FMW Corruption 9.4

The road to Death Row ends near.

Some will go on to glory. Some will fade into the darkness.

How does one attain success under the blazing glare of the limelight?

It's either you deserve the victory, or you fall to...

"Heads Are Gonna Roll" by Airbourne, the Corruption theme song, opens the show explosively alongside spectacular red pyro shooting to the sky from the stage!

Boice: We are one show away from our first PPV after Ultimatum II, Death Row 2009! Welcome to the Land of the Rising Stars, FMW Corruption, live from sunny San Diego, California, and my name is Jack Boice, alongside my partner, the Dream Master - Morpheus!

Morpheus: I'm glad to be here and I also have to say that I am very excited for Death Row, but before we even get there, we have to go through tonight first, the events of which will surely have a direct impact on the pay-per-view itself!

Boice: Definitely right - tonight we're going to have the finals of the Style Point Tournament for Corruption between Jaro and Romeo, and who knows if our eventual winner could actually make it to the finals at Death Row!

Morpheus: Speaking of Jaro, he's potentially involved in two Death Row developments, because he also has to defend the Ultraviolent title at Death Row against Mark Johansson and the Celt, but tonight we're getting a little violent taste of that action with a Steel Cage match between Johansson and Celt!

Boice: That's a little dastardly, because Johansson and Celt are two allies fighting against Jaro's tyranny - but speaking of tyranny, if you haven't heard yet, FMW Commissioner Christian G. Smitten, in a hugely shocking move, has just CANCELED the entire Ignition division! He just canceled it!

Morpheus: Their loss is our gain, because from that debris, Corruption just received two young lions in a small supplemental draft, the #1 contender to the FMW Television title, Seth Omega, and the current Gold Card holder, Flare! That does make me very excited!

Boice: Those two acquisitions will be facing off against Corruption's own Pure Extremist and Gray, both of whom are on a steady roll! And speaking of new acquisitions as well, we've also got a rookie from NEW, young Alistair Wolfe, who debuts tonight... in this next match!

Morpheus: You mean in this next squash by DPS.

Boice: You said that last time, and look what happened.

Morpheus: What? DPS didn't lose.

Boice: Technically, he did.

Morpheus: But for all purposes of discussion, he didn't.

BoiceL ...Right.

“This Calling” by All That Remains begins to play as red lights begin to flash. Alistair Wolfe steps out to a mixed reaction from the crowd, and walks down to the ring.

Sheila Blige: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Florence, Italy, weighing in at 225lbs, this is Alistaaaair Wolfe!

Boice: Wolfe making his debut tonight.

Morpheus: And hopefully his only match. The guy thinks he's a sparkly vampire fairy for god's sake.

Boice: I don't think that he thinks he can sparkle. My take is that he's just living a gothic lifestyle.

Morpheus: That's just what they want you to think.

Boice ...What?

Morpheus: Shut up now.

“Fur Elise” by Beethoven begins to play as David Patrick Sammons walks out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He walks down to the ring, looking down at fans as he does.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 230lbs. This is David Patrick Sammons!

Boice: As I just mentioned a little earlier, last week DPS suffered a controversial loss, getting himself disqualified to Gray.

Morpheus: That was a brilliant strategy. Instead of submitting to that idiot Gray, he got himself DQ'd.

Boice: A loss is a loss.

Morpheus:: Bah. He'll kick that freak's head in next time, you'll see.

Alistair and DPS stare each other down as the bell rings. They begin to circle around each other, sizing each other up.

Morpheus: This match getting off to such a interesting start.

Boice: Give it a minute Morph.

DPS and Wolfe slowly begin to move towards each other. Once in striking distance, Wolfe punches DPS to cheers from the crowd.

Boice: Wolfe making first contact! And he's not letting up, hitting DPS with rights and lefts!

Morpheus: Not for long!

Boice: DPS ducks under one of Wolfe's punches!

Morpheus: Hah! And the twifag gets a kick to the gut when he turns around.

As Wolfe clutches his gut in pain, DPS smirks and poses, soaking up the boos from the crowd.

Morpheus: DPS basking in the glow of victory.

Boice: He hasn't won yet.

Morpheus: It's as good as over. See, he's going for the DPS Driver!

At the last moment, to the shock of DPS, Wolfe manages to twist out of his hold before he could be put into position for the DPS Driver.

Boice: Look out, Eterna Nolte!

Morpheus:: Damnit, no! What the hell just happened here?!

Boice: Wolfe got out and came with his finisher from out of nowhere, that's what!

Morpheus: But... how? How?! The twifag can't win!

Boice: Wolfe with the pin! 1...2....3!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner, Alistair Wooooooooooolfe!

Alistair Wolfe (6.84 aps - 0.1 penalty + 2.3 avs = 9.04 total)
David Patrick Sammons (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

The referee raises Wolfe's hand in the air as DPS sits up, staring in disbelief at what just happened.

Morpheus:: This is an outrage!

Boice: This is a win for the rookie, that's what, and a quick, decisive win at that, too.

Morpheus: DPS can't believe it! I can't believe it! I don't think that was even a minute!

Boice: Well, believe it, because it just happened.

Morpheus: Bah!

Boice: That's why you should always, always keep your ego in check. And on that note, we'll be back after some ads and plugs for terrible movies and products.

The show cuts to backstage, in the locker rooms, where Calvin X. Carter is watching the show in his street clothes, not having been booked for this show. Suddenly, there's an urgent-sounding knock on the door.

CXC: Come in.

Two policemen barge in the door, holding their badges up.

CXC: Can... I help you, officers?

Policeman #1: Are you Mr. Calvin X... Carter?

CXC: That is me... what's going on?

The other policeman holds up a piece of paper.

Policeman #2: We're from San Diego P.D., Mr. Carter. Sir, you're under arrest.

CXC is absolutely shocked... He hadn't done anything wrong! The first policeman goes behind him to slap on the cuffs on his wrists.

CXC: What? Under arrest? What the fuck have I done?

Policeman #1: A woman filed a sexual assault complaint against you, sir. You have the right to remain silent.

CXC: The fuck? I haven't been out raping anyone! I'm innocent!

Policeman #2: If you are, sir, then let's just clear it up downtown, then.

CXC: The fuck we'll clear this up.

Policeman #1: Let's go.

The two policemen escort the handcuffed CXC out of the locker room, and out of the building, down to the police station.

Morpheus: Okay, that's hilarious. CXC just got arrested.

Boice: I'm sure it was all just a big misunderstanding. You’re back live with us on Corruption, ladies and gentlemen, and watching our show tonight from the front row are the San Diego Chargers!
 
The camera turns to the various Chargers sitting in the front row, waving and just hamming it up.
 
Morpheus: Talk about overrated. Especially LT.
 
Boice: Don’t let him hear you, he’s just over there. I think he can jump that barricade in the blink of an eye.
 
Morpheus: Do I look like I’m scared of him?
 
Boice: Then why are your legs shaking?
 
Morpheus: It’s cold!

Boice: ...Right. Okay, folks, let’s get back to the action now with the next match - a tremendous matchup in a four corners elimination match!

Morpheus: Also commonly known as a four-way dance!

Boice: Indeed, Morph, and what an entertaining match this should be; we’ve got four men who each could be the future of this division, all fighting it out at once!

Morpheus: Hell yeah, as “A” show I think we would stress the fact we’re actually got the best up-and-coming talent as well as the best main eventers in the company. Suck on that “B” divisions!

“Jack the Ripper” by Morrissey begins to play and the arena goes dark as Gray begins to walk was way down the ramp. Red strobe lights cast just enough light to see the hooded Gray make his way towards the ring. The crowd reaction is somewhat split, unable to decide between cheers and boos.

Shelia Blige: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is a four corners survival match! A winner will be declared after the other three competitors have been eliminated!

Introducing first, hailing from St. Simons, Georgia, at a height of 6 feet and 5 inches and weighting in at 236 pounds, This is GGGGRRRRAAAAYYYYYYY!

As Gray approaches the ring steps he notices a woman holding up a sign; “Crash into my arms Nicholas I WANT YOU”. Gray stares for a moment before shaking his head and getting into the ring. In sync with the music he proclaims: “If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’m gonna get you”.

Morpheus: Without a doubt one of the most misunderstood men on the roster Boice.

Boice: Yeah? To me he seems...creepy. I mean he’s cool, but there’s something about him...

Morpheus: Tonight Jack you presume too much. Too much, too much.

Boice: What are you talking about?

Morpheus: Ha...you need to listen more to what Gray has to say Boice. You’re missing out.

Shelia Blige: Now, introducing the second participant in this match. Coming to us from Tallahassee, Florida by way of Nashville, Tennessee, at a weight of 335 pounds and a height of 6 feet four inches...He is the “Epitome of Violence” and “Mr. No F’N Gimmick Needed”, this is SSSEEETTHHHH OOOOOOOOOOMMMMEEEEGGGGAAA!

War drums fill the air in anticipation as Rob Zombie’s “War Zone” grows louder and louder. It’s not long before Seth Omega beings marching purposely towards the ring.

Boice: FMW’s rookie power hitter, Seth Omega has brazed a trail through his competition and left a path of destruction behind him, Morph!

