallen clients.

Sound: Oh man, I’m glad that’s done with. Skyler Striker picking up some momentum heading into Catalyst, and finally we’re seeing some people stand up to these bullies! This is shaping up to be a good night! GOOD JOB, PARTNER!

We go backstage to Devreaux, meeting with Abel Steele. Devreaux holds a clipboard, waving it emphatically.

Devreaux: Abel, I… don’t want to go through with this match.

Abel: Why? Nobody wanted to help out a parasitic ex-lawyer who abuses talent?

Devreaux: That’s part of it. But I only put this match in to test you. I wanted you to sign that agreement to independent testing. I thought to myself that no man would put himself through a match if he’s hurt. I thought you might be reasonable.

Abel: I am reasonable. I have offered countless settlement offers, but ultimately you’ve decided to be an obstacle. And tonight, you’re going to suffer for it.

Devreaux: This is your last chance Abel. This match has been turned into a no-disqualification match. I will use whatever resources necessary to defend myself. If you’re hurt, you shouldn’t be doing this.

Abel nods, and motions for the clipboard. Devreaux smiles and hands it to him. A pen slides off of it.

Devreaux: Oh, I’ll get that…

Devreaux bends down to retrieve the pen. As he stands back up, he is greeted by a sucker punch from Abel Steele, firing his “injured” right hand to the jaw of the General Manager.

Abel: Oh… hey… look at that. All better. It’s a miracle.

Abel bends down to Devreaux, who is struggling to get up.

Abel: You may have cost me my settlement, but it looks like I’m getting the last laugh anyway. See you out there… boss.

*Match lost due to circumstances. Summary below*
Abel then drags him out to the ring for this match. Abel's attorney is not present as Abel beats on the Ammunition GM. The announcers wonder who Abel's partner is, when "Grace" hits, and Leon Caprice makes his return. Leon nails God's Wrath and then places Devreaux on top of Abel for the win (.8 AVS - .2 AVS), chuckling at the embarrassment that must come with losing to a goddamn general manager.

After the match, Anwyl slides in and blasts Leon with his finisher. Anwyl and Abel then stomp on their fallen opponents before shaking hands. The announcers speculate that a new tag team has arrived.

We see the fake Sean Jensen, his face obscured by a bandanna and wearing a GSW arm band. He speaks directly to the camera, his face almost unrecognizable in the shadows.

”Sean”: My real name is Shawn Jansen Vandenbosch. Sean Jensen was a name I went by for these last few months, partially because it was similar to my real name, and partially because there was an existing wrestler already using that name who had gained some sort of fame. The sort of fame that I used to have, under a completely different identity.

The man pulls away his bandanna, revealing a weathered face of a blond-haired 30-something male.

”Shawn?”: But my real name is not catchy. My real name isn’t the sort of name that people remember when they leave the arena. My real name is a Belgian name that most North Americans quickly forget, because it’s not a name that they are familiar with. I’ve never gone by that name before, and for good reason. I had never gone by a name before, only a title. And Sean Jensen saw fit to remove that name, that identity, from me.

The man massages his arm, drawing attention to the GSW armband.

”?”: I came to this federation looking to rebuild my wrestling career under a real name, and the quickest way to do this was by joining Gold Standard Wrestling. They fast-tracked me to employment, but I would see almost no matches as Sean Jensen held up my appearances on legal challenges. But tonight, I announce that I won’t be going by Sean Jensen any more. I will instead return to the title that some might remember me by, the identifying mask that has wrestled in countless promotions. A mask that means you will never see this face again, so unobscured.

The man steps back, and the lights in the room turn on. The man is now shown to be in a makeup room. On the racks to his right are dozens of brightly colored costumes, with a female stylist waiting to put some makeup on him.

”?”: I have only one weapon, and that is the weapon of mystery and surprise. I am a chameleon, appearing every week as something you’ve never seen before and will never see again. I am a master of disguise. I fooled all of Full Metal Wrestling into believing I was Sean Jensen, but that was only an opening act. Now, you will all bear witness to the INCREDIBLE RETURN OF… THE MYSTERY OPPONENT.

The Mystery Opponent grins and slams shut the door to his changing room. A simple question mark decorates the door, foreshadowing what is to come.

We come back to see Sean Jensen, already announced, making his way down the entrance ramp to the ring.

Hostyle: And next we have an... odd match up, to say the least.

Sound:: Indeed, as we'll see Sean Jensen take on, from GSW, the...Mystery Opponent, apparently.

Hostyle: Yes, TMO being the man who stole Jensen's identity and joined GSW.

Sound:: Who would want to steal Jensen's identity? Even Jensen doesn't want to be him.

Hostyle: Yes, well, apparently TMO likes to steal the identities of other wrestlers to use for himself.

Sound:: How wonderful. You know, when I heard the name, TMO, the first time I actually thought of-

Hostyle: Of TO?

Sound:: Yes, yes, him.

Hostyle: I did the same thing! I can't tell if what we're about to get is going to be a better or worse thing than that.

Sound:: Don't worry, I have something if it's worse...

Finally Jensen's theme cuts out as a question mark appears on the screen. After a moment solely of this, “Thriller” begins to play as the Mystery Opponent appears on the stage. He is a werewolf.

Buster: And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown and weighing in at 150lbs...THE MYSTERY OPPONENT!

Sound:: What.

Hostyle: That...is a werewolf costume.

Sound:: What.

Hostyle: ...I don't have an answer.

Sound:: What.

Jensen is equally confused as his opponent slides into the ring and faces down his opponent, whose identity he stole.

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The match starts with Jensen circling TMO. He attempts to get TMO in a lockup but TMO merely darts around behind him, hitting the ropes and trying to hit Jensen with a splash, but even with surprise on his side his paltry weight isn't enough to knock Jensen down. Jensen picks TMO up and finally locks up with him.

Jensen hits TMO with a gutkick out of the lockup and tries to DDT him but is shocked again when he stomps on Jensen's foot and then shoves him back out of the way. He then jumps on the ropes and tries for a hurricanrana, which he manages to get his legs around Jensen's head but is unable to flip him down, leading to Jensen spinning in a circle with TMO around his head. TMO finally drops down, and Jensen is left still spinning, looking dazed for not the first time in his life. TMO starts to animatedly laugh at him, but Jensen stops and slams an elbow in TMO's head sending him into the turnbuckle.

Jensen goes on the offensive, pushing himself against TMO in the corner and beginning to throw shots to his head. But on only the third shot, Jensen is surprised once more when TMO ducks out of the way and scurries out from between Jensen's legs, like a bratty 12 year old. Jensen hits the ropes and tries for a clothesline, but the entire crowd is shocked now as TMO dodges by moonwalking to the side, leaving Jensen stumbling and slack jawed.

As Jensen turns around to try and deal with TMO, TMO once again shocks him as he tosses one of the fake claws from his costume at Jensen. Jensen manages to catch it, but is distracted enough to allow TMO to hit him with a big dropkick, as the fans actually cheer for him.

Jensen slams his fist into the mat in anger and stands up, grabbing one of TMO's arms and whipping him into the ropes. He prepares to catch him, but is shocked for the final time as he is hit by a Pounce from TMO, taking them both down. TMO is quickly back to his feet while Jensen is still down, likely from confusion and shame shutting his brain down. TMO climbs the ropes and leaps off to hit Sean with his finisher...the shooting star press. The pinfall is counted.

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Buster: Here is your winner, THEEEEE MYSTERY OPPONENT!

Sound:: After that, there is only one thing to say.

Hostyle: ...that is?

Sound:: What.

Hostyle: I...agree. That was certainly an interesting matchup, and a big win for both the Mystery Opponent and for GSW as a whole. Did you hear those cheers?

Sound:: I heard a lot of things, but after this I don't think I trust my senses.

Hostyle: You have to wonder what's next for the Mystery Opponent.

Sound:: No, I'm good never thinking of this again. I have just the thing.

Hostyle:...Dalby are you drinking?

Sound:: Problem?

Hostyle: ...you know what, after that, give me a nip of it, hermano.

Sound:: Good man. We'll be right back.

We come backstage to Skyler Striker walking down the halls. His head is turned as Veronica Cherrywood’s noisy footsteps grow closer and closer. Eventually she catches up with him and he stops, sighing.

Striker: Yes?

Cherrywood: Sky… Sky… Skyler. Sorry… breath… catching. Um… question?

Striker: Yes, go on.

Cherrywood: There are rumours going around that you’re a bad C4 Champion… any truth to that?

Striker: Your question is to ask me whether I think that I’m a bad Champion?

Cherrywood: I guess…

Striker: I doubt anyone has or ever will answer ‘yes’.

Cherrywood: You’ve lost to Leviticus recently and haven’t picked up the pin in your prior tag match though.

Striker: So because I’ve lost one match and been on the winning end of a tag match, I’m a bad Champion. Does that sound right to you?

Cherrywood: Well…

Striker: I don’t know where you’re getting these questions from, but let me tell you this, and you can pass it on to whomever sent you to do this so called ‘interview’: I’m here for one reason, and that’s to be the best. This belt? I earned it. Won the number one contendership, won the title. All of it, in the ring. The only direction I’m going in is up. Because once I win my match at Catalyst and show Frost and Leviticus that I’m not playing around, I’ve got one man and one man only in my sights-

The camera pans out to reveal Leon Caprice approaching Skyler.

Caprice: Touching, Skyler. That you’d think of me like that.

Striker: Leon.

Caprice: Look, Skyler. The only direction you’re going is down. You’ve hit your glass ceiling, don’t you realise that? People like you make a joke out of this federation. That’s something I intend to change.

Striker: Oh? Well good luck with that. I hope your view from the very bottom of the totem pole is good enough so that you see me win at Catalyst.

Striker leaves, leaving Cherrywood and Caprice together.

Cherrywood: Where’s my fifty bucks? I asked him the questions, just like you wanted.

Leon plants a fifty dollar note in Veronica’s hands and motions for her to shoo, which she does. Caprice looks on after her as she goes.

Monster by Kanye West blasts through the PA system as the crowd erupts in an almost deafening chorus of boos. Seth Rotunda makes his way out onto the top of the ramp arrogantly waving his card around to the fans in the audience.
Sound: And here is the no#1 contender for Chris Austin's Full Metal Championship, Seth Rotunda, without his Pack buddies, might I add.

Hostyle: Seth Rotunda will get his title opportunity at Catalyst against Chris Austin who has been a formidable champion since winning the gold. Here’s to hoping he retains so the Pack don’t get the highest honour in Full Metal Wrestling. They’re almost as bad as GSW – almost.

Cherrywood: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 230 lbs, from Swansea, Wales, representing the Pack… SETH ROTUUUNDAAAAAAA.

Seth Rotunda approaches Sound and Hostyle at their announcers table, making both of them cautious of his presence. Rotunda flashes them an arrogant smirk before hopping on top of their table to wave his card around more to the audience.

His music is cut off and is soon replaced with Muse by Knights of Cydonia. Steve Monroe makes his way out onto the ramp to a nice positive reaction from the crowd. Monroe is eyeing off Rotunda on the announcers table who acts like he hasn’t even noticed him yet.

Cherrywood: And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 421 lbs… STEEEEEEVE MONROOOOOOEEEEE.

Sound: Now here’s a face we haven’t seen in a while. Steve Monroe set to take on Seth Rotunda who is still parading around on our announcers table. Please take care of him Monroe.

Hostyle: And Monroe is at the ropes yelling at Rotunda to get into the ring. Rotunda just looks at him and laughs. Steve’s going to – WAIT A MINUTE!

Behind Monroe appears Rotunda’s Pack mates, Jack Eastwood and Daniel Prideman who knock him down with a running assault. Rotunda looks on with a grin on his face as Eastwood and Prideman stare down at Monroe.

Sound: And to think I thought this would be a hard-fought contest. The match hasn’t even started yet!

Hostyle: The Pack bringing Monroe to his feet now. They Irish whip him into the ropes and go for a double clothesline. Monroe ducks! BAM! He hits them both with a double clothesline of his own!

Sound: He’s all fired up now! Monroe picks up Prideman and hits him with a shot to the face. Prideman stumbles back into the ropes and Monroe clotheslines him out of the ring!

Hostyle: Eastwood charges but Monroe gets out of the way and Eastwood gets a faceful of turnbuckle. Monroe grabs him and tosses him out of the ring!

As Monroe leans over and shouts at Eastwood to stay out of his business, Rotunda sneaks into the ring behind him and levels him with a flying axe handle to the back of his head. The referee looks around nervously and reluctantly calls for the bell for the match to start.

Sound: And the match has only officially started. What a disgusting showing from Seth Rotunda and the Pack!

Hostyle: Rotunda picking up a dazed Monroe now. He’s setting him up… Rotunda Wreckage! The referee doesn’t want to do it but he has to. One… two… three. This one’s over!

The bell sounds again signifying Rotunda’s win as Eastwood and Prideman recover on the outside, grinning as they look at their dirty work. The crowd heavily boos this as Rotunda raises his arm, celebrating his dirty victory in the middle of the ring.

Cherrywood: Here is your winner… SETH ROOOTUUUNNNDDAAAAAA!

Sound: What a disappointing match, definitely not what the fans were hoping for. I’d hate to say it but Rotunda definitely gained momentum going into his title match at Catalyst.

We see Apostasy walking towards the GSW locker room. Out of the locker room comes Jeff Whitt, holding his Ultraviolent Championship. He looks surprised to see Apostasy.

Apostasy: Well, hey there… champ.

Whitt: What are you doing here.

Apostasy: Well, I came by to wish you good luck, of course.

Whitt: Why do I doubt this?

Apostasy: Alright, you got me, I came to threaten you.

Whitt: Come again?

Apostasy: You see I was going to come here and say ‘good luck on your match tonight, you’ll need it’. But you see, that’s really just a veiled threat.

Whitt: One you would be unwise to make so close to all of my fellow wrestlers.

Apostasy: Eh, I’ve handled tougher. And you see Whitt, that’s the problem for you. Is that I’ve competed in every hardcore match type you can think of and then some. I’ve been in every environment, I’ve fought and survived glass shards matches with Nick Bryson, I’ve gone through Hell and Back… twice, I’ve been in watery grave matches, chain matches… and I’ve won. Hell, I beat you along with a few others in that Through Hell and Back match at Death Row 4. Do you remember that?

Whitt: That was a long time ago. And while you’ve been taking beatings from Chris Austin, I’ve been winning championships.

Apostasy: It’s true. You hold that title, at least for this show. But you are a fraud of a champion. You haven’t defended that belt, and you certainly haven’t defended it against anyone my caliber. You’re not even a member of Corruption, the brand that that belt belongs to.

Whitt: And I’m also not long for Full Metal Wrestling, because I will be the LAST champion for this belt. I will hold it as this company burns, a souvenir of a deceased, defunct organization.

Apostasy: And you think you and your little group of outcasts are bringing everything down? You my friend are just another sad little anarchist, the type that thinks he’s changing everything just because he can. But you don’t have this power. In fact, after Catalyst, you won’t even have that belt. And I am going to help expose you and your group as frauds. You’ve talked a big game, but I am going to make sure that you don’t back it up.

Whitt glares at Apostasy, who smiles. Apostasy changes to a mockingly faux-serious expression, before delivering his final line.

Apostasy: Good luck… champ.

”Been to Hell” hits once again, as Jeff Whitt and Santana Braxton make their way out. Sage Braxton, in the same ring gear as her sister, follows.

Cherry: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT, and it is a tag match set for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Sage Braxton, they are members of Gold Standard Wrestling… SANTANAAAAAA BRAXXXXXTON and…. THE ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION…. JEFFFFF WHIIIIIITTTTTTT!

Hostyle: Well, Gold Standard Wrestling has set out to make themselves a force to be reckoned with. The UV champion is in their midst. They have a contender to the C4 title. They have two spots in the match to determine a new champion at Catalyst.

Sound: They have all of that going for them, and it was just announced earlier that their new client will be taking on the Full Metal Champion at Mount V. But who could that be?

Hostyle: And how did he earn a title shot so quickly?

The arena goes dark as a simple repeated cymbal is heard. The signature bassline of Muse’s “Futurism” plays, as colored strobe lights pulse throughout the arena. Apostasy appears at the top of the entrance ramp as Matthew Bellamy’s guitar squeals out its first few notes. Apostasy makes his way out to thunderous applause, pointing towards Whitt and making a motion for his belt. He stays at the top of the ramp.

Cherry: And their opponents. First, from Cleveland, Ohio…. AAAAAAAPOSTASSYYYYYYYYY!

Sound: Apostasy is a motivated man. The former Abandoned Champion came this close on two occasions to becoming the new Full Metal Champion. Tonight he tags up with his recent rival, to take on two members of GSW.

Hostyle: This matchup could be an early test for GSW. They have big ambitions, and they’ve put all of their chips in for Catalyst. They’ve got everything to gain and everything to lose as well. If they win here, I think you have to be fearful for the future of this company.

Sound: This is two of FMW’s best going up against two of GSW’s most notorious.

”Premeditated Murder” hits. Chris Austin simply walks through the curtain without much theatrics, to a large ovation. Apostasy nods to him on the ramp, and the two make their way down, slapping hands with fans on opposite sides of the ring.

Cherry: And his partner… THE FULL METAL CHAMPION… CHRISSSSSS AUSTTINNNNNNNNNNN!

Hostyle: And the faithful here in Montreal are fully behind FMW’s best…

Apostasy and Austin look out to the crowd while standing on the apron. Flash bulbs go off as GSW runs to attack them from behind.

Sound: Look out!

Hostyle: Whitt bringing the fight to Apostasy! Braxton knocks Austin off the apron and into the barricade! Whitt with an ambush of right hands… Apostasy double-suplexed into the ring by GSW!

Sound: We are underway it seems!

Hostyle: Whitt with some right hands to the downed Apostasy. Here’s a press cover… but Apostasy kicks out before one. Whitt trying to keep Apostasy down with a headlock.

Sound: Whitt trying to weaken the challenger to his title before the big match at Catalyst.

Hostyle: Apostasy fighting to his feet. He throws Whitt into the turnbuckle… DRAGON SUPLEX ON THE REBOUND!

Sound: Oh boy, that’s not how Whitt planned on this one starting.

Hostyle: Apostasy rolls through, and nails another Dragonplex! And… ONE MORE, THAT MAKES THREE! Apostasy is fired up and, so is this crowd!

Sound: What is she…

Hostyle: Braxton into the ring, and she shoves Apostasy into his corner, tagging in Chris Austin!

Sound: Austin literally just got up there, I don’t think he was even reaching for a tag.

Hostyle: Austin is the legal man now, looking wearily at Braxton. I’m not sure Braxton wants to be picking a fight with Austin. He doesn’t strike me as the type of man who has qualms about hitting a woman in a fight.

Sound: Braxton doing her best to sweet-talk the ref into not telling her to get back to her corner. Has FMW ever had a person as annoying as either Braxton twin?

Hostyle: I think not. Austin springboards in… COLDWATER DDT!

Sound: And that got the crowd roaring. And Braxton screaming. God… that voice… it’s so… shrill

Hostyle: Whitt is dazed, Austin picks him up… SOULCRUSHER! And the crowd is loving it.

Apostasy mouths off from ring side, saying “that’s nothing, tag me in, I’ll show you something.

Sound: Looks like Apostasy wants back in on the fun. Braxton is trying to get the attention of the referee, but he sees the tag.

Hostyle: Apostasy directing Austin to whip Whitt towards the corner… DROPS HIM FACE FIRST ONTO THE TURBUCKLE… BIG SLAM… LEG DROP! TRIPLE PLAY!

Sound: That’s some good teamwork there.

Hostyle: Apostasy with the pin, here comes Braxton. ONE…TWO… Apostasy gets up and stares down Braxton.

Sound: She was about to break it up, but Apostasy is staring her down now. I cannot tell you how long I have waited to see someone… ANYONE… get their hands on the Braxton twins.

Hostyle: Apostasy pulling Whitt to Braxton… he’s daring Santana to make the tag. But she has no interest.

Sound: It’s a shame that she’s so cunning.

Hostyle: Apostasy waving the lifeless Whitt around… and drops him with full nelson driver!

Apostasy reaches behind him and pulls out an invisible giant hammer. He screams as he pretends to slam it into the mat, to the delight of the crowd.

Sound: Burning Hammer-time!

Hostyle: Apostasy has Whitt. He’s pulling him up. Braxton trying to enter the ring again, the ref is having none of it… IT’S CRUSOE! CRUSOE WITH THE UV BELT!

Braxton begins yelling “That man at ringside touched my sister! HE’S GROSS! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” Sage feigns disgust at ringside as Crusoe enters from the other side of the ring.

Sound: Look out Apostasy!

Hostyle: Austin into the ring, and shoves Apostasy out of the way of harm! Crusoe just tried to hit him with the belt!

Sound: Braxton nearly got Whitt a huge upper hand!

Hostyle: CRUSOE UP… BURNING HAMMER!

Sound: YES! YES… BREAK THAT PRICK’S NECK!

Hostyle: The crowd is going wild… as Whitt makes the tag to Braxton!

Sound: Well, the distraction worked I guess.

Hostyle: Apostasy smiles as he offers to tie up with Braxton. Braxton is in the ring, she ties up, and is immediately overpowered.

Sound: Oh man, this is going to be good.

Hostyle: Apostasy wrenches her into a half-nelson… OH MY LORD, WOULD SOMEBODY SHUT HER UP?

Braxton turns her head and screams loudly directly into the ear of Apostasy. Apostasy relinquishes the hold, trying to cover his ears.

Sound: Please destroy that woman. For all of humanity.

Hostyle: Jawbreaker by Braxton, taking advantage of the distracted Apostasy.

Sound: I hate how effective her tactics are. I really do. It makes me sad inside to think she gets away with all of this.

Hostyle: Dropkick to the knee by Braxton. Braxton runs, and hits a bulldog on Apostasy. Apostasy getting back to his feet, but eats a running high knee from Braxton.

Sound: It looks like she’s a fan of the hit and run style.

Hostyle: Braxton grabbing the hair of Apostasy, and hits a Canadian backbreaker.

Sound: Somehow, I don’t think it will win over these Canadian fans.

Hostyle: And Braxton with a diva-like pose as she celebrates some big offense on Apostasy.

Sound: The audience might give her some cat-calls, but as good as she looks, would you really want to get with someone who screams like that? Who could put up with those kind of… sounds.

Hostyle: Braxton signaling for her finisher, called the PMS. A kick to the gut, she goes for the stunner… BUT APOSTASY HOLDS ON!

Sound: Oh boy.

Hostyle: Apostasy has her dangling by his arms with a half-nelson. And he throws her… SHE FLIPPED!

Sound: Holy hell, she just countered a half-nelson suplex!

Hostyle: Braxton delivers a chop to Apostasy!

Apostasy is now fully standing for the first time since they first tangled. He absorbs the Flair-esque chop, and simply glares at the much smaller Braxton.

Sound: Does she understand that Apostasy is a hardcore fighter who weighs 240, probably at least double her weight? Did she think that would work?

Hostyle: Braxton with a slap, and Apostasy is still standing there like it’s nothing. Apostasy goes for the grapple, Braxton goes under his legs.

Sound: A familiar place for her, I’m sure.

Hostyle: Apostasy charges, drop toe hold by Braxton!

Sound: She is… so damn slippery. I hate her. I really do.

Hostyle: Austin tags in on the downed Apostasy. He springboards in, but Braxton wisely retreats far away. Austin stalking the young Braxton. She throws the ref in his way!

Sound: Austin better watch it!

Braxton springboards off the second rope and performs a modified lionsault. She nails Austin with her legs, doing a weird version of a spinning heel kick.

Hostyle: What a kick!

Sound: Austin is dazed…

Hostyle: She grabs Austin, and brings him down in her corner with an STO! Whitt tags in!


Sound: Austin’s head hit that bottom rope. This girl is VICIOUS.

Hostyle: Whitt quickly knocks Apostasy off the ropes. And now he’s slapping his boot, looking to maybe end it with the Ex Oblivione!

Sound: I cannot believe it… that lady’s tricks are about to work.

Hostyle: Whitt charges… BOOTS FROM AUSTIN!

As Whitt charges forward for his face-stomping finisher, Austin rolls backwards onto his shoulders and thrusts his boots into the air. His feet connect with the charging Whitt’s chin, sending him down.

Hostyle: Now that… that’s a cool move I’ve never seen before.

Sound: Austin is impressing the master of innovation. I’m liking it.

Hostyle: Whitt trying to get up… OCCAM’S RAZOR! JUST LIKE THAT!

Sound: And Apostasy is grabbing Santana from outside of the ring. He’s keeping her out!

Hostyle: ONE…TWO…THREE! GOOD GUYS WIN! GOLD STANDARD GOES DOWN!

Cherry: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… APOSTASY AND CHRISSSSSS AUSSSTINNNNNN!

Apostasy and Chris Austin (3.86 APS + 4.05 APS + .7 AVS = 8.68 total)
Jeff Whitt and Santana Braxton ( 0 + 3.76 APS + .2 AVS = 3.96 total)

Sound: Leviticus, TMO and King are here! They’re taking Whitt and Braxton out of the ring, and Apostasy and Austin are daring them to try their luck. FULL METAL WRESTLING STANDING TALL!

Hostyle: GSW isn’t going to test their luck, they’re high-tailing it through the crowd… WAIT!

Sound: The hell? The Pack?

Hostyle: Eastwood, Prideman and Rotunda with chairs in hand. Apostasy eats a double chair shot from Prideman and Eastwood! Rotunda with a chair to the gut of the Full Metal Champion. And a chair to the face. Austin still standing… ROTUNDA WRECKAGE!

Sound: Somebody couldn’t just wait until Catalyst. And they attacked these two as they were staring down GSW.

Hostyle: Apostasy up, and he eats a Dreamkiller from Rotunda! And another chairshot sends down the former Abandoned champion!

Sound: What the hell is Rotunda pulling out of his tights?

Hostyle: THE GOLD CARD! HE’S GOT THE GOLD CARD! NO… HE CAN’T…

Sound: He’s got it in his possession… I guess he can try this at any time.

Hostyle: NOT THIS WAY. HE’S MOTIONING FOR THE REFEREE! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!

Kashmir hits, as Devreaux makes his way out to the ramp, microphone in hand.

Devreaux: Now, I see what you’re trying to do there, and that won’t be happening. The Gold Card can be used at anytime, if you’ve earned the privilege of using it. But you, Seth Rotunda, have not earned that privilege.

The crowd cheers as Rotunda looks on in disappointment. Austin rolls out of the ring, and begins staggering up the ramp.

Sound: THAT’S THE BEST NEWS EVER!

Devreaux: You won’t be cashing that in for a title shot right now, because you just found that card lying around. The gold card is dead, and nobody – especially you – gets to use it anymore. In fact, you don’t even have grounds for a match at Catalyst!

Sound: Oh man, Catalyst just got a whole lot more interesting!

Hostyle: But who face Austin now?

Devreaux: I will determine Austin’s next opponent myself, and I will…

Austin shouts “NO!” on the ramp. He works his way towards Devreaux, grabbing the microphone.

Austin: I appreciate what you’re doing, but Devreaux, let me pick this one. If that man wants a shot at me, I’ll be more than happy to beat him down at Catalyst.

The crowd roars as Austin turns towards The Pack, standing in the ring. Devreaux shrugs his shoulders and yells “okay”, to another wave of applause.

Sound: Well, I guess the champ gets what he wants.

Austin: Seth… you’ve made a lot of noise about being the next champion. But you’re about to step in the ring with the best damn competitor in the world. And I am more than ready to shut you up.

Austin drops the mic and holds his title high. He backpedals towards the curtain as Premeditated Murder hits once again. Austin is at the curtain when an arm pulls him back behind the scenes.

Sound: What was that?

Hostyle: Did someone just… grab the Full Metal Champion. Do we not have a camera backstage? What’s going on.

Sound: Hold on, let’s see a replay.

The Pack looks on in the ring, confused. Apostasy is shown holding his jaw as FMW officials tend to him. We cut to a replay, which shows an arm appearing from behind the curtain. A quick freeze frame shows that the arm is decorated with a GSW armband.

Hostyle: Wait a minute… I thought all of GSW was out here? Is that… the mystery GSW guy?

Sound: It would appear so…

Hostyle: Wait… we have a camera… CUT TO IT!

We see the frame bobbing up and down, as the cameraman is apparently running down a hallway and into a parking lot. He discovers Chris Austin lying in a pool of his own blood. A man with long brown hair enters a car in the distance.

Sound: Who the hell is that?

The car drives off, the single arm with a GSW band hanging out of the driver’s side window.

Hostyle: Wh… what just happened?

Aaaaaaaannndddddddddd.....

That's it. Third time's the charm?

(In case anyone wanted to read the proper format of these matches)


King looks wearily at his opponent who looks infuriated after the sneak attack from King.

Hostyle: The Outlaw's looking to lock up but King doesn't want any part of it.

Sound: Ha! He just shoved King into the corner! Take that GSW!

Hostyle: A dazed King stumbling forwards... BAM! Outlaw connects with a big boot to the face! Outlaw goes for the cover!

From the outside, Sage reaches in, grabs King's foot and places it on the bottom rope behind the referee's back.

Sound: And the count is broken by some dastardly interference from the outside by the Braxtons! I wish somebody would ship them off far, far away.

Hostyle: Andrews is pissed that the ref stopped the count and he's looking outside to Sage, knowing she had something to do with that.

Sound: Get her, Andrews! Wait! Look out! King with a roll-up! One... two... KICKOUT!

Hostyle: Now King looking to run away from the Outlaw but he's got him down and he locks in a Fujiwara armbar!

Sound: Look at how he's wrenching that arm!

Hostyle: And - wait! Sage just fell over at ringside and is clutching at her ankle as she howls in pain. Sheesh, somebody put a muzzle on her!

Sound: I hope she can't walk for the rest of her FMW career.

Hostyle: King is tapping out! We have a winn - wait! The referee's too preoccupied with Sage on the outside to notice this!

Sound: Andrews releases the hold and goes over to the ref to tell him to do his job!

Hostyle: The ref turns back to call the action. Oh look at this!

Sage hops back to her feet as if nothing is wrong and she taunts the Outlaw on the outside by poking her tongue out at him. Andrews looks enraged as he points threateningly at the devious woman.

Sound: Just more shenanigans from the Braxtons. I can't say I'm surprised but God, somebody's gotta send these girls back to their locker room or something.

Hostyle: And King taking advantage of a distracted Andrews with a cheap shot from behind. King goes to lock in an armbar of his own but Andrews gets to the ropes!

Sound: That looked like a weak excuse of an armbar anyway.

Hostyle: Both men back to their feet. King looks to lock up but Andrews answers with a harsh boot to the gut!

Sound: The Braxtons on the outside know their man's in trouble. Get 'im, Outlaw!

Hostyle: Andrews is signalling for it! He's got King up in position for the Outlaw Drop! Oh no, not again!

Santana gets up on the apron and grabs King's leg, pulling him away from Andrews.

Sound: How did the referee not see that blatant interference?

Hostyle: The ref didn't see it but Andrews sure did and he's not too happy about that. Santana off the apron and Andrews is chasing after her!

Sound: Get her! For all that is holy, get her!

Hostyle: Santana's got a chair! Watch out!

Sound: He's blocked it and he's ripped the chair out of her hands!

A stunned Santana stumbles over and Andrews catches her on his knee as he panders to the crowd.

Hostyle: Now he's spanking her with that chair!

Sound: Santana's humiliated and Sage is just watching in horror! Good job!

Hostyle: He shoves Santana off and drops the chair and rolls back into the ring. He goes to get King but Sage on the outside grabs his foot to stop him!

Sound: Those Braxtons will be the death of me.

Hostyle: He's turned to kick her off. King runs up behind him and he's got him! MONEY SHOT! Not like this!

Sound: One... two... three! And GSW steals yet another victory!





Hostyle: Jensen is circling his opponent, the werewolf. He goes to lock up with TMO but he's dodged it!

Sound: The werewolf is as quick as lightning, so it seems.

Hostyle: TMO's bounced off the ropes and goes for a running cross body on Jensen but Jensen just absorbs the hit!

Sound: A man of TMO's size is not going to take down a man of Jensen's size. It's common knowledge.

Hostyle: Jensen picks up TMO and finally locks up with him, overpowering his opponent in the start! Jensen hits a nasty kick to the gut!

Sound: He's going for a DDT but the werewolf counters with a stomp to the foot!

Hostyle: TMO shoves Jensen back and goes to the ropes. He springboards off and lands on Jensen's shoulders. He's trying to bring him down for a hurricanrana but Jensen's too heavy!

Sound: Now they're spinning. I'm getting dizzy just calling this.

Hostyle: TMO finally manages to take him down with that hurricanrana attempt. Jensen back to his feet but he's dazed and confused.

Sound: TMO's laughing at him now? Bad move.

Hostyle: Jensen connects with a harsh elbow shot that sends TMO into the corner. Jensen now pushing himself against TMO and nailing him with more shots to the head!

Sound: That little rascal's ducked out of the way and crawls through Jensen's legs like a bratty 12 year old. I guess that's what you learn in the company of GSW.

Hostyle: Jensen off the ropes and he goes for a clothesline but TMO manages to dodge it by... um... moonwalking?

Sound: I guess so?

Hostyle: Jensen's just staring at his opponent as confused as the rest of us are. Jensen turns to get him but TMO counters by throwing a werewolf claw at him!

Sound: Ouch! I can't think of a worse punishment!

Hostyle: Jensen catches the claw but this distracts him as TMO hits him with a picture perfect dropkick!

Sound: And the fans are cheering for him now! I'm sure that's a reaction GSW is not used to getting.

Hostyle: Jensen's pissed now! He gets back to his feet and Irish whips TMO into the ropes. He goes to catch him but TMO hits a Pounce attack and both men are down!

Sound: I have to say, even I was impressed by that.

Hostyle: TMO is back to his feet and he's launched himself onto the top turnbuckle. He comes flying off! Shooting Star Press!

Sound: And that was one of the most perfect shooting star presses I've ever seen!

Hostyle: Here's the cover! One... two... three! TMO's done it!

OOC: What I sad state I have become two FMW matches and two no-shows..... Circumstances have sucked for me here I had something lined up to go but could acsess my login info. I will be here for my next match.

IC:

Man, can a dude get a 1v1 match around here? I don't wanna take sides or group up gangland style with people I don't really know. I want these guys in a fair fight. Can I get a cage match or a cell, fuck it I'd rather fight all 5 knowing I'm gonna fight all 5.

So, Abel Steele and Anwyl are teaming now?

Bring it on.

LEVITICUS.

After what you did to Hostyle, and GSW's sheer insistance on subverting all that this company is working for, it's finally time. Come Catalyst, you're going to see why I'm the C4 Champion. All those whispers about me as a Champion will be silenced, and all your boasts about your supremacy will be proven to be lies.

I'm done with the warm-up. Hope you're ready.

Oh... boy that hurt. Chairshots and a big right hook from the soon to be contender to the Full Metal Championship. The Pack really thinks they got me back, don't they?

Unfortunately for me, there's not enough time to deal with you fuckers. As if I hadn't dealt with all of you before. Instead, I'll have to turn my attention to a bigger threat. The biggest one to Full Metal Wrestling at the moment. Of course, that's Gold Standard Wrestling.

Now... I was skeptical. I figured that you people were just bringing in another clown like The Mystery Opponent or Kayden Osiris. But I know that Chris Austin goes down... almost never. To no man. And yet, someone managed to get the jump on him. Sure, he was already tired and damaged from a match and a post-match run-in, but NOBODY does that to Chris Austin. So I figure you idiots have finally found something less then mediocre.

But I have no doubts that Chris Austin can handle any man. And while what happens with the C4 and new titles are out of my hand... I can make sure that one title stays in the hands of Full Metal Wrestling.

Oh, and that title match will be under Ultraviolent rules. Meaning I get to take out as much aggression as I want. And what punching bag would be more deserving than Jeff Whitt?

This has not been a pleasant few shows for me.

I was unfortunately gift-wrapped a second chance at a championship that I ultimately won. I was left laying by a watered-down Abel Steele.

Then, after suffering through Whitt and Braxton, the former of which had an embarrassing display of apathy... I was left laying again.

And then when Rotunda went to make his cowardly mistake, something within me said "run away".

And then in some unusual change of heart, I chose to reward someone a title match which they did not deserve.

And then, I was left laying by someone I never got a good look at.

Somewhere along the way, I seemingly became content, complacent with the mediocrity that permeates this establishment. Somewhere along the way, I became far too passive. And somewhere along the way, people began to entertain the notion that I am ripe for the picking, now having reached the pinnacle of Full Metal Wrestling.

I have been a charity case, a punching bag, a coward, and an apathetic walking target for people for far too long. FMW deserves better than this because of the standard I exemplified. My class deserves a better champion than what I have been so far. At Catalyst, I will give it to them by doing to Seth Rotunda, things that are unfathomable, things so vicious that it will replace the night terrors David GS cycles through concerning what I did to him at Ultimatum 3.

Rotunda...

I suggest you get your affairs in order. Eastwood, you might want to begin recruiting a new member.

While I do occasionally dream about that match, night terrors is a bit of an overstatement. More often than not, the dreams are about how it would've gone if I'd faced this Chris Austin instead of that Chris Austin.

Suffice to say, they're good dreams.

I am not low-brow as to attempt to insinuate that you are having risque dreams about my person. However, clearly you seem to believe I am not the same competitor I once was.

Care to elaborate?

First of all, thank you for refraining from turning the dream thing into a joke. I am, in point of fact, happily married.

Second ... yes. That is exactly what I believe.

From a physical and technical standpoint, I'd say nothing has changed. In fact, if your performances at Lethal Injection are any indication, you've markedly improved since our encounter at Ultimatum. Mentally, though ... well, you said it best before I even opened my mouth.

RCA wrote:

I was left laying by a watered-down Abel Steele.

... I was left laying again.

And then, I was left laying by someone I never got a good look at.

Somewhere along the way, I seemingly became content, complacent with the mediocrity that permeates this establishment. Somewhere along the way, I became far too passive.

I have been a charity case, a punching bag, a coward, and an apathetic walking target for people ...

Since when are you left laying by someone so lame he actually deserves to be called Abel-Lite? Since when are you left laying at all, never mind on more than one occasion in a short span of time? The change your disposition has undergone is so drastic that you yourself are even aware of it ... but that's not the worst part. The worst part, by far, is this little gem.

RCA wrote:

... something within me said "run away".

Holy shit. Holy SHIT. You want me to elaborate? Fuck that. YOU elaborate.

What the hell happened?

You know, David...

I'm honestly not sure, despite working towards finding out to this moment. But here is one thing I am sure of. Catalyst, I will have an answer.

I guarantee it.

Notice that he said AN answer not THE answer. Doesn't sound like our champ is exactly brimming with confidence.

Hrm.

It appears everyone feels they can offer their two cents on the Student of the Game's situation.

Interesting.

In fairness Mr. Austin, my comment was not at all me saying I could take you. I only meant to suggest that if you don't have confidence in yourself then why should anyone else.

I don't think confidence is really an issue here.

Nice attempt at relevance, though.

David surely you remember what it was like when you got started. There is no doubt that I need to produce but just because I haven't to this point does not mean my opinions are any less valid. I don't sit here and spew all that crap about how" I'm the greatest thing eva. Bow before me n00bs." No I made a reasoned thought and you feel the need to say something about it? Tell you what, step in the ring with me before you tell me where I can talk.

The Natural Born Thriller wrote:

In fairness Mr. Austin, my comment was not at all me saying I could take you.

You can't.

OOC: blow me RCA

RCA wrote:

Hrm.

It appears everyone feels they can offer their two cents on the Student of the Game's situation.

Interesting.

Well, not everyone. Once I finish my sentence though, then everyone that matters will have given their opinion.

Pull your head out of your ass.

Now don't get mad, just listen. You're bored, I can tell from the look in your eyes. You're the top of a company that poses no threat, your only challenge has lost to you and the best replacement they have to offer is a man who is only a half-step above me in the grand scheme. You measure yourself with the level of your competition, so the weaker your opposition, the weaker your confidence is and that will kill you. Measure yourself by your own standard, get ALL the way the fuck out of here with your lacking confidence and make Seth step up to your level. If he can't, do every horrible thing you can imagine to him, make it so that the mention of your name will render him catatonic for years to come, and then move on. Get your next challenger and do the same, then the next, then the next. Eventually fear of you will bring out the strength hidden in someone, and then you'll have your challenge.

The Natural Born Thriller wrote:

David surely you remember what it was like when you got started. There is no doubt that I need to produce but just because I haven't to this point does not mean my opinions are any less valid. I don't sit here and spew all that crap about how" I'm the greatest thing eva. Bow before me n00bs." No I made a reasoned thought and you feel the need to say something about it? Tell you what, step in the ring with me before you tell me where I can talk.

As a matter of fact, I do remember. I remember that until I "produced" (that is to say, racked up one of the longest rookie undefeated streaks on record), any validity of what I had to say didn't mean shit. So it is with you, and every other ounce of new blood that shows up here. Doesn't matter what kind of dog you are - until you prove your bite, your bark may as well be silent.

And for what it's worth, you'd probably fair about as well against me as you would against Chris.

Braxton wrote:

Santana: The latter of which you underestimated and therefore received a harsh kick in the face for it, hey Chris

I should've beaten you like the insufferable bitch you've been since you stepped foot in this federation. Make note and highlight the following: The next time I face you, I'm going to turn your face into a pinata.

King...

Johnathan...

It's amazing the kind of wisdom you can stumble upon from the mouth of a mediocre competitor with a weakness for shallow women that don't even put out.

But no, this isn't a confidence thing. If someone insinuates that again, it'll become a me kicking your ass thing.