FMW Presents SUPREMACY!

Stone: Welcome to SUPREMACY!! I am Stone and this is Foxx and what a night we have planned.

Foxx: Ally vs. Ally is the theme and aren’t you lucky we aren’t allies, otherwise, you’d be getting busted open tonight.

Stone: Well tonight was meant to be the reward of our Hayabusa Cup winner Faith, however her father sought it best for himself to run this flagship.

Foxx: And what a night he has prepared for us, however my favorite for tonight it just about to happen. Oh and here comes Ella Vader to kick us off.


Ella Vader: Ladies and gentlemen, This is the opening match of SUPREMACY!! Introducing first, the first ever FMW Champion, accompanied by his entourage, he is ETHAN BLARF!!

"Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson Hits the PA as none other than FMW’s original Ethan Black accompanied with his entourage of his adviser Damien St. Clare, his bodyguard Abbadon, and his mistress Eve. The four figures casually make their way to the ring with little hesitation, upon entering the ring Eve calls for a mic and eventually in receiving it, passes it onto Ethan. With a few moments to glance over the crowd, he begins his own long awaited words to address FMW in his absence.

Ethan: HELLLOOO, F. M. W.!!!

“BOOOOOOOOO!!... Get on with it!!” Is the noise from the crowd in reply. No-one seeming to care about Ethan’s return

Ethan: So what the fuck has happened to FMW, what absurdity has me, in my return to FMW put into a match with a bunch of fucking rookies!? To hell with this, I want what is rightfully mine, I want MY title back, TONIGHT!! So whoever needs to know, tonight’s main event is no longer Faith vs. Romeo, but rather Ethan Black vs. TyranT for the FMW Championship!!

Stone: Some strong demands from Black there, think anyone cared?

Foxx: Nope, I bet the locker room is cracking up after seeing Blarf get rejected even by the crowd. Wait there is a fan right there.

Stone: Where?

Foxx: The dude who just coating his shirt in spew, see it now says Blarf. I think that guy is onto something, Ethan’s new FMW shirt should look like that.

Ethan: Because who else deserves a shot at the title, Who has held MY title longer than me, who else is the creator of the black covenant, who else was meant to be the first ballot FMW hall of famer, which I was ROBBED of…the answer is No-one else. I am Ethan Black, The Champion of FMW and I want my match tonight and RIGHT NOW!! So not myself nor my entourage will leave til FMW abides by my commands.

Ella Vader steps forward, mic lifted to make an announcement. Ethan steps back in seeing her, thinking she would announce the match.

Ella Vader: And his opponents… Axel Van Osbourne… David GS… Christian Moore… Trey Spruance… Butters… and Bryce Thorne!!

Ethan: What the fuck is this? I asked for TyranT and MY FMW Title, not a bunch of crappy rookies. Piss off pip-squeaks!!

With no hesitation, the current FMW wrestlers slide into the ring and surround Black and his covenant. Eyeing off only their objective and slowly creeping forward to engaging with the now clearly frustrated Black.

Ethan: You guys piss me off so much I just want to punch my fist though a wall, and then drink myself into a stupor until I forget how angry I am!! You want some of this…Come get so-

Butters with the interception as he is the first to move forward and delivers an almighty right fist to the nose of Ethan, sending the former champ to his knees and dropping the mic in the process. After that singular strike hit, The current roster begins to rush at Ethan Black, leaving his entourage to stand and watch.

Stone: My god, this match hasn’t even officially begun yet and it’s already chaotic and crazy!

Foxx: Ethan f’n Blarf is Public Enemy #1 in FMW, and you know it, Stone! I’m a heel and even I hate him!

Stone: We’re never really going to say his name right, are we?

Foxx: NO WE ARE NOT! I WILL BEAT YOU DOWN PERSONALLY IF YOU DO!

Stone: That’s what I thought. The guys are totally annihilating everything in their way that was once a part of the Black Covenant!

Foxx: Absolute. Fucking. Chaos.

Stone: All the rooks are ganging up on Ethan!

Foxx: Like black dudes on a white chick!

Stone: As an upstanding member of the African-American community, I resent that remark.

Foxx: I know you like white chicks as much as the next brother.

Stone: Getting back to this... match, for those who have just joined us, the object of this match is for one participant to get Ethan on a stretcher, seeing as there are six of them scattered at ringside, over the line on the ramp. The first participant to do this wins the match!

Foxx: The boys are attacking Blarf and the former champ is trying to fight back, but to no avail! They’re just too much!

Stone: Abaddon is charging the ring to try and save his boss! But the boys aren’t having any of it!

Foxx: Thorne and Butters are gonna handle that as they both hit a double spear on the big man!

Stone: And on the top rope, Axel van Osbourne and Christian Moore hit a stereo flying elbow drop and diving headbutt, respectively, on Ethan Blarf!

Foxx: That druggie Spruance picks up the Blarfman and sends him running to the top rope, and David GS gives him a clothesline to send him to the outside!

Stone: Wherein he lands on a stretcher! This could be someone’s chance!

Foxx: GS is on the uptake, he’s already behind that stretcher, trying to push Blarf to the ramp and win!

Stone: No, Eve comes to her lover’s rescue and pushes Blarf off the stretcher in an unceremonious manner! Axel van Osbourne with a baseball slide to kick David GS to the security barrier!

Foxx: Wait, Butters and Thorne have some devious intentions for Eve!

Stone: While they’re distracted with Eve, AVO and his tag team partner Trey are loading Blarf back on a stretcher!

Foxx: He’s on that stretcher now, but who’s going to push it to the top? There are no allies here!

Stone: AVO and Trey quickly get into a heated argument and now they’re both going at it! So much for that chance!

Foxx: Christian Moore takes advantage of the distraction and goes to push the stretcher himself!

Stone: He’s got it... but wait, he’s got a little problem! Bryce and Butters are blocking the pathway with two other stretchers!

Foxx: Moore steps back... I think... I think he’s gonna charge through the stretcher barricade!

Stone: Moore charges forward BUT DAVID GS PULLS HIM BACK WITH A FLASHBACK! But too late, the stretcher’s already rolling forward!

Foxx: It’s flying! It’s flying! And it crashes on the other two stretchers! Butters and Thorne are thrown backwards and Blarf’s lifeless body has been thrown off that stretcher!

Stone: This is madness!

Foxx: Madness? THIS... IS... FMW!

Stone: Hold on... the Black Covenant are trying to rescue their leader! Damien St. Claire and Abaddon are stepping through the carnage to get Ethan out of there!

Foxx: And I think that made Trey and AVO finally stop their bickering!

Stone: The two partners are now going after the Black Covenant! St. Claire is easily dispatched of, but Abaddon is a different story!

Foxx: Blarf’s trying to crawl away, how pathetic! But GS has him!

Stone: No, Moore wants some payback! Moore clotheslines him to the floor!

Foxx: Abaddon is making quick work of Trey and AVO... somebody help ‘em!

Stone: Here comes Bryce Thorne to the rescue... but where is Butters going? He’s going up the ramp, but... why?

Foxx: Hey, Butters, Blarf is in the other direction!

Stone: I’d rather not guess where he’s going, since there are a lot more happening on the floor! This is crazy!

Foxx: Don’t make me pull out the Sparta again!

Stone: Thorne, AVO and Trey are still trying to beat down on Abaddon while David GS and Christian Moore are still going at it!

Foxx: And the worst part is, Ethan Blarf is regaining a little more energy!

Stone: GS and Moore don’t see it!

Foxx: Come on guys, the target is getting away!

Stone: Yeah... no, wait, he’s not getting away, he’s trying to fight back!

Foxx: Blarf has got to be a lot stupider than we thought he was!

Stone: He’s already battered, and now he wants to draw more attention to himself?

Foxx: Luckily, GS and Moore are not amused one bit! You’re asking for it, Blarf!

Stone: Kick to the gut! Moore gets another stretcher nearby, what does he have in mind?

Foxx: GS hooks him up, and Moore goes to help... double suplex!

Stone: DOUBLE SUPLEX ON THE STRETCHER!

Foxx: Thank god that stretcher’s stronger than a typical table! Now who’s going to drive it?

Stone: Well, it looks like David GS and Christian Moore are going back to bickering about it, as they can’t decide who gets to push it!

Foxx: David GS hits the Javelin impaler DDT on Christian Moore, and he’s got the upper hand!

Stone: He goes to push Blarf... but Blarf is alive! He rises from the dead to choke GS! Oh my god!

Foxx: Jesus I almost wet my pants!

Stone: But Trey goes to rescue GS!

Foxx: Rescue? More like take advantage of the situation! Trey with a T-Bone suplex to David GS, landing ON TOP OF ETHAN BLARF! GOD DAMN THAT WAS AWESOME!

Stone: Trey goes to push the stretcher, but Eve is back to mess things up! Trey easily pushes her aside, and drives forward!

Foxx: He’s charging forward, AVO and Thorne are still battling the monstrous Abaddon!

Stone: AVO and Thorne dive out of the way just in time, AND TREY DRIVES THE STRETCHER THROUGH ABADDON!

The crowd starts chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!”

Stone: Trey’s at the bottom of the ramp now! It’s almost over! All he has to do is push the stretcher up the ramp and over the line and he wins this match!

Foxx: There he goes, there he goes! Wait, what?

Stone: Trey crumples to the floor... because Damien St. Claire hit him with a low blow!

Foxx: No! No! No!

Stone: St. Claire’s trying to get Blarf off that stretcher!

Foxx: Wait, what’s that I hear in the distance?

A faint rumbling noise can be heard from the direction of the stage. The noise slowly grows louder and louder, until two bright, shining lights appear from the bottom part of the stage where the stage crew enter and exit. The vehicle rushes forward from the entrance, revealing itself to be...

Foxx: IT’S THE JAMBULANCE!

Stone: And Butters is behind the wheel! So that’s where he went! All hell has officially broken loose, with a vehicle in play!

Foxx: BUTTERS IS DRIVING THE JAMBULANCE TOWARDS ETHAN BLARF AND DAMIEN ST. CLAIRE!

Stone: Oh god, if St. Claire gets ran over by the Jambulance, he’s dead!

Foxx: You don’t need to tell us twice, Stone!

Stone: The Jambulance rushes forward and St. Claire dives out of the way!

Foxx: BUTTERS HITS THE STRETCHER WITH THE JAMBULANCE!

The “THIS IS AWESOME!” chants immediately turn into “HOLY SHIT!”

Foxx: If Blarf wasn’t killed by that crash, I’ll be very disappointed!

Stone: St. Claire goes back to help his boss, but Christian Moore catches him and nails a piledriver!

Foxx: That should take out the pest for good!

Stone: Butters gets down from the Jambulance to try and capitalize on the situation, but Bryce Thorne and AVO meet him and this turns into a brawl! Moore joins in too!

Foxx: No, AVO goes for a quick superkick to Moore! Moore goes down!

Stone: AVO turns around and David GS is there with the Spear! AVO goes down too!

Foxx: Two men are down! Blarf is down!

Stone: David GS puts Blarf back on another stretcher!

Foxx: Bryce Thorne has other ideas!

Stone: But GS easily gives him another impaler DDT!

Foxx: But while that happened, Butters gave Trey a superkick of his own, and is now looking to commandeer the stretcher!

Stone: GS violently pulls Butters aside and starts to go up the ramp! But no, Butters goes for a chop block! The stretcher rolls up the ramp and then back down, but Butters stops it in time to commandeer it!

Foxx: The line is at the top of the ramp, and Butters is pushing it now! He may just get the win here!

Stone: Don’t count David GS out just yet! He’s back up on his feet and he’s now trying to stop Butters from making it to the top!

Foxx: The two are now brawling behind the stretcher!

Stone: GS bangs Butters’s head on Ethan’s!

Foxx: Butters does the same to GS!

Stone: GS with a shot to Butters’s face! And he knocks Butters’s head on Ethan’s crotch! Talk about dipping into a velvet oasis!

Foxx: GS is a god amongst men!

The crowd emits a collective “OOOOOH!” as Blarf himself feels the pain from that shot.

Stone: GS rolls Butters on top of Blarf on the stretcher!

Foxx: Wait, everyone else is starting to get up! If GS wants to win, he better hurry it up here!

Stone: His other opponents are starting to go after him, and GS still has a little more to go! Not to mention, his load just got a little heavier!

Foxx: Go, GS, go!

Stone: GS starts to roll it up the ramp! That’s a heavy load trying to defy gravity!

Foxx: The others are gaining on him! They’re almost there!

Stone: Just a little more for David GS!

Foxx: Even Butters is stirring now! Will my boy GS be able to make it?

Stone: Almost there! Just a little more!

Foxx: The line is inching closer and closer! Moore and AVO are almost catching up!

Stone: Bobino is getting up, and he’s still on top of Ethan! What’s he planning here?

Foxx: He’s... I think he’s planning on pouncing on GS!

Stone: David is almost there!

Foxx: The far end of the stretcher has started to cross the line! Butters, if you wanna stop David, you gotta do it now!

Stone: David GS is pushing forward with the last of his strength! He’s almost, almost got it!

Foxx: But Butters jumps! Butters jumps on GS! David GS is thrown backwards!

Stone: But no, it’s too late! Butters jumped too late! David already managed to cross the line! He already crossed it! This means the match is over! Ethan Blarf’s stretcher is flying towards backstage now!

Ella Vader: And the winner of this match... DAVID GS!!!

David GS (7.93 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.03 total)
Butters (7.80 aps + 0.8 avs – 0.1 penalty = 8.5 total)
Bryce Thorne (7.59 aps + 0.1 avs = 7.69 total)
Trey Spruance (7.47 aps + 0.2 avs = 7.67 total)
Axel Van Osbourne (7.40 aps + 0.1 avs = 7.50 total)
Christian Moore (7.30 aps + 0.2 avs = 7.50 total)

The entire crowd gives everyone involved a standing ovation.

Foxx: And the stretcher crashes against the set! What an epic ending! What an epic match!

Stone: I can’t disagree with you there, partner, and everyone agrees with you! Can you believe that we’ve only just begun with Supremacy?

Foxx: I believe this match has already set the standard for the whole night!

Stone: Let’s not put too much pressure on everyone else waiting backstage!

Foxx: But... but... this was AWESOME!

Stone: I know it was, but there are a lot of other potentially awesome matches scheduled on this stacked card! Supremacy will return after a few messages from our sponsors!

Foxx: If you change the channel, I hope you have a heart attack!

The scene opens up with Drew Michaels on a stage in the back of the arena. Around him is the rest of the Saints, on the left Seth Omega and Mark Johannson, on the right Romeo and Apostasy. In front of the Saints are other members of the FMW Locker Room, including the Abandoned Champion and Tag Champion Skyler Striker, Tag Champion Leon Caprice, Hannibal Frost, Calvin X. Carter, The Celt, Chris Austin, and various other wrestlers.

Michaels: Tonight is Supremacy, we will see the best of the best tonight including Leon defeating that coward Skyler Striker.

Striker: Fuck off Drew, get with the point.

Michaels: I’d like to lead us in a prayer to keep us all safe tonight.

After saying that a cup goes flying across the room and splatters on a wall right behind Drew. The rest of the roster turns to see the one Nick Bryson standing there with a smirk on his face. Before Drew can say another word, Bryson cuts him off.

Bryson: Shut the fuck up premium boy.

Michaels: I’ve ha…

Bryson: Just stop. You’re all talk, if you’re going to do something then do it.

Without another word Drew jumps off the stage and takes off running full sprint towards Bryson. After a spear and a couple of punches from Drew the various members of the roster tries to pull Drew off.

Striker: C’mon Drew, get off of him you both have a match tonight.

As Skyler is pulling on the arm of Drew, Seth Omega comes out of nowhere and drops Skyler with a big left hand, after that Leon begins to charge at Omega to only be dropped by an uppercut by Mark Johannson. After that a brawl begins between the FMW roster. Apostasy and Hannibal began exchanging punches with one another while CXC and RCA are doing a two on one with Celt. A bunch of security members come into view and try to pull Bryson and Michaels apart. Smitten also comes into the room.

Smitten: Get them apart, we got a supershow to do dammit!

At that point security is trying to break up Celt and the duo of RCA and CXC. Meanwhile on the other side of the room The Broken Saints are brawling with Crash Scene. In the middle of the room Hannibal and Apostasy are going at it trying to gain momentum in there struggle. The shocked Smitten steps out into the hallway for a minute and comes back yelling.

Smitten: SECURITY! GET US MORE SECURITY IN HERE!

As more security pours into the room they begin breaking the wrestlers apart and taking them into their individual locker rooms. They take out Crash Scene first as the rest of security stands between the Saints and who is left in the room. One by one they begin escorting Frost, Celt, RCA, CXC, and Bryson out of the locker room as Bryson is leaving he yells out one last thing at Drew.

Bryson: THIS ISN’T OVER MICHAELS!

After that only security and the Saints are left in the locker room. Smitten comes back in and looks all of them down before scoffing and glaring at them.

Smitten: I’ll be glad you bunch of renegades are busting each other up tonight.

With that the Commissioner walks out of the room and security begins escorting the Saints out of the room as well. Finally it appears to be empty, until a door on the far end of the room opens and out walks TJ Tilli. Without being aware that nobody is there he begins talking.

Tilli: Hey guys, do you know if there is anymore TP laying around here?

Tilli turns around and realizes he is alone. He slams the bathroom door and begins storming across the room, before he exits the room he mutters one last thing under his breath.

Tilli: God dammit, that’s enough to make me want to choke a bitch.

Stone: Welcome back to Supremacy.

Foxx: I hope you died if you switched the channel.

Stone: Well that’s nice, anywho Ella is in the ring to announce our next match.

Ella Vader: This match is for a one fall, Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...

”This Calling” by All That Remains hits the blackened arena drawing a huge pop from the crowd.

Ella Vader: Weighing in at 225 pounds, he is ALISTAIR WOLFE!

The arena darkens, and neon red lights begin spinning in the arena as Alistair walks down the stage, his pale skin reacting oddly to the pulsing neon red lights.

Stone: Here comes Wolfe, Foxx and you’ve got to admit he’s been impressive lately.

Foxx: Impressive means nothing against The Boss’ Goon Squad.

Stone: You realize he’s not the boss anymore right?

Ella Vader: Introducing his opponents for the night, hailing fro—

With an audible electric crack the lights in the arena go out and the microphones cut off. The darkness comes to life with camera flashes.

Ella Vader:—rus!!!!!!!

The lights flash back on with the active microphones revealing Virus looming behind him.

Stone: That’s low! Virus is right behind Wolfe.

Foxx: Goon Squad! Goon Squad!

Stone: Virus just laid out Wolfe with a snap Full Nelson Slam and that looked like it hurt.

Foxx: That was Art in Motion Stone.

Stone: Virus has Wolfe up and WHOA! Wolfe just hit Virus with a Bulldog out of nowhere.

Foxx: Doesn’t look like it hurt him much, Virus is already standing.

Stone: Virus has Wolfe to his feet and tosses with him with a huge Irish Whip.

With what seems like no effort at all Alistair Wolfe is tossed across the ring, his feet barely touching the ground before he bounces off the ropes.

Foxx: Have you seen the arms on Virus? That’s has to be like a tank shooting you.

Stone: Wolfe is on the rebound now and OH!

Foxx: Did you see that?

Stone: Virus just effortlessly threw Wolfe into the air and just stepped out from underneath him. I don’t even know how high Wolfe went.

Foxx: And did you see the mat shake when Wolfe crashed back down.

Stone: No time to think about that, Virus has Wolfe back to his wobbly legs.

Effortlessly Virus hauls Wolfe above his head, holding him for a stalling suplex.

Stone: This doesn’t look like it’s going to go over well for Alistair.

Foxx: No, the bastard is wriggling free!

Stone: Wolfe is now back to back with Virus and drops the big man with a neckbreaker. Have to admit Foxx that looked pretty painful.

Foxx: I admit nothing, get up Good Squad!

Stone: One of them is going up that’s for sure.

Not wasting any time Wolfe quickly makes his way to the turnbuckle and begins his ascent.

Stone: Wolfe is going up!

Foxx: Get up Virus! Don’t just lay there!

Stone: Virus is standing!

Foxx: Wolfe is jumping!

Stone: NO!

Foxx: YES!

As Wolfe leaps into the air the right arm of Virus stretches out, catching him by the throat and effortlessly slams the smaller man to the mat.

Stone: That Chokeslam looks like it could have killed Wolfe. Virus must be looking to end this now.

Foxx: He’s looking to do something, he’s got Wolfe up again, this time by the back of the head!

Stone: This doesn’t look like it’s going to be good.

Foxx: This is going to be great. Look at the power of Virus! He is palming Wolfe’s head.

Effortlessly Virus pulls Wolfe across his shoulders, his spine running along Virus’s neck. With an arm wrapped around the neck of Wolfe and the other around Wolfe’s waist Virus nods his head to the audience, the tears of blood dripping from his mask down to the mat.

Stone: He’s going to break Wolfe’s back. Virus is dropping to his knees and OH MY GOD!

As Virus drops a loud crack echoes through the cheering arena as the lifeless body of Alistair Wolfe slumps to the mat.

Foxx: That’s The Syndrome baby! GOON SQUAD!

Stone: Virus is going for the pin, I don’t even think Wolfe is conscious. That whatever it was obliterate this young talent.

Virus rests his body against the collapsed form of Wolfe, pressing his shoulders to the mat.

ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEE!!!!!

Ella Vader: And the winner of this match... THE VIRUS!!!

Virus (8.20 APS + 2.5 votes = 10.7 total)
Alistair Wolfe (0.00 APS + 0.0 votes = 0.00 total)

Stone: This one’s over, someone get this kid some medical attention!

Foxx: That’s why you don’t mess with Jaro’s Goon Squad.

Stone: That seems to be a true statement, any who lets go backstage, allow Wolfe to drag himself out of here.

Foxx: Poor guy, I should give him a dollar.


???: This is it.

The door to the arena’s boiler room slammed shut closing in two men.

Crow: This is where we shut all of them up.

Inferno: Now’s not the time to get ahead of ourselves. We’ve waited this long.

With an outstretched arm Damien Inferno grabbed the shoulder of Gabriel Crow.

Inferno: Patience may be a virtue Gabriel but it is a strategy to exercise as well.

A smirk crossed the lips of Gabriel Crow, his back turned to his partner.

Crow: I was thinking the same thing Damien.

Shrugging off the arm of Inferno, Crow quickly turns to face his partner.

Crow: I think our understanding with Scorpio has outlived its usefulness. That is, after tonight.

Inferno: The opportunities are plentiful tonight Gabe. At our fingertips we have the opportunity to tear one of the greatest limb from limb.

Crow: As I said, this is it. This is where these peons begin to fear Danse Macabre. When they watch the blood flow from their former FMW Champion and see our...my...smiling face above him, they will fear us.

Inferno: Focus Gabe. Don’t get ahead of yourself. We need to be systematic. Unrelenting. Violent. We need to send a message. We need to show our unity to destroy any thought in their minds of an allegiance with that meat sack Scorpio. Tonight, the Hallowed One shall fall to the Dark Ones.

The arm of Damien Inferno once again pats Gabriel Crow on the shoulder before pulling open the boiler room door and making his exit.

Inferno: I’ll meet you in the locker room.

The door shut once again, trapping Crow in darkness.

Crow: You’re right Damien tonight the Dark One rises and the Hallowed fall. Tonight is a turning point, the end game. After Supremacy, FMW won’t be quick to forget our name...MY name.

The scene fades in backstage where the beautiful Veronica Cherrywood has Hannibal Frost on standby. With aviator shades covering his eyes and a flask in hand, Frost smirks.

Cherrywood: So, Hannibal... you're back.

Frost: Obviously.

Veronica rolls her eyes and glances at the flask.

Cherrywood: New vices to replace the old ones?

Frost: Always good to forget. Speaking of that, I'm also trying to start anew.

Cherrywood: And I'm guessing that'll start tonight, with Dunnwood?

Frost: Precisely. I'm not exactly here to preach word about a sinless life, or a life of worship. To each their own. But, I am here to make things right by me. I've done things I'm not necessarily proud of. Dunnwood will learn tonight that I'm here to fight for me. To atone.

Frost takes a swig from the flask and wipes a bit of alcohol from his lips before screwing the top back on.

Cherrywood: Well, after tonight, you're set to take part in FMW's second ever Elimination Chamber.

Frost: I am, and to be honest, I'm excited. I'm still for a little bloodshed and violence. Just, not the creepy sadistic kind. Good ole' fashioned ass kickin' works for me.

Cherrywood: And you'll once again be in the ring with Skyler Striker.

Frost dips his head, a sigh escaping his lips. He idly rubs at the back of his neck.

Frost: And once again, I've got a plethora of people standing in my way.

Cherrywood: What're you going to do if you catch up with him?

Frost: The man is confused. Screwed up. Falling fast. I'm convinced that the man who took me out of FMW was starting to fall even at that point. I'm sure it won't be Skyler Striker I run in to.

Cherrywood: Well, in any case, he has a match tonight with Leon Caprice.

Frost: I noticed. They've built up quite a war between themselves. I just hope it's settled after tonight. Because, come Lethal Injection, I'm going to beat a little sense into Striker. He deserves it. He needs it.

With that, Frost tips his hat to Veronica and walks out of view.

Stone: Strong words there from Hannibal, it seems like this is truly a new leaf for him.

Foxx: I think he’s lying, people thought that the cake was real…but they lied too.

Stone: Crazy town has hit FMW, and with that our next match has a different kind of crazy.


Ella Vader: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a qualification match for the Abandoned championship Elimination Chamber to be held at Lethal Injection and is scheduled for one fall!

Sombrely a figure emerges out from the METALtron with no music to accompany him. As some members of the crowd react to his presence he silently makes powerful strides towards to the ring. He does not acknowledge anyone as he moves; in fact he barely turns his head away from eying his destination. As the figure becomes more and more visible to the crowd their reaction becomes more and more audible and it’s clearly negative.

Ella Vader: Introducing first, from Venice Beach California...he is The Walking Hate Crime, The Sadistic Skinhead, A former FMW Television title holder and the Aryan Fighting Machine...This is SYANIDE!

At the mention of Syanide’s name one big loud boo rises out from the crowd. As if he gave a damn. Entering the ring he passes through the ring ropes and places himself back against a turnbuckle, facing the entrance ramp with his arms folded.

Suddenly the grand orchestral sound of the “The Might of Rome” by Hans Zimmer begins to stir as a fully armoured Mass Caesar sets foot in front of the METALtron. Following him is his entourage of Slaves and Lions. Unlike Syanide, Caesar takes his time coming to the ring, being a man who never shies away from a grand spectacle. The crowd doesn’t seem that pleased with Caesar, but seem less willing to jeer him in the face of Syanide. Caesar walks to the ring steps and being removing his armour as Ella Vader once again takes to the microphone.

Ella Vader: And now, Provenienti da Roma, Italia, he is Italia’s proudest son, the father of Modern Violence and also a former FMW Television title holder, this-

Syanide suddenly grabs the mic from Ella Vader, who almost falls over from the power of Syanide’s swipe.

Syanide: Can we cut your fucking Gay pride march Caesar? This isn’t some fucking game!

As Caesar finishes removing his armour he calmly climbs the ring steps and enters the squared circle. While his slaves takes his armour and lions to the back, Caesar bravery goes nose to nose with the hulking Syanide.

Stone: Caesar showing no fear as he steps to a lethal and focused looking Syanide in this Elimination Chamber qualifying match Foxx.

Foxx: He’s either brain-dead or got some balls...either way he going to get the shit kicked into him for even thinking he can Mano-a-mano with Syanide.

The referee calls for the bell as Caesar and Syanide continue to stare each other down. A tense moment follows only to be broken when Syanide snaps his head forwards and headbutts Caesar right on the bridge of the nose.

Stone: Syanide on the offensive straight off the bat here, he didn’t waste much time

Foxx: Well good to see I’m commentating with Captain Obvious, like ‘Nide was going to sit back and let Caesar take the advantage.

Stone: Syanide now just slapping the back of Caesar’s head...showing no respect for the former TV champ at all. Syanide grabs Caesar’s arms now in a double underhook...damn, some vicious knees being thrown into Caesar right here.

Foxx: You’re damn straight, Sy’ is launching those knee right where it hurts; the kidneys. That’ll break a man right down unless Caesar can get out of this

Stone: Maybe he heard you Foxx, Mass now fighting back, he’s got an arm free and now he’s throwing elbows into the gut of Syanide. Looks like it’s worked, two arms free now and Caesar puts the bigger man in a solid headlock...Syanide backs against the ropes, shoots Caesar off...Caesar ducks the clothesline, on the rebound, Syanide with the sidestep, Caesar off the ropes again, SLIDES! Under Syanide, waistlock...German? Nope, Syanide uses his weight to prevent it!

Foxx: Caesar looking to play the technical game with Syanide? Well, beats trying to brawl with the bastard.

Stone: Syanide breaks the waistlock by grabbing an arm...twists it now and Syanide in control with a wristlock. Caesar in pain here as, youch, Syanide holding the Roman Warrior’s arm with his left hand and throwing punches with his right.

Foxx: Manny Pacquiao would cringe at some of those punches, look at Sy’, going back to those kidneys straight away. Vicious, Ruthless, the man is an animal with lethal mind for torture. God he’s pure ratings.

Stone: Caesar now, looking for a way out of this bad situation...tries to shake off the wristlock but Syanide gives him a sharp kick to the back for his troubles...Caesar searching, searching...can he find the exit from this? Forward Roll from the Italian and he’s reversed the hold! Caesar with the wristlock now! Caesar applies the pressure, although Syanide seems to be holding it off somewhat. Change of gears, Caesar whips Syanide off the ropes and…

Foxx: BOOM HEADSHOT!

Stone: Caesar with a particularly sweet Enzuigiri there, can he follow up? Caesar now throwing right after right at Syanide’s head as the Aryan picks himself off the mat.

Foxx: Stone, if Caesar wants to take the win home tonight he’s got to throw everything at Sy’ whenever the opportunity arises or else, quite simply, he’s fucked.

Stone: Syanide back on his feet now and Caesar comes off the ropes...with a dropkick right in the face of Syanide, puts him right back down. Caesar is uncharacteristically fast tonight, He’s known to be methodological rather than quick paced, why do you think that is?

Foxx: He’s looking down the barrel of Daniel Motherfuckin’ Lincoln Stone...likely he’s just doing whatever comes to mind out there right now. Once again he’d better think of all the right moves tonight if he wants to overcome a force like Syanide.

Stone: Caesar now, pulls Syanide up...SNAP DDT! He’s not done yet! Caesar racing off the ropes once again, seeing if it’ll work a third time-Looks to throw a stiff knee, No! Syanide pulls out of the way! Syanide now with some clubbing blows to Mass Caesar. Facelock in place-Scores with a snap suplex! Syanide now jumping on Caesar like a pitbull, locks in a sleeper hold! And Jesus Foxx once again Synaide laying into those kidneys with some heavy knees

Foxx: Syanide has been and always will be the business Stone, none of this comes as surprise to me. Shaking off that DDT? That’s just Syanide being Syanide man.

Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen we could be looking at a submission victory for Syanide right here as Caesar is depressible looking for the ropes! He’s trying to crawl over to them but he’s got a two hundred and fifty pound man on top of him striking at his kidneys with some truly vicious knees!

Referee: What you say Caesar?

Caesar: No!

Referee: What you say Caesar?

Caesar: NO! AAAHHH NO!

Stone: Caesar in real trouble here folks! This could be it!

Referee: Give up!?

Caesar: AAAHHH!

Stone: Caesar reaching now! Reaching! Can he do it? BUT LOOK AT THOSE KNEES!

Foxx: MORE KNEES FROM ‘NIDE, AND HE’S GOT THAT SLEEPER LOCKED TIGHT!

Stone: CAESAR GETS THE ROPES! Tremendous fortitude on display here!

Syanide doesn’t release the hold until the referee yells “four!” directly into his ear, and when he does he immediately grabs Caesar by the ankles and drags him to the center of the ring.

Stone: Frustration possibly now being shown by Syanide...I think he had this won just there.

Foxx: This is good thing stoner, it’s going to make “the thing” more angry. I can hear it now…”Its clobbering time”.

Stone: …What is with you tonight. Syanide now, launching kicks once again in those kidneys of Mass Caesar...there’s one, now another. The man is so focused tonight.

Foxx: No doubt about it Stoner; Caesar kidneys are taking a hell of a pounding tonight and I just don’t-

Stone: WAIT A MINUTE! Roll up by Caesar now! Into a Single Boston Crab! Syanide being put on the back-foot here!

Foxx: Whoa talk about an out of nowhere submission! Sy better start the clobbering soon.

Stone: Syanide winching in pain as a spot in the Abandoned Championship is on the line here! All to play for and Caesar might take it!

Referee: What you say!?

Syanide: NO!

Referee: Whatcha say!?

Syanide: FUCK YOU!

Stone: Syanide refusing to give in! Wait! What’s this!?

Foxx: Caesar with the transition into a TESTUDO DEATH HOLD STONE!!! TESTUDO DEATH HOLD APPLIED OUT OF THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!

Stone: SYANIDE IN REAL TROUBLE NOW! Is that Elimination Chamber spot slipping away!?

Referee: Submit?!

Syanide: AAAHH!

Referee: Give up?!

Stone: My Gawd Foxx! Caesar throwing headbutts now as well! Caesar has a Testudo Death Hold, that’s a toehold plus a Cobra Clutch and now he’s throwing fucking headbutts into the back of Syanide’s skull into the mix! A skull that’s already eaten some nasty blows!

Caesar: TAP! TAP!

Stone: Syanide fighting now! Struggling to escape this God-awful hold! Think of that Enzuigiri! Think of that DDT! Can he do it? He’s desperately pulling at Caesar arms! Jesus how strong is this guy!? He’s pulling out of the Cobra Clutch!

Foxx: Caesar up the creek now!

Stone: Caesar throwing fists like crazy as Syanide picks himself up off the mat and takes his legs back from Caesar! I cannot believe this; Syanide has escaped the Testudo Death Hold! I’m in totally shock!

Syanide and Caesar now, both on their feet and throwing strikes like no tomorrow! Big Right from Syanide! Elbow from Caesar! Right hook from Syanide! European from Caesar! Headbutt from Syanide! And Another! One more and Caesar is down!

Foxx: Vicious beyond belief Stone, Syanide just doesn’t give a damn!

Stone: Syanide moves over to the corner and waits for Caesar...SPEAR! THOSE KIDNEYS DRIVEN START INTO THE MAT!

Foxx: Syanide takes the advantage! Time to ride this to victory!

Stone: Syanide pulls Caesar in...Massive Powerbomb!

Foxx: OUT ON THE STREETS THEY CALL THAT MURD-AH! Syanide almost put Caesar through the mat with that one! And down on that injured back once again!

Stone: Syanide needs to go for the pin here...a shot at the Abandoned Championship on the line! Damnit what’s Syanide doing here, he’s taking Caesar up...oh man, RUNNING ALABAMA SLAM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Good lord what must that have done to that back of Caesar?!

Foxx: Syanide is ripping Caesar to shreds right in front us! God damn!

Stone: Caesar left sitting on that turnbuckle, and Syanide now...he can really just pick Caesar off at this stage, here we go: Standing Belly to Belly suplex off the second rope! This could well be over! Syanide NEEDS to make the pin if he wants the Abandoned gold!

Foxx: He ain’t going for it Stoner...

Stone: There’s a vicious look in Syanide’s eyes right now that I don’t like...Caesar is vulnerable right now, he could be out of it and Syanide knows it.

Foxx: Oh this is going to be delicious, My boy Sy’ got something planned

Stone: Boston Crab locked in now by Syanide! And look at this Foxx; Syanide’s knees are just pressing right into the kidneys of a now limp Mass Caesar! Call the damn match Ref...surely this is a TKO decision!

Foxx: I think you could be right Stone...the Zebra is looking nervous. The longer Syanide locks in this hold the more I think Caesar was knocked out either after that powerbomb or that Alabama slam.

Stone: Wait, What’s this? Syanide grabbing the referee and telling him to shut up? What kind of sadistic turn is this? Syanide releases the hold!

Foxx: He not done though...here we go!

Stone: UNTITLED ON CAESAR! THIS IS OVER, PIN HIM LINCOLN, PIN HIM!

Foxx: Shut up man I’m enjoying this.

Stone: Finally! A cover made, shoulders on the mat...1...2...3 and thank God this is over, Syanide taking it wwwayyy too far at the end.

Foxx: Took it too far or sent a message?

Ella Vader: And the winner of this match, and last participant in the Abandoned Championship Elimination Chamber...SYANIDE!

Syanide (8.45 APS + 2.7 votes = 11.15 total)
MASS Caesar (0.00 APS + 0.0 votes = 0.00 total)

Syanide: Give me that mic bitch!

Once again Syanide grabs the microphone straight out of the hand of Ella Vader. A chorus of boos pour in as Syanide pauses to catch his breath.

Syanide: This isn’t a fucking game. I am not here to play. Do you all see him (points at Caesar) Do you all see what I just did to him? Caprice! Striker! Anyone else who thinks they can stand in the way of my return, cast your eyes upon your peer! Look at him! WEAK! BROKEN! Like a wolf among the sheep I have torn him limb from limb! This was just an average match, and yet I have left him laying in the dirt, gasping for air. Think of what I could achieve within the confines of the sick and twisted world that is the Elimination Chamber! Sixteen tones of Steel, Two miles of Chain! Think of the horror I’ll unleash. I don’t even care if I win or lose; all I care about is the impact. And when you don’t care about the victory, you’re free to do WHATEVER it takes to shock the world. I will step into that Chamber a mortal and come out of it a GOD! I will be WORSHIPPED for my actions! Leon, Striker, Apostasy, Dunnwood...even you Frost, none of you are safe. In a matter of time, each and every one of you will be just.like.him.

Syanide throws the microphone down at the laid out Caesar.

Foxx: He is going to massacre that Chamber at Lethal Injection...and I’m going to love every second of it.

Stone: And I hear we are going backstage with Cherrywood, as she is accompanied by a man with much to explain… We’ll be back soon.


We fade backstage to the Philips Arena. We see a sultrily dressed Veronica Cherrywood, carefully snooping around a darkened area of the back, presumably the boiler room. As the general chatter among wrestlers, stagehands, caterers and what not begin to die out Cherrywood’s bubbly nature is quickly replaced by a hint of annoyance and apprehension. She looks back towards the trailing camera and begins to speak in a hushed tone.

Cherrywood: I’m Veronica Cherrywood coming to you live from the Philips Arena, site of Supremacy. I was scheduled to be joined by Chris Austin but judging by what is amounting to a wild goose chase, I’m guessing I have to find him.

As Cherrywood searches for Austin, a clatter of falling steel is heard. She jumps up startled, looking around in growing panic. After not seeing a source of the disturbance, she huffs and throws her hands up in resignation.

Cherrywood: Screw this…

Cherrywood quickly exits the boiler room and closes the door, only to be nearly frightened out of her skin by the callous words of a hooded man leaning against the wall, dressed to compete…

RCA: Find what you were looking for?

Cherrywood: AHHH…What the hell, Austin?

RCA: My name is R.C.A, and I could be asking you the same question. What do you want?

Cherrywood: Uh…yeah…so it’s become really apparent that you’ve taken quite a turn in terms of attitude. Word in the locker is that it isn’t going over well either, so I ask you…first, what’s up with the new attitude and second, where are you going with said change?

RCA: Veronica, FMW has found itself in a catch-22. A no-win situation, the first instance of it was in the case of a fighter pilot who wished to be relieved of his duties. But, the rules stated that a pilot couldn’t be relieved of his duties unless he was found clinically insane.

As RCA says ‘clinically insane’ he taps his head three times with his pointer finger. RCA sighs and chuckles to himself as he begins to nonchalantly corner Veronica.

RCA: So, answer me this. What sane man WANTS to fly into a dangerous mission? None, hence the pilot found himself in a catch-22. He didn’t want to fly, but he couldn’t be relieved unless he was insane and he proved otherwise by not wanting to fly. As for me, I never wanted to be the hero, but I was indirectly forced into it by my own stupidity and peer pressure. I couldn’t get out of it unless I wasn’t ‘mentally capable’ of being a hero. But, what sane man wants to save a federation that is doomed anyway?

Cherrywood: So you were trapped?

RCA: Precisely and since then I’ve fell from grace. See, at the last Supremacy, I found myself in an Elimination Chamber match for the Abandoned Championship. One Hayabusa Cup win later and now I’m wallowing in the muck of mediocrity as a ringer for two rookies. Veronica, I have no desire to be in this match as there is nothing for me to lose or anything to really gain but I can’t get out of this match unless I’m injured or ‘clinically insane’. But, Veronica…what healthy, sane man wants to participate in a match he can’t benefit or suffer from? Then again, who says I can’t benefit from this?

As it were, with FMW in this situation and obviously forgetful of just who I am, it’s time I reminded them by starting to do what first made me a threat: Quietly making an impact as I did on Anxiety, this time with a mind whose craving of the knowledge of your weakness is being satisfied as I speak. Just so happens that my actions will be lethal exploitations of the weaknesses that these disrespectful, insignificant maggots have. Veronica, FMW will bear witness to my Supremacy, by any means necessary. It begins with Abel, Nikko and Kaoru if need be. What I do to them will be the emotionless, disrespectfully tragic beginning of my redemption. Class… (gives Veronica a ‘sizing-up’ look) dismissed.

Cherrywood: That’s rude.

RCA: Class. Dismissed.

RCA stares on waiting for her to leave, but of course thanks to his ‘flip-flopping’ he is not taken seriously by even the lowest on the totem pole. He clenches his bottom jaw just so as he glances at a very put off Veronica. Without warning, RCA’s right hand uncoils like a snakebite towards Veronica and grips her tightly around the jaw, forcing her into the door with a ‘THUD’ and lifting her about six inches off the ground. RCA leans in close and begins to seemingly breathe in her essence, darting all over her as if she’s being analyzed, as if he’s looking for a weak point, a point to strike as she tries to free herself. The fear in her watering eyes contrasts with the calm of RCA’s. He releases her as she slumps down in terror and squats down. Austin coldly states:

RCA: Everybody deserves a makeup exam. Don’t fail this one.

Austin ‘lovingly’ brushes her hair to the side and slithers away as Veronica seems to hyperventilate, obviously worried about her safety…as everyone else should be about theirs. Fade out.

The scene opens backstage with Veronica Cherrywood standing, waiting, hidden around a corner. Conveniently within seconds of the camera panning to Veronica a large man rounds the corner coming into her view.

Veronica Cherrywood: Mr. Lincoln! Mr. Lincoln! Could we have a word?

The mention of his name stops Syanide dead in his tracks. Slowly his head turns, his cold grey eyes staring at Veronica behind a scowl.

Syanide: Syanide.

Veronica Cherrywood: Yes...I know.

Syanide: Then don’t be ignorant you soiled cunt. What do you want?

Stifled for a second Veronica regains her composure in front of the man known as The Walking Hate Crime.

Veronica Cherrywood: Tell us about your match tonight, what does the big victory mean for Syanide?

Syanide: Simple, it means there are now a group of other men who will soon understand why it’s called The Elimination Chamber. What happened to that Roman was simple foreshadowing. I plan to leave a plethora of broken and maimed men at my feet.

Veronica Cherrywood: And what about Hannibal Frost?

Syanide: What about him? You seem to imply that Frost is a concern. Frost has turned over a new leaf and as much as he may want revenge on Skyler I doubt he has what it takes to leave him a bloody heap. The Frost I knew wouldn’t hesitate...wouldn’t think twice. And I may just have to beat that back into him.

Veronica Cherrywood: So how does having two of your former team mates factor into the Elimination Chamber?

Syanide: It doesn’t. Frost, whatever Eastwood thinks he is, it doesn’t make any difference. They are people standing in the way of what I want. If I have to tear them limb from limb I will.

Veronica Cherrywood: One last question Syanide. You’re going to be going back up against Leon Caprice in this match, what does that mean for you?

With a smile Syanide leans closer to Veronica, his face less than an inch from hers, his hot breath crashing across her face.

Syanide: God boy had better get all his prayers out of the way now. If he thinks what I can do with that chain is bad, he’s got another thing coming when my knuckles make contact with his face. It’s going to be awfully hard to mouth those prayers when his jaw is hanging by one hinge.

With a grunt and a twisted snarl Syanide turns and leaves Veroncia where he found her, cowered behind a corner, hiding behind her microphone.

Stone: Now it is time to roll into our next match.


Foxx : A struggle between two up and coming FMW Stars, including one that has a title shot at Lethal Injection.

Stone: You are not kidding, our television champion PX will be facing Calvin X. Carter at the next PPV in what is sure to be an awesome match.

Foxx: Speaking of the devil…

PX comes into view and sits down next to Stone and puts on a headset.

Stone: We are joined now by the Full Metal Wrestling Television Champion PX. Welcome PX.

PX: Don’t you welcome me, I’m the TV Champion I don’t need your welcoming.

Foxx: Bitch got told.

“Who Shot Ya” by Notorious BIG blares through the PA as a spotlight begins rolling over the crowd. The fans are booing except for the occasional ones who cheer when the spotlight is over them. Up on the stage CXC is standing with his barbed wire baseball bat draped over his shoulder, as he makes his way down to the ring he keeps his eyes locked on PX who just holds up the Television Title in mocking fashion.

Vader: Now making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland…this is CALVIN. X. CARRTTTEERRRRRR!!!

Finally CXC makes his way to the ring as he is walking around the ring “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva hits as Eric Ares begins running down the ramp at full speed as his flashy pyro goes off behind him, he quickly slides in the ring and tackles CXC bringing him to the ground. Ella Vader quickly evacuates the ring as Ares begins firing away on CXC.

Vader: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pound, hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Cananda…This is ERIC ARREEESSSSS!!

Foxx: Hot damn CXC is getting lit up like a match, he really should of kept his eyes on the task at hand.

PX: Dumbass convict.

Stone: You can’t blame Eric Ares for not getting flashy with it, I mean one would think that a win over the number one contender would vault you into the title picture.

PX: Dumbass Canadian.

Foxx: And now Ares has CXC up, where he is hitting those left and rights to Carter, who is very dazed right now.

Stone: Bouncing off the ropes and nailing a Lou Thez Press and he’s firing away on CXC yet again.

PX: It’s okay, Carter is use to being whipped like the bitch he is.

Foxx: CXC is doing some firing back of his own, he got Ares off of him and now he is back to his feet.

Stone: He’s going in for a roundhouse and...

PX: Rake to the eyes, couldn’t of done it better myself.

Foxx: Ares back in control now and he hits a beautiful snap suplex.

Stone: Going for the pin, one, two, kickout!

PX: Shame, I was getting bored.

Foxx: Ares is smacking Calvin with some stiff elbows right to the jaw. He drives him into the corner and backs up before hitting a spinning heel kick!

PX: That looks like it hurt.

Stone: Indeed it did, and Eric Ares is just having his way with CXC like a dog with a playtoy.

PX: Ironic, I heard the same thing about Carter’s prison time.

Foxx: Ares is bouncing off the ropes smacks CXC right in the mouth with a flying forearm.

Stone: Going back into the pin, one, two, thr-no kickout!

Foxx: Ares is getting frustrated now, he has CXC back up again and he’s looking for the kill…

Stone: CXC counters into a picture perfect Enzuigiri…wait, he isn’t following up at all, as a matter of fact he’s just paying attention to you PX.

PX stands up and looks down at Carter who has his eyes locked on PX. Carter makes a motion at his waist as if he is the next Television Champion, and begins mouthing something to PX.

PX: Why don’t you keep your eyes on your damn opponent before he knocks you out as well?

Stone: Carter is finally turning around now, and he walks right into…

Foxx: ERIC ARES GREATEST HITS!

Stone: And the pin one, two, three!

Vader: And the winner of this match….ERIC ARREEEESSSSS!!

Eric Ares (5.42 APS + 1.2 votes – 0.2 penalty = 6.42 total)
Calvin. X. Carter (0.00 APS + 0.1 votes = 0.10 total)

“Survival of the Sickest” begins to play as Ares soaks up the crowds hate, he rolls out of the ring to head up the ramp. CXC uses the ropes to beginning pulling himself to his feet, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.

Stone: What a quick and decisive win for newcomer to FMW Eric Ares! You must be pleased to see your future opponent get rocked so close to his title match PX…..PX? Where is he going!

Foxx: To help rock his future opponent once more!

Stone: This is vile, Calvin already lost tonight, PX doesn’t need to punish him more.

Foxx: Tell that to the pissed off Irishman charging the ring.

Stone: CXC finally to his feet only to have PX grab one under the bottom rope and yank him down on his face.

Foxx: PX in the ring now and he is just laying into Carter with boots. CXC might be lucky to even make it to his championship match.

Stone: But look at Eric Ares, FMW’s self proclaimed better than you man is looking back at the ring from the ramp. He looks like he might come back and help CXC!

Ares stands there for a moment, a perplexed look upon his face as the crowd screams for to head back and stop the beat down. After a moment Ares shrugs, smiles and heads back towards the back ignoring the boos and beat down taking place in the ring.

Foxx: Or he was just looking at the girl with the huge rack. Eric Ares is only out for one man, and that’s him.

Stone: That son of a bitch, if he wasn’t such a self serving ass he’d be a man and do something. Carter is getting decimated in the ring and not a single person has come out to help him.

PX stops laying into CXC for a moment, long enough to roll out of the ring and grab hold of one of the conveniently placed folding chairs with evil intent. Eric Ares stops one more time at the curtain to look back and the ring, before laughing and walking through the curtains. Less than a second later he topple backwards out onto the ramp, eyes rolling back into his head as PX rolls into the ring.

Stone: Someone just laid out Ares in the entrance ramp and PX is about to take tee off on CXC’s head with that folding chair!

Foxx: And it’ll be a good thing too. Maybe then we can get someone besides this hack job to challenge for a real champion like PX at Lethal Injection.

Stone: Or not, someone’s rushing down to the ring past the unconscious form of Ares…….No way.

Foxx: It can’t be.

Stone: IT IS! ALEX O’RION IS CHARGING THE FMW RING AS PX RAISES THE CHAIR ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Foxx: Wasn’t he a, you know, bad guy before he left?

Stone: O’RION SLIDES INTO THE RING AND NS PRIDES THE CHAIR BACK INTO PX’S FACE!

Foxx: Wait, didn’t he call it O’Rion Pride?

Stone: AND NOW O’RION WITH MOUNTED PUNCHES TO PX, HE PICKS HIM UP AND THROWS HIM FROM THE RING!

Foxx: Seriously, does no one else realize none of this makes any sense.

Stone: DOESN’T HAVE TO THIS IS F-M-DUBYA! O’RIONS BACK! THE PRIDE OF NOVA SCOTIA IS BACK!

Foxx: Stop yelling dammit.

Alex O’Rion stands tall in the FMW ring for the first time in months, and for the first time in much longer the fans cheer him on for it. Eventually he gives time for PX to scuttle out of the ring and up the ramp, leaving the ring to the property of Alex O’Rion as he mounts a turnbuckle in ecstasy.

Stone: How about that… Alex O’Rion back in FMW.

Foxx: But look at that glare from PX, he wont be forgetting this anytime soon.

Stone: Well for now his focus must be on CXC and surviving Lethal Injection.

Foxx: But surely the crazed Irishman will be after his blood so very soon…

Stone: We’ll just have to wait and see… Til then here is Cherrywood with another superstar backstage.

Cherrywood: Standing by with me now, Apostasy!

Apostasy receives a warm reception as he merely stands, arms crossed with an easy-going smirk on his face

Cherrywood: So Apostasy, you’re now a member of the Broken Saints and tonight TyranT booked you to take on your fellow Saints in a first blood elimination match. What are your thoughts?

Apostasy: First of all, what TyranT did was nothing more than a indirect attempt to break up what will become the dominant entity in Full Metal Wrestling. I’d be willing to gamble that he’s quite the cowardly slug. Either way, what he’s done tonight has no bearings on me.

Cherrywood: What do you mean?

Apostasy: The big picture. I’m looking right at it. See, I can tell that as long as we do what we said we’ll do, then the Broken Saints will also be golden. Drew is already the C-4 champion, Romeo will soon be the FMW Champion. Seth’s TV title aspirations may not have worked out, but with Mark in the fold I’d imagine that the Crash Scene boys have been placed on notice, that is if they make it through tonight as one unit.

Cherrywood: As for you?

Apostasy: The Abandoned title, Veronica. I’m going to do everything in my power to win it at Lethal Injection. I have a common denominator with that championship. See, I can empathize with that championship. I’ve been 'abandoned' and I’ve done my share of abandoning. But Skyler has begun to abandon his greater responsibilities for that title. As a result, it is a cancer that I intend to force him to abandon.

Cherrywood: What about tonight? Will there be a possible strain on the Broken Saints after the match?

Apostasy: Veronica, I’m looking at the big picture here. This match is of little consequence to me, there are bigger goals afterward. Families fight, they bicker. There are occasions that they may not see eye to eye, but at the end of the day they sit down, and they eat dinner, crack open a couple of cold ones or whatever as the bond strengthens. That is the only result I foresee from this match. There may be a winner, and there may be a loser. But at the end of the day, the Broken Saints will stand stronger than before. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a family gathering to attend. I bid you a good night, thanks for your time.

Cherrywood: Thank you.

Apostasy leaves as Cherrywood stares on impressed. Fade out.

The scene switches to backstage as Veronica Cherrywood can be seen pacing quickly back and forth across an otherwise unoccupied locker room. After a few paces she turns and walks back the other direction then pauses and speaks at the camera man with rising agitation.

Cherrywood: Sometimes I get so sick of these self absorbed little boys.

She turns with a huff and paces across the room once more before turning to the camera man again.

Cherrywood: I mean, I just get so sick of hearing the same old shit week in week out, you know what I mean?

There is no reaction from behind the camera as Veronica Cherrywood continues wearing a path into the carpet.

Cherrywood: Of course you know, you’re here with me every week when we get made to stand around and wait for some dumb shit to deliver a few mumbled words that don’t actually make any sense too.

As her pacing reaches a crescendo Veronica’s agitation is also clearly nearing fever pitch and she begins to huff and puff more and more like a steam engine about to blow a valve with every step. Finally her patience boils over and she turns on the only person she can unleash her anger upon.

Cherrywood: How do you reckon these dumbshit muscle bound meat heads would like being kept waiting? I’ll tell you.... they would whine and moan to Commisioner Smitten like the spoiled little girls they are. I bet they would demand an apology for being kept two minutes from their steroids or hormones or painkillers and whatever other shit we have both seen floating around backstage.

By this point the camera man is trying to calm Veronica down but she is off and running and cannot contain her anger.

Cherrywood: I wanted to be a journalist you know. Source interviews and shed light on the lives of someone different. Someone who people could be inspired by, not muscle bound dimwits who think they are the answer to every question ever asked or not. Someone who takes the time to be nice and isn’t trying to get into my pants....Someone.... different....

FMW’s top interviewer pauses to draw breath after what can only be described as a temper tantrum but before she can launch headlong into another tirade at the camera, Abel Steele appears in the doorway behind her. He is unshaven and his clothes are somewhat shabby, as if they have been slept in.

Veronica smells her guest before she sees him as evident by the poorly hidden sniff as the first whiff of his unwashed body drifts by her.

Steele: Hey Veronica, are you ready for my interview?

The roll of the eyes by Veronica Cherrywood is almost concealed but Abel picks up on her mood and follows up on his apology.

Steele: I’m sorry Veronica, I just had something that couldn’t wait.

Cherrywood: Someone called you a fraud? Or you had to go sign autographs for your fans or maybe some more intimate fan interaction was called for eh?

Abel looks flatly down his nose at the now slightly abashed young woman standing before him. Veronica wilts slightly under his unwavering gaze. As the stare draws out longer and longer she begins to stammer.

Cherrywood: You wrestlers are all the same! Saints, sinners in be tweeners you are all so wound up whatever pointless match you are preparing for that you forget that the rest of us are busy too....

Abel can see that Veronica has got herself all worked up and moves to defuse the situation as the camera man does his best to calm down his co-worker before she says something that might cost her job.

Steele: I really am sorry Veronica. I haven’t been home in seventy two hours and I don’t remember the last meal I had that wasn’t served in a microwavable packet but that is no excuse for not being here.

Abel runs a dirty hand through bedraggled hair before speaking again.

Steele: And you are right about one thing.... this match isn’t all that important. Don’t get me wrong, I take this business seriously and I have my motivation for success just like every man here and I never like losing. But some of my peers seem to lose sight of the bigger picture and get distracted.

Abel stuffs one hand into his jeans pocket and begins searching for something. Eventually he produces a handful consisting of lint, a scrap of paper , some loose change and a locker key.

Steele: Some guys get caught up in meaningless wins, trying to go undefeated in every match. Never mind that you may be teamed with some no name rookie who needs a piggyback into the big time. Never mind that your opponent has also been weighted down[/i] with a similar burden.

Steele flicks the scrap of paper clear of his hand so that it strikes the far wall and drops down into a waste basket

[b]Steele: Some guys get caught up in their own hype. There has been no one more hyped in recent times than me, but I know this won’t last forever. I don’t kid myself as so many others do, including my opponent tonight, into believing that the initial excitement and hype will continue into the endless dusk of their careers.

Abel gently blows away the lint from his palm. Watching as it slowly twists and turns in the currents of the air conditioning before finally settling gently upon the industrial grade carpet that adorns the dressing room floor.

Steele: Some guys get caught chasing an unobtainable prize. Whether they are contaminated by pride, delusional with power or blinded by their beliefs they spend their time chasing the end of a boundless rainbow and will never be satisfied with a job well done. I too have found it hard to resist the glory that these men chase, I have dreamed of immortality. But I have accepted that no one can bend people’s will to their own no matter how hard they try or how good their intentions.

Abel spreads the fingers of his hand and watches as the change filters its way through to the ground in a cascading shower of shimmering light. The only item now left in his hand is the key and Abel slips the key ring over his index finger and begins to twirl it around and around. Spinning it faster and faster until eventually it is merely a silver blur at the end of his finger.

Steele: You are right Veronica, the wrestlers of the FMW are all the same.
They are nothing more than creatures of an environment, reacting to the pressures placed upon them. When you sift your way through all the bullshit and get down to the bare facts, there is only difference between me and the rest of the rabble.

Abel looks dead down the camera and catches the spinning key in his palm, squeezing it so tight that his knuckles turn white from the pressure.

Steele: I already have the keys to the kingdom. It’s up to me to choose when I want to open the door and claim my reward. Will it be in one month? Two?, Three?, Six? Tyrant and Romeo will be focused on destroying one another at Lethal Injection....and I hope they do because each of them has to know that even if they walk out of that match as Champion, they are only living on borrowed time. That anytime and anyplace I could take away what they have coveted for so very long in a mere instant.

Abel places one arm gently upon the shoulders of his interviewer who flinches away instantly from the overwhelming body odour.

Steele: Now if you'll excuse me I have to go fight Chris Austin with one arm tied behind my back.

As the camera pans to follow Abel Steele’s contrived exit we hear in the effects microphone the ponderings of a bewildered and somewhat antagonised Veronica Cherrywood.

Cherrywood: I wonder if the “The National Enquirer” is still hiring?


Ella Vader: The following match up is scheduled for one fall.

”Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi explodes over the PA system, to signal the beginning of the next match up in unison to Ella Vader‘s announcement. Cheers begin from the crowd to welcome back the superstar to the ring once again as his injury is still fresh in the minds of many. Soon enough into his music he appears, finishing what remains in a bottle of beer in his hand before he makes his way down to the ring.

Stone: What a grudge match this might turn out to be.

Foxx: Yeah, fuck the bloody Saints’ match, screw the so called epic Abandoned Championship match between two partners and totally blow off the main event… this is the match that everyone has paid to see tonight. This is the match that is going to simply blow you all away.

Stone: I’m detecting sarcasm here.

Foxx: What? I’m deadly serious. Hannibal Frost vs. Dunnwood is the match I’ve been waiting all week to see. My god… I just drooled all over the table.

Stone: It’s unusual of TyranT to book these two against each other, given both Frost and Dunnwood wanted this match. Given the general attitude of TyranT, I didn’t think he’d be charitable enough to actually grant a request.

”Voodoo people“ by Prodigy is the next theme to hit the PA in remix style. Strobe lighting and green flares kick in as the pulsating, haunting beat of The Prodigy echoes around the arena. The drums kick in and mist rises at the top of the ramp, shaded a sickly green by the lighting. As the pace picks up on the song, Dunnwood emerges from the entranceway, grinning like a madman, a chain-wrapped shovel over his shoulder and a hip-flask on his belt as he begins to make his way to the ring much to the rage of the crowd.

Stone: Dunnwood has certainly been an intimidating presence ever since he took his allegiance with Matt Dunn. I watched his performance on Distortion, and I have to say he was a pretty strong competitor in that match despite the teams losing effort.

Foxx: Looks like we’re getting a taster of Lethal Injection, as both Dunnwood and Frost will be competing for the Abandoned Championship in an Elimination Chamber. I remember TyranT had to do something like that on the last Supremacy, makes you wonder why he didn’t book one personally this year.

Stone: It doesn’t matter, as its going ahead on the next PPV. I can’t wait to see such an exciting match! If Striker can defend tonight and then go on to defend his title at Lethal Injection, he will cement himself as an FMW legend and solidify a legendary status as the Abandoned Champion.

The bell rings once both competitors are in the ring, and immediately both wrestlers close the distance. There is no holding back on this one as both men want a piece of each other given their unsteady partnership in the last show. Frost rushes in, trying to be technical about his approach, but is met with a heavy boot to the face for his efforts as Dunnwood impressively managed to telegraph his erratic movements. The crowd let their opinion be known from the heavy strike, and they don’t approve as Dunnwood throws up his arms.

Stone: It’s hard to believe these two used to be strong allies under the leadership of Harlequin. It seems Eastwood has kept his killer instinct with him however from his days of HavOc, whilst Frost is a new man again.

Foxx: Becoming a new man ain’t gonna do him much good against a powerhouse like Dunnwood! He’s dragging him up to his feet with both hands clasped around his throat. Wow… he’s doing more then just dragging him up to his feet! He’s dragging him into the air and right up off his feet!

Stone: The ref is tapping at Dunnwood’s arm, trying to get him to release the standing choke!

Foxx: Oh… he obliges…. In the form of a double handed Chokeslam!

Stone: I felt the whole ring shake like hell after that devastating move! Dunnwood is certainly not letting up as he scoops Frost back up into his arms! A body slam with authority!

Foxx: Not just a normal body slam. The best body slam you have ever seen! This is the match we’ve all been waiting for! Every move is just as epic as the next… including… that’s right! The body slam!

Stone: Will you cut that out?!

Foxx: I think I’m starting to like Dunnwood, looks like he’s beginning to have a conversation with himself.

Stone: Don’t be st… oh wait, I think your right. I don’t know who he is talking to but he looks pretty intense.

Foxx: I don’t know what he’s just agreed to, but he’s going outside to pick up that deadly chain wrapped shovel! He’s getting into the ring with it! The ref is there to stop him, he’s threatening to call an end to the match if he doesn’t let go of it.

Stone: He takes a swing at the ref!

Foxx: The ref is down!… But he’s alright, it was just a fient swing! Dunnwood is laughing his head off! The ref is bright red faced!

Stone: The ref has every right to call a DQ right here! Dunnwood has discarded his shovel and the ref is giving him final warnings! This crazy play has given Frost time to recover! He comes up behind Dunn, spins him around! Now he’s laying punches into the big man, slowly driving him back! He’s against the ropes! No! Denied by the Three-Eight-Double-Six!!

Frost is taken down hard by the vicious attack, as Dunnwood follows up with a senton splash. The ref crouches down to check on Frost, all whilst Dunnwood makes his way towards the turnbuckle, beginning to rip off the cushioning to leave the buckle exposed as he soon approaches the downed Frost, lifting him with ease to his feet. He then grabs his wrist, looking to whip him to the corner

Stone: This is going to hurt! No! Frost with a counter! Dunnwood’s treachery has just backfired in a big way!

Foxx: Not just any normal treachery, but the best treachery you have ever witnessed in the match of all matches!

Stone: Dunnwood is favoring his back, stumbling towards Frost who I don‘t think had any idea the turnbuckle was raw and exposed as it is!

Foxx: Just like in a porno…

Stone: Frost hitting a northern lights suplex, finally hitting some wind to climb back into the match. He’s laying down some stomps on Dunnwood to try and keep him grounded, now off the ropes! Impressive lionsault by Frost, landing straight onto the chest of Dunnwood!

Foxx: Dunnwood can’t really be that laid out can he? All he did was run spine first into the immovable post of raw steel that helps keep this megaton ring in place! If it was me I’d just laugh it off and keep on fighting!

Stone: Frost with a solid DDT. Yes… as you can tell Foxx I am completely ignoring you. You’ve been nothing but a prick all match. Frost is thankfully taking control of this match now, giving the fans something to support!

Frost sets Dunnwood up for a power bomb, raising his hands to the crowd. However the display comes at a great cost as Dunnwood stands up, grasping at Frost‘s legs to keep him hanging upside down against his back. Dunnwood then runs back, crushing Frost against the exposed turnbuckle before running forward, flipping Frost into one hell of a spinebuster.

Foxx: Okay, all jokes aside now. That was pretty impressive.

Stone: Frost’s break is cut short by a very dominant Dunnwood! That move really took it out of the returning superstar! Now Dunnwood is slipping outside the ring again… this time for his flask he left outside. Damn him… he’s taking a god damn drink!

Foxx: A hell raiser is what this federation needs!

Dunnwood’s arrogance unfortunately is his undoing for the second time in the match as Frost manages to launch himself from the ropes after an alarming recovery. He sails through the air, landing on Dunnwood’s back as both men slam into the front of the announcers table. The ref begins to count as Frost begins to beat Dunnwood’s head against the side of the table before throwing him against the apron. Frost is quick to follow up with a running drop kick at high angle, making Dunnwood arch back in a near spine breaking manner as he buckles and flops down against the side of the ring. Frost then simply picks the man up, rolling him back into the ring

Stone: A nice comeback attack from Frost! Where the hell did that dropkick come from at such a short range?

Foxx: You seem to be forgetting something! Those bastards just knocked over my stick figures! They just knocked over my damn matchstick figures! I spent the last hour building those!

Stone: Frost looks like he wants to set up the Blind side! He’s looking to get around Dunnwood as the man slowly gets up to his feet in a dazed manner! This could be it! A big comeback win for Forst in the making!

Foxx: No! Dunnwood just spat something in his eyes! His drink or whatever the hell it is… its fucking purple!

Stone: Hannibal Frost is blinded! His attack thwarted! Dunnwood is taking advantage! How can the ref not see Frost’s eyes! This should be a DQ!

Foxx: Our Ref is colour blind…

Stone: … Really?

Foxx: Yeah really. This is no joke.

Stone: Son of a bitch…

Foxx: Dunnwood is all set for war now… quite literally as he hits “War” on the blinded Hannibal Frost! Oooff… people shouldn’t bend like that! Hannibal is really hurting. Just listen to this crowd, they are beginning to hate every second of this!

Stone: This doesn’t look good! For Hannibal! Dunnwood is really laying the hurt on. He’s pressing all 280lbs of his weight on Frost as he stands on his chest Faith style. The ref is going for the count.

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Foxx: Frost managing a He-Man impression by somehow flicking out! Must have taken a lot of strength to do that! He’s trying desperately to turn this fight around, rising to his feet. The poor bastard can’t see a thing.

Hannibal takes a few swings at Dunnwood, who steps back to avoid them due to Frost‘s blindness as he laughs out loud. Hannibal hears the laugh, lunging forward as he manages to clotheline Dunnwood down to the mat much to the praise of the crowd, he then switches his body around Dunnwood, locking his legs around one arm before leaning back to secure an armbar as Dunnwood grimaces and shouts out in agony, his arm nearly being pulled from its socket.

Foxx: Frost with an armbar! How the hell did he manage that?! He’s as blind as a bat!

Stone: It doesn’t matter, Dunnwood is not going to last long in this deadly submission! He’s not the kind of man who will tap either… and this aint Mixed Martial arts… ref’s don’t stop wrestling until there is a pin… submission… or the guy simply dies…

Frost shouts out loud, clinching the hold tighter as the crowd chant out to help inspire him. With Dunnwood in the middle of the ring he has no chance of a rope break as he desperately scrambles, trying to shift his body. He begins to use his power, slowly struggling up to his feet as Frost holds on, trying to break the arm of Dunnwood since the big man will not submit despite the clear agony he is in. It is then Dunnwood jumps up, falling to his side to make Frost’s head slam against the ground in a vicious manner

Stone: Whoa!

Foxx: Awesome!

Stone: Frost is in a bad way! He’s released the hold as he grasps at his neck. The fact that he’s moving is a good sign! That move could have broken his neck!

Foxx: It’s his own fault, he could have let go at any time!

Stone: Dunnwood is grabbing Frost up to his feet, the man is in too much pain to resist! Oh no! Dunnwood is setting him up for a power bomb position! It can only mean he wants to land in the Dead Air Mk II!

Foxx: Dunnwood has got Frost up! He’s gonna do it!

Stone: Wait… no… he’s not approaching the turnbuckle!

Foxx: I think he just wants to go for a normal power bomb! Though… he’s running to the ropes!

Stone: A massive Jacknife power bomb over the ropes! Frost has just landed in a sickening manner on the outside of the ring! I heard that impact from here… that was completely sick and nothing else.

Foxx: Dunnwood isn’t even taking advantage, he’s just standing in the ring, favouring that arm of his! The ref is beginning the count.

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Stone: I can’t see Frost making any move here.

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Stone: Dunnwood has got his arms up. He thinks he’s won this!

5...

Foxx: He has! The ref has stopped counting, he’s calling for the bell!

Stone: Paramedics are rushing down, the ref can see Frost is making no attempt to get up. He knows this match is over!

The bell rings as the ref raises Dunnwood‘s arm quickly. Dunnwood responds by shoving him back, picking up his gear that he left at ringside before making his way back up the ramp. It is only now that Frost is showing signs of life as he is slowly sat up, thanking a paramedic who poured water over his head as he tries to shake the cobwebs from the vicious move he found himself on the receiving end of.

Ella Vader: Here is your winner…. JACK EASTWOOD!

Dunnwood (7.25 APS + 0.6 votes – 0.2 penalty = 7.65 total)
Hannibal Frost (0.00 APS + 0.2 votes = 0.20 total)

Foxx: Frost is okay! Can we move on now!

Stone: Not so fast! There’s still a few seconds before commercials! Quite a unique finish to the match between Dunnwood and Frost, a knockout victory! Frost is looking alright as paramedics get him to his feet. Dunnwood is just taking his time getting up that ramp, I’m not sure if he’s talking to the fans near by him or just himself again.

Foxx: I think we got a decent taster of what to expect at Lethal Injection.

Stone: No doubt! Both Dunnwood and Frost will be able to settle the score once again, only this time for a greater prize as both men step into the Elimination chamber for the Abandoned Championship. If this match has shown us anything… it’s to expect great things!

Foxx: And also put your money on Dunnwood to win! We’ll be back after a ridiculously long advertisement break! Least we won’t have to deal with that in the PPV…

Stone: Well until our next match, lets see what another man who will compete in the Elimination Chamber has to say about his chances.

Veronica Cherrywood eagerly stands in solitude, awaiting the time to introduce her guest, her traditional sweeping smile spread across her face.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions, he is Leon Caprice!

Panning out to reveal the determined superstar, With a lot on his mind he seems a tad out of it, however still encompassing his traditional positive energy.

Cherrywood: Welcome, Leon.

Leon: Heya.

Cherrywood: So, tonight you’re fighting your former mentor, your current partner and your best friend in Skyler Striker in an I Quit match! Now amongst this all, and the lead up to this match, how are you fairing, and what do you rate your chances at?

Leon: Woah, Woah, Woah, back it up sweaty. This isn’t my mentor, and this man is definitely not my friend. Skyler has corrupted his mind and body to the point where I can’t recognize him. He’s confused, he’s troubled, but that’s where I’ll help him tonight, that’s where I’ll step in and give him clarity. And myself, well I’m almost at the peak of my fitness, however I know my potential tonight can finally be realised, so I’m rating myself an equal chance.

Cherrywood: So with this match playing an important part of both your future and your lead up to Lethal Injection, what preparation have you had to make?

Leon: Well I want everyone to know, I still plan on walking out tonight and also carrying Skyler out too. I don’t want my cleansing of him to highly interfere with our run in this company. And with fingers crossed we’ll both walk out tonight and make it to Lethal Injection.

Cherrywood: So what about Crash Scene? Is this the end, or do you see more beyond the horizon?

Leon: This by no means is the end. I plan on continuing with Skyler even beyond tonight, no matter the outcome. He is a friend and I’ll honor him by sticking by him, even though he can’t walk a straight line right now.

Cherrywood: Any last words for Skyler before your match?

Cherrywood hands Leon the microphone and he faces the camera, a generous exhale envelops the scene as he pulls the words from his heart, wanting to leave a lasting set of words.

Leon: Skyler. I don’t want you to suffer anymore, I don’t want you to isolate yourself anymore. You’re my buddy, my partner, my mate. So what happens tonight is not the anger I have for you, but the frustration I have of your addiction. I’m not aiming to demolish you, I only want to break you free of this and return your sight to what is ahead of you. With FMW united in their opinion of you, its time for you to wake up. It’s time for you to finally be healed…

Leon sentimentally hands the mic to Veronica before we cut back to the announcers to call the next match.

Ding ding ding.

Vader: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Three-way schedueled for one fall! The winner will become the number one contender to the FMW C-4 Division Championship! Introducing first...

Light dim to near-darkness as Marilyn Manson's "(S)AINT" begins to play. Through the strobe light's momentary flashes, Damien Inferno can be seen making his way to the ring, his eyes focused on the empty ring, not even acknowledging the fans.

Vader: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 280 pounds: The Metalhead, DAMIEN INFERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Stone: Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, this match is of utmost importance to Ammunition as it will determine who gets the next shot at Drew Michaels' coveted C-4 Division title.

Foxx: Ya-diya-diya-diya. We know the story, Stone. Just go on to the match, will ya?

Stone: What is it with you tonight? Aren't you glad you're sitting at an FMW desk commenting Supremacy?

Foxx: Not a tiny bit.

As Inferno flashes the horns to the audience, "(S)AINT" fades to silence, which is directly followed by Children of Bodom's "Living Dead Beat".

Vader: Introducing his opponents, first: from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds; he is The Demon of Violence, GABRIEL CROOOOOOWWW!

[i]A crescendo in the song brings out Inferno's partner-turned-one-night-opponent. Both men stare as Crow walks down the aisle, slowly taking off his leather jacket, before walking up the steel steps and climbing the turnbuckle from the outside.

Stone: Well Foxx, both Danse Macabre members look set to face each other! Look at Crow staring a hole into Inferno from above!

Foxx: Nice to see a 6'6'' man can climb to the top turnbuckle. Now get down and keep both feet on the mat like you're supposed to, you idiot!

Stone: Are you really sure you want to throw rocks at a man with that kind of physique?

Foxx: He can't hear me up there.

Stone: ...

Iron Maiden's "Hallowed be thy name" cuts short to Inferno's and Crow's staredown, making both their heads spin torwards the MetalTron. A white and blue strobe spotlight illuminated the top of the stage area as a trench-coat wearing Eric Scorpio walked out torwards the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Vader: And from Sudbury, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 255 pounds; ERIC SCOOOOORPIOOOOOOOOO!

Foxx: How is that match even fair!? Look at the size of Crow and Inferno! They're both at LEAST a foot taller than he is!

Stone: Aren't you exagerating, Foxx?

Foxx: Shut up, let me finish. Crow and Inferno are a tag team and, as much as it pains me to say this, they're on somewhat of a roll even after that setback on Distortion. How is that fair to a veteran like Eric Scorpio!?

Stone: Are you saying you think Scorpio doesn't have the ability to win this match?

Foxx: Don't put words I didn't say into my mouth! Scorpio is an incredible competitor and he'll teach those two a lesson! But it's still not fair!

Stone: As little sense as that makes, I'll have to pretend I agree with you, Foxx, as the bell just rung to signal the start of the match! All three competitors are sizing each other up now and... what's Scorpio doing?

Foxx: He's pulling from impending collision characteristic to Three-way matches!

Stone: As well structured as that sentence was, it doesn't answer my question: why is he pulling away!?

Foxx: Scorpio is a ring veteran, Stone! He knows when it's a good thing to be there, and he most importantly knows when it's good not to be!

With both Crow and Inferno looking at him in surprise, Scorpio motionned for them to get it going. With the agility of a cat, the former World and C-4 Division champion reached one of the corners and swung his legs on the top rope, effectively laying across the turnbuckle, watching the action.

Stone: The arrogance of Eric Scorpio!

Foxx: I love it!

Stone: What? Scorpio's just laying across the ropes, doing nothing to participate in this match!

Foxx: It looks like a great strategy to me! These two are going at it in the middle of the ring!

Stone: Arm and elbow tie-up between both Danse Macabre members! Both men pretty even until now, but Inferno uses his height and weight advantage to overpower Crow in the ropes! Irish whip from Inferno sends Crow running, and a HARD shoulder block sends him to the canvas. Crow directly back up, but he's met with a strong right hand from Inferno! And another one, and another one! Inferno looking good early on!

Foxx: See? Scorpio was smart not to get involved; he's still fresh! He's... where is he?

Stone: I have no idea! He seemed to have vanished from the corner! Back in the ring though, Inferno's just thrown Crow directly in the corner, Double Handed Chokeslam-style!

Foxx: Watch out! Freight train coming!

The crowd erupted in a collective "Oooooooooh!" as Inferno came crashing directly into Crow with a devastating body avalanche.

Stone: I don't know where Scorpio is, but if he doesn't reappear quickly, this one just might be over when he does!

Foxx: Where's Inferno going!?

Strangely, Inferno did not follow up on his cornered partner; instead, he passed through the top and middle rope and climbed the turnbuckle from the outside until he had a foot on the top rope. From there, he grabbed Crow's head in an inverted facelock and threw the horns at the crowd, signaling for something big.

Stone: Inferno looks to be going for "When Hell Freezes Over", Foxx!

Foxx: Get down from that turnbuckle, you giant idiot! That's no place to be for somebody your size!

The first sign came from the crowd; some of the fans started to cheer, others started to boo, while most tried to warn the perched Inferno in some way. On the apron from where Inferno climbed the turnbuckles stood Eric Scorpio, both his hands tightly holding the top rope. As Inferno saw the danger and released Crow's head, Scorpio launched himself using the rope; with the momentum garned, he hurled himself at Inferno, hitting a picture perfect Springboard Dropkick which sent Inferno flying off the top rope, his back hitting the edge of the announce table with a heavy thud.

Stone: OH MY GOD!

Foxx: DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Stone: INFERNO HAS TO BE BROKEN IN HALF!

Immediately, the referee comes to check on Damien's condition as he laid motionless in front of the announce table. After a second, he rose both his arms up in an "X", signaling for the EMTs to come down to the ring.

Stone: This looks bad, Foxx. Inferno fell from the top rope and landed back first, directly on the edge of our announce table! Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been put to a stop for the moment while EMTs and officials tend to the injured Damien Inferno and Foxx, let's go to a replay for those who might've blinked while it all happened.

A couple of replays, taken from different angles or in slow motion, are played while Inferno, helped up by the officials, makes his way backstage. A long cut can be seen on the left side of his back, as confirmed by the bloodied edge of the announce table, caught on tape by one of the cameraman.

Foxx: Well Stone, as awesome as this was, I do think it will leave a long lasting mark not only on Inferno's body, but also on his mind.

Stone: Awesome!? The man just sliced his back open and may be severely injured and you think it's AWESOME!? What kind of person are you!?

Foxx: The kind of person who thinks that guy learned guys his size shouldn't go anywhere near the top turnbuckle!

Stone: If that's all you get all of that, I wonder what you'd get out of somebody leaving his life in the ring!

Foxx: Actually...

Stone: You know what, don't answer that. Ladies and gentlemen, I do think this match will continue as a one-on-one match, given that our referee has reentered the ring and is now asking for Scorpio and Crow to return as well.

Foxx: I like the odds better now, Stone! Let's watch Scorpio get another shot at HIS championship!

Stone: I wouldn't underestimate Crow if I were you.

Foxx: My money's on Scorpio for this one.

Stone: Right. Well right now, ladies and gentlemen, Crow and Scorpio have decided to go at it, arm and elbow tie-up applied!

Foxx: Don't forget, Stone, Scorpio is still fresh! Crow has taken somewhat of a beating at the hands of Inferno before he came crashing down here.

Stone: Interesting remark there, Foxx! Did a fan tell you about it while I wasn't looking?

Foxx: Screw you.

Stone: Crow overpowered Scorpio and now off he goes into the ropes! Crow looking for the shoulderblock, but Scorpio dodges and ties his slips behind! Scorpio reaches around Crow's waist now, perhaps looking for a German! Crow trying the elbows, but the former C-4 Champ hangs on tight!

Foxx: Crow doesn't know how to get him off!

Stone: Scorpio now, slips in front of the much larger Crow and snaps him down with a snapmare!

Foxx: Scorpio slaps on the sleeper! Nice strategy from the veteran Scorpio; keep the bigger man on the mat, and don't let him breath.

Stone: But bad positioning by Scorpio, Crow only has to reach inches to touch the ropes…and there we go, Scorps breaks the hold.

Foxx: Both men rising now, Scorpio onto his own feet first in the center of the ring, whereas Crow using every bit of the ropes to lift himself, yet he’s up now, but how long before those jelly legs melt?

Stone: Scorps smelling the opportunity here as he swiftly moves forward to Crow, what’s he got planned now?

Eric rushes at Gabriel, looking to take him out with a clothesline to the outside, however Crow has enough power to see him coming and executes his Mark of the Dead.

Foxx: WHACK!! Scorps is down and probably out from that solid superkick, Crow out of no-where now on the advantage. He’s not going for a pin though, he’s putting as much effort in as quick as possible as he rushes for the turnbuckle to capitalize on Eric’s lack of motion.

Stone: Crow is up, Scorpio is still down, whats going to happen, whats Gabriel thinking. Wait, he’s not is he…he is…FALL FROM HEAVEN…CONNECTS!!

Foxx: Scorps now reeling from that too, but this time Crow quick to apply a cover, damn, this could be it.

Stone: The ref is counting…ONE…TWO….THREEEE!!!

Foxx: Shit…

Ella Vader: Here is your winner, and the NEW number one contender to the C-4 Championship…. GABRIEL CROW!!

Gabriel Crow (8.28 APS + 1.4 votes = 9.68 total)
Eric Scorpio (8.42 APS + 1.1 votes – 0.1 penalty = 9.42 total)
Damien Inferno (0.00 APS + 0.0 votes = 0.00 total)

Stone: What a win for the rising star, not only did he outlast his tag partner, but he just beat a former FMW champion, he just beat a former C-4 champion. And look at him, the sly satisfaction of tonights victory appealing over his face as he slowly slides out of the ring.

Foxx: Well the shock has just hit Scorpio, he’s not heading to Lethal Injection anymore, he’s not getting his rematch against Drew, its over for him.

Stone: Well whatever it is for him, he’s about to tell us. Scorpio calling for a mic.

Scorpio gingerly lifts himself and upon receiving the mic he rests his back against the ropes and stares off to a gratified Crow. Taking quite a few exhales, he finally builds the strength to speak into the mic

Scorpio: CROW!! CROW!! GET BACK IN HERE!

Stone: Scorps isn’t done yet, he wants another bit of his better tonight.

Foxx: And the dumbfuck Crow is coming back. He just wants to be castrated.

Crow acknowledges Scorpio’s words, turns around and slides back into the ring, keeping some space between himself and his previous opponent.

Scorpio: You know who I am…I’m Eric Scorpio. I’ve done everything in this company. I’ve been the top champ, I’ve almost drowned a man. I’ve been part of the most dominant stable in FMW’s history and I’ve gone toe to toe with the best in this company. Yet one thing stands out in the seller career of Eric Scorpio, and tonight I’m going to amend that.

Stone: What’s he talking about?

Foxx: I have no idea…actually drowning someone?

Scorpio: So I stand opposed to you right now, and I see so many shades of a younger me. A more determined version of me, and it is with this analysis, that I make my last memory of FMW a ceremonial passing of the torch. If tonight wasn’t proof enough that I can’t cut it, then nothing will ever push me away, so tonight I am finally done. But as long as I know one man will carry on the attitude that flows within us, I can rest easy.

Stone: Holy!

Foxx: Damn!!

Scorpio: So Gabriel, tonight I wish you the best. I’m putting my trust behind you that you’ll do what I couldn’t, that you’ll wipe that arrogant smile off Drew’s face. That you’ll bring Ammunition back to what it use to be…

[i]At almost a loss for words, Scorpio gradually lowers the mic, eventually dropping it, slowly walking past Gabriel and sliding out of the ring. With the crowd on their feet, a strong chant begins to fill the arena.

“Thank you ERIC…Thank you ERIC”

By now, Gabriel has moved himself from his stunned position and picked up the fallen mic

Crow: SCORPIO!!

The call draws a turn from the vet

Crow: I’ll do it, I’ll bring Ammunition back to what you made it into. Truly a hallowed place…

A now emotional Scorpio utters the words “thank you” as he gives his last glance to Gabriel. Yet as he continues his walk to the top of the ramp, the “Thank you ERIC” chant begins to grow. As Scorpio reaches the top of the ramp he turns around and looks out to the crowd and utters under his breath “Hallowed I truly am”. With a small grin we see Eric step behind the MEGAtron and to the backstage area, with it now seeming to be the last appearance of the future FMW Hall of Famer.

Stone: What an announcement…Eric Scorpio has hung up his boots in FMW.

Foxx: And he has appointed Gabriel Crow to live on in FMW as his successor, some huge boots to fill.

Stone: Scorpio will no doubt leave a gap in FMW… Well after this HUGE announcement I need a break, we will be back soon.

Veronica Cherrywood eagerly stands at the ready, her traditional sultry smile spread across her face.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Full Metal Wrestling Abandoned Champion, Skyler Striker!

Panning out to reveal the superstar, something seems different about Striker.

Cherrywood: Welcome, Skyler. How’s your day been?

Striker: Excellent. And yours?

Cherrywood: Pretty good, I guess! So, tonight you’re fighting your best friend and co-tag team champion Leon Caprice in an I Quit match! Was this something you ever suspected when you were his teacher?

Striker: Here and there. It wasn’t something I aimed for, but the circumstances are right. Yeah, we’re co-tag team champions and all that, but I’m recently freed from my former chains, and he’s barking really loudly, so why not get it over and done with? I may as well establish who’s leading this team before the topic even comes up.

Cherrywood: So you’re still planning to continue being a tag team even if you lose tonight?

Striker: Given that I won’t lose, that’s a non-issue.

Cherrywood: You’re not even slightly over-confident?

Striker: Of course not. It’s the choice of match that’s done it. Any other match, Leon might have a chance. But I won’t give up. Not ever.

Cherrywood: Any last words for Leon before your match?

Cherrywood hands Striker the microphone and he faces the camera, a confident glare in his eyes.

Striker: Leon. When you quit tonight, don’t give up hope. You still have a purpose – to be my loyal hound. Tonight, I’ll break you in. Back to you, StoneFox.

Striker abruptly hands the mic to Veronica before we cut back to the announcers.

Stone: Welcome back to Supremacy.

Foxx: booked by none other than TyranT.

Stone: Wrongfully booked.

Foxx: Look Stone we commentate, we have nothing to do with the backstage shenanigans SO get over yourself and do what your paid to do.

Stone: I’m just saying.

Foxx: Do your job! Introduce the match!


Stone: FINE! Our next match is an interesting one, some tag team action between the teams of Chris Austin and Kaoru Hanayama verse Abel Steel and Nikko Nulthy Nathans.

Foxx: Now known as NNN because I ain’t saying that tongue twister this whole match.

“Little Things” by Danny Elfman starts blaring throughout the arena as Nikko Nulthy Nathans walks out first with Abel Steele following, both competitors are wearing boxing robes.

Ella Vadar: Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of 442 pounds. The team of ABEL STEEEEEELE and NIKKO NULTHY NATHANS!

The crowd go wild at the mention of Abel Steele and the cheer continues for Nathans.

Stone: I don’t think Ella Vader got the memo about Nathans.

Foxx: Sheila Blige is a much much better announcer…

Abel Steele and Nathans take off their robes and toss them into the crowd as the arena darkens and “Take Sword Pt. 1” by RZA takes over the system as the hooded pair of Kaoru Hanayama and Chris Austin walk out, pacing their way down to the arena eyes fixed on the ring.

Ella Vadar: Introducing second weighing in at a combined weight of 542 pounts. The team of CHRIS AUUUUUUUUUSTIN and KAORU HANAYAMA!!!!

Foxx: So, the theme song is by RZA and Kaoru is partnering with RCA, coincidence? I think not.

Stone: Pretty sure it is.

Foxx: Stone… shut up.

Both Steele and Austin step out of the ring leaving their partners to start off the match.

Stone: Kaoru goes straight for Nathans who uses quick feet to dodge and lay in with a hard right.

Foxx: Kaoru realises his mistake and starts to pressure Nathans into a corner.

Stone: Nathans tries to power out, taking the fight to Kaoru.

The crowd gets to their feet cheering Nathans on as he lashes out with rights and lefts.

Foxx: Kaoru is taking the brute force of a massive attack.

Stone: Nathans goes for an uppercut!

Foxx: Swing and a miss! Kaoru takes advantages and throws Nathans into a corner, that man is a BEAST!

Stone: Kaoru isn’t done he grabs NNN by the neck and tosses him over his shoulder.

Nathans is sitting in the middle of the ring and Hanayama bounces off the ring ropes and hit’s a running boot to the side of Nathans head.

Stone: Kaoru nearly broke the ring with that move.

Foxx: The “big boned” excuse can only go so far.

Stone: Kaoru heads to the top rope looking for a 300 pound frog splash.

Kaoru leaps off the top rope only for Nathans to roll out of the way.

Stone: Seriously this ring can’t take much more punishment, I can hear it creaking.

Foxx: Imagine if Kaoru listens to this, his self esteem will be shot.

Stone: Nathans is crawling for Steele’s hand.

Foxx: Cue romantic music.

Stone: HE GETS THE TAG! STEELE IS IN!

Abel Steele runs into the ring and after two steps leaps into the air and lays a downward right hand to Kaoru’s jaw.

Stone: LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! Steele is a man possessed.

Foxx: And a clothesline sends Kaoru to the mat.

Stone: Seriously I think we should of reinforced this ring.

Steele picks up Kaoru from the mat and whips him into the ring ropes.

Stone: Steele hit’s a massive flapjack.

Foxx: I’m surprised there was no fat comment in there.

Stone: I’m a professional.

Steele continues the onslaught and after another flurry of punches he goes for a vertical suplex but is unable to lift Kaoru.

Foxx: Fat saves the day!

Stone: Steele still on the fight and whips Kaoru into the corner!

While Kaoru is in the corner , Austin sneaks a blind tag but raises both arms to look as if he isn’t going to make a tag.

Stone: The ref saw it but Steele hasn’t! He goes onto the top rope laying in the right hands!

Foxx: Austin jumps up to the top rope!

Stone: Quick as a fox he locks in and hit’s a massive inverted DDT! From the top rope!

Foxx: Steele is down and RCA locks in Autumn Bridge.

Stone: Also known as the Hangmans Glutch for you playing at home.

Foxx: I think now is an important part of the match, only Nathans and Hanayama can be made to pin and submit, you suck at introducing matches Stone!

Stone: Regardless, I think RCA is letting out some frustration leading up to the pairs Lethal Injection match!

Foxx: If he needs to vent frustration he should find another velvet oasis.

Stone: Ohh Hoodie McGee….

Abel Steele manages to break the hold by jamming his elbows into Austin’s side. Austin gloats to the crowd as Steele manages to find his feet.

Foxx: Steele on his feet! He grabs Austin and with all his energy hit’s a spine buster!

Stone: Steele doesn’t take time to gloat!

Steele grabs Austin and hit’s a belly to belly suplex.

Stone: Steele is tossing Austin around like a rag doll. Reaching down Steele continues to want a piece of Austin.

Foxx: Austin rakes the eyes! Steele is walking around blinded!

Stone: Instant disqualification.

Foxx: It isn’t illegal if your not caught.

Stone: Never have kids Foxx.

Foxx: Ya mum is too old for kids. Stone.

Austin gets to his feet and sneaks around a blinded Steele waiting like a viper.

Stone: Austin hit’s a Stiff Jump Hook kick knocking Steele back into his corner.

Foxx: Amazing ring presence as Austin pulls Steele away from the corner before a tag can be made.

Stone: This is why they call him innovative.

Austin goes for his famous RCA-Plex only for Steele to counter and hit a snap DDT.

Foxx: Both men now lying on their backs in the middle of the ring.

Stone: I can’t wait for their match at Lethal Injection, such contrasting styles.

Steele exhausted crawls for the outstretched hand of Nathans who has recovered from his previous beating.

Foxx: RCA grabs the leg! It’s not about the win to him, its about weakening Steele for the next show!

Stone: But RCA gets a boot to his face despite his best effort to keep Steele in the ring!

After breaking away from the hold Steele gets to his feet only to make a diving tag as Nathans runs in.

Foxx: And look who comes out of the blocks fighting.

Stone: Nathans attacks Austin who manages to avoid letting Nathans hit an effective punch.

Foxx: Damn right, its not the fight of the dog but the effectiveness of the fight. In the dog.

Stone: Good one effie, RCA WITH THE RCA EFFECT! Nathans is down.

Foxx: RCA could go for the pin but instead picks up Nathans! SCOOP SLAM!

Kaoru is leaning over the ring ropes screaming for the tag.

Foxx: RCA points over towards Steele -

Stone: Mouthing off, what a chump! HOLY SHIT! RCA JUST HIT THE SJS!

Foxx: It’s over!

Stone: Kaoru taps RCA on the back! He didn’t feel it!

Foxx: The adrenaline must be running high.

Stone: RCA goes for the pin, the ref tells him about the tag! He can’t believe it!

Kaoru steps into the ring and picks up Nathans before hitting a quick tombstone piledriver.

Stone: Awkward landing by Nathans…

Foxx: The official pin! Count with me Stone.

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Ella Vadar: Here is your winners the team of CHRIS AUSTIN AND KAORU HANAYAMA!

Chris Austin and Kaoru Hanayama (8.41 APS + 8.46 APS + 2.5 votes = 19.37 total)
Abel Steele and Nikko Nulthy Nathans (8.32 APS + 0.00 APS + 0.1 votes = 8.42 total)[I]

[I]Nathans hasn’t moved and the EMT’s rush towards the ring.

Stone: Nathans is in serious trouble here, possibly a broken neck.

The EMT’s are securing Nathans into a stretcher.

Foxx: Screw Nathans he was worthless for FMW… holy shit! Austin and Kaoru have double teamed Steele.

Austin leads the charge as him and Kaoru knock Steele to the ground and start laying in the stiff kicks.

Stone: What a cold hearted move by both men, especially Austin!

“Hysteria” by Muse blares across the PA as Chris Kelson runs down the entrance ramp.

Stone: ITS KELSON ITS KELSON!

Foxx: ITS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS TOO!

Kelson comes down causing Austin and Kaoru to bail from the ring as Kelson helps Steele up, the show goes for an ad break with Steele leaning over the ring ropes shouting at Austin who is standing at the top of the ramp and Kelson eyeing off Kaoru as he back peddles to the backstage area.

We cut backstage, where Veronica Cherrywood is standing with Romeo. For some reason, Cherrywood is maintaining a bit of distance, to Romeo's puzzlement.

Cherrywood: Romeo, as we all know the FMW World Heavyweight Champion TyranT booked this match so that you can get an idea, in his words, of how it feels to fight a McKenzie. What do you have to say to that?

Romeo: It's simple, Ms. Cherrywood. I already know how it feels. Doesn't TyranT remember who he faced off at Death Row to win that belt? Don't worry, he will know how it feels to be defeated by Romeo after Lethal Injection.

Cherrywood: And what are your thoughts on your match with Faith tonight?

Romeo: Well, I'm glad you asked, Ms. Cherrywood, because I had wanted to talk more about Faith than TyranT. If I may?

Veronica gives Romeo the mic.

Romeo: Faith. I know you're listening. I still want to reach out to you, and make you this offer once more.

The camera zooms in.

Romeo: Faith, we don't have to fight tonight. We really don't. You and I both know that we have a common enemy in your father. But you cannot get rid of him on your own. So the offer still stands. Join me, Faith, so that we can rid FMW of him forever. I know you've been longing for that moment all your life.

By now, Romeo's entire face takes up the camera.

Romeo: We can be in this together, Faith. We can cure FMW of the cancer sitting on top. And if it means your commitment, I am willing, Faith, to give you the first shot at the title after I win- no, after you help me win it.

The camera starts zooming out.

Romeo: Think on it, Faith. Think on it well, but I will await your answer when I meet you in the ring. Remember, Faith, we don't have to fight. We don't have to go through with this.

Romeo steps closer to the camera.

Romeo: I'll be waiting, Faith McKenzie. I hope you make the right choice.

Romeo locks his gaze at the camera for a second before turning away and giving the mic to Veronica. Romeo walks away to go on standby.



Stone: One of the more intriguing matches is up next as Skyler Striker defends the Abandoned Championship against Leon Caprice.

Foxx: What has me interested in this match is not only the tag team colliding, but they are in one of the most damaging matches in wrestling. The I Quit match is one of those matches…you can’t really come back from it.

Stone: What makes you say that? Scorpio did just fine.

Foxx: Which is a miracle in his own right, if one examines his career closer. I’m calling it now, no matter what happens this tag team won’t last much longer. It can’t, not when one member owns the soul of the other. It just won’t work.

Stone: You may be right, but the buzz backstage is intense, everyone is looking forward to this match. And it has so many subplots! We have Caprice trying to step out of Skyler’s shadow and finally have that career moment, Skyler’s addiction as well as the belief of him ‘ducking’ worthy challengers...as well as this new attitude he’s displaying.

Foxx: Look man, all I know is this. One of these ‘WAHH I NEVER QUIT’ bitches is going to quit! I hope it’s both of them to be frank, but one will do. Let’s get the show on the fucking road!

Ella Vader: The following contest is the “I QUIT” MATCH for the FMW ABANDONED CHAMPIONSHIP! There are NO RULES and the ONLY WAY this match will end is when either competitor says “I QUIT!!!!”


“It’s Not My Time” by Three Doors Down begins to play as Leon Caprice, not dressed in his usual wrestling garb but rather a tank top, jeans and elbowpads and other ‘street fight’ wear makes his way down, Tag title around his waist. Instead of the usual easy going look on his face, Caprice glares with serious focus. Caprice rolls into the ring and salutes the crowd as he stares at the entrance way, waiting for Skyler.

Vader: Introducing first, the challenger. From Perth, Australia weighing 220 pounds, he is one-half of the Unified FMW Tag Team Champions, LEON CAPRICE!!!

Stone: He’s dressed for a fight, Foxx. The eyes tell the story of Striker’s protégé right now…look at the focus.

Foxx: My advice: Go for the wrist, early and often. Skyler may or may not be doped up, but he’ll fold eventually and it’ll affect his offense. Then again, both of these guys throw their bodies around like spot monkeys…It’s gonna be a car wreck!

Stone: I don’t know about that, Foxx. I’m expecting more of a brawl. But we’ll see how things turn out.

Foxx: There will be at least two holy shit moments, mark my words!

“Mess of Me” by Switchfoot hits to an alarming mixture of cheers and boos. Skyler Striker saunters his way out, a look of malice written in his face. Also dressed for a ‘street fight’ with the Abandoned Championship on his waist, his tag belt in his hand and a soft cast on his injured wrist he slowly proceeds down as he and Caprice do not break eye contact. Each mouth indiscernible words to the other, but we can clearly see Caprice say “This is for your own good”. Skyler smirks and retorts “Time to learn who your master is, boy”.

Vader: His opponent, from Perth Australia weighing 210 pounds, he is the other half of the Unified FMW Tag Team Champions and the CURRENT FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION…SKYLER STRIKER!!!

Stone: The intensity is off the page, Foxx.

Foxx: We’re not reading a book here, Stone. This is a fight, plain a simple. Let’s get to it.

Stone: Striker looks like he’s drugged up now. I’m ashamed.

Foxx: Well, it would be stupid for Skyler Striker to walk into an I Quit match of all matches, with a broken wrist and his title on the line mind you, and not load up on pills that TAKE THE PAIN AWAY.

Stone: You’re ridiculous.

Foxx: Unless Leon unleashes a smack-down not seen since HavOc to Drew Michaels, Skyler won’t feel enough pain to quit probably. Then again, based on what I’ve been watching he’s taking some weak-ass painkillers since his wrist still hurts him. I say drugged up roo-fucker for the win.

Skyler kisses his titles and hands them to the ref. Meanwhile, R.C.A is seen in the crowd. He reveals a notepad and pen in hand. He readies himself to seemingly take notes of the match as the bell rings. Skyler and Leon go nose to nose as the crowd readies for brutality. Skyler fires a right hand first, Leon answers and both men begin to exchange blows. Skyler delivers a knee to Leon’s gut as he begins to lose the advantage, and goes for an Irish Whip. Leon ducks a Skyler Roundhouse Kick and counters with a Lou Thesz press. With Skyler down, Leon lays into him before Skyler can scramble from underneath Leon. Skyler gets to his feet and it clotheslined over the top rope.

Stone: Quick start to this match here, Leon with the quick advantage over Skyler right now, I wonder how long it’ll take for him to go for the wrist.

Striker: AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

Foxx: Judging by that scream, Leon’s stomp, and Skyler flailing about like a fish I’d say now. On an unrelated note, why is ‘RCA’ out on the stage now?

Stone: Who cares?

Foxx: I really don’t, I was just asking, damn. Leon has Skyler and he’s coming this way!

Stone: Skyler stops him, and he’s firing off gut shots to Leon, with the injured wrist! Is it me or shouldn’t he be incapable of that?

Foxx: Think he’s faking?

Stone: Maybe, then again he may have heightened aggression due to his addiction.

Foxx: Well Leon is about to have a pounding headache as Skyler rams him face first into our announce table! And Again!

Stone: Skyler is stumbling away like a madman, he’s rummaging for weapons and he’s got a kendo stick! Leon is back up and right across the chest goes Skyler with that stick!

Foxx: Skyler is all over him right here, Cane him like he’s Dewey! Cane him!

Stone: Skyler doesn’t seem like he’s pleased with the effect of the weapon, he’s looking for something else.

Skyler goes back under the ring, looking for more weapons as Leon recovers. Skyler emerges with a kitchen sink and charges Leon, only to be drop toe held face first into the weapon. Leon begins to recover as blood seeps from his white tank top through the chest area. Skyler gets to his feet and Leon lifts him by the legs, delivering a brutal flapjack across the steps with Skyler’s forehead impacting the edge of them! Skyler immediately begins to piss blood and his face is quickly becoming a crimson mask.

Stone: Oh my God!

Foxx: Awesome.

Stone: WILL YOU STOP?!? Leon is not wasting any time; he’s stomping all over the face of the champion. Leon props him up…runs, and a cannonball attack squashes Skyler between the steps and Leon!!

Leon: REF, GET OVER HERE!

Leon grabs a mike from the timekeeper and stands over Skyler as the ref watches on.

Leon: QUIT, SKYLER! IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!

Striker: NO…I DECIDE…

Leon tucks the mike away and punches Skyler before he can finish his sentence. Leon grabs Skyler and yanks him to his feet. Leon grabs the injured wrist and goes to slam it down across the steps, but Skyler thrashes about like an animal, managing to counter into an armdrag of sorts. Favoring that wrist, Skyler charges after the rising Leon, firing off a low dropkick to the face that knocks him backward. Skyler grabs that kitchen sink, with his good arm, hand…whatever, and measures Leon.

Stone: This isn’t looking good here, not at all! Leon is up…

THUD!

Foxx: He threw it right in the kisser!

Stone: Leon fell awkwardly, he may have suffered a flash knock out! But Skyler is looking dead set on punishment here as he brings that sink across the back of Leon!

Foxx: Look like his balls have dropped. I’m telling you, nothing will be left of them for Lethal Injection.

Stone: Oh…you’re right! They still have the Elimination Chamber to compete in.

Foxx: Yeah, this alliance is dead.

Skyler grabs the mike from Leon’s back pocket, and growls into it as he grabs the head of a now bloody Leon.

Striker: SPEAK, BOY! TELL YOUR MASTER THAT YOU QUIT!

Leon: SCREW YOU!

Striker: FINE! I’LL MAKE YOU QUIT!

Skyler peels back the protective padding of the ringside floor and grabs Leon up. He underhooks the arms, readying for “Exile to Oblivion”. Leon spins out of it and counters into a Snapmare Driver, SPIKING Skyler into the concrete!

Stone: What a counter by the challenger!

Foxx: That had to crack the skull! It had to!

Stone: No matter now, as Leon gets to his feet has the dazed Skyler up onto his shoulder and he’s tossing him into the ring. Leon spreads out the wrist from Skyler’s body.

Foxx: Leon is up on the ropes now, he’s aiming for the wrist it seems.

Stone: DIVING KNEE DROP! 220 pounds just came down across a broken wrist!

Leon seems like he took some of the impact as that, coupled with blood loss has him slow to capitalize. Skyler thrashes about on the mat in agony as he clutches his wrist. Leon pulls himself up slowly and walks over to Skyler as the ref surveys the damage.

Leon: SAY IT! QUIT NOW SO WE CAN GET PAST THIS!

Skyler: NOOOO!

Leon drops an elbow across Skyler’s wrist and rolls out of the ring slowly. He grabs a chair as the crowd gets to his feet.

Foxx: This is what I like to see! Leon’s whole ‘I don’t need it’ attitude towards weapons have cost him before and this time he looks sure to avoid that fate!

Stone: But Leon seems to be favoring his ribs, he’s slow to get back in the ring.

Foxx: Leon has the chair, he doesn’t have it ready to swing though.

Leon stands over Skyler and grabs him by the head to pick him up. One swift kick to the groin later, and Leon crumples down to the mat, dropping the chair.

Stone: Skyler takes back control, and now he has the chair! Skyler readies it as best he can, and he brings it down across the right wrist of Leon! And AGAIN!

Striker: FEEL WHAT I FEEL, MONGREL! TELL ME THAT THIS DOESN’T HURT! TELL ME THAT YOU CAN TAKE IT AND WATCH ME MAKE YOU INTO A LIAR!

Foxx: He swings again! Skyler’s aggression is really up there now!

Stone: Skyler stabs Leon in the abdomen now!

Foxx: Skyler is actually proud of himself. I’m telling you, this alliance is on life support.

Stone: What I can’t believe is that Skyler would knowingly jeopardize the tag titles like this.

Foxx: Bull! Leon should have just let him have his pills!

Stone: Foxx, for all that is intelligent, shut the hell up with that nonsense.

Skyler drags Leon out of the ring, and begins to pound away with forearm shots to the face. Leon seems out of it until..

Striker: I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS WHAT SARAH CHOSE…YOU ARE WEAK…

This brings Leon back to life. He swings with any and everything as the crowd starts to get behind Leon. Skyler tries to cover up but Leon delivers a high roundhouse kick that is blocked by Skyler’s hurt wrist. This impact brings Skyler to his knees before Skyler tries to suck it up by ramming Leon back first into the ring apron and trying to fight back. Leon, seemingly fueled by adrenaline doesn’t feel the impact as he clubs down Striker with blows to the back. With Skyler weakened, Leon takes a good hold of the head and runs to the fan barrier, jumping onto it and swinging around into a beautiful Tornado DDT!

Foxx: These two really are after it tonight!

Stone: Maybe not Skyler as he just tasted the ringside floor! Leon has him, and he clotheslines Skyler over the barrier. Now they are among the crowd and fighting through it.

Skyler is clearly on the ropes as Leon first off stinging left hands as he holds his right hand close to him. The blows send Skyler backpedaling in a stupor as Leon keeps up the pressure. The next shot sends Skyler over the fan barrier near the Supremacy entrance super-structure. Skyler tries to get up, but Leon grabs Skyler tightly by the wrist. Skyler growls in agonizing pain and does all he can to fight Leon off, throwing punches, kicks, etc. But Leon’s face shows one seemingly oblivious to the pain as his grip grows tighter and he knees Skyler in the torso before lifting up the wrist and slamming it across the fan barrier. Skyler falls to his knees, and just keels over, maybe having blacked out from the pain. Leon stands hunched over as he drags Skyler over near the production tables. As he finds two without much debris, He throws Skyler onto them and eyes a scaleable part of the super-structure.

Stone: He can’t be thinking that…

Foxx: Since you are so scared to say it…I will. One Holy Shit Moment down, one more to go!

Stone Leon fires off rapid lefts to a beaten Skyler, and he eyes that super-strutcure again…HE’S CLIMBING IT!

Foxx: People get your cameras out, this is gonna be big!

Stone: Leon, the man is your best friend, and you are putting yourself at stake, think about this!

Foxx: Stone, he’s about 20 or 30 feet up…Skyler hasn’t moved. No time to chicken out!

Leon looks down to Skyler as the entire Atlanta crowd is on its feet. Leon looks to the heavens, takes a deep breath and jumps, twisting in mid air and crashing through Skyler and the tables with an Inverted Phoenix Splash!!!!

Stone: THE GOD DAMN FULL TIME FROM 20 FUCKING FEET THROUGH TWO DAMN TABLES!!!!!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Foxx: If this was any match but an “I Quit” I’d say Leon just won the damn title, but he may have knocked Skyler the fuck out!

Both members of Crash Scene lie in what looks to be a, well, you know. A replay is shown of the move in three different angles as we see Leon impact Skyler square across the ribs and arms of the champion. The referee checks both men, who lie lifeless. The ref starts to throw up the ‘X’ sign but Leon amazingly starts to stir! Leon pulls himself up to a “Let’s Go Le-on” chant and checks on Skyler, who has yet to move.

Leon: SKYLEERRRRR! SAY! YOU! QUIT!

Striker: (weakly) no…

Leon tries to drag Skyler away but is having little success. He spies an equipment crate and pushes it to the wreckage, managing to place Skyler on it and wheel him back to ringside. As he yanks Skyler off of it, Skyler in a last gasp pulls Leon face first into the ring apron.

Foxx: How is Skyler able to do anything after that?

Stone: I don’t have a damn clue to be honest. But Skyler is under the ring now as he pulls out a table. He slides it in the ring somehow but try as he might he can’t get Leon in there.

Foxx: Leon shoves Skyler away, back first into the crate! Skyler looks broken and exhausted, and Skyler the second is not much better!

Leon grabs Skyler and throws him into the ring. He stands Skyler up and goes to tangle him in the ropes, but as he grabs the injured wrist Skyler manages to bite Leon across the face. Leon yells in pain and tries to get free but Skyler hangs on like an animal. Leon finally does get free only to be LIT UP with a high Buzzsaw kick to the head! Leon falls completely out of it as Skyler crumples down. Skyler looks on to the seemingly unconscious Leon and gets a gleam in his eye, as if he’s going through all of the instances where Leon basically dismantled his wrist through the contest. Skyler crawls over to Leon and savagely beats on him with fists and forearms. Skyler scrambles away, teeth baring as he grimaces in pain.

Stone: Skyler has lost it, he’s lost it!

Foxx: Sucks to be Caprice then.

Skyler leaves the ring, goes under and emerges with a lead pipe. He re-enters the ring and he goes to swing…Leon rolls out of the way, and Skyler maniacally tries to bash Leon’s brains in, but Leon is barely escaping each time, eventually managing to legsweep Skyler down. Skyler, frustrated gets to his feet and charges, only to be met with hard lariat.

Stone: Leon escapes certain injury and now he crawls over to the table…he’s propping it up in the corner and he’s dragging Skyler towards it. He lifts him…he’s going for the “Time Warp”!

Foxx: He’s trying to hook it, but his wrist is acting up from the earlier assault…Skyler wiggles out of it!

Stone: The champion with the kick, and he hooks the arms and turns to the propped up table…NO!

Foxx: YES!

Stone: EXILE TO OBLIVION THROUGH THE TABLE! LEON’S NECK MAY BE BROKEN!

Skyler rolls away in pain as Leon is in a broken heap. A replay is shown as the crowd chants:

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Foxx: Call me Foxx-tradamus baby!

Stone: Who cares about that? Leon may be dead, Skyler’s lost so much blood and his wrist has to be shattered!

Skyler drags Leon from the wreck into the middle of the ring. He grabs the chair from earlier and encases Leon’s right wrist in it. Leon hasn’t moved as Skyler collapses in exhaustion and agony for a few seconds. Skyler shakes the cobwebs loose and grabs that lead pipe. He looks to the ref and motions him to hold the mic to Leon’s face, which is just coming to. Skyler raises the lead pipe and brings it down across Leon’s trapped wrist!

Foxx: I know their exactly alike but this is too far!

Stone: Striker is beating the life out of Leon’s wrist here, Leon is too out of it to move!

Striker: QUIT DAMMIT!

Leon: AHHHHHHH!!! NOOOO!!!

THUD!

Striker: QUIT!

Leon: N-nooo!!

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Stone: Striker is begging Leon to quit here! Leon has nowhere to go!

Foxx: He’s pounding him like a railroad spike…

Ref: LEON, DO YOU QUIT?

Leon: no…

THUD! THUD!

Leon: I…I…I QUIT.

Stone: Leon quits, Striker has won the match!

Vader: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION…SKYLEERRRRR STRIIIIIIKERRRR!!!!!

Skyler Striker (8.52 APS + 1.9 votes = 10.42 total)
Leon Caprice (8.50 APS + 0.5 votes – 0.2 penalty = 8.80 total)

“Mess of Me” by Switchfoot hits as Skyler falls to his back, a pleased smile on his face. The referee removes the chair from a thrashing Leon’s surely broken wrist. He props him up in the corner as Leon’s face shows agony. Skyler rolls out of the ring and retrieves all of the belts before going to Leon. Leon is helped to a knee by the referee as Skyler grabs Leon’s title and eyes Leon.

Foxx: Insult to injury, me likey!

Stone: That’s enough Skyler!

Skyler runs to Leon, as best he can and goes to swing before stopping short. Leon, looks on seething as Skyler runs his fingers through Leon's blood, and then runs it across the title before dropping it at his feet. Skyler grabs his belts and leaves in a broken heap, mouthing ‘don't forget this’ as he weakly raises the Abandoned title up before falling to his ass.

Foxx: Well, I guess we know who the stronger member was of that team, because that team is no more after this. It can’t be.

Stone: I’m inclined to agree with you, but this was just a preview. The Elimination Chamber is still to come for these two men.

Foxx: I salivate at the ending of this rivalry…

Stone: God only knows what will happen in Philadelphia.

Dunnwood: Attention Miscreants...

The PA system cracked to life leaving the crowd in a stunned silence. From the ring Striker and Caprice merely looked on with raised eyebrows.

Dunnwood: I’d love to be down there at the ring, I really would, but you see I have more important things to be doing right now. Let me set the mood.

With the pulse of a human heart the lights in the arena flicker off and on before raising in the traditional Anxiety green of old.

Dunnwood: A little more fitting wouldn’t you say?

The illuminated figures of Leon Caprice and Skyler Striker, draped in green light, yelled out into the arena. Their unmic’d voices reaching the first rows of the audience and nothing more.

Dunnwood: Quaint. Yell all you want gentlemen, it’ll only hurt your throat.

An audible sigh escapes Dunnwood’s lips sending a crackle through the PA system.

Dunnwood: Leon you can just sit down in the corner like a good little mutt, this has nothing to do with you. This is solely for Mr. Skyler. You see I covet a lot of the things you have Skyler. That title simply being one of them.

Dunnwood, watching through a video screen backstage, taps his microphone in frustration.

Dunnwood: Leon! Simply because you can’t see me doesn’t me that I cannot see you. I said sit in the corner! Ahem...sorry for that outburst, sometimes Jackyboy has more of an effect on me than I’d like.

...

Dunnwood: As I was saying this is just a friendly little reminder for you Skyler. While your Jesus freak lap dog can have it out with that heretic Apostasy, and Hanniboo and Sy-Sy I’m sure have some pent up angst they have to deal and well, that just leaves you and I. Just...You...And...I.

Dunnwood once again taps the mic sending loud pops through the PA system.

Dunnwood: Ingrain that into your drug addled brain Skyler, Just You And I.

...

Dunnwood: Oh, and Matthew P. Dunn has a message for you...Ten-Chan Is Progressing very well. Ta-Ta Gentlemen.

As quickly as he taken over the PA system Dunnwood’s presence disappeared, returning the lights to normal, leaving a baffled Skyler Striker at the ramp and Leon Caprice alone in the ring.

Veronica Cherrywood is backstage holding a microphone in her hands, she seems to be in a decent mood this evening as she waits patiently for the next interview.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time just came off a very impressive victory. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Virus.

The crowd boos as Virus walks into the shot and stands next to Cherrywood. She looks creped out for a minute as the blood spills from the mask onto the floor. Veronica quickly regains her composure and begins talking into the microphone.

Cherrywood: Virus, you just came off a big win over Alistair Wolfe. You looked pretty dominant out there, was that by any way a message to someone?

Virus: A message? Not per say, but if any specific individual wants to take notice, then so be it.

Cherrywood: Do you think the win makes you any more of a contender on the Corruption Division?

Virus: Contend? Oh no, I’m not there to contend, I am simply there to destroy. However, I do it much differently than most. I don’t sit and bark about what I’m going to do like a certain dog we know.

Cherrywood: Is that a shot towards Seth Omega?

Seth Omega comes charging into the scene as the crowd cheers loudly. Virus takes a couple of steps back as Omega grabs Cherrywood’s microphone.

Omega: Answer the question Virus, was that a shot towards me?

Virus: Only if you take it as one you adopted Italian mutt.

Omega: You’re fucking lucky I have other plans for tonight or else I’d take the pleasure of smearing more of your blood all over the walls of the Georgia Dome, I’d beat you unmercifully, then I’d leaving you laying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere.

Virus: Just like that cold bitch Annalisa, right?

Without another word Seth Omega draws back a fist and starts swinging on Virus. Omega manages to take him to the ground while pounding on the white mask, leaving his knuckles covered in the blood that covers the mask. Before to much longer several members of security as well as many Road Agents get between them and pull them apart. As they stand both Virus and Seth up both are fighting to get to the other one. Eventually they bring in enough security to restrain both men as the Honorable Commissioner Smitten walks into view of the camera. Smitten smiles as he looks at both men, glancing back a fourth between the two before finally grabbing the lone microphone and speaking into it.

Smitten: Seth that is exactly what I wanted out of you!

The crowds boos as Omega begins struggling against security again.

Smitten: I see dollar signs, and because I see dollar signs I tell you exactly what I’m going to do for you boys. At Lethal Injection we will see many great matches, and now we will also see Seth Omega vs The Virus at Lethal Injection!

The crowd cheers as Smitten begins to walk off. He eventually walks out of view of the camera, however his voice can still be heard.

Smitten: Oh and one last thing boys, about this match at Lethal Injection…

A chain flies in front of the camera and lands between Omega and Virus, both men look down at it as Smitten finishes his sentence.

Smitten: The match will be contested as a Dog Collar Match, good luck gentlemen.

The camera begins to pan out as Seth and Virus begin walking away from the interview area, all the while staring each other down.


Foxx: I wanna see me some bleeding Saints!

Stone: You would. And for those of you failing to make the incredibly obvious connection there, it is indeed time for our Bloody Saints match. Here’s Ella Vader to get us started!

Vader: This match is the BLOODY SAINTS elimination match! When one wrestler bleeds, he is eliminated. This will continue until we have a winner! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds and from Cleveland, Ohio, APOSTASY!

“I’m Made Of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” by A Day To Remember hits and Apostasy slowly makes his way to the ring, nice and simple.

Foxx: Apostasy’s been on quite the roll lately.

Stone: Indeed, lots of important wins in his last few matches and this one should be a doozy.

Vader: Next, at 315 pounds and from Tallahassee, Florida, he is SETH OMEGA!!!!

“War Zone” by Rob Zombie accompanies Seth as he makes his way to the ring, green light spraying the arena. He pulls the towel off his head and wipes his face, entering the ring with a slightly confused look towards Apostasy.

Foxx: Best thing about this match is that no-one knows whether they’re really friend or foe! Do they challenge Drew’s leadership? Do they fight each other? Who knows what could happen?

Stone: I’ll tell you this, Seth Omega will want to win, pure and simple. His FMW run has been pretty inconsistent and a win here could do wonders.

Vader: Next, weighing 225 pounds and from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, MARK JOHANSSON!

“It’s A Jungle Out There” by Burkhard Dullwitz plays over the PA as Mark Johansson makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with some fans but never taking his gaze off of Omega and Apostasy.

Stone: Mark Johansson, probably the goodest of the ‘good guys’ this time around.

Foxx: ‘Goodest’? That’s not a word, idiot. But I get your point, the newest Saint is also probably still the least corrupted.

Vader: And finally, weighing in at 235 pounds and also from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the current C4 Champion, DREW MICHAELS!!!

“Amazing” by Kanye West hits the arena and Drew makes his way to the ring to a mixed but mostly positive reaction. Action Jackson and Dante Jones are notably absent as Drew looks nothing but focused, looking his three fellow compatriots in the eye as he enters the ring.

Stone: Drew Michaels, most controversial of ALL the Saints and possibly out of his depth here!

Foxx: He’ll be suffering that same conflict and it shall be WONDERFUL. Friends or foes? DUN DUN DUN!

The bell rings and all four men begin circling the ring sizing each other up. They eventually stop in the four corners of the ring once again staring each other down.

Stone: Mark is across from Apostasy, and Seth is across from Drew. It would appear as if the dancing partner’s have been picked for this fatal four way.

Foxx: And Mark starts it off taking the fight directly to Apostasy, he just went over the top rope with him as he nails that vicious clothesline.

Stone: It appears Mark is holding nothing back as he is unloading on Apostasy with those hard right hands.

Foxx: That’s what you get when you hang out with Omega, speaking of which it appears there is something going on in the ring between our C4 Champion and Omega.

Drew and Seth are standing in the center of the ring, looking each other eye to eye. Drew mouths the word “nothing personal” to Omega before leaning back and sending a hard chop to his chest.

Stone: That will get things started! I heard that one all the way back here.

Foxx: Omega isn’t letting it slide either as he just countered with a hard fist right to the forehead of Drew! Good god, these two are related just imagine what the hell they’d be doing to their enemies.

Stone: And now they are trading chop for punch in the center of the ring, hell they might be the first ones eliminated in this match!

Foxx: Going back to the outside as Mark Johansson slings Apostasy into the stairs hard, and now he’s grabbing for a steel chair from one of our timekeepers.

Stone: Oh no, he isn’t going to do this, he can’t do this, oh my god he’s going to do it!

Foxx: He just cracked that chair down on Apostasy’s head!

Stone: Not only that but Apostasy’s head had nowhere to go, his head was placed against the stairs.

Foxx: It appears Apostasy has been busted wide open, and he is going to be the very first Saint gone.

Vader: Apostasy has been eliminated by Mark Johannson, the match is now a triple threat elimination match.

Mark slides in the ring and hits Seth from behind sending him flying in between the second and third rope and onto the floor with a loud thud.

Stone: So much for Mark not being the corrupted one, he just attacked his own tag partner from behind.

Foxx: It is a dog eat dog world Stone, hell Omega would of done the same to get a win over the reigning C4 Champion as well.

Stone: Speaking of the C4 Champion Mark is now taking it to him as well. He has him in the corner taking some knees to the midsection.

Foxx: Not really sure that Drew is the man I’d want to be brawling with, he does have a lot of MMA style moves you know.

Stone: And he is showing that MMA skill now as he is throwing some hard elbows and kicks to Mark Johansson!

Foxx: Seth Omega is getting back up now, and it appears he has another chair from under the ring.

Stone: Mark appears to be dazed by some of the stiff elbow shots, and Drew nails a beautiful belly to belly suplex.

Seth slides the chair into the ring as well as a trash can. He climbs up into the ring and holds the chair in hand as Drew starts to turn around. When Drew turns around Seth throws the chair into Drew’s face before following through with a big left hand.

Foxx: That’s why you don’t turn your back on Seth Omega, he’s dangerous in these types of matches.

Stone: That’s why he is on Corruption, his skills fit that division so well. I mean, he’s called The War Dawg and The Epitome of Violence for a reason.

Foxx: Omega now digging through that trash can, and I believe he has a hold of a kendo stick.

Stone: This doesn’t look good for Mark Johannson, Omega is dangerous when wielding any weapon whatsoever.

Foxx: Holy shit, he is unloading on Mark with that damn Kendo Stick. He just broke that thing in half in only like three shots!

Stone: Omega isn’t done yet, he’s reaching back into the trash can.

Foxx: No fucking way, he’s got a cheese grater? Where the fuck did we find him?

Stone: I don’t know but he has that grater held up to Mark’s head and he just sliced down with that damn thing.

Foxx: Mark isn’t just busted open he basically just had the flesh torn from his skull. If that doesn’t require stitches I don’t know what the hell will.

Vader: Mark Johannson has been eliminated by Seth Omega, this will now be a one on one matchup.

Mark rolls out of the ring and into the waiting arms of two referees who begin carrying him to the back. As they carry him to the back Drew waits behind Omega with chair in hand.

Stone: Time to pay the piper Omega, and does Drew looked pissed.

Foxx: Drew is swinging the chair like a mad man, one shot and Omega is still up.

Stone: And a second shot still doesn’t drop Seth, he looks like he is just getting more and more pissed off.

Drew steps back for a minute and stares down his cousin, without another word being said Seth motions for Drew to bring it on. Drew draws the chair back and delievers a thunderous blow to the skull of Omega, finally dropping him.

Foxx: Drew quickly on his own relative as he begins pounding away at the face of Seth, hoping and trying to get some sort of blood to come out of him.

Stone: Omega rolls Drew over and now begins firing away on the reigning C4 Champion’s face.

Foxx: Drew is pulling is leg forward, and he nails a brutal kick right to the kisser of Omega.

Stone: It looks like Drew isn’t finished, he’s got ahold of that chair again.

Foxx: And he just slung it right in the face of the dazed Seth Omega.

Stone: Now Drew is going on the attack again with those hard knees right to the throat area of Seth.

Foxx: This is like watching a MMA fight with weapons, these two are just throwing fists, elbows, knees, kicks. It is hard to believe these two are related, none the less friends as well.

Stone: Omega has a hold of that leg and he has got him up for the single legged takedown.

Foxx: Seth is back to his feet quickly, and he bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop right to the face.

Stone: That might keep Drew down for a while, as Seth goes back and grabs the now empty trash can.

Foxx: Drew is slowly making his way back to his feet, and now that he is up Omega jams the trash can over his head. It appears he isn’t done either, he just nailed a beautiful standing drop kick that knocked Drew into the corner.

Stone: Omega is grabbing that chair again, and he swings it right on top of that trash can with Drew Michaels right on the inside!

Foxx: Drew is wobbling, and Omega cracks that chair again over the trash can. This time Drew is down on the mat.

Stone: Seth drops that dented chair down next to the trash can and begins pulling the trash can off of Drew to check for blood.

Foxx: It appears Drew hasn’t bled and this match will continue. Omega picking Drew back up, but Drew cuts him off and begins firing away with several lefts and rights. He has Omega backing up now.

Stone: Spear, Spear, Spear! Michaels just took Omega through the ropes with that awesome spear!

Foxx: Both men are down on the outside in this hellacious matchup. We’ve already seen Mark Johannson eliminate Apostasy with a chair and a set of ring stairs, then Seth Omega pretended his tag team partner was a block of cheese, and now we have two cousins beating the unholy fuck out of each other just for a victory.

Stone: Both men are starting to slowly get back to their feet now, and you know they’ve got to be exhausted and worn down. Finally both men appear to be up once again.

Foxx: Drew threw that elbow that hit Omega in the jaw and now they are brawling up our entrance ramp.
Stone: Honestly this match hasn’t even been that technical, this has just been for lack of a better term, a dog fight.

Foxx: Maybe you spoke way too soon, Drew appears to be going for a German Suplex on Omega.

Stone: Holy shit, he just dropped Omega right on his neck. And they are on that steel entrance ramp!

Foxx: Drew grabs a chair from one of the fans as Omega is rolling onto his stomach. He is walking over to Seth and raising that chair above his head.

Stone: He can’t do this…he won’t do this…Drew that’s your own damn cousin for crying out loud!

Foxx: He did it! He just smashed Omega’s skull between the ramp and that chair!

Stone: If that didn’t make Omega bleed I have no idea what will.

Drew picks up the dazed Seth Omega, who is still not bleeding. Out of frustration Drew bangs Omega’s head against the METALtron knocking him down. Without another action Drew walks backstage leaving Omega laying next to the METALtron.

Stone: Where the hell did Drew go?

Foxx: There he is, with baseball bat in hand. That just isn’t any baseball bat, that thing is covered completely in barbed wire!

Stone: Looks like Drew might only use that as a last resort, as he just set it down on the ramp. Omega is slowly getting to his feet, and Drew is sizing him up before hitting…

Foxx: Superkick! He just nailed a super kick that sent Omega flying off the edge of that stage and through an extra table we just had set up.

Drew looks down at Omega who is lying motionless in a heap of broken wood and wiring. Drew jumps down off the stage and begins to check on the fallen Omega. As Drew leans down to ask if Seth is okay, Omega sends a hard left hand right to the jaw that knocks Michaels down.

Stone: How is he surving this beat down? Better yet how are either of them surviving this?

Foxx: Omega is back up and he is swinging for the fences, he is fired up and he is really taking it to the reigning C4 Champion.

Stone: Seth has Michaels up and slams him back down on our announce table. Drew is covered in sweat and both men are physically exhausted, I don’t know how much more these guys can take.

Foxx: Omega is going back up on the stage where he is playing with that barbed wire baseball bat. What the hell is he doing up there?

Stone: I’m not sure, but it appears he is stripping the barbed wire off of the bat and it also appears he is wrapping it around his fist.

Foxx: Drew I’d get up, he has some of serious bad intent with that barbed wire.

Drew acting as if he understood what Foxx was saying begins rolling off of the announce table and onto the floor. He tries to lift himself to his feet by using the announce table for leverage, eventually getting to his feet.

Stone: Drew is finally up to his feet, and not a moment too soon…wait a minute, what is he about to do? He can’t do this, this is going to seriously hurt someone!

Omega backs up on the stage and starts running full speed towards the edge, without another action or word he jumps off the stage and connects with a barbed wire punch right to the temple dropping Drew Michaels. On his way down Seth hits his head on the edge of the table as well. Now both men are lying face down on the floor in front of the announce team.

Foxx: That has to be it, one of those men has to be bleeding by now. I believe the referee is checking on both men.

Stone: The referee has called for the bell, but I’m not quite sure who the winner is. Both men are still down, but this match is over.

Vader: Ladies and Gentlemen this match has ended in a draw. Both Drew Michaels and Seth Omega are bleeding, and the referee was unable to determine which one began bleeding first.

Drew Michaels (8.33 APS + 0.9 votes = 9.23 total)
Seth Omega (8.33 APS + 0.9 = 9.23 total)
Mark Johansson (8.41 APS + 0.7 votes – 0.2 penalty = 8.91 total)
Apostasy (0.00 APS + 0.0 votes = 0.00 total)

Both men stand to their feet to the loud reception of the crowd. Both men donning the crimson mask as Drew extends his hand to his cousin, without another word Seth shakes Drew’s hand in a pure sign of respect.

Stone: That’s insane, after nearly killing one another Seth Omega and Drew Michaels are showing pure respect for one another here in Atlanta tonight.

Foxx: I hate to interrupt, but isn’t that Mark Johannson on the METALtron. It appears he is getting stitched up somewhere in the arena.

The METALtron shows Mark being stitched up, it appears he is almost half way done as he is wincing in pain after every stitch. As the doctor goes in for another stitch Nick Bryson comes out of nowhere and hits the doctor from the blindside. The doctor hits the wall and falls to the floor unconscious.

Foxx: What the hell is Bryson doing back there?

Before Mark can fight back Nick hits him in the jaw one good time. Mark falls over unconscious as Bryson begins checking the doctor’s pockets until he finds what he is looking for. Nick holds up a thread and needle for everyone to see as he display’s a sickening grin on his face.

Stone: What the hell is he going to do with that needle and thread? This can’t be good at all.

Bryson leans down and instead of stitching the open cut on Mark’s forehead he begins stitching Mark’s lips together one by one.

Foxx: Michaels and Omega are going ecstatic out here, they have no idea who where the hell Bryson and Mark are, and you better fucking believe if they knew Bryson would be getting his ass kicked right now.

Bryson finishes up stitching up Mark’s lips, a total of 8 stitches in all as the unconscious Mark Johansson lies motionless still. Nick throws down the needle and smiles into the camera as he begins speaking in a calm and calculated tone.

Bryson: Drew…Seth…this is what you’re fucking with. I’m sick of this Broken Saints going to save FMW shit, I’m sick of Drew acting like a fucking Messiah, and I’m sick of all five of you in general. So let me tell you something, I’m going to leave this room now and you have a choice. You either come find me, or you find help for Mark. Catch me if you can.

Without another word Michaels and Omega look at one another before racing off backstage in search of both Mark and Bryson.

Foxx: We will be back with more Supremacy after this!

Stone: My god Nick Bryson, what have you done to Mark Johannson?

Cherrywood: Joining me at this time, the FMW Champion, TyranT!

Boos emanate from the Georgia Dome as TyranT, dressed in his typical garb save for a referee’s shirt underneath his Kevlar vest, saunters into view with the FMW title on his shoulder.

Cherrywood: Well TyranT…

TyranT: Jus’ a damn minute here! Ah want to say that this ain’t how ya PunKs are suppose ta greet a man as esteemed as Mah’self! Ah’m the Goddamn champ, and a native of this here state, and Ah get booed?!?

Some of the more ‘redneck’ fans offers cheers as the boos continue.

TyranT: Well, Ah believe that there’s some dumb PunKs that need ta Get it Straight Ta-night!

Cherrywood: Speaking of tonight, Supremacy has been quite the event thus far, your thoughts?

TyranT: Look here, missy. Ah’ knew that this event was gonna be a damn success, a Goddamn McKenzie booked it; it was gonna be nothin’ short of a slobberknocker! Now, Ah’ do hate that I had ta take this privilege from my baby girl Faith, but Ah’ had no choice. I have ta protect mah’ flesh and blood! But don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy’s gonna make it up ta ya!

Cherrywood: What do you mean?

TyranT: What ya think, miss purdy? The Main Event, Ah’m callin’ the shots, and Ah give mah’ word, Ah’m callin’ it right down the line! But Ah’ want that PunK Romeo to listen up, cause he needs ta watch his ass! When mah’ baby girl get done with cha, maybe Ah’ can bring Lethal Injection to ya a bit early! Ah’ warned ya that the TyranT ain’t nothin’ ta take lightly! Ta-night, Romeo, the sweet prince gets his ass whipped by the seed of McKenzie and if anything’s left of ya, at Lethal Injection Ah’m gon’ make ya Get It Straight, PunK!

TyranT laughs sadistically as he twirls his nightstick and goes to leave. Cherrywood stops him.

Cherrywood: Wait, Wait! What about Abel Steele?

TyranT: What about that PunK?



Cherrywood: He does have the Gold Card. Are you at all worried that he may try to cash in on you tonight?

The crowd cheers as TyranT’s face has an ‘are you serious?’ look on it.

TyranT: Ah want ya ta listen good, sweet cheeks. Abel ain’t nothin’ but a runt to me; no worry to a dominant champ like mah’self. Ah’ll run ‘em over like roadkill if he tries his little circus trick on me. Get it Straight…PunK.

TyranT brandishes his nightstick and taps the centerplate of his title with it. He points to the camera and walks away as we fade out.


Stone: Welcome back FMW. Now its time for our semi-main event, and what a match it will be.

Foxx: A snore fest that’s what, none of these guys are appealing in anyway…ahh, might as well just get on with it.

"Warriors Code" by The Drop Kick Murpheys hits the speakers to a big pop from the crowd. The Celt quickly tears out from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring.

Ella Vader: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and will be wrestled under Ultra Violent rules! Coming to the ring first: from Castlebar, Ireland... The CEEELLTTT!!!

The Celt hits the ring, a determined look in his eyes, and raises a fist for the packed crowd.

Stone: This one should be exciting. If Celt can take Quint in this match, he moves on to fight for the Ultra Violent Championship at Lethal Injection!

Foxx: Longshot if you ask me. Quint might not be the psychopath of yore, but he's still got an edge.


A wicked laugh tears through the dark arena as a spot light illuminates a lone man at the top of the ramp. The bass and echo of the tribal drums to Godsmack's "Voodoo" then hits the speakers.

Ella Vader: And making his way to the ring: from Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada... Dr. Harley QUIIIINNTTT!!!!

Quint makes his way to the ring, he eyes never leaving the The Celt. The crowd gives him quite a loud mixed reaction. Neither boos nor cheers outweighing the other.

Stone: And here is a man we all should hate, and yet, can't get enough of.

Foxx: I know whatcha' mean. This guy is a mastermind.

Stone: You know, Quint-

Foxx: Dr. Quint.

Stone: Whatever. These two men have met on more than one occasion. There's a good bit of history in this match. The man that could be called Celt's arch nemesis is all that stands in the way of his Ultra Violent Title match.

Foxx: That'll be a tough road block to get by.

Quint and Celt both stretch out and begin heading towards each other as the referee calls for the bell.

Stone: And this one is under way. There's the lock up and- wait, no! Celt decks Quint from the get go! He's railing on the downed Quint with rights and lefts in surplus!

Foxx: It never fails. The good guys are always brought down a couple of levels.

Stone: It's bad blood, Stone. And if he lets Quint get the upper hand...

Foxx: And speaking of the upper hand.

Stone: Quint's slipping out from under Celt, but he's not stopping! Stomach to the mat, Celt is clubbing the back of Quint's head!

Foxx: And with no disqualifications in sight, all the ref can do is watch.

Stone: Celt is finally letting up, but comes back with a kick to the ribs! Quint's face... it's twisted in pain.

Celt backs up, trying to calm himself, and mouths to Quint "You see what you made me do?"

Stone: Celt feels a bit torn up over the assault. He's all about upholding the law here in FMW, but being brought down to heel standards is no way to do it.

Foxx: Violence gets things done.

Stone: Celt is going back over to Quint, but a shot to the knee brings the Irishman down! Wait, what the...? Quint is slipping off a pair of brass knuckles. He's starting the dissection early!

Foxx: Now that's my kind of guy. He might not get off on this kind of thing anymore, but he still knows how to get the job done.

Celt goes down, grabbing at his knee, as Quint tosses away the brass knuckles.

Stone: Quint's grabbing that right leg and a kick to the knee flairs that pain up even more. Quint is strategically breaking The Celt down and its only the two minute mark.

Foxx: As much as I don't like it, I doubt Celt stays down.

Quint finally drops the leg and waits it out as The Celt hobbles to his feet.

Stone: Looks like Quint is employing a little eye for an eye attitude.

Foxx: He's calling for another lock up.

Stone: Celt obliges, and this match is back underway! Both men are fighting for the advantage and finally Celt drives Quint back into the corner. He's going for a chop, but Quint ducks it! Celt is in the corner now and getting the ugly end of the stick with Quint's right hands!

Foxx: Quint looks to be venting a little this time around.

Stone: Quint with one last right hand, but Celt blocks! Right hand from Celt. And another! And an-

Foxx: Harley blocks!

Stone: And a kick to that injured knee stops any momentum Celt might've had. Quint locks him up and brings him out of the corner with a suplex.

Foxx: And Quint goes straight for that knee again.

Stone: Single leg Boston Crab on that right leg! Celt is screaming!

Foxx: Surgical. Lethal. The Phd is quite deserved.

Stone: But Quint's dropping the leg just before the breaking point. And now he's heading out of the ring!

Quint goes under the ring and pulls out a chair. He then goes back under and pulls out a rope.

Stone: I don't even wanna' know what he's got planned.

Foxx: Hell, I do!

Quint thows both objects into the ring and slides in after them.

Stone: He's pulling Celt to his feet, but a European uppercut sends Quint back to the ropes. The Celt has that chair, and HELL! A vicious shot sends Quint through the second rope and to the floor!

Foxx: Looks like face and heel are being tossed out in favor of survival tonight.

Stone: Celt is going for that rope, but... is that an ambulance?

True to Stone's words, the sound of an ambulance begins to echo throughout the arena.

Foxx: Stone! STONE! It's the Jambulance!!

Stone: It is! The Jambulance is pulling out onto the top of the entrance ramp!

Jaro exits the driver's side door and waves to a shocked Celt. With Celeste in tow, Jaro pulls out a couple of lawn chairs from the back and begins to set up a little patio atop the Jambulance.

Stone: Looks like Jaro and Celeste want to enjoy this match with the best seats in the house.

Foxx: Smart move.

Quint now up, both he and Celt watch as Jaro pours a couple of margaritas.

Stone: This is ridiculous. Funny, yet ridiculous.

Foxx: Um, back to the match, broadcast buddy...

Stone: Celt has Quint by the neck with that rope! He's pointing at Jaro, and heading straight there!

Foxx: Just as he got comfortable. Damn.

Stone: Celt is whipping Quint towards the Jambulance, but Quint reverses! Celt just went back first into the grille of that ambulance!

Foxx: Celt's back could be broken! SWEET!

Stone: Quint's not giving him a second. Rope around the neck, Quint's swinging him around...

Foxx: Through the glass!!

Stone: Celt's head just went crashing through the driver's side window of the Jambulance!

Jaro jerks from the shake and begins shouting at his spilled margarita. Celeste pats him down with a washcloth, seemingly oblivious to the action under them.

Stone: Celt has just collapsed next to the Jambulance. He might be out of this one.

Foxx: I wouldn't count him out just yet.

Stone: Uh oh, Quint is sizing up Jaro with that rope in hand... and there's that sadistic smile we've been missing tonight!

Jaro wags a finger at Quint, trying to back up behind Celeste.

Stone: Quint's tying up a lasso with that rope, but Celt decks him from behind!

Foxx: Jesus, look at his face! He's lost enough blood to fill a swimming pool!

Stone: Celt is now dragging Quint back towards the ring.

Celt slides Quint under the bottom rope and begins searching under the ring. After a moment, he pulls out a ladder and begins propping it up right there.

Stone: Celt is climbing the ladder.

Foxx: He doesn't do this often. He's really going for broke here.

Stone: Celt is at the top of that ladder, but Quint's there too! He's over the top rope and right across from Celt on the opposite rung!

Both men start trading punches, but Quint soon gets the upper hand. Hooking the head and arm, Quint then balances on the top rope.

Stone: Oh no, Quint's going back... SUPERPLEX! And creativity brings Celt down hard!

Foxx: Genius. It's almost scary.

Stone: And here's our first pin of the night. One! Two! KICKOUT! Celt is still in this one!

Foxx: Damn.

Quint runs a hand through his sweat soaked hair in frustration. Pulling The Celt up, he looks around, searching for a means to take him out.

Stone: Celt can barely stand, giving Quint time to find the means to put him out for good.

Foxx: The green goblin over here is stubborn as hell. He won't go down easy.

Stone: Speaking of which, he just found a second wind! Quint's shocked, and Celt pulls everything he has into a Castlebar Kiss! That knee strike just found Quint's chin!

Foxx: And both men are in a heap on the mat!

The referee stands by, checking both men. No count outs here.

Stone: Wait, Celt is stirring. He's finally managed to get to his feet...

Foxx: Quint's making it there too...

Stone: Right hand from The Celt!

Foxx: Right hand from Dr. Quint!

Stone: Celt!

Foxx: Quint!

Stone: Celt!

Foxx: Quint- Celt blocks!

Stone: And there's those brass knuckles from earlier! Celt snuck 'em back into the match!

Foxx: Crafty little leprechan't!

Stone: Celt swings! QUINT DUCKS! HE'S GOT HIM! THE SUFFRAGE CONNECTS!!!

Celt goes down and Quint leaps for the pin.

Foxx: Yes! Here it is!

Stone: ONE! TWO! THREE!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!

Harley Quint (8.47 APS + 1.8 votes = 10.27 total)
The Celt (8.36 APS + 0.9 votes = 9.26 total)

"Voodoo" by Godsmack hits the speakers once again as Quint rises to his feet, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ella Vader: And the winner, thus stopping Celt's advancement to the Ultra Violent Championship match, Dr. Harley QUUUIIINNNTTT!!!!!

Stone: I don't believe it. Celt has been denied once again!

Foxx: I believe it. Happens every time.

Stone:Wait, at the ramp, Jaro's banging on the roof of the Jambulance.

Foxx: Those back doors just opened.... It's VIRUS!! Quint doesn't see him!

Virus rushes the ring, quickly bringing an attack down on the unsuspecting Quint.

Stone: Dr. Harley is down! The boos from the crowd are threatening to bring the building down around us!

Foxx: Celt is getting up. Bad blood be damned, he won't stand for this injustice!

Just as Celt reaches his feet, someone leaps the barricade and rushes the ring.

Stone: Who the- it's LPW's own: Hatchet Ryda!!

Foxx: What the hell is HE doing here!?

Stone: Bringing the fight to The Celt, apparently! Ryda just tossed Celt out of the ring. Quint is being double teamed!

After a brutal barrage of kicks and punches, Ryda kneels down next to the fallen Harley Quint.

Stone: What's he doing? He's... he's painting a clown face on Quint!

Foxx: Behold the irony!

Stone: And there's a clown nose to top off the humiliation. This is beyond what's needed here. Yet it has striking similarities to the former Harlequin face paint.

Another wave of boos soaks the arena as Jaro begins a jaunt down to the ring with his Ultra Violent Championship in tow.

Stone: And here's Jaro, posing with Virus and Hatchet Ryda. They're standing over the fallen Dr. Quint!

Foxx: I'm all for villainous behavior, but this is just a little much.

Hatchet Ryda and Virus, gradually exit the ring, leaving FMW to go to a commercial with Jaro standing over the beaten body of Harley.

Stone: And here it is, the last match of the night. And what a night it has been.

Foxx: I’m still amused from the opening match. That should have been the Main Event!!

Stone: Difference in opinions then, anywho, here is Ella Vader to kick this match off.

Ella Vader: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is the main event and it is scheduled for a one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 139 pounds and from Marietta, Georgia… FAITH!

“Omen” by Prodigy sends the crowd into an ecstasy. as Faith Mackenzie casts a solemn figure as she stands atop the entrance ramp. There’s no fanfare of pyrotechnics behind her, nor are there strobing lights. Ignoring the screams of the crowd, she walks to the ring, keeping her head down.

Stone: And here is Faith Mackenzie. A strong competitor of FMW, she managed to win the Style point tournament and the Hayabusa cup. She should be the FMW champion by now and be able to take the night off as her reward, however one man has been quick to intervene and that’s why his name is aptly TyranT.

Foxx: Well, the only reason she became good all of a sudden was because her dad was there to shape her. But you know, if you get driven into the canvas by your mentor you’ll make it in this business.

Stone: And with that insincere comment here comes her opponent.

Ella Vader: And his opponent, from Manhattan, New York, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is... ROMEO!!!

”Come to life” by Alter Bridge takes over and the No 1 contender to the FMW title walks down wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt combination, looking very focused tonight.

Stone: Sees like lethal injection is on the mind of Romeo.

Foxx: More like he’s looking to get a shot at TyranT before the big stage, yet what’s he doing?

Romeo quickly slides into the ring and takes a few steps towards Faith, seemingly also speaking to her.

Stone: You’ve got to be kidding me…

Foxx: He’s asking her for her number?

Stone: It seems like he’s reaffirming his words earlier tonight. He wants her to join her.

Foxx: Oh, I think she needs to get her parental permission, and what a co-incident here comes her father now.

From the top of the ramp emerges TyranT, wielding his baton, to an almighty boo of the crowd, obviously angered about his actions towards Faith, yet he’s not taking in their noise, nor is he taking the superiority he has by being the umpire, he hurriedly steps into the ring to disrupt the conversation between the talkative Romeo and the muted Faith.

Stone: I think Ty knows what Romeo was talking about.

Foxx: What’s going to happen, Ty doesn’t look like he’s agreeing with Romeo.

Upon TyranT entering the ring Romeo falls silent. Still with an unwavering stare to Faith he seemingly tries to convince her with his facial expression. Yet with Tyrant gradually taking the steps towards Romeo, he begins to waver, until he tries one to many times to convince Faith with his words.

Stone: Romeo abruptly asking Faith once more, not the best time, and there is the expected result, What a right hand!!

Foxx: Ty wont have any of his crap, this match will be Romeo vs. Faith, and with Romeo reeling from that fist to the face Ty calls for the bell.

By the time the commentators are done, Romeo is back on his feet and is ready. Faith gives a small grin as Romeo faces her. The bell rings and without hesitation, Faith charges at Romeo with a quick right, Romeo simply ducks the blow and sends a strong elbow into the turning Faith.

Foxx: Nice shot from Romeo!

Stone: Indeed it was, executed to perfection. Now Romeo follows it up with a standing leg drop.

Foxx: And misses! Faith quickly rolls out of the ring and Romeo gets to his feet. Quickly finding her, he charges over the top rope!

Stone: FAITH CATCHES HIM! POWERSLAM INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Romeo collapses to the ground and Faith takes a few steps back, before running and delivering a thundering punt to the head of Romeo. Romeo’s neck bends awkwardly and Faith picks him up, rolling him into the ring.

Foxx: That was a vicious attack from Faith, she’s making her daddy proud!

Stone: I beg to differ. Faith actually chose his spot and used Romeo’s dive as an opportunity, and he’ll be a bit more lenient just to pick up the win tonight.

Foxx: Well, nevertheless, Faith going for a pin attempt now.

The pin reaches one and a half before Romeo lifts his shoulder and Faith gets to her feet, hoisting Romeo up as well.

Stone: Faith positions herself, she’s going for Lobotomy! She wants to end this quickly…

Foxx: Counter! Romeo reads the move and throws Faith to the mat by her leg, and he’s going for a submission!

Stone: Shades of Ric Flair with the Figure Four leg lock!

Foxx: Faith hasn’t taken any damage to the legs yet, so she won’t tap, but she’s definitely gonna be feeling the pain after this one, Stoner!

Stone: Faith is desperately reaching out for a rope but she can’t find one!

Tyrant keeping a quiet presence til now, as he grabs Faith’s wailing hand and drags it to the rope.

Foxx: Faith has the rope, she held on til she saw her opportunity!!

Stone: Don’t worry about Ty stepping in there.

Foxx: He probably saw something illegal about the hold. Good intervention by the ref there.

Stone: Well Romeo has broken the hold and got straight into Ty’s face, I don’t think Romeo will be happy about this match til Ty goes down and a new ref comes out. I can’t see Ty giving the win to Romeo.

Foxx: There is always hope, or like his buddy Drew would do, pray for it.

Stone: Well Romeo doesn’t seem like the praying kind, and while Romeo continues to show his anger to TyranT in an angered stare off, Faith pulls herself to the corner, holding her left leg, which has now been slightly damaged by Romeo.

Foxx: It’s why Romeo is such a competitor here in FMW, Stone, he’s mechanical, thinks everything through with true logic. He’ll take out the legs of Faith, and then slowly work her down.

Stone: Nonetheless though, Faith’s never been one to give up easy, and she is slowly pulling herself to her feet!

Foxx: Romeo is standing there, just looking at TyranT, almost daring Faith to come at him!

Stone: Faith is glaring at Romeo and she takes a step closer, and a VICIOUS right hook! Faith takes Romeo to the mat and Romeo looks like he’s been shot!

Foxx: Faith lifts Romeo, whips him, Romeo hits the ropes and he rebounds, no, he hangs on and Faith has attempted a standing dropkick!

Stone: And look at her go down! Faith goes to the mat with one good leg and she’s holding onto her left one like it’s about to fall off! She’s most probably tweaked it after the early submission from Romeo.

Foxx: Strategy again! Romeo is just luring Faith, getting himself into perfect position and holding back at the last minute! This match is over, winner… Romeo!

Stone: It’s not over until the fat lady sings.

Foxx: I didn’t know your sister was a singer!

Stone: *Sigh*. Back to the match and Romeo forcefully pulls Faith up, and with a quick grapple, he delivers a technically sound suplex in the center of the ring to Faith, who must feel like the last drop of rain.

Foxx: Nice metaphor there stoner.

Stone: Thanks. Romeo drops a couple of knees to the leg of Faith there, further taking her out, TyranT looking on in displeasure and Romeo is climbing the turnbuckle!

Foxx: You know, Stone, Romeo is in great form tonight, he might pull off the symbolic victory here. With one Mackenzie behind him, what’s another to beat.

Stone: True, and he’s in the air! Romeo lands a diving leg drop to the injured leg of Faith and can you hear Faith yelp! She really needs to turn this around.

Foxx: So even you admit that she’s losing!

Stone: There’s no doubt. But people have come back from greater circumstances.

Foxx: True that. Romeo now going for a pin, and he’s got o- A SMASH TO THE HEAD!! TYRANT WITH THE BATON FIRMLY INTO ROMEO’S SKULL!!

Stone: What a shot, but isn’t this a DQ match, shouldn’t TyranT be calling for the bell now.

Foxx: No instead he’s calling for a mic. What does the champ want to say.

TyranT: Ah ain’t gonna let this Punk run wild on mah’ baby girl. Ah’m makin’ this match ah no DQ match. Ta.

Tyrant throws the mic back to the ringside crew and resumes his ref state of mind. Both wrestlers laid out in the center of the ring. Romeo massaging his head and Faith to her leg. A minute passes with both superstars lifting themselves with the aid of the ropes. Both to their feet at the same time, Romeo throws a quick glare to Tyrant before stepping forward and meeting Faith face to face in the center of the ring.

Foxx: It’s a showdown!

Stone: Definitely! Who will strike the first blow, though?

Foxx: Romeo connects with a left, and Faith with a right!

Stone: And again! These two fine wrestlers are dueling it out.

Foxx: This isn’t a boxing ring, but it could be after this is over…someone’s gonna get KO’d! Faith with a right hand and a left jab!

Stone: And to the bridge of the nose! There’s the left jab, a left hook across the temple, an uppercut palm to Romeo! And Faith takes a few steps back to connect with a running step-up enzuigiri to the dazed Romeo!

Foxx: Faith heads over to Romeo, and a vicious elbow to the side of Romeo’ head, Romeo now on his knees!

Stone: Romeo just keeps getting up, Faith can’t believe it! Maybe Romeo was right, from the start…maybe he is the man to conquer the TyranT.

Foxx: And Romeo is up! Faith goes for a strong fist but Romeo ducks it and positions he hand into the back of Faith’s left leg! He takes Faith down and Romeo now blasting Faith with a flurry of blows to the mid-section and head. Faith manages to get to her feet, however Romeo has bounced of the ropes and serves up a Shotgun Slam!!

Stone: Faith hits the mat, Romeo admires his work for a few moments before quickly exiting the ring and heading towards the ring bell corner, He’s grabbed a chair!

Foxx: Faith gets up slowly, but she shouldn’t! Look at Faith just struggling to stand! And she doesn’t even know Romeo is sliding into the ring wielding a chair! Ty’s not happy about this though.

Stone: Looks like we are going to have a Ty intervention here, He’s stepped up into Romeo’s face shaking his finger and head as he does he delivers a strong knee to the groin of Romeo, letting his Lethal Injection opponent fall to the mat, dropping the chair with the impact.

Tyrant lets a generous grip escape his cheeks as he drags the gasping Romeo and the chair into the nearest turnbuckle.

Foxx: What’s going to happen, Ty doesn’t look like he’s wanting to play fair now. He’s actively setting up Romeo for the receiving end of a seeming coast to coast.

Stone: Faith is up and she turns, only to see her opponent woozy in the corner with TyranT setting the chair up perfectly and pointing her to the turnbuckle, with a few seconds to brush off the pain, Faith lifts herself to the opposing turnbuckle, lifting herself to the top and readying herself for the shot.

Foxx: Something awesome is about to happen.

Stone: Faith steadies her balance, taking her time in the process. Tyrant seems to notice Romeo slowly regaining himself, but is it too late. Faith jumps!!

Foxx: AND ROMEO PULLS TYRANT IN BEHIND THE CHAIR AND SLIPS OUT OF THE RING!! FAITH DELIVERS A COAST TO COAST ON TYRANT!!!

Stone: TyranT is down, Romeo is up outside the ring, now rushing back into the ring and Faith is standing in awe, she just knocked out her father.

Foxx: YOU’VE KILLED TYRANT, YOU MORON!

Stone: Faith doesn’t seem to see Romeo creep into the ring behind her, he swiftly turns Faith around and executes a spin-out Uranage Slam, it connects perfectly. Both TyranT and Faith are down and Romeo is yelling for another ref.

As the situation stands a few moments pass before a ref runs down the ramp and slides into the ring.

Foxx: Come on Romeo! This is your chance to end it with a massive win, PIN HER! Wait he’s not going for it, He’s lifting Faith up again. What is it going to be?

Stone: He’s setting up the Spin-out Uranage Slam, And hits it, Romeo hits the STRONGARM TAKEOVER!!, however he’s not pinning Faith he’s got bigger plans as he follows it up with his deadly finisher… It’s WHITE DEATH!!

Foxx: This could be Tyrant at Lethal Injection, Faith is in no state of mind to free herself of this. And Romeo is putting an extreme amount of pressure on the hold!!

Stone: Faith is looking for a rope, they are too far, she tries to reach for Romeo, and he stops her with more pressure on her neck. She has no-where to go…SHE’S TAPPING!!!

Ella Vader: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via submission… ROMEOOOOOOOO!!!

Romeo (8.45 aps + 1.9 avs = 10.33 total)
Faith (8.43 aps + 0.6 avs = 9.05 total)

Stone: What a contest, what a victory… Romeo sending a clear message to TyranT, he cannot be stopped, he cannot be denied, FMW will soon be his.

Foxx: Well let him soak this in, he beat a young feeble girl, next time he faces a brute of a man.

Stone: Very true, Romeo can’t take it easy at Lethal Injection, however he knows now that he can’t expect any help from Faith, she was unwavering to hit her father, and in the end her feeling to her father cost her the match.

"Come to life" by Alter Bridge hits as the commentators continue to talk about the match in particular how Romeo might have the advantage over Tyrant come Lethal Injection. We see the man in conversation roll out of the ring and make his slow walk up the ramp, taking in the win accompanied by the boo’s. He continues to walk up the ramp until he reaches the top, turning around to see the devastation in the ring, with both Mackenzie’s still motionless in the ring. It seemed like the perfect ending to an awesome show, until…”TNT” by AC/DC bursts out of the PA.

Stone: OMG!! We know who that music belongs to…ABEL STEELE!! And he bursts out from the backstage area with his briefcase in hand. Romeo turns to see the man approach and WHACK a Briefcase shot to the face!!

Foxx: Hey Romeo how are you today?.. Smashing!!

Stone: Abel with a full head of steam sprinting to the ring, and sliding into the center and into the face of the ref. He hurriedly pushed the briefcase into the hands of the ref and turns around to see TyranT still out of it in the corner, however with Faith now crawled to position herself in-between Abel and TyranT, and with her fists lifted.

Foxx: The half beaten, fully muted girl is going to take on Charley with his golden ticket here. I think tonight is the end of the Tyranny!!

Stone: Well Steele doesn’t think so as he turns around and grabs the briefcase from the stunned ref. He’s lifted his finger from the trigger.

Foxx: What are you doing boy, you don’t want to become champion!?

Abel calls for a mic

Foxx: You planning on talking Tyrant to death…you stupid rookie!!

Stone: Shhh, lets here what he has to say.

Abel: Haha, I could be lifting the champ up right now and delivering the knockout blow, pinning the man and becoming the champ…

Foxx: Well at least he knows how stupid he is for not doing it.

Abel: But you see, it’s not about the speed of it, or the ability to become a champion in a second, it’s about making a statement.

Stone: Strong words here from Abel Steele.

Abel: So tonight, I’m putting both TyranT and Romeo on notice, I ain’t looking to hold onto this briefcase forever, heck I don’t think I’ll make it to June with it. But right now I’m gonna say it… I could be the champ at anytime at any place. Could have been tonight, but its not good enough. Cause I don’t want to just be the champ, I want to knock the ex-champ out, til he won’t have the balls to try and regain it.

Foxx: He’s taking the talk, but can he follow through?

Abel: So remember boys, I’m here, and I’m waiting. Its not going to be tonight, but who knows, maybe Lethal Injection will serve me better.

Abel drops the mic and lifts the briefcase up with a cocky grin highly evident in his face as he stares off to the motionless TyranT and the defensive Faith.

Stone: Abel with some strong words tonight, putting Lethal Injection onto the list of possible times to cash in. But the big statement is that Romeo managed to overcome the biased scenario of Faith and Tyrant and send the message that he is ready and he can overcome the big boss man.

Foxx: And free FMW of its delinquents, don’t forget that.

Stone: There is that, but by any means, Lethal Injection has shaped up to be a solid outing for FMW, and its now with the closure of Supremacy that we cast our eyes to it. I’m Stone and this Foxx and we will see you at Lethal Injection. Where boys will become men and where opportunities will reign down.

Foxx: You’re such a cheesy ass.

Stone: And with that comment, we will see you then. Stay safe FMW.

OOC: And thats a show people.

Huge props to the staff. Some of you guys took this as an opportunity to rise and others to fall. But to those who rose, you'll be rewarded, with firstly my humble gratitude.

Anywho, this is my first show as the Head Writer, so please any comments about the show please post as I do wish to hear how much of a success/failure it was.

But most importantly enjoy the read.

+ Speed - This show was out very fast. Hiccups along the way, but well done.

+ Stretcher match was brilliant, I lol'd.

+ Caprice/Striker and Celt/Quint were extremely well written.

+ Holy Shit! Hatchet and Virus and Dunnwod and Jaro Oh My! GOON SQUAD!

+ Bryson at the end of the Bloody Saints match (well written match) was amazing. Props to the writer, though why the hell were Drew and Seth "going ecstatic" watching Mark's lips get sewn up. This doesn't seem like something they would be happy about, especially not ecstatic.

+ The Main Event. No more words need be said.

- The Drew/Bryson segment was a miss for me. Too many people that wouldn't have been there in the situation, just didn't work.

- The Syanide/Caesar match. I didn't like the ref being so vocal in the match, it took away from it for me. Also the way he was written, I read him with a 30's gangster voice.



Great show, good work Leon and to the staff.

O'Rion returns!

The Good:

Many of the matches, save for one or two, were very well done. The ones that stