Ignition 9.1 - RESULTS

”Fuel” by Metallica blasts from the speakers as the Ignition logo flashes on the METALtron. Celeste makes her way out onto the stage to a big pop.

Celeste: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the inaugural edition for the home of FMW’s showmen, Ignition! Any of you who may be fans of what the E might have to offer can expect something along those lines, but I guarantee you that what you see here at ignition will make anything Vince offers look like a lame children’s petting zoo!

So without further ado, let me introduce you to the people who will be bringing Ignition into your homes! Introducing first our backstage announcer, the one…the only…ACTION JACKSON!

The crowd goes crazy as Action Jackson is shown on the METALtron.

Action Jackson: That’s right, fans! It’s ya boy, Action Jackson, and I’ll be bringing you all the backstage news and behind the scenes action here on Ignition!

Celeste: And introducing our ring announcer…JACEN SOLO!

”Fuel” starts playing again as Solo steps out to a friendly reaction. He makes his way to the ring and slides in as the music fades out.

Celeste: And introducing our announce team…STONE AND BOSS FOXX!

Both men walk out to a huge pop, and take their places at the announce table.

Celeste: Welcome again, folks, sit back and enjoy the show!

Celeste leaves the stage to a round of thunderous applause.

“Chinese Sleep Chant” by Coldplay starts up to a good pop. Technician makes his way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans on his way to the ring. He makes a wink and a mysterious smirk as he enters the ring.

Jacen Solo: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in tonight at 200 pounds…THE TEEEEEECHNIIIIICIAAAAAAN!!

Stone: Pretty good matchup we’ve got here, and a great way to kick off the very first episode of Ignition. And a Battle of the City of Brotherly Love. Technician versus War Machine I expect to be a barnburner.

Foxx: I doubt it. War Machine has the 85 pound weight advantage. Tech is about to get his ass whooped.

Stone: We’ll see. Tech is quite the resilient competitor.

Foxx: We’ll see alright.

With that, “Indestructible” by Disturbed hits to boos. Tech stands focused as War Machine makes his way down without hesitation. Dennis Williamson is a few feet behind his client. He rolls into the ring and stretches, seemingly salivating at the chance to break Tech in two as Williamson takes a seat at the time-keeper’s table.

Solo: His opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in tonight at 285 pounds, accompanied to the ring by his manager Dennis Williamson. “The Human Weapon”…WAAAAAAAR MACHIIIIIIIINE!

Stone: And the bell rings, and Machine charges! Tech rolls out of the way and Machine’s momentum takes him into the corner! Tech opening up with rights, lefts, kicks, anything he can!

Foxx: This is not the way for Machine to start, but Tech is obviously not going to go toe-to-toe with this man for the whole match!

Machine shoves Tech away, and Tech dives at him only to be caught in mid air and flattened with a side slam!

Stone: And just like that, back to square one!

Foxx: See, I told you! And now Tech’s decimation begins!

Stone: Machine with clubbing blows, and an Irish Whip…Tech ducks the clothesline and with the go behind puts down War Machine with a suplex!

Foxx: Tech barely missed being beheaded!

With Machine down, Tech keeps up the pressure, landing on the downed Machine with a Lionsault. He goes for a cover and Machine kicks out at two. Tech looks towards his fallen opponent and waits for him to get up. Machine gets to a knee, and barely ducks a shining wizard attempt.

Stone: Machine avoids the shining wizard, and scrambles to his feet. Tech with the crossbody, and Machine catches him!

Foxx: It’s over now baby! Wait…what the heck is this?!?!?

Stone: Machine tried to place Tech in position for the Attitude Adjustment, but Tech landed behind him and drives him down with a Diving Reverse DDT!

Foxx: Man, War Machine is having trouble getting out of the blocks here. I’m stunned. Tech is taking Machine back to his feet, and he rattles him with the Inverted Headlock Backbreaker!

Stone: That last one has Machine hurting!

Foxx: I JUST said that!

Stone: You said rattled, implying a punch, stick to cursing and analysis, I’ll call the match.

Foxx: Screw you.

Stone: No thanks, your sister tends to dig World champions. You wouldn’t know about that.

Foxx: Machine is to a knee, slowly working to his feet..

Stone: And Tech delivers the SHINING APPRENTICE right to the back of the head! Machine is down like a ton of bricks! Tech with the cover…1…2…3!!!!! TECH WINS!

Foxx: Whoa…that was quick!

Solo: Here is your winner, TEEEEEEEECHNICIAAAAAAAN!!!!!

The Technician (7.43 aps + 1.7 avs = 9.13 total)
War Machine (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

“Chinese Sleep Chant” by Coldplay starts back up as Tech has his hand raised. Tech leaves the ring on a high while War Machine is stunned that he lost so quickly. He seethes in fury as he holds the back of his head. Tech looks back at Machine and says ‘You win some, you lose some’

Stone: Big win for Technician, and quite the setback for War Machine!

Foxx: Look, Tech’s no slouch…but I really was expecting a more competitive match. Machine won’t be pleasant to be around after this.

Stone: He never is.

Foxx: Hence you see my point.

Stone: *sighs* More Ignition after this!



We come back from commercial and see that a colorful, Persian-style carpet has been laid in the ring, with some yoga mats in the ring as well.