Morpheus: He’s big, brutal, and a badass, Boice, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Boice: Yes homo? Anyway, like we mentioned earlier tonight, Seth Omega is one of Corruption’s latest signings, but at Death Row he’ll be facing Distortion’s own War Machine in an “I Quit” bout for the Television title - check your local listings for further details!

Morpheus: Wow... Segue into a plug. You sir, have no shame. No shame at all.

Omega enters the ring before doing some shadow boxing and stretching himself by the ropes.

Acoustic guitar fills the arena as “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana begins to play. Out walks Flare, once again to various degrees of cheers and boos.

Shelia Blige: And from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds, he is the Prince of Pretty, and the current Gold Card Holder... this is... FLAAARE!!!

Boice: One of FMW’s greatest entertainers, now making his way to the ring!

Morpheus: A great entertainer with a dark edge.

Boice: A former Gold Card holder of course, a member of Innovative Initiative and a staple of FMW for many years

Morpheus: Yeah Boice, Corruption is lucky to have such an experienced and valuable member on the roster...totally swoop for us to pick him up

Flare slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, looking deep into the crowd.

“Guerrilla Radio” by Rage against the Machine plays as Pure Extremist stands at the top of the ramp. The crowd react differently than before, this time not as mixed in their judgement and are quiet divided into clear cheers and boos, which the negative side just a little louder.

Shelia Blige: And lastly, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing two hundred and five pounds, he is... PURE... EXTREEEMIST!!!

Boice: A very controversial figure in Corruption now is Pure Extremist. He’s officially left his brother to make his own way in the world... but not in brotherly fashion.

Morpheus: About time too Boice. Sometimes if you don’t want to stand in someone’s shadow you’re got to get them out of the way of your sun.

Boice: That’s not quite how I remember that saying going Morph. But I sort of agree...PX has been working his way up the ladder of FMW for some time now and I’m interested to see how he does as an individual rather than as part of a unit. I might not have like the way he went about it, but it was time PX spread his wings as the old saying goes

Morpheus: Tonight he’s his own man and he’s going to prove it in this match!

PX walks up the ring steps before cautiously stepping under the ring ropes.

As PX enters the bell sounds and the four competitors all eye each other up, carefully assuming their fighting stances. As the camera flicks through close up shots of each man Seth Omega points at Pure Extremist before making the cut throat gesture.

Boice: Okay, ladies and gentlemen, here we go!

Each man looks left to right, all of them on their toes and ready for action. Suddenly Flare makes the first move and darts towards Omega.

Boice: Flare making the first move here, running elbow strike connects! Now another elbow, and another, Flare knocking Omega into his corner!

Morpheus: Mhhh I don’t Omega is happy about this, BAM! Headbutt, Omega just knocked Flare off his feet with that stiff shot!

Boice: Indeed, now he’s just ignoring Flare and going right after PX whose currently in a collar and elbow with Grey. He just pulls Gray out of the lock up and now he’s throwing punches PX’s way!

Morpheus: Omega is out for PX Boice, that’s the kind of thinking that leads to good old fashioned violence!

Boice: PX and Omega trading blows now and I don’t think Gray or Flare are too happy to just be ignored by Omega like this. Double Dropkick to the back of Omega! The big man stumbles away from PX.

Morpheus: Flare quickly following up now, he’s bounding off the ropes and...Legdrop! He got all of that in!

Boice: Meanwhile, Gray is hammering down on PX now with some wicked punches. Flare now continuing his assault on Omega, running Senton connects. Flare gets to his feet now and he’s bring Omega up with him-

Morpheus: But Omega with some hard shots to Flare’s stomach, he’s gonna regret getting in Omega’s way!

Boice: But Flare cuts him off with a cheeky thumb to the eye! What cheap trickery!

Omega holds his face in pain and turns away from Flare.

Boice: Gray with a clothesline on Omega, knocking him down...PX with a clothesline on Grey, knocking him down...Flare with a hard European Uppercut on PX, three men down! It looks like a wasteland!

Morpheus: Flare with something in mind now!

Boice: Flare making his way to the top rope now as everyone else just tries to get to their feet.
Twisting Corkscrew Crossbody! Everybody down once again, and Flare now puts his arm over the closest man to him now, Gray!

Morpheus: 1...2- No, bad choice there, Boice, Gray has taken the least amount of damage so far in this match-up!

Boice: That could well be true Morph as Gray is the first man up here, he grabs Flare and nails a snap suplex as Omega and PX use the ropes to pick themselves up. Gray takes Flare now again and whips him off the ropes...Cobra Clutch locked in on the return!

Morpheus: Gray’s cleverly got that locked on in the centre of the ring Boice, good ring presence there.

Boice: Omega up and looking pissed...Wait, what’s this? He just dropkicked Flare and Gray? It’s a elimination match, the only thing he has to worry about here is himself!

Morpheus: A little payback Boice, bitches got to learn not to fuck with this man!

Boice: Hang on Morpheus here comes PX, Spinning neckbreaker...countered into a spike DDT by Omega! Gray incoming, Clothesline! Flare? Eats a BLACK HOLE SLAM. Gray is coming for more, OVERHEAD Belly to Belly Suplex on the six foot fiver Morph!

Morpheus: That’s what it’s all about Boice, pure fucking ass-kicking!

Boice: Omega pins Flare, hooks the leg, this may be it!

Morpheus: 1...2...NO! Flare digs down deep and is still in this thing!

Boice: Very impressive from Flare there as Omega bangs his fist on the mat, unhappy he didn’t get the pin there and- LOOK OUT!

Morpheus: SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG OUTTA NOWHERE FROM PX! How the fuck he pull that off?

Boice: Do you see how Omega’s head was driven to the mat there? Painful, however Omega now cleverly rolls into a corner, where he can easily reach the ropes. Flare and Gray getting to their feet now...and what’s this?

Morpheus: Flare, Gray and PX are just looking at each other...and now they’re look at Omega...Something is up Boice.

Suddenly each man stands arm in arm and faces Omega, who is sitting against the turnbuckle.

Boice: Something is going on here for sure Morpheus...TRIPLE DROPKICK! 3 pairs of feet all connect to Omega’s face at the same time! I don't know how that was possible but they all found their mark!

Morpheus: Ahh bullshit, Omega was kicking ass and now they’re turned on him!

Boice: Unfortunately it looks that way Morpheus, Omega was a little too dominating and now the rest are teaming to put him down. All three men now picking up Omega, Gray, PX and Flare now all putting Omega in one massive facelock...Triple Suplex! Things not looking good for Omega now.

Morpheus: No shit, Sherlock!

Boice: PX and Gray are lifting Omega up for... A DOUBLE POWERBOMB?? FLARE JUMPS! DOUBLE POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER COMBO!

Morpheus: Ffffffuuuucccckkkkk me!

Boice: And the crowd roars it’s approval on that move Morpheus, they just destroyed Omega!

Morpheus: I gotta give them props on that one...helluva move there and they’re looking pretty pleased with themselves!

Boice: Hell yes...PX calling for high fives here! I don’t think Gray wants in but Flare now giving PX some love----WHAT THE FUCK!?

Morpheus: PX PULLED HIM IN FOR A STUNNER! WRECK ‘EM ALL BITCH!

Boice: HERE’S THE PIN! 1...2...3!

Blige: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FLARE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Some of the crowd boo, disappointed that Flare is out, while alot cheer the clever upset of PX.

Boice: PX with the fast one on Flare! Took him, and us, by total surprise!

Morpheus: Ha! PX just pulled a C-C-C-C-Combo breaker! I love it!

Boice: I’m sure what to make of that one Morph, clearly Flare was tricked into that, but then again it’s everyone for themselves in this match!

Morpheus: You’re damn right Jack, it is everyone for himself and PX followed that logic perfectly.

Flare looks around in totally shock at having been suckered in by PX. He can’t believe he’s first one out and shouts his frustrations at the referee. After some bickering the referee manages to get Flare to leave the match.

Morpheus: Well this sucks for Flare but this match does continue!

Boice: Absolutely correct Morph, because Gray is all over PX now, throwing punches like no tomorrow! PX is being brutalized by a man 5 inches taller and over 30 pounds heavier than him! Gray now reaches for PX’s neck...STO! Puts his man down Gray looks into the crowd as they respond to the move, and you know, I don’t think we’ve ever had a crowd more split than the one in front of now.

Morpheus: Yeah, that’s true. Good to see we’ve got a crowd tonight who can see past the stupid goody two shoes and snotty wannabe bad guys, and cheer for who they see as the best!

Boice: That’s one way to put it I guess...Gray now gesturing to PX “Get up”, that’s telling, you can see for sure that Gray is in control. He grabs PX and swings him into the corner with a Irish Whip. Gray walks over the opposite corner before tapping his foot off the bottom rope. He turns around stares across into the eyes of PX.

Boice: Gray getting ready for something here...YAKUZA KICK! Y-OUCH! GRAY JUST BURYING HIS FOOT INTO THE FACE OF PX!

Morpheus: THAT’S AS STIFF AS IT GETS BOICE, BELIEVE THAT!

Boice: Man, PX looks totally out of it! If I didn’t know better I’d say he’s looking a little concussed! Gray now, not letting up, drags a broken PX to the centre of the ring-

Morpheus: Once again cutting him off from the ropes Boice, he’s a thinking man’s wrestler-

Boice: - and he’s appears to be setting something up...Scoop slam perhaps NO LETTERS FROM WHITECHAPEL! LETTERS FROM WHITECHAPEL! That’s a scoop lift into a inverted facelock INTO A ROLLING CUTTER MORPHEUS!

Morpheus: A MOVE THAT BRINGS THE HEAD CRASHING INTO THE ARMS OF THE MAT BOICE! PX IS DONE!

Boice: Here we go-

1...

2...

But the pin doesn't finish because Gray looks up as-

Boice: NO! Leg Lariat from Omega! He just knocked Gray upside the head as to break that cover! Why Why Why??? It's elimination rules damnit!

Morpheus: Omega is back on Gray, OMEGA LEVEL LOCKED IN!

Boice: OMEGA LEVEL LOCKED IN...and now here comes part two of that...bang! He just sent Gray flying!

Morpheus: The Omega Level, what a move, a Tazmission into a half nelson Suplex!

Boice: You mean a Kata-ha jime into-

Morpheus: No Boice I mean a Tazmission, only nerds call it a Kata-ha jime. Now get back to the action!

Boice: Um, right - Omega takes Gray up... MICHINOKU DRIVER TWO!

Morpheus: GRAY SLAMMED RIGHT BACK DOWN ON HIS HEAD

Boice: Ref counts, 1

...

2

...

3!

Shelia Blige: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GRAY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE NEXT FALL WILL DECIDE THIS MATCH UP!

Boice: How dominating is Seth Omega, Morph? This guy just TAKES it to his opponents!

Morpheus: Yeah he’s looking good right now for-SHIT! PX with a reverse DDT!

Boice: Wow, PX is back into this in incredible time, he’s wants to take Omega out as fast as possible!

Morpheus: Well he better! Omega has been looking to tangle with PX all match and now is his chance!

Boice: You might be right, Morph, because Omega is right back up on his feet after that DDT. The two of them are brawling things out! Both of them are dropping bombs! Massive haymakers now from both Omega and PX! Each time staggering the other!

Morpheus: Omega hits a haymaker!

Boice: PX hits a haymaker!

Morpheus: Omega hits another haymaker!

Boice: PX also hits another haymaker!

Morpheus: But Omega hits a haymaker again!

Boice:This crowd is going bananas! Omega now grabbing PX...Piledriver? NO He's got PX up for a powerbomb! On shit! He just hit a RUNNING POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!

Morpheus: Ah shit, this is OVER!

Boice: There's the pin!

1!


2!


NAAAHHOOOO! HOW? HOW? HOW does PX have strength to kick out?

Morpheus: PX looks completely out of it Boice!

Boice: PX now, stumbling towards Omega, going for an Irish Whip, reversed! PX off the ropes and uh oh, GOOZLE! OMEGA LOOKING FOR HIS CHOKEBREAKER!

Morpheus: NO! Reversed into a Hurricanrana by PX! He did that on pure instinct! Omega is down and hurting Boice!

Boice: Omega somehow up once again though! But he’s on shaky legs. He stumbles towards PX...PX with a knee to the gut, doubling the big man over!

Morpheus: I think he’s going for his finisher, Xtreme Pain!

Boice: Omega is too big though, he can’t lift him! PX now, clubbing at the back of Omega, trying to wear him down...OH WHAT’S THIS? OMEGA WITH A GO BEHIND, NOW LIFTING PX INTO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!

Morpheus: Long way down from there Boice!

Boice: This could be a turning for Omega, he looking for something big to put PX away and he-OH SHIT, REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER! REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER BY PX!

Morpheus: Omega is down!

Boice: Omega may be down but PX is heading up one last! He going for the top rope Morph as this crowd is on its feet! Here we go...FFOOUURR FFIIFFTTYY SSLLPPAASSHH!! THIS IS OVER, IT’S ALL OVER! I THINK OMEGA IS KNOCKED OUT!

Morpheus: PX makes the cover, this should be it!

Boice: It should be - wait, what’s THIS????

PX makes the cover, but no one seems to be counting the pin because-

Morpheus: It’s FLARE! Flare just came out of nowhere and took out the referee with a DDT!

Boice: Where did he come from?

Morpheus: He must have come through the crowd as we were focusing on the match!

Boice: PX doesn’t know yet! Wait, now he does, he’s just seen Flare and the downed referee! He’s up, he’s charging Flare! NO, he just ran right into a kick to the head by Flare!

Morpheus: Damnit, now he’s setting PX up for something...yeah, there it is-

Boice: End of the World! What the hell is going on here??? An exhausted PX has just been laid out by Flare!

Morpheus: Isn’t it obvious? PX eliminated Flare earlier on in this match-up and now he’s getting his payback

Boice: What PX did mightn’t have been squeaky clean but this match IS everyman for himself and Flare found that out. This, Right here, this is Flare screwing PX out of a win, he’s crossing the line! And I don’t believe this, Flare is placing the downed Seth Omega on top of PX, this is ridiculous!

Morpheus: That just you’re opinion Boice, others would see this as justice and say that PX cost Flare the match now Flare is costing PX the match.

Boice: Flare grabbing the referee now, throwing him towards PX and Omega, this is insane...

Morpheus: Look he’s waking up, and he’s going to make the count! Meanwhile Flare is bailing to the outside! Seth makes the count!

1...

Boice: Not like this!

2...

3!

Shelia Blige: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match SSSEETTHHH OOOOOOOOOOMMEEGGGAAA!!!

Seth Omega (8.17 aps + 1.5 avs = 9.67 total)
Pure Extremist (8.24 aps + 0.9 avs = 9.14 total)
Gray (8.0 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.2 avs = 8.0 total)
Flare (6.7 aps + 0.0 avs = 6.7 total)

Boice: Well, folks, there you have it; a great match spoilt by the ending. PX was going to win this only to a frustrated Flare return to change the outcome of this match.

Morpheus: You know, you say that, but when you think about it, Omega dominated for large sections of this match, I say he could have easily won this.

Boice: I suppose...I guess I’m just still in shock here.

Morpheus: You’re not the only one...look in the ring, PX is beginning to stir.

Boice: This has got to be a slap in the face for PX, a man so desperate to establish himself on the FMW ladder as a top dog.

Morpheus: Oh for sure, I’m mean look it’s written all over his face, just look.

The camera shows PX shaking his head and kicking at the bottom rope, shouting “Fuck it” every couple of seconds.

Morpheus: Hey Jack, get a load of this, look whose still here and smiling pretty!

The camera pans over to show a beaming Flare sitting on the guardrail. He and PX lock eyes. Flare then makes the “What?” gesture with his arms sarcastically.

Boice: Flare looking pretty happy with himself and-Uh oh PX not! Here comes trouble! PX sliding out to met Flare!

Morpheus: Looks like we’re headed for payback for the payback FMW fans! More action!

Boice: Omega isn’t even conscious yet as PX and Flare once again get into things! Both of them are throwing wild punches here despite this match being over.

Morpheus: Well the time may have ran out on this match but there’s always time for some revenge apparently.

Boice: You know what? This might be controversial but I say let them have at it. PX deserves some retribution here

Morpheus: But...But that’s what I think. We never say the same thing. What the hell is going?

Boice: Eww...I think we’re rubbing off on each other or something!

Morpheus: Keep your gay euphemisms to yourself!

Boice: Or maybe not...Anyway carefully; PX and Flare are making their way over here, Morph!

PX and Flare continue to brawl around the outside of the ring. Suddenly Flare throws a punch that PX ducks under, which he then follows up with a DDT, sending Flare crashing into the mat. PX quickly picks Flare up and tosses him against the ring apron. Looking Flare dead in the eyes PX delivers a massive slap to the face of the FMW veteran.

Boice: Man, it’s almost as there’s fire in the eyes of PX tonight, this is as mad as I’ve ever seen him!

Flare throws a punch to PX’s jaw but it’s as if it doesn’t register with PX who simply replies with a massive head butt. PX then grabs Flare and takes him over to the ring post before launching him into it.

Morpheus: Damn...I think PX just busted Flare open after he connected the ring post. Trust me, when your skull made of bone connects with that post made of solid steel it’s NOT fun. Oh man, blood starting to flow here from Flare!

PX picks Flare up again, and this time takes Flare by the back of the head and rams it into the steel post, and again and again...and again. Flare quickly becomes a bloody mess

Morpheus: Man I never thought I’d say this but things are starting to get out of hand here...Jesus, PX, it’s just one match.

Boice: I never thought I'd say this, but I think you’re right, Morph, PX deserved justice...this is over the top of that. The referee now trying to end this but PX now just pushing him away!

Having knocked the referee away PX forces Flare onto his knees and begins clubbing and picking at the cut on Flare’s forehead, trying to open it up even further. Then in a sickening move PX grabs a pen from the announcer's table and uses that to do further damage to the cut.

Boice: Oh man, this isn’t justice, this is just plain sick. PX is could cause scarring here if this continues! This has gotten rotten, I take back what I said. This whole match, this whole thing has been a morality minefield Morph, I can’t tell whose right here at all.

Morpheus: And Flare is too tired and beat up to fight back, damn.

Where before some of the crowd had sympathised with PX after Flare had inferred they now once again split, with boos growing louder and louder the longer this assault goes on.

Boice: Hey now, what’s this? Omega is up! Finally! Mhh, this can’t good. All he’s seeing is PX brutalizing Flare and the crowd booing! I can’t even imagine what he thinks!

Morpheus: Does he even know the match is over? Does he even know he won?

Boice: One thing’s for sure, he never saw Flare interfere in his match. HERE COMES OMEGA!

Omega quickly slides out of the ring and just tackles PX to the floor to the cheers of the crowd. They roll around trading MMA style strikes, heavy elbows and the like. PX fights wildly trying to scrape with the far heavier man but Omega easily pin him down and begins raining down blows.

Morpheus: PX AND OMEGA, GETTING IT ON ALL OVER AGAIN!

Boice: Christ, the suits in my ear are shouting in my ear that we’ve GOT to go to commercial, we’re WAY over time here!!!!!

Morpheus: Don’t cut, Don’t cut! This is ratings right here baby! Even more violence! Look at Omega, he’s got PX in the mounted position! He throwing palm strikes and elbows on PX!!!!

Boice: We have to go to commercial, we need money!

Morpheus: HEADBUTT BY PX, AND ANOTHER! THE RUNT IS FIGHTING BACK! NOW AN ELBOW, HE’S GOT A CHANCE!

Boice: AFTER THE BREAK WE’VE GOT ROMEO VERSUS JARO IN THE STYLE POINTS TOURNAMENT FINALS, PLUS CELT AND JOHANSSON IN A STEEL CAGE!

Morpheus: OH MY GAWH THEY’RE CHOKING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER, DON’T CUT, DON’T CUT
THIS IS BRUTAL!! OMEGA WITH A RIGHT CROSS!

The screen begins to fade.

Morpheus: PX WITH A LOW BLOW! OMEGA WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT! PX IS BITING OMEGA! THIS IS GREAT, RATINGS, DON’T FUCKING CUT!!!

Boice: BUT WE ARE, AND WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!

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Boice: It’s time for the Ultraviolent Championship match between Jaro and the Celt!
 
Morpheus: That’s what I meant.
 
Boice: After weeks of abuse at the hands of Controlled Chaos, Celt will now have a chance, a shot at true vindication.

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Boice: Celt kicks Jaro in the gut and takes a step back... and drives the banhammer into Jaro’s abdomen, way harder than Jaro drove it into Celt’s earlier! Jaro drops like a bag of bricks! Celt’s in control! He’s in control!
 
Morpheus: Well, fuck it, if he’s going to pin him, might as well get it over with!
 
Boice: Celt cannot believe that he is mere moments away from winning his very first FMW title! Well, Celt, don’t just stand there, pin him!
 
Morpheus: I’m waiting on a damn miracle here... Harlequin? CAK? Come on, anyone?
 
Boice: Celt finally goes for the pin! The ref counts, this is all over now! One, two – wait, what?
 
The pin was just broken up by a mysterious man who had suddenly slid in the ring – but the mystery is quickly solved as the meddler is revealed to be none other than PX!
 
Boice: What – that’s PX! PX just ruined Celt’s moment! Why now, why at a time like this? Come on!
 
Morpheus: Because I asked for a miracle, that’s why!
 
Boice: PX is beating down on his already battered brother, intent to rob him of probably the only REAL chance he’ll get at Jaro’s title!
 
Morpheus: I’m loving it! This proves anything can happen in Corruption!
 
Boice: Yeah, anything except for the good guys getting a fair fight!
 
Morpheus: ...Yeah, that’s everything!
 
Boice: PX just dominates over his older brother and he kicks him in the gut, and gives him Xtreme Pain! No shame from the former half of the Fighting Irish, no chance they’ll be getting back together after this!
 
Morpheus: And now he also has the balls to drag Jaro’s body over to Celt and drapes his arm over him! What strategy!
 
Boice: Tell me this isn’t going to end this way.
 
Morpheus: Too bad, Jacky boy, because that looks like how it’s going to end.
 
Boice: PX is ordering the ref to count the pin, just threatening him... and he eventually does anyway, and this is how this title defense is going down.
 
Morpheus: If you’re too sulky to count, then let me do it! The ref counts! One, two, three, Jaro wins and retains the title!
 
Shelia Blige: And here is your winner, earning 7 STYLE POINTS and STILL FMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION... JARO!!!
 
PX hightails it out of the ring as Jaro finally stirs, the ref only making him aware of his victory by raising his hand.
 
[b]Boice: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the environment, this is the world we live in, only here in Corruption can you see not only a victory by interference but also Style Points being awarded for that.
 
Morpheus: Hey, it’s a no-disqualification match. Anything goes, so quit your sulking.
 
Boice: Yeah, the rules were made in accordance to what you can beat down your opponent with... not highway robbery.
 
Morpheus: You can sulk all you want, but at least I got my wish tonight.
 
Jaro, after realizing that he won, suddenly gloats and raises the championship, altogether being a sore winner. He spits on the downed Celt, mostly showing him the title he was not able to win tonight.
 
Boice: And Jaro is really just adding insult to injury here. Come on, you won. We get it.
 
Morpheus: I’ve heard some rumblings backstage that Celt was bragging a little too much on how he was going to beat Jaro for the title... this is his just desserts.
 
Jaro drags Celt up by the hair, still badmouthing and going off on him, when all of a sudden, Celt grabs Jaro’s face with both hands and sends it to the mat!
 
Boice: Oh my, I think Celt was playing possum or at least had come to already!
 
Morpheus: Uh-oh.
 
Boice: Uh-oh seems to be right as Celt is not happy about this, as he’s just started a brutal beatdown of Jaro!
 
Morpheus: Okay, PX, we kind of need you back here...
 
Boice: Wow, Celt’s really taking it to him here! I kinda wouldn’t blame him because he was THIS close to being the new UV champ, but PX robbed him!
 
Celt clotheslines Jaro over the top rope, sending him to the outside. However, he doesn’t follow it up with any high-flying antics as he wants to stay in control; he gets his shillelagh, goes down to the outside and picks Jaro up, and continues beating him, now with the shillelagh, as they go up the ramp.
 
Boice: Celt’s not really letting up here, huh?
 
Morpheus: All right, this has just moved from slightly vindicated to downright uncalled for! Okay, you’re angry, leprecan’t, we get it! Drop that fucking Irish beatstick!

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Gray walks away, leaving Celt alone in his endeavor to destroy Jaro. Before Celt can take another shillelagh shot at Jaro, though, he gets blindsided from behind by one angry Crazy Ash Killa!
 
Morpheus: THANK YOU! FINALLY!
 
Boice: Crazy Ash Killa has come in to save his ally Jaro and I suppose it is a timely rescue, Lord knows what more Celt can do?
 
Morpheus: I can’t imagine, but at least I won’t have to think about it now because CAK is hell-bent on giving Celt a Strife Spike!
 
Boice: He’s got him up!
 
But before Crazy Ash Killa could even begin to bring him down, we hear a loud WHACK! coming from behind, forcing CAK to drop Celt, and crumple to the floor, revealing Mark Johansson with a steel chair in his hand.
 
Boice: Johansson makes the save for his ally!
 
Morpheus: No! No no no no!
 
Boice: And Johansson is telling Celt to go finish what he started because he’ll make sure CAK doesn’t interfere!
 
Morpheus: Oh, the irony. When will this madness end?
 
Celt lifts Jaro up, whacks him in the stomach with the shillelagh to bend him over, and picks him up for a powerbomb onto the concrete floor!
 
Boice: Celt with a nasty powerbomb to Jaro on the hard concrete backstage!
 
Morpheus: Come on, this has got to end now. We’ve seen enough!
 
Boice: I don’t know what Celt still has in mind here, but I am starting to agree with you in that he has done enough damage to Jaro.
 
Morpheus: Really? Thank you!
 
Celt now kneels down and takes Jaro by his bloodied hair and head, screaming to him in frustration.
 
Celt: I had you, I had you right where I wanted you, I was this close, dammit!
 
Celt does the “this close” hand gesture.
 
Celt: You screwed me, you and PX, I know you did it! I know you both screwed me! So watch your back, Jaro, because soon, you’re gonna pay! You’re all gonna pay, each and every last one of you!
 
Celt drops Jaro’s head back down on the floor, stands over him, and walks away, as the camera zooms in to Jaro’s battered and broken face and body.
 
Morpheus: That leprecan’t has some nerve!
 
Boice: Celt with some very heated words for our bloody and broken Ultraviolent Champion, but at least you should be glad now, Morph, that he finally stopped the heinous beatdown, heinous even for Celt.

Boice: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Corruption, and if you've just tuned in with us, before we went to commercial, we saw Seth Omega and PX get into a huge brawl, but not before PX totally brutalized new Corruption superstar Flare.

Morpheus: It was an entirely bloody affair, but everything's all right after officials and a couple of other superstars had the presence of mind to break the fight up.

Boice: That is true, and I wonder what the two of them will have to say about it in the future, but right now, it's time for our next match!

Morpheus: Damn right, it's time for the Finals! 

”Coming Home” by Alter Bridge plays and a mixed reaction emanates from the crowd. Romeo comes out with a confident smirk on his face.
 
Shelia Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Style Points Tournament match! Our Style Points judge, Kimiko, will rate this match to help determine the new #1 contender to the FMW World Heavyweight Championship at Death Row! Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is... ROMEO!!!
 
Boice: This has been a winning cycle for Romeo, and tonight he clashes against Jaro to try and move up to the championship match, but Jaro has not lost this cycle yet, retaining his UV title successfully against both Mark Johansson and the Celt. What’s your take on this, Morph?
 
Morpheus: I like Romeo, I really do, I think his stock is really rising this time, but it’s hard to bet against Jaro. I think, for the first time, I’m going to sit back and let the sparks fly.
 
Boice: Wow, that is indeed quite unlike you, partner.
 
Morpheus: What can I say? These are two of my favorite competitors.
 
Boice: Of course, you always love the people everyone else hates.
 
Morpheus: Everyone else is stupid, anyway.
 
”Mother” by Danzig plays and the crowd lets out more boos to welcome the incumbent Ultraviolent Champion, Jaro.
 
Shelia Blige: And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the FMW Ultraviolent Champion... JARO!!!
 
Boice: It seems the crowd hates Jaro more than they do Romeo!
 
Morpheus: Jaro knows how to get the crowd riled up, and whether you like him or not, he is a very skilled wrestler. That’s why he’s still going in there.
 
Boice: Jaro knows how to take that hatred and use it to his advantage, to rile up the crowd and to give his opponents a false sense of confidence.
 
Morpheus: Then he pulls that win from under his narrow ass, while you’re caught off-guard.
 
Boice: That is all too true sometimes.
 
Jaro gets in the ring and the ref separates the two, while he performs his usual pre-match routine. After he finishes checking both men, he calls for the bell to ring, and the two competitors begin by circling each other.
 
Boice: And this one is officially underway, folks, Jaro just taunting a smug Romeo here, just inviting him to take a shot!
 
Morpheus: Watch out, boss, he might just do that!
 
Boice: Romeo finally takes the bait as he charges in for a clothesline but Jaro ducks and counters it into a flashback!
 
Morpheus: That was a clever move by Jaro! Now he’s got him right where he wants him!
 
Boice: Jaro now stomping a mudhole into Romeo as he just lords over him. Talk about asserting dominance!
 
Morpheus: See, that’s what we were talking about, Jaro baits you in and you get punished for being such a gullible fool.
 
Boice: Jaro has mentioned previously that he’d like to “teach a thing or two” to Romeo, and I think it’s pretty clear that this is what he meant.
 
Morpheus: No doubt about that, the boss is a way more savvy veteran than Romeo is.
 
Boice: We’ve also just learned that Romeo intends to purchase FMW as his own enterprise, but the representative of the FMW Board of Directors, our very own Celeste, gave him a condition; the Board will only consider the offer if Romeo beats Jaro tonight.
 
Morpheus: I really think it’s an interesting prospect; imagine an FMW run by Romeo!
 
Boice: Oh, God, I can already imagine it, and I gotta say, I don’t like it one bit.
 
Morpheus: Oh, come on, it’s not going to be that bad for you do-goody pussies. I don’t think we’ll see an Original Sin this time.
 
Boice: That’s not the point. I don’t trust Romeo one bit, and neither do these fans.
 
Morpheus: Whatever, you won’t know until you experience it. It’s a fair game once again as Romeo is now back on his feet and trading punches with Jaro.
 
Boice: Romeo ducks a Jaro fist and takes control with a belly-to-back side slam!
 
Morpheus: The young dog is showing why he should be taken seriously once again.
 
Boice: We all think Romeo should be taken seriously, just not trusted. Romeo with a hard kick to Jaro’s back, and another, and once more for the hat trick. The sound of that boot connecting with Jaro’s spine is cringeworthy.
 
Morpheus: He’s weakening the back so that if he gets a chance to hit the Strongarm Takeover, Jaro’s going to stay down for the count.
 
Boice: That’s what I figured he was doing. Running kick to the back and Jaro is sent flying like a rag doll!
 
Morpheus: Romeo makes the cover! One, tw- no, not even the two! Still too early!
 
Boice: Those kicks were definitely stiff, but something like that isn’t going to put away the boss that easily. He’s still the UV champ for a reason.
 
Morpheus: I’m amazed he can take a beating from Celt like he did the last show and still kick out of a pin, really.
 
Boice: He’s had time to recuperate. Romeo still in control of this one as he picks Jaro up, but he counters with a nose clip! And he hits a kitchen sink boot to Romeo’s gut!
 
Morpheus: Jaro pulling out another fast one and he hits a leg drop for good measure!
 
Boice: Jaro’s also returning the favor by hitting Romeo with his own stomps and kicks!
 
Morpheus: Jaro picks Romeo up and hits a hard DDT! I heard that one land for sure!
 
Boice: Just a reminder folks, for those who’ve only just joined us, this is a Style Points Tournament match and the winner has a chance of going on to Death Row. You’d think these two would start trying to go for something awesome.
 
Morpheus: I still really don’t care for that tournament, but I do want to see either of these guys at Death Row.
 
Boice: Jaro picks Romeo up once again and starts laying down punches to Romeo’s face. Romeo starts to fire back some of his own and we have a brawl again!
 
Morpheus: Jaro sends Romeo running to the ropes but Romeo comes back with a swift kick to Jaro’s face! Jaro was looking to go for the back body drop but it was countered! That’s gotta hurt!
 
Boice: I’d be surprised if it didn’t break Jaro’s nose, both men have been throwing around stiff shots at each other all night. Romeo sends Jaro into the corner and comes at him with a flying shoulder block!
 
Morpheus: And now it looks like Romeo’s checking out a place in the high-rent district!
 
Boice: It’s been a while since Romeo dove off from the turnbuckle, I wonder how this is going to end?
 
Morpheus: He leaps! He’s going for the leg lariat!
 
Boice: BUT JARO HAS HIM! AND HE COUNTERS WITH A MARTYR SAUCE!
 
Morpheus: Crash and burn, and this one might just be over! The ref counts! I think Jaro’s going to Death Row, and with style!
 
Boice: One, two, thr- no, Romeo grabs the ropes! They were within his reach! This one isn’t over yet!
 
Morpheus: I thought that was gonna be that for sure! Both men are showing impressive presence of mind tonight, and you can tell both men want that championship shot!
 
Boice: Like always, it’s all gonna come down to who wants it more! Jaro looks absolutely frustrated, though, he thought he had this one in the bag!
 
Morpheus: We all did, but now the show must go on!
 
Boice: Jaro picks Romeo up and sends him to the ropes again, but this time Jaro meets him with a spinning wheel kick straight to the face!
 
Morpheus: That’s also a potential nose-breaker right there.
 
Boice: Jaro goes for the cover again, hoping that the kick might have taken out Romeo’s lights – one, two, th- no, Romeo kicks out!
 
Morpheus: He’s still in the game, but Romeo looks like he’s still out of it as well.
 
Boice: That surprise Martyr Sauce did shake him up quite a bit, and right now Jaro is in control.
 
Morpheus: Jaro gets him up again and starts to take measured shots at Romeo’s face.
 
Boice: Romeo’s pretty battered right now, isn’t he? Romeo needs to find an opening and exploit it, but Jaro isn’t giving him an inch at all.
 
Morpheus: Jaro hooks him up for the russian legsweep... but Romeo is elbowing out of it!
 
Boice: This might be Romeo’s chance to get back in the game... and he manages to counter it, and hook his own leg for his own russian legsweep!
 
Morpheus: But Romeo still looks out of it, and he can’t get up to capitalize on the opening!
 
Boice: Romeo is still reeling from the abuse he had just taken and he can’t follow up!
 
Morpheus: The two men rise back up and Romeo lost his chance to take control; they’re both gonna be on equal footing.
 
Boice: Jaro starts punching again, and Romeo fights back immediately, this is gonna turn into yet another fistfight but Romeo ducks and hits a manhattan drop from behind!
 
Morpheus: Romeo tries to go for a bulldog but Jaro counters into a snapmare, and keeps on a headlock!
 
Boice: Romeo hooks Jaro’s legs from below, though, and stands up! He’s carrying Jaro on his back, what a feat of strength!
 
Morpheus: And he drops back down to send Jaro back-first into the mat! But Jaro still won’t let go!
 
Boice: This is interesting, Jaro still won’t let go!
 
Morpheus: He’s cutting off all airflow to Romeo with that headlock, and if Romeo doesn’t make him let go, he’s going to pass out!
 
Boice: He’s trying everything he can, in his weakened state... he goes for the backdrop again, trying to get Jaro off his neck! He drops backward into the slam... but Jaro’s still holding on!
 
Morpheus: It might end in a submission if he can’t get rid of him!
 
Boice: Romeo’s got little left to work with, he’s going to go for it again! Maybe third time’s the charm!
 
Morpheus: Romeo stands up, with Jaro still holding on tightly around his neck... jumps backwards, Jaro’s back lands hard on the mat! And Jaro finally lets go!
 
Boice: Romeo is trying to catch his breath, he finally has another opening, and he hooks Jaro’s legs... he’s trying to go for the White Death!
 
Morpheus: But Jaro wouldn’t let Romeo hook his arm!
 
Boice: Romeo is trying to lock in the cobra clutch, so he can choke out Jaro, but Jaro is trying to power out of the potential hold and at the same time, trying to elbow Romeo with his free arm!
 
Morpheus: Jaro does indeed have a lot of fight still left in him.
 
Boice: Jaro just won’t give in to the submission hold and Romeo gives up on trying to hook him!
 
Morpheus: That may just prove to be a big mistake. Jaro quickly gets up on his feet and tries to take Romeo down with another spinning wheel kick, but Romeo dodges in the nick of time!
 
Boice: Romeo uses the opening to put Jaro in a double underhook, but Jaro quickly powers out of it and sends Romeo running into the corner!
 
Morpheus: And Jaro... mounts him, possibly to go for a frankensteiner or something!
 
Boice: But Romeo slides out from between Jaro’s legs, and climbs to the second rope, behind him!
 
Morpheus: Oh no, what does Romeo have in mind?
 
Boice: He might be going for the Strongarm Takeover to finish this one... no, wait, he hooks Jaro in a full nelson!
 
Morpheus: I think i know what he’s gonna do here!
 
Boice: Romeo leaps backward, and backflips! Old-school Sicilian Slam from the ropes! Vintage Romeo!
 
Morpheus: I’m going to forgive you for using “vintage”, because it really was old-school Romeo! What a move!
 
Boice: I’d wager that this is just about over!
 
Morpheus: Romeo crawls over to make the cover! This one is done! This one is done!
 
Boice: The ref counts! One, two, thre- NO, JARO KICKS OUT! JARO KICKS OUT!
 
Morpheus: Romeo can’t believe it! He thought Jaro was done!
 
Boice: Romeo covers him again, maybe he’d stay down this time, one, two, th- Jaro gets a shoulder up! Jaro just won’t quit!
 
Morpheus: I never expected Jaro to just hand over the victory, but this is crazy!
 
Boice: These two men want the opportunity real bad, and neither are intent on giving up easily.
 
Morpheus: What a match!
 
Boice: Romeo rises to his feet, and drags Jaro up by the hair with him, and positions himself behind him! He lifts Jaro up and spins him around! Strongarm Takeover!
 
Morpheus: No, Jaro counters it into an arm drag! He’s not out yet!
 
Boice: Jaro with an impressive counter-maneuver to stay in the match, and he just bought himself a little more time for that one big move he needs to win.
 
Morpheus: Romeo goes to strike, but Jaro kicks him hard in the gut!
 
Boice: And a huge backhand smash to Romeo’s face!
 
Morpheus: Jaro picks up Romeo and I think Romeo just opened himself to the finishing blow!
 
Boice: Jaro’s looking for that second Martyr Sauce to seal the deal! He’s looking to end this once and for all!
 
Morpheus: Romeo’s slung over Jaro’s shoulder... but wait! Romeo’s crawling out of that hold! He drops to the floor and turns it into a sunset flip pin! He’s got Jaro’s tights! This might end in a dirty way! I love it!
 
Boice: The ref counts! One, two, thre- no! Jaro breaks free of the pin after some wild wiggling!
 
Morpheus: Jaro wants to stay in the match so bad that he even broke free from a dirty little pin, and the crowd is going nuts!
 
Boice: Both men have no time to air out their frustrations because they’ve got a match to win! Romeo going back to throwing punches at Jaro!
 
Morpheus: Jaro trading blow for blow!
 
Boice: Jaro parrying a Romeo punch and turning it into an irish whip to send Romeo running to the ropes and Romeo is greeted with a hard belly-to-belly slam! Jaro makes the cover, this might be it! This might be it!
 
Morpheus: One, two, th- no, Romeo kicks out, he kicks out! He got crushed with that crash but he still kicks out! What will it take to put away these guys?
 
Boice: Both men showing why they are two of Corruption’s top contenders!
 
Morpheus: Jaro looking to go for the Planet Pop while Romeo is still down on the mat... and he locks it! He locks it in!
 
Boice: Jaro just constricting those shoulders, and Romeo is trying to roll forward, trying to roll out of the hold, but Jaro is pinning him to the ground with the Planet Pop!
 
Morpheus: Romeo’s got to fight through that pain, to live for another day, and he’s trying to block out that pain by focusing on escaping the hold! I’m afraid it might break his arms!
 
Boice: But he’s still going for it, hoping he could create enough momentum to get Jaro to roll with him!
 
Morpheus: He’s trying to do it... he goes for it... there, he’s rolled forward and he’s brought Jaro with him! Jaro inadvertently breaks the hold, and Romeo rolls out of Jaro’s reach!
 
Boice: But Jaro is quick on the uptake as he rushes forward and brings a knee to Romeo’s gut, and he’s bent over again! Jaro lifts him over his shoulder! He’s looking for the Martyr Sauce a third time!
 
Morpheus: But Jaro lifts him too hard as Romeo manages to slide out of the hold once again!
 
Boice: Romeo is faster as he wraps his arms around Jaro’s torso and lifts, and spins! Strongarm Takeover! Strongarm Takeover! And he hits it! He manages to get it in!
 
Morpheus: He got all of that move down and I just heard Jaro’s spine crash on the mat like a gunshot!
 
Boice: An exhausted Romeo makes the cover, and I really think this is it! He did get all of that!
 
Morpheus: The ref counts! One, two, THREE! Oh my god, Jaro’s just been defeated, and by Romeo no less!
 
Shelia Blige: And here is your winner, earning 8 STYLE POINTS... ROMEO!!!
 
Romeo (8.5 aps + 1.7 avs = 10.2 total)
Jaro (8.49 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.9 avs = 9.29 total)
 
A stronger, mixed reaction emanates from the crowd as the referee raises Romeo’s hand in victory!
 
Boice: Romeo won! I may not like him, but that was one hell of a match!

Morpheus: I like it! It could have gone both ways and I would've marked out like a little girl in a Backstreet Boys concert!

Boice: ...What?

Morpheus: I loved it!

Jaro quickly gets up and is visibly very angry. Romeo notices this and Jaro goes to punch him for being handed his first loss in a while, but Romeo is quicker as he rolls out of the ring before Jaro could reach him, smiling and taunting the UV Champ.

Boice: Jaro is really angry, and even I could understand why! Nevertheless, Romeo managed to escape in time!

Morpheus: He could've done him in like Celt did, but he didn't!

Boice: Perhaps he wanted to keep in top shape if ever he ends up at Death Row!

Morpheus: Whoo, Death Row, Romeo is officially in the running for that one!

Boice: That's right, with 8 Style Points, that just catapulted him into contention, and I guess we’ll find out the final decision after Faith’s match-up at Distortion!
 
Morpheus: This does get me giddy... we might just be able to bring the FMW title to Corruption!
 
Boice: That is an exciting prospect indeed, Morph, and let me just say what a match these two have just put on tonight. I’m not either Romeo or Jaro’s biggest fan, but I know a good match when I see one, and these two have laid it on the line in a great match.
 
Morpheus: It could’ve gone either way, Jack, and I’d have loved it nonetheless. And now, I'm going to love it even more if Romeo gets to go to Death Row!
 
Boice: Of course, you like these guys. The average fan doesn’t.
 
Morpheus: And like I said, the average fan is an idiot!
 
Boice: Right. We’ll be right back, folks, don’t go anywhere, we’ve still got a Main Event coming up!

Romeo is at the top of the ramp, pointing to his temple and just smiling at a furious Jaro, stewing in the ring.

Before the show goes to commercial, however, we cut in quickly to the parking lot, with an ambulance parked in the middle. EMT's are loading Flare into the ambulance. Suddenly, Christian G. Smitten sticks his head out from behind the open door of the ambulance, looking down at Flare. He smiles an evil smile down at the unconscious Flare.

Smitten: Oh, Mr. Flaaare... You won't be needing this anymore, now...will you?

He holds up the Gold Card, the rightful owner of which was Flare. Smitten then begins to laugh, and cuddles the Gold Card like it was his own baby. He then turns and walks away, still clutching the Gold Card to himself like a child, as the EMTs continue to load Flare up into the ambulance.

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Boice: Death Row is only a few nights away and it's promising to be one hell of a show! Let's run down the matches announced so far!

Morpheus: Well, this just in, Jack, with the unfortunate beatdown of Flare earlier tonight, FMW Commissioner Christian G. Smitten has just greenlighted - get this - the third GOLD CARD GAUNTLET to be held at Death Row!

Boice: We did just see Smitten take Flare's Gold Card from him, and we've got a new host of young superstars vying for the one true shot at greatness! I've just been told that Damien Inferno, Gabriel Crow, and Abel Steele from Ammunition are in, as well as Apostasy and Jack Eastwood from Distortion, and our own Gray from Corruption!

Morpheus: I'm excited!

Boice: Also, if Dallas Roland, Black Marcus, or Romeo do not get in the title match at Death Row, then they will be in the Gold Card Gauntlet as well, so stay tuned for that!

Morpheus: But to be real, Romeo's win earlier did create a huge lead, it's going to be pretty hard from the Ammunition boys to top that, and really, only Faith can knock him down.

Boice: That is true, but we'll all have to see how it goes for the other Next, Ammunition's own Chris Austin has been a thorn in Smitten's side, and vice versa, and at Death Row they're going to clash!

Morpheus: I'm looking for Smitten to win that one.

Boice: Next we also have one for the ages, that spans back to when Ignition was still alive; our own Seth Omega won a four-way to determine the new #1 contender to War Machine's Television title, and we're finally getting that match at Death Row!

Morpheus: I hope we get the TV title here on Corruption!

Boice: FMW's hero, Drew Michaels, made a surprising return - or should I say, resurrection - back on Ammunition 9.3!

Morpheus: He should have stayed dead!

Boice: And now he's naturally looking for revenge, against one of the men who were responsible for his "death", our own Harlequin!

Morpheus: And Harley's going to burn him in an Inferno match!

Boice: And while we're talking about Ammunition, back at 9.2, Eric Scorpio had just won the vacant C-4 championship after a grueling match with Chris Austin, and last time, at 9.3, he had named one young superstar as the new #1 contender!

Morpheus: More like a lame-ass frenchie.

Boice: It's going to be Chris Kelson vs. Eric Scorpio for the C-4 championship!

Morpheus: Can you say, 'no chance in hell'?

Boice: That remains to be seen. We've also got the Unified tag team titles on the line as the new champs, Crash Scene, will be taking on the team of Faith and Steven VanGuard!

Morpheus: Hey, if Faith wins the SPT, that means she'll have to wrestle twice, right?

Boice: It looks that way, Morph, I guess we'll have to find out how that's gonna work at Death Row!

Morpheus: Sounds sexy.

Boice: Next up we have the Corruption division's pride and joy, the development that's been stewing all cycle, the Ultraviolent Championship!

Morpheus: It's going to be nasty, it's going to be brutal, and I'm gonna love it!

Boice: Celt, Johansson and Jaro face off after the two young contenders came so close to winning on separate occasions!

Morpheus: I have to agree there, if anyone's deserving, it's those two. Too bad they're just going to be banhammered, bitches!

Boice: Lastly, our main event, the FMW World Heavyweight Championship match!

Boice: The Style Points Tournament culminates here, and it is going to be a mystery up until the end; who will Hostyle face? Will it be Faith? Will it be Romeo? Will it be Roland? Or Black Marcus?

Morpheus: Seriously? The Ammunition boys have a legitimate fighting chance at this?

Boice: I would guess not since as of now, Romeo has the lead, but Faith could very well change all of that at Distortion 9.4.

Morpheus: I'd rather place my bets on those two.

Boice: So that's the Death Row card we have so far, tune in to the B-shows for more updates!

Morpheus: I do like the sound of that!

Boice: All right, it’s Main Event time, folks! We’ve got a big tonight. It’ll be a preview of Death Row with the two challengers to Jaro’s Ultraviolent title going head to head inside a steel cage! This booking can be no doubt the conjuring of Jaro to soften up his opponents in 6 days time.

Morpheus: You’re looking at it the wrong way, Jack. This is the prefect opportunity for these two to take one man out of the equation at Death Row! It’s an ideal chance for one of them to get a head start!

Boice: I guess that’s one way of looking at it morph. But this cycle Mark and Celt have struck an allegiance against the opposing threat of Jaro and Havoc. Mark may be the only ally Celt has left after PX walking out on them after they rushed to his aid just two weeks ago. One has to wonder how they will approach this match.

Morpheus: If I were one of them I’d want to take my competition for Death Row.

Boice: Even if it were someone who stood by you when no one else did?

Morpheus: Friends come and go, Jack, but when you win a title your name is in the books forever. Winning is everything in this game.

Boice: Food for thought, I guess. But right now qe’re going to go over to our lovely ring announcer Sheila Blige to introduce the match and participants.

[i]The camera switches from our announcers to the ring, occupied by Sheila Blige.

Shelia Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening! The following contest is a Steel Cage Match!

The crowd pop for the main event.

Shelia Blige: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...

Burkhard Dallwitz’s "It's A Jungle Out There" hit’s the speakers, and Mark Johansson appears at the ramp. The crowd cheer him on as he walks down the ramp, in no particular hurry.

Shelia Blige: ...weighing in at 225 pounds , this is MARK JOHANSSON!!!

Boice: Mark is entering this match on the back of a victory over his opponent’s brother Pure Extremist, and will have perhaps some momentum going from that. PX’s style, you’d imagine, would be similar to Celt’s, so that match may have been good preparation for what’s in store for him tonight.

Morpheus: I wouldn't call it the same thing.

Shelia Blige: And his opponent tonight, hailing from Castlebar, Ireland...

There is a large pop when the police sirens begin to sound, and another when its transcends into “The warrior’s code” by the Dropkick Murphys. The Celt appears on the ramp through green fog, and walks down to the ring with his arms outstretched for the fans.

Shelia Blige: ...weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the law, He is THE CELT!!!

The Celt rolls into the ring, and Sheila exits. The cage is then lowered down.

Boice: The cage is descending now, and there's going to be only one way out of this. Morph, you have to wonder how they’ll go about this match.

Morpheus: I just hope they knock the shit out of each other, because I have no personal interest whatsoever with these two guys. I hope Jaro beats them at Death Row, hah!

Boice: Of course. Well, there’s the bell, and the two begin circling each other, and tie up in the centre of the ring. Interesting to note that The Celt is the taller of the two, but Mark is the heavier as they jostle for position.

The two rock back and forth in the centre of the ring, until Mark gets a side headlock in.

Boice: Side headlock applied, and he’s got in tight! Celt now is trying to wriggle free, but to no avail. But leg now sweeps the legs from under Mark and breaks the hold.

Morpheus: Boooooooring. Boooooooring.

Boice: What? You can't start your own chant! Celt moves quickly and grabs a hold of Mark’s arm, and applies the hammerlock!

Morpheus: Yes, I can. Booooooring.

Boice: Mark reverses, standing switch, but Celt does the same! Takes Mark down to the ground with a Fujiwara armbar!

Celt wrenches back on the arm, while Mark struggles to break it. Celt, while in control of the arm, switches the hold to a cross arm breaker.

Boice: Celt really wrenching back on that arm now. Mark struggling and… yes, his arm breaks free and he grabs one of the exposed legs of the Celt! Turns him over and locks in a single leg crab! These two are putting on quite a wrestling match thus far!

Morpheus: Wrestling? In my Steel Cage? GTFO!

Mark grabs the second leg for a full on boston crab. Celt’s arms reach out for the bottom rope, but they are just out of reach. The more he stretches, the harder Mark wrenches. Celt then uses his arms to push himself up, and roll out the hold!

Boice: Celt and Mark are showing the crowd they know how to wrestle here, and the two are back on their feet, and measuring each other! Arm Drag by Mark! Another from Celt! And again from Mark! Another from Celt! And back into a collar and elbow!

Morpheus: Punch! For the love of God punch him! Break his nose! Give me some blood!

The crowd show their approval of their technical abilities with applause. Celt locks in a headlock, and Mark is trying to push him off. Mark grabs Celt’s arm with both of his, and yanks hard.

Boice: Mark is using all his strength to break Celt’s grip! He gets the arms apart! Grabs Celt’s arm, and irish whip! Celt crashes into the steel!

The Celt stumbles backwards and turns to Mark. They stare at each other. Celt points at Mark and starts yelling at him!

Boice: And The Celt isn’t one bit happy about that! He’s infuriated! He’s arguing with Mark in the centre of the ring!

Morpheus: Finally! Somebody might actually hit somebody! Brawl damn you!

Boice: The two are exchanging words here, and Celt shoves Mark! And Mark shoves him back! Celt looks at him disapprovingly and has a chuckle to himself… Woah strong arm of the law out of nowhere! That lariat could have turned Mark inside out! Celt's angry now!

Morpheus: Yes! Finally! Kill ‘em!

Boice: Mark getting to his feet, as Celt throws fists at him! Mark punching his way to his feet! Celt and Mark are trading blows in the middle of the ring here! Exchanging right hands! Now Celt with a knee to the gut, and an over head belly-to-belly suplex! And Celt’s not slowing up here!

Morpheus: He grabs Mark, oh man this is going to kick ass, he’s lookin’ at the cage!

Boice: And FIRES Mark face first into the steel mesh! And now grinding his nose in it! My god they may be allies but not tonight! Celt ramming him into that cage! Now locking his arms around him, is he thinking another belly to belly?!

Celt prepares to toss Mark, but Mark uses a head butt to free himself, followed with some fists.

Boice: Mark flips the tables here, now he’s got Celt, whats he thinking? SNAP SUPLEX! INTO THE CAGE! Celt crashing into that steel and falling to the ground in between the cage and those ropes!

Morpheus: It’s getting violent now! This is what corruption is about Jack!

Boice: Celt using the ropes and the cage to get to his feet, and Mark with a dropkick! Squashing Celt against the cage! Celt falls back to the floor.

Mark drags Celt under the bottom rope to the ring centre.

Boice: Mark with the first cover of the match!

1...



2...
NO!

Celt out at two!

Morpheus: Dammit, leprecan't!

Boice: Now Mark grabs Celt’s arm as he gets to his feet, goes for an irish whip, but Celt reverses! But Mark uses his weight to stop the whip.

Morpheus: You know, the plan is perfect. Get these guys to wear each other down before the big match.

Boice: And Celt with a knife edge chop! He lights up Mark! Celt forces Mark into the corner, and chops again! And Mark responds with one of his own! But a third from the Celt leaves Mark winded, and Celt grabs Mark and drops the DDT!

Morpheus: Boom, bitch!

Celt positions a sprawled out Mark in the ring centre. Standing at one corner, he looks out to the crowd.

Boice: The crowd are getting riled up here, I think they know what Celt is thinking! Celt makes the run up… AIR EIRE!! Christopher Daniels, eat your heart out! Celt lands that sault perfectly!

Celt and Mark are both down the floor for a moment before Celt throws himself on top of Mark.

Boice: Celt with the cover!

1...



2...

T… NO kickout at two and a half! So close!

Celt stands on his knees with his hands on his hips, looking around in disbelief.

Boice: Celt thought he had done enough, but Mark is made of tough stuff and wont be beaten that easily!

Morpheus: Why can't this end already? It's just so damn boring!

Boice: Celt brings himself to his feet, dragging Mark with him. He picks Mark up, and just charges at the cage! Slamming Mark’s back against it!

Morpheus: There! Use the cage more!

Boice: Mark stumbling back, Celt taking a step back, he’s winding one up! Roaring Elbow… No, Mark dodged!! Celt went for the roaring elbow and got the cage instead! Celt turns around, and a vicious dropkick to the knees of Celt from Mark! He took the feet from underneath him!

Morpheus: Damn!

Mark pushes the downed Celt up against the cage, and while using the ropes as leverage, starts crushing the knees of Celt by forcing them against the cage with his feet!

Boice: Mark trying to take the feet from Celt here, just grinding those knees against the steel wall! Picking Celt up now, and flattens him with a spine buster!

Mark allows Celt to gradually get to his feet, all the while standing behind him. When Celt gets both of his feet under him, Mark chops him at the knees.

Boice: Mark with a chop to the knee! He may be thinking Crackdown right now! Mark jumps and bounces off the ropes, CRACKD… NO! Celt dodged! Celt rolled out of the way just at the right moment!

Morpheus: God damn, I wouldn't want to eat that, either.

Boice: Mark spins around, and Celt goes for a super kick, but Mark ducks! And Mark chops the knee again! HERE IT COMES, CRACKDOWN!!! As quickly as he could, Mark nails The Crackdown!!! Celt sent flying!

Celt is laying flat out on the apron at the side closest us, and crowd are waiting for Mark to make his move! He grabs onto the cage, and is beginning his ascend and escape! Celt is lying out! Mark is on his way to victory!

Mark begins climbing up the side of the cage opposite where Celt is laying.

Morpheus: Almost there!

Boice: Mark nearing the top… WAIT! What the hell?! Who’s that coming down the ramp?! Is that..?!

As Mark climbs up to the top of the cage, somebody walks down the ramp, holding a certain piece of carpentry we are all familiar with, waiting for Mark at the bottom...

Morpheus: JARO!! JARO’S HERE! Now this one's really interesting!

Boice: Good lord why on earth is the Ultraviolent Champion here?

Morpheus: Maybe he’s here to congratulate Johansson? Or maybe he's here to take out his frustration for losing the Style Points match!

Boice: Congratulate him with that ban hammer he brought with him?! Get real Morph! That man has no right being here! He’s stopping outside the ring, watching Mark climb the cage! And Mark has come to a stand still here, he’s just staring out at Jaro, who’s clutching the ban hammer with both hands. I wouldn't be coming down to that either!

Morpheus: Say what you want, but the champ hasn’t exactly done anything wrong here. He’s just come out to watch the match, he hasn’t attacked anybody or anything!

Boice: Well Mark doesn’t want to climb out of the cage with Jaro in waiting! He’s climbing back down! But Celt is getting back to his feet!

Mark looks back and sees that Celt is standing up.

Boice: Mark sees Celt getting up… Mark jumps! Flying cross body!! But wait! Celt rolls it through! Cover!

One!



Two!

Thre… NO! Mark kicks out! Mark kicks out!

Morpheus: Bah gawd!

Boice: And both men are up in a hurry to their feet! Mark charges, going for the clothesline, but Celt ducks! Mark turns and Celt FLOORS him with a huge lariat! Mark has been laid out!

Morpheus: LARIATO! I'd say Jaro is looking impressed!

Boice: No, I'd say he's looking forward to bashing their heads in with that banhammer!

Morpheus: Celt picking up Mark now, putting in a backbreaker rack position, we know where this one is going… and THERE it is! BRUTALITY DRIVER!!!

Boice: But... Celt doesn't pin him! He's looking to climb over the cage!

Morpheus: Is he crazy? Does he want to get his skull bashed in? ...Okay, on second thought, do it!

Boice: Johansson is out and there's no one to stop Celt's ascent!

Morpheus: Do it! Do it! Do it! Come on!

Boice: He's at the top! Jaro's waiting down below with the banhammer but Celt is not afraid! He's keeping an eye on Jaro!

Morpheus: I bet he's about to piss his pants in fear!

Boice: Well, it looks like he's not afraid at all, because he goes down and this match is officially over!

Shelia Blige: And here is your winner, by escape... THE CELT!!!

The Celt (8.29 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.5 avs = 9.69 total)
Mark Johansson (8.25 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.1 avs = 9.24 total)

Contrary to what people thought, Jaro in fact doesn't attack Celt; mainly because Celt has faced him and has locked him in an intense staredown, as the cage is rising up.

Morpheus: I'm waiting for the hammer shot... where is it?

Boice: Celt showing a tremendous amount of poise and boldness here by apparently keeping Jaro in his place.

Morpheus: Come on, Jaro, you know he's too dumb to have good reflexes... Hit him!

Boice: I wouldn't bait any of them like that if I were you... Jaro knows better, I guess.

Morpheus: I just want to see that damn hammer connect, I need my hammer fill for tonight!

Boice: A "hammer fill"?

Morpheus: It's like a crack addiction, but for hammer shots!

Boice: Shall I call for an intervention?

All of a sudden, somebody, in a trenchcoat and what appears to be a ski-mask, jumps the security barrier and gets in the ring as the cage is high up already... and starts kicking Mark Johansson, who was getting up, with what seems to be precise and deadly Muay Thai kicks!

Boice: What the hell? Who is this guy?

Morpheus: I have no idea, but I love him already!

Boice: This mystery man is beating the hell out of Mark Johansson... and for no seemingly good reason at all! Somebody care to explain this?

Morpheus: Looks like he's on Jaro's side from the looks of things... and I love it! What swift, potentially career-ending kicks!

Boice: The mystery man is letting his quick feet do the talking... Celt, help him out!

Morpheus: This is actually pretty awesome to watch, he knows what he's doing there!

Celt turns around to see the commotion in the ring.

Morpheus: Uh-oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you...

Boice: God dammit, Jaro knocks Celt in the SKULL from behind with the banhammer!

Morpheus: Hah! Told you!

Boice: And now the two men are brutally beating down Mark and Celt, and I would REALLY love to know right now who that masked man is and why he has a problem with Mark Johansson!

Morpheus: I think he's also got a problem with the Celt, because Jaro just pushed the leprecan't into the ring and Mr. Mystery is now kicking his ass up and down the canvas!

Boice: These men are just brutalizing Mark and Celt, in another twist of events!

Morpheus: Now Celt knows how the beatdown he did last time really feels! That's what you get for messing with Jaro, beeyotch!

Boice: Both men are bleeding already and I'm not surprised, they just had a violent cage match!

Morpheus: They're just getting in a few more shots for good measure.

Finally, the masked man rolls out of the ring and jumps the security barrier again to leave through the crowd, as Jaro stands tall with blood on his hands.

Boice: Finally! Thank God. But still... the damage has been done. That mystery man had no business whatsoever intruding in FMW affairs.

Morpheus: I disagree, if he wanted to kick Mark and Celt's asses, then he should have every right to.

Boice: Of course, of course you would disagree. And now, the UV champ is standing tall, with an edge coming in to their match at Death Row. What a noble champ.

Morpheus: Hey, Jaro never said he was the Citizen of the Year.

Boice: Right. Anyway, we're out of time for tonight, so we'll see you soon, at Death Row. For my partner Morpheus, this has been Jack Boice, and this has been FMW Corruption.

Morpheus: Later, bitches!