Jacen Solo: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time, Triple X…XEN X. XANDER!

The arena goes pitch black and a lone spotlight shines on the stage as ”They Say” by Scars On Broadway starts pumping from the speakers as Xander makes his way to the ring. He takes the mic from Solo, climbs into the ring, and sits cross-legged on one of the yoga mats.

Xen: Welcome, everybody, to the first edition of The X Factor. Without further ado, I’d like to introduce my first guest. He is the current holder of the Gold Card…JANUS FLARE!

”Lake Of Fire” by Nirvana starts playing and Flare comes out to a mixed reaction. He brandishes his Gold Card for all to see before slipping it into his shirt pocket. He slides into the ring and approaches the empty yoga mat with a look of puzzlement, ultimately sitting down on it like a beach towel.

Xen: Welcome to the X Factor, Flare! How you feeling?

Flare: What can I say? I currently hold the Gold Card, which let’s me take a shot at the champ anytime I want before the end of Ultimatum 3. Everybody adores me. Life is pretty good right now.

Xen: I’ll bet! You must have the respect and admiration of millions worldwide. What’s it like being such a big celebrity?

Flare: It’s not a lot different from before I won the Gold Card. Everyone loves and wants a piece of the Prince Of Pretty.

Xen: Speaking of the Gold Card, you won the card at Ultimatum 2, winning the Gold Card Gauntlet, and then tried cashing it in that night, right after Alex O’Rion beat Nick Bryson for it. Did you think that doing so would have given you an edge in beating him for it?

Flare: Naturally. Some people complained that it wasn’t very sportsman-like, that I should have waited until Alex was rested. Sportsmanship is for ugly people though. Just like in nature, the wrestling business is about survival of the fittest. I proved that I was the fittest by surviving the Gold Card Gauntlet earlier in the night. And Alex showed that he wasn’t so fit after I beat him and won the title.

Xen: But, wasn’t your victory rescinded and stricken from the record? How can you claim that you "won"?

Flare: *slightly annoyed* The championship belongs to me. I proved that I can take it WHENEVER I want to. As soon as I cash in this Gold Card, there isn't anyone who will stop me from becoming champion. Having this Gold Card is just as good as having the championship itself. You may as well refer to me as your Full Metal Wrestling Heavyweight Champion starting right now. Go on... say it.

Xen: Sorry bro, but until I see 15 pounds of gold around your waist, I'm not calling you anything but your name.

Flare: You've got a lot of lip for a rookie, you know that? What's your gimmick anyways? You're a yoga instructor with a talk show? Well, I'll at least give you points for being innovative...

XXX: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re a cool dude and all, but you’re harshing my zen flow, man. Chill it with the negative energy. The X Factor is not a place for that.

Flare: The X-Factor? Give me a break. You're taking up valuable time in my ring. Now why don't you go backstage and have a protein bar and do some pilates, while I conduct this interview with the only person deserving of sharing this ring with me. Myself.

Xen’s cool demeanor starts fading as Flare continues to rant and rave.

Xen: Seriously. I don’t care how famous you are, how good you are, this is my show, and nobody calls the shots but me.

Flare: YOUR show? Please, you can’t even hold a successful interview. I very much doubt you can have a successful wrestling career. Seriously, it's time for you to leave.

Flare grabs Xen’s arm to escort him out of the ring, but Xen pulls out of his grip.

Xen: I'm not going anywhere! And as far as my wrestling career goes, I’ll show you just how successful it’ll be. I’m challenging you to a match at 9.2! You and me, pal, one on one!

Flare smirks, then pie-faces Xen to the mat before rolling out of the ring and making his way up the ramp.

Flare: Consider you pathetic challenge accepted, peon. If only so that I can make an example out of you!

Flare walks off the stage and towards the back as Xen seethes with anger in the ring. He rolls out and makes his way up the ramp as well.

Stone: There you have it, folks! At Ignition 9.2, we’ll see the current Gold Card holder Janus Flare take on the rookie, Xen X. Xander!

Foxx: And I think Xander is going to find out that he’s bitten off more than he can chew. Flare didn’t win that Gold Card with his good looks or popularity. He kicked some serious ass to win it!

Stone: It looks like the ring techs have cleared the ring, let’s head to Jacen for the intros for the next match.

Jacen Solo: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

The lights in the arena go out, and dark red lights shine on the crowd as “Radioactive” by Gene Simmons starts playing. A ring of flames appears on the stage under the METALtron, and as the "Hosanna" chorus segues into ”Unholy” by KISS, flames shoot towards the ceiling on the stage on the beginning drumbeat. The arena is bathed in red, and fog rises from the rampway. Blackwell rises in the center of the flaming ring with his pet black panther, Cujo, by his side.

Solo: Weighing in tonight at 325 pounds, hailing form the Carnival of Souls…the Master of Ceremonies…BLAAAAAAACKWEEEEEEL!

Blackwell slowly and deliberately makes his way to the ring, sometimes stopping and acting as if he is going to slap a fan. He steps into the ring as one of the members of the Psych Ward crawls out from under the ring to take Cujo’s leash. He stands in the middle of the ring, twirls his cane for a few moments and drives the butt of the cane into the canvas, causing flames to erupt from the ringposts. The lights come up as he removes his hat and jacket and hands them to the man holding Cujo’s leash, who is immediately ordered by the ref to take the panther to the back.

Solo: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 297 pounds and hailing from Russia. He is the Russian Scorpion…KOLDAAAAAAAAAN IZMAAAAAAAYLOOOOOOOOV!

”Russian Sting” starts playing and Koldan walks out onto the stage, accompanied by a smiling Jonathan, as the crowd boos him loudly. He spins his wrists as he looks around at the crowd, disgusted, and then walks down the ramp, looking at nothing but Blackwell.

Stone: And the young rookie is staring a hole through the veteran Blackwell.

Foxx: But Blackwell isn’t easily intimidated. And he’s still on his crusade to show everyone in FMW just what Ultraviolence really is.

Stone: Well, he better keep in mind that this isn’t an Ultraviolent Rules match, so any weapons will get him disqualified. He should have gone to Corruption if he wanted to be Ultraviolent so badly.

Foxx: You want some cheese with your whine there, Stone? You’re just scared that Cujo might eat you or something.

Both men eye each other up as the ref checks both men for hidden weapons.

Stone: Blackwell has a 2 inch height and 28 pound advantage on Izmaylov, but Koldan has been very impressive since debuting here in FMW. What do you think Foxx?

Foxx: I think I’d look good in a beret.

Stone: What?

Foxx: What?

Stone: *sigh* Never mind. Looks like both men are ready to go.

The ref calls for the bell to start the match, and Blackwell offers his hand to Koldan, who opts to slap Blackwell in the face instead.

Stone: And the young Russian slapping Blackwell across the mouth! Blackwell is actually smiling, and he offers his hand again to Koldan.

Foxx: And again, Koldan just slaps him across the mouth! I think he actually slapped him harder. Blackwell is still smiling, and he again offers his hand to Koldan.

Stone: Koldan seems a bit confused and looks over to Jonathan, and Blackwell with a vicious closeline that nearly tears Izmaylov’s head off!

Foxx: And Blackwell goes on the offensive, dropping to one knee and pummeling Koldan in the head with lefts and rights. The ref now warning Blackwell to back off and stop using closed fists, gets to a 4 count and Blackwell stands up and walks away.

Stone: Jonathan now going over to Koldan and telling to get up. Izmaylov pulls himself up by the ropes. Blackwell goes for a running mafia kick, but Koldan ducks under it and Blackwell gets hung up on the top rope! Koldan distracts the ref, and Jonathan with a hard punch to Blackwell’s groin, and the Ruthless Ringleader drops to the mat.

Foxx: Koldan moves in to take advantage, making a quick cover, 1…2…kick out by Blackwell. Koldan to his feet, reaches down to pull Blackwell up, and gets a hard punch between the eyes that rocks him back on his heels!

Stone: Blackwell now up on his feet. He bounces off the ropes, Koldan ducks under the closeline, Blackwell off the ropes again, Closeline From Hell!

Foxx: Izmaylov was unable to duck under that one, and it turned him inside out! Blackwell now makes the cover, 1…2…kick out by Koldan.

Stone: Blackwell now picks Koldan up off the mat, and locks in a cobra clutch. He drags him over towards the corner…Inside The Electric Circus! Blackwell makes the cover, 1…2…and Koldan gets his bottom foot on the rope!

Foxx: That was some pretty smart thinking by the rookie there, but I don’t think it’ll be enough. Blackwell is like a shark, and now that he’s smelled blood, he won’t let up.

Stone: But Koldan isn’t even bleeding.

Foxx: Exactly.

Stone: You really make my head hurt sometimes.

Foxx: Blackwell now with an Irish whip into the ropes, Koldan ducks under the closeline, and connects with a side kick to the jaw! Koldan makes the cover, 1…kick out by Blackwell!

Stone: Both men to their feet now, trading punches, and Blackwell with a vicious European uppercut that rings Koldan’s bell!

Foxx: Ha, that’s pretty ironic, using a European uppercut on a Russian.

Stone: What’s so ironic about it?

Foxx: I don’t know. I just think it is.

Stone: Must…resist…urge…to smack.

Foxx: Blackwell now with another European uppercut that rocks Koldan back, and one more that puts the Russian on his back.

Stone: Jonathan now getting up on the ring apron arguing with the referee, and Blackwell takes advantage of the distraction to hit Koldan upside the head with his cane! Blackwell now pulling Koldan to his feet...and he nails the Childhood’s End! Blackwell hooks the leg, 1…2…thrKICK OUT!

Foxx: Blackwell can’t believe it! He starts pummeling Koldan again with lefts and rights. He pulls Koldan to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes both men take each other out with a double closeline!

Stone: The ref is starting the ten count, and Jonathan standing at ringside is trying to get his charge to his feet.

Foxx: Both men are starting to stir. Blackwell to his feet, and so is Izmaylov. Trading punches now in the middle of the ring, and Koldan gets the upper hand! Koldan with an Irish whip into the ropes, and he nails him with a tile-a-whirl backbreaker! Koldan hooks, the leg, 1…2…kick out by Blackwell.

Stone: Koldan picks Blackwell up off the mat, some quick elbow strikes to the temple, and follows them up with a stiff bridging powerbomb, 1…2…kick out by Blackwell!

Foxx: It’s going take quite a bit to put down a man like Blackwell. But the young Russian is showing some heart.

Stone: Koldan picking Blackwell up off the mat, and Blackwell with an elbow of his own to Izmaylov’s gut. He follows it up with a kick to the gut, and drills the Russian into the mat with a DDT!

Foxx: Blackwell stomping away at Koldan instead of going for the cover. He picks Koldan up off the mat, and nails him with a standing dropkick! Izmaylov drops like a sack of vodka-makers.

Stone: Vodka makers?

Foxx: Yeah, potatoes! That’s what they make vodka out of, isn’t it?

Stone: *sigh* Blackwell stomping away at Koldan again, and now he’s yelling that it’s time to end this circus. He picks Koldan up off the mat, kick to the gut…SEDUCTION OF THE INNOCENT! Blackwell hooks the leg, 1…2…thrKICK OUT! Blackwell is in disbelief!

Foxx: Blackwell is finding out just why so many people are impressed by the young Russian. Blackwell picks Izmaylov off the mat, he’s going for another Seduction Of The Innocent, but Koldan slips out of it and lands behind Blackwell!

Stone: Koldan spins him around, kick to the gut…RUSSIAN STING! Koldan hooks the leg, 1…2…3! He’s done it!

Solo: Here is your winner, KOLDAAAAAAAN IZMAAAAAAAAYLOOOOOOV!

Koldan Izmaylov (7.78 aps – 0.1 penalty + 1.6 avs = 9.28 total)
Blackwell (7.2 aps – 0.1 penalty + 0.5 avs = 7.6 total)

Stone: And Koldan Izmaylov continues his winning streak. Let’s head backstage now to Action Jackson.

Action Jackson: Yeah, it’s ya boy Action Jackson, and I’m backstage, trying to see if I can get a word with War Machine about losing tonight to The Technician.

Jackson starts walking down the hallway when a scream of primal fury comes from behind him, followed by the sound of metal slamming against the wall. Jackson and the cameraman turn around in time to see the crumpled door of a locker drop to the floor. They head down towards it, only to see a trash can fly out the door and slam into the wall. The cameraman aims the camera in the locker room to see War Machine on a rampage and Dennis Williamson trying to fruitlessly calm him down.

Dennis Williamson: Calm down, War Machine. It’s not that bad. Just a minor setback.

War Machine: Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?! I lost the to the goddamn Technician! I’ve taken shits that were bigger than that guy!

DW: It’s not a big deal. You’re just still frustrated from losing the Gold Car Gauntlet at Ultimatum II. We’ll just head back to Philadelphia, and you can focus on 9.2 there.

WM: It’s a big deal to me, Dennis! I’m not supposed to lose, especially not to a little pipsqueak like that! And did you see what that little shit said to me after?

DW: Yes, I-

WM: “You win some, you lose some.” Are you kidding me? A fucking t-shirt slogan spouting dipshit like that?

War Machine turns to the nearest locker and punches a hole through the door. He tries to pull his arm out, but rips the door off the hinges instead. He pulls the door off his arm with his free hand, and throws it to the floor. He rips a bench off the floor, bolts and all, and throws it out the door, narrowly missing the cameraman.

DW: *to himself* God, this is going to cost me to replace. *louder, to War Machine* Look, I’ve take care of it. You’ll get your chance to show that Technician’s win against you was a fluke. Just calm down before you cost me any more money in damages.

War Machine looks at his manager, then out of spite, rips another bench out of the floor and drives it into the shower wall. It splits a pipe, and water sprays out around the bench. War Machine stalks out of the room, shoving past Action Jackson, and makes his way out of the building, kicking over stacks of tables and chairs as he goes. Dennis walks out of the room, and finally notices Jackson and his cameraman.

DW: Ah, Mr. Jackson. So nice of you to stop by. I suppose you were looking to interview my client, but as you can see, he is, uh, not in the mood for interviews at the moment. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must find the manager of this establishment and pass him a check for the renovations of that locker room.

Williamson goes off down the hallway, leaving Jackson and the cameraman looking into the destroyed locker room.

AJ: Well, so much for that interview. Back to you guys.

Stone: Let’s take you down to Jacen Solo, who’s standing by for our next match up.

“Young Cardinals” by Alexisonfire blasts over the PA as the crowd boos loudly for the defending double champion. O'Rion is walking down the ramp with his title belt placed firmly over his shoulder, he shakes his head at the booing fans as he walks slowly towards the ring.

Solo: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and if Mass Caesar shall win, he will receive a future shot at the Unstable Championship. Introducing first, he is the reigning defending Unstable Champion and one half of the Undisputed FMW Tag Team Champions of the World from Halifax, Nova Scotia this is ANNNNNNDRRRRRREEEEWWW O'RION!

O'Rion slowly climbs up the ring steps as he looks his opponent in the eyes, he doesn't seem to be intimidated at all by his challenger as he is as cocky as ever.

Foxx: Take a good look Stone, that right there is a real champion. A double champion that isn't afraid to defend his belts wherever or whenever, against whoever.

Stone: Is that why he isn't defending the belt tonight Foxx?

Foxx: Go screw yourself, O'Rion doesn't have to defend his belt every waking second to entertain a mama's boy like you.

Stone: I don’t see how I am a mama's boy, but on with the show.

Foxx: Wise decision, I'd hate to lay you out on the first night of the new show.

“The Might of Rome” by Hans Zimmer begins to blare through the arena as the curtain is pulled open. Suddenly a carriage holding Mass Caesar being pulled by several slaves tears through the opening and down the ramp towards the ring. At the very last second the slaves turn and take the carriage on a lap around the ring as Mass Caesar uses a whip to urge them on.

Solo: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds. Hailing from Rome, Italy…MAAAAAAAAAAS CAEEEEEEEESAAAAAAAAR!

As they complete the circuit the carriage rolls to a halt right next to the ring steps. Caesar jumps from the wheeled mount and ignores the steps instead walking to the very middle of the ramp. At his gesture three of the slaves lean over to form steps as Caesar walks up them to the ring and steps over the ropes. After entering he motions away with his hand and the slaves once more grab the straps and take the carriage up the ramp and out of the arena.

Foxx: Why must all these losers start trying to come back when FMW is on the verge of doing well again?

Stone: I think with the new divisions anyone can become a main player and step up for a title.

Foxx: Anyone? Why not just bring back everyone else that's ever bailed on FMW? Why not let them all run wild on the new shows? Why don't we give all the returning retards a shot at all the belts?

Stone: Ladies and gentlemen I must apologize for my partner's comments. He's not quite himself tonight.

Foxx: Screw off Stone.

The bell rings and the two quickly get into a collar and elbow tie up, both men begin to struggle to get the advantage over the other.

Stone: And we are underway with this great matchup on Ignition.

Foxx: It looks like O'Rion is getting the upper hand, of course I only give this match 5 minutes to last anyways.

Stone: O'Rion into a side headlock on Caesar, he transitions it into a take down and has Caesar by the neck early.

Foxx: And look at our champion hammering away at the face of the challenger, Caesar is lucky O'Rion is a nice guy, see he's trying to end it early.

Stone: Caesar is swinging wildly trying to get O'Rion off of him, it doesn't appear to be working out to this advantage though.

The crowd begins to rally behind Mass Caesar, O'Rion looks around as he is obviously frustrated. The crowd keeps chanting "Caesar, Caesar, Caesar." O'Rion, being eager to shut them up, begins to hit Mass even harder, except now it doesn't faze him. Caesar nails O'Rion with a hard right hand knocking him off of him.

Foxx: That isn't fair at all, he isn't allowed to hit with closed fists is he? And now the two are exchanging hard right hands with one another.

Stone: Hard they are, I'm surprised either combatant is standing as of right now. Mass Caesar seems to be getting an advant-O'Rion just hit a thumb to the eye, ring the damn bell ref.

Foxx: I don't hear the bell ringing so you just need to shut the hell up premium boy. Look O'Rion is going back on the attack as we speak, he flies off the ropes and hits him with a kick to the back of the head.

The crowd boos as O'Rion begins to taunt them over the fallen Caesar. He bounces back off the ropes and hits him with a knee right to the chest.

Foxx: That is a beautiful way to keep someone down hit them in the chest with a knee.

Stone: Unbelievable, just when I thought O'Rion could get any dirtier then he already is he proves me wrong time and time again.

O'Rion keeps taunting the crowd as he climbs up onto the top rope, he has the arrogant smirk on his face as he backflips off the top rope and nails a picture perfect moonsault.

Stone: That may be all folks, O'Rion in for the cover, 1...2..no Caesar kicks out.

Foxx: C'mon O'Rion, put this Roman away just like Trey did. Look at the seasoned vet taking his liberties on a fallen opponent, Mass has zero chance in this match now.

Stone: I don’t know about that one, but O'Rion is taking his liberties with a couple of kick to the head of Mass, it looks like he's running in for the big one...NO CAESAR COUNTERS INTO A DROP TOE HOLD!

Foxx: Lucky move, and look he's picking up a weakened opponent...this just makes me sick, now he's hitting O'Rion with some hard shots to the face.

Stone: Pot? Kettle? Mass bounces O'Rion off the ropes and knocks him right back down with a HUGE clothesline. Now he bounces off the ropes and nails a legdrop, he quickly goes for the pin but only gets a one count for his efforts.

Foxx: HA! You can never win a match with a move that damn weak.

Stone: They are trading shots again in the center of the ring, hard right by O'Rion, followed by another by Caesar, they seem to be back and fourth, and O'Rion hits another thumb to the eye.

O'Rion has the arrogant smile on his face as he slaps the taste out of Mass Caesar's mouth.

Foxx: O'Rion is giving Caesar the business, oh and look at that hard elbow right to the jaw, its strong enough to stagger even the biggest Roman!

The crowd cheers loudly for Caesar to make his big comeback, and they rally behind Caesar who starts to hit O'Rion back with a couple of hard elbows.

Stone: This has turned into a flat out brawl, I don't even know how these two can keep standing none the less wrestle with one another.

Foxx: Caesar has got the upper hand with a couple of strikes, OH O'RION JUST NAILED A HUGE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

Both men are now down after the huge impact moves, they're crawling towards the ropes to try and get some leverage to get back up.

Stone: Good god that suplex shook the ring, both men are up now and O'Rion gets knocked back down with a clothesline, quick pin 1...2..no kick out!

Foxx: I don’t think Mass can keep this up much longer, O'Rion is back up and he nails the drop kick!

Stone: Both are up and charging at one another, Mass ducks the clothesline but O'Rion ducks the right and-

Foxx: CLOSURE! CLOSURE! CLOSURE! O'RION JUST ROCKED MASS CAESAR!

O'Rion is back up as he looks down at the fallen Mass Caesar. He walks over to the fans and talks shit to an overweight lady in the first row.

O'Rion: That's right fat-ass, each those nachos, then go home and wonder why you never get laid.

The crowd boos O'Rion as he turns around and focuses on Mass Caesar again.

Stone: O'Rion with an arrogant pin, just placing a foot onto the chest of Mass Caesar...1...2..kickout!

Foxx: What? There is no way to kick out of that, how...but...no freaking way.

Stone: Yes way, he just kicked out of the pin, and now O'Rion is stomping away at Mass, the ref is giving O'Rion a warning as he begins to back off a bit.

Foxx: That's not the ref's place to do that, look now Mass is back up.

Stone: Mass whips O'Rion into the corner, he goes for a splash an-

Foxx: AND HAS AN EPIC MISS, NOW MASS IS DOWN AGAIN!

Stone: What the hell, O'Rion appears to be taking off the corner pad for the far left turnbuckle, but our referee is quickly over there to try and put it back on.

With the ref's back turned O'Rion reaches into his tight and pulls out what appears to be a silver chain, just as he does so Mass Caesar gets back to his feet and O'Rion lays him out cold with a solid punch.

Foxx: What a punch, that is Tyson knockout power!

Stone: Oh that is horse crap, O'Rion just tossed something out of the god damn ring, and now the ref has turned around, but it doesn't look like O'Rion is done, he sets him up an-

Foxx: CROSSED WIRES, O'RION NAILS IT AND GOES FOR THE PIN 1...2...3.

Solo: Here is your winner…OOOOOOOO’RIIIIIIIIOOOOOON!

O'Rion (6.00 aps + 1.8 avs = 7.8 total)
Mass Caesar (0.00 aps + 0.00 avs = 0.0 total)

Two servants come out to retrieve Caesar’s body as O’Rion stands triumphantly in the ring. He leans out through the ropes and takes the mic from Solo.

O’Rion: You know, this is getting pretty damn pathetic. This is already, what, like the 20th time I’ve beaten your sorry Roman ass? Why do you keep coming back for more? First Kelson, now you? I’m getting pretty damned tired of beating these useless people.

As a matter of fact, I taking this opportunity right now to say that until Celeste manages to find someone worthy of facing me for this Unstable Championship, I refuse to set foot in the ring and show my face on any kind of FMW program.

”Fuel” by Metallica starts playing, and Celeste comes out onto the stage.

Celeste: You know, you’re absolutely right. You do need some competition. That’s why, next week at Ignition 9.2, there will be a Four Corners Match between Apostasy, MASS Caesar, The Technician, and War Machine. And the winner of that match will become the #1 contender for the Unstable Championship. I think it’s safe to say that the man that can win that should be more than a worthy adversary for the title.

Celeste walks back through the curtain as O’Rion rolls out of the ring and heads towards the back.

Stone: You just heard it, folks! A Four Corners match to determine the #1 Contender for the Unstable Championship!

Foxx: And all four of those guys are going to have something to prove. It should be one hell of a match.

Stone: Speaking of a hell of a match, it’s time for our main event. Foxx, this match has certainly been a long time coming.

Foxx: Of course, Stone. It’s about time that Alex got his retribution for what happened to him at the end of No Holds Barred!

The camera-shot switches back to the ring, where Ignition’s ring announcer, Don Solo, prepares to announce the next match.

Solo: The following main event is scheduled for one all, and it is for the FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights suddenly dim down before a sound clip of Hostyle’s voice blares from the speakers: “HONOR ROLLEES…THEY TOLD ME I SHOULD COME DOWN, COUSINS…BUT I FLATLY REFUSE…I AIN’T DUMBIN’ DOWN NOTHIN’…” Lupe Fiasco’s “Dumb It Down” follows the intro, as the New York native, Hostyle, comes out to a loud pop, as he throws up his H hand-sign.

Solo: Introducing first – the challenger…from Bronx, New York…weighing at 235lbs…representing the Innovative Initiative…The “True Artist"...HOOOOOSTYYYLE!!!

Stone: That’s not what I meant. I was actually referring to both Alex and Hostyle being FMW Originals who have never crossed paths in the ring throughout FMWs two cycles.

Foxx: Fuck your history lesson! This is about revenge, goddamnit!

Solo: And next…from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada…weighing at 240lbs…the FMW Champion…ALEX O’RIOOOOON!!!

“Sick of it All” by Finger Eleven starts to play as the arena darkens, and a dark blue strobe light begins to flash. The crowd greets the World Champion with a chorus of boos, but O’Rion just basks in the negativity, as he walks down the ramp holding out the title to the faces of the fans while antagonizing them.

Foxx: Check out the Broken Pride showing some of his pride off as the new champ! I love it!

Stone: I bet you do, Foxx…anyway, both competitors are now in the ring, and are ready to get this match started!

Alex hands over the title to the ref, who briefly lifts it up in the air, before handing it off ringside. Meanwhile, Alex mouths off “Payback time!” with Hostyle responding with a “Mamalo!”

Stone: There’s the bell, and we start this match off with a tussle, as both men collide in the center of the ring! Hostyle sweeps Alex’s legs out from under him, and continues to brawl, which is highly unusual for the innovator.

Foxx: Brawling with a legit brawler? His advantage won’t last very long.

Stone: Good call, as Alex simply pushes Hostyle off to the side. Both men are back up on their feet, and Hostyle charges in for the Clothesline, which Alex sees coming and ducks!

Foxx: And now it’s Alex’s turn to dole out some pain with a series of Forearm Shivers! Alex prolongs his flurry, while backing Hostyle into the ropes.

Stone: And Alex hurls Hostyle to the other end of the ring with an Irish Whip. Alex with a Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but Hostyle manages to land on his feet! Now Alex is the one who rushes in for a Clothesline. Hostyle turns his back on Alex while ducking, and comes back with the Wild Card Wind-up!

Foxx: That should be illegal! He could’ve broken the champ’s nose with that move! Or with that Forearm Drop to the face! This is despicable!

Stone: Hostyle sits a dazed Alex up, and gives him a quick kick to the skull! And he follows it with his Corkscrew Headscissors Takedown, and maintains the Headscissors hold, while applying a Wristlock on Alex’s near arm! Looks like the self-proclaimed "Renoir of the Ring" has found his weak point to focus on!

Foxx: I must admit, that sequence was pretty snazzy! Err, wait--COME ON ALEX!

Hostyle wrenches at Alex’s wrist, while also tightening the hold around his neck, but Alex manages to get to the ropes to break the hold. After the four count, Hostyle releases the hold, allowing for Alex to roll out of the ring and slowly start walking up the ramp to a ruckus of boos.

Stone: What’s this? Is Alex leaving?

Foxx: Naw, he’s probably just walking off the pain.

Stone: Really? All the way up to the stage? Either way, it looks like Hostyle is going to cut his stroll short, as he just clubbed Alex down, and Influencer of Innovation is now dragging the champ back to the ring by his locks!

Foxx: Why isn’t the ref putting an end to this blatant display of disrespect from Hostyle? I call shenanigans!

Stone: Hostyle throws Alex back into the ring. He gets up onto the apron, and Alex quickly stands up, and surprises Hostyle by pushing him towards the ringpost! HOSTYLE JUST TUMBLED ONTO THE STEEL STAIRS!

Foxx: Oooh, sucks to be him! Did you see him drop right leg-first onto that shit?!?

Stone: Hostyle is obviously in a world of hurt, and Alex is loving it. Look at him taunt the crowd with his shit-eating grin!

Foxx: Pussy-eating grin, Stone. Alex does not eat shit. Get it right!

Stone: He is what he eats then, because it seems like he's just going to let the ref count out Hostyle, who is still struggling to get up to his feet…

By the time the ref gets up to 7, Hostyle manages to stand up with the help of the apron, and the support of the fans.

Stone: Much to Alex’s chagrin, the Hostylists have been able to motivate the Innovative Icon to fight on! Hostyle attempts to get back into the ring…but is impeded by a Baseball Slide from Alex!

Foxx: And Alex follows Hostyle outside. The champ kicks the True Artist’s ribs before lifting him up to his feet. Hostyle gets swung back-first into the barricade hard. Alex sets up for the Back Suplex…oh wait…he's bending Hostyle’s bad leg before he lifting him…

Stone: Shin Breaker to Hostyle onto the barricade! FOLLOWED BY AN O'RION'S PRIDE! Hostyle's amongst the fans now! And Alex, once again, gets his "smug on".

A grinning Alex heads back into the ring, and raises his arms, while the crowd shows their disapproval. Meanwhile, the ref begins the count against Hostyle.

1...2...

Foxx: If Hostyle knows what's good for him, he'll stay right where he is!

3...4...

Stone: There's no way that Hostyle's going to just quit when the title's is on the line, Foxx.

5...6

Foxx: Well, it looks like he's actually taking my advi--wait! He's actually getting up, and Alex is none too happy about that!

7...8...

Stone: He's over the barricade now, and dashing towards the ring! Alex is going for another Baseball Slide, but Hostyle dodges! Alex just broke the count by sliding out to ringside, and is met with a rope-assisted kick to the face for his troubles!

Still holding on to the bottom rope, Hostyle manages to pull himself into the ring, and crawls to the corner for a brief rest, before Alex is back up on his feet.

Foxx: Oh, Alex is pissed now! He climbs up to the apron, and Hostyle meets him on the other side of the ropes. Alex with a Shoulder Thrust to the mid-section of Hostyle, immediately followed by a Hangman!

Stone: Hostyle collapses on the canvas, and Alex is back in the ring. Alex is now stalking Hostyle, waiting for him to stand back up. I think I know what he's looking for...

Foxx: Me too, and I can't wait for it! Hostyle's up, and Alex unleashes another O'Rion's Pri--no! Hostyle sees it coming, and is quick enough to duck under Alex's leg!

Stone: No, under Alex completely! Hostyle lifts Alex up with an Electric Chair setup, and quickly tosses him forward onto the nearest rope, before completing his Electric Wheelbarrow in such a speedy fashion!

Foxx: Son of a whore's cunt! Hostyle's not letting up, as he quickly moves in to attempt to lock in the Cloverleaf! Ugh, this could only mean one thing...

Stone: Indeed, Foxx - it's Capicu time! Hostyle lifts Alex up, and attempts to step-over his arms, but Alex elbows Hostyle to his bad wheel, allowing the Broken Pride to escape!

Foxx: That's what I'm talking about! O'Rion back on his feet, lifts the hurting Hostyle in the Gutwrench position, but Hostyle is able to wriggle free, still holding Alex's head in an Inverted Bulldog Headlock!

Stone: Hostyle rotates under Alex, still holding on, and lifts Alex up looking to end it with the Hostyle Hysteria! But his injured leg buckles under him. Alex wriggles free this time, countering Hostyle from behind with a Back Suplex in mind!

Foxx: But Hostyle lands on his feet! Alex turns, and throws a punch, but the limping Hostyle catches it! Hostyle with a kick to the gut doubling Alex over!

Stone: Hostyle pulls Alex towards him into a Cut-Throat Facelock. And there goes a Scoop lift onto his shoulders...TOPAZ FLOWSION! HOSTYLE HITS HIS TRIBUTE TO THE LEGENDARY MISAWA!

Foxx: OY DIOS MIO, HOSTYLE JUST SPIKED ALEX RIGHT ON HIS CROWN! AND THERE GOES THE PIN...

1...

2...

3!!! NOOO!!!

Hostyle (8.35 aps + 1.5 avs = 9.85 total)
Alex O'Rion (0.0 aps + 0.2 avs = 0.2 total)

Solo: The winner...and NEW FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPION...HOOOSTYYYLE!!!

Hostyle kneels up beside the unconscious Alex completely stunned, as the referee hands him the FMW World Heavyweight title.

Stone: Hostyle has done it, Foxx! He has just reached the peak of the wrestling mountain!

Foxx: Alex was robbed, and you know it! I think his foot was under the ropes again! Roll the replay!

Stone: Uh, Foxx, Alex hasn't moved from the middle of the ring yet.

Foxx: Well, I'm sure that spic cheated somehow! Where's Smitten when you need him?

With the crowd chanting his name, an overwhelmed Hostyle lifts himself onto his feet with the help of the ropes, before looking around to the cheering fans. He then slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle, wincing a bit, before emphatically raising the title overhead, which garners an even louder pop. Hostyle’s eyes begin to well up as he holds the title above his head and mouths “Thank you”.

Stone: You have to hand it to Hostyle, Foxx. Him being here for as long as Alex, and finally being given a chance to reach the pinnacle of our business is a true reflection of—

Foxx: Hold that thought, Stone. Look who’s ready to spoil the fun for your new man-crush!

Just as another referee is seen walking down the ramp, Flare is shown trailing behind him holding up his Gold Card with a sly expression plastered on his face. Once Hostyle notices, his elation turns into concern, as Flare finally enters the ring. While fans look on with confusion, Flare asks for mic and confronts his closest friend.

Flare: Jose, we both knew that there was a possibility of this happening…

Stone: Flare isn't going to do what I think he is, is he?

Foxx: He better! I'd have no problem backing the Prince of Pretty!

Hostyle looks at the Gold Card in Flare’s hand before realizing what his stablemate may be implying. The intensity of the moment increases, as Flare moves in closer in front of Hostyle, who drapes the title belt over the top turnbuckle before getting into Flare's face.

Flare: Hostyle...

Foxx: Here we go!

Both men stare at each other for a brief moment before Flare breaks his silence.

Flare: ...congratulations, champ!

Foxx: BAH!

The crowd once again is thrown into a frenzy, as the two Initiative members hug it out, similar to what happened at the end of Ultimatum II. Meanwhile, after calling over some medics from the back, the referees manage to assist in getting Alex onto a gurney. Flare then raises one of Hostyle’s arms, while leading the fans in another “Hostyle” chant, before handing over the mic to the new champ.

Hostyle: This is fuckin’ incredible! I’m just so overjoyed right now! You know, Janus, when we first started out as Dangerous by Design, I never really imagined the two of us sitting at the top of the FMW World - one as THE champion, and the other as the number one contender - but here we are, mi Hermano!

The crowd suddenly breaks out into “D-b-D” chant.

Hostyle: Now one thing I have always pictured was this very moment, so naturally, I came prepared. The main thing of great importance to me about being the champ is bringing prestige to this very title. But as you all know, I have to find my own way to accomplish this.

Stone: This should be very interesting.

Hostyle: So Celeste, I hope you're listening, 'cause I have a little proposal for you. I think we would both agree that I should defend my title at Death Row against the most deserving person, and I have just the idea that may help you to determine exactly who would be the most worthy, and for the benefit of all of you fans, the person that could make for the most exciting FMW Title match in history: a 'Style Points tournament!

Basically, the roster member with the most "Style Points" by the time Death Row rolls around becomes the next challenger for the top prize of our company! So, Celeste, what do you say?

Flare once again raises Hostyle's hand, causing the crowd to chant for Hostyle in response, as "Dumb It Down" starts to bring the show to a close.

Stone: I, for one, am definitely intrigued to learn more about Hostyle's concept, but we're all out of time tonight. Stay tuned to FMW.com for any further developments. For my partner Foxx...

Foxx: Blow me!

Stone: ...I'm Stone, wishing all of you FMW fans a good night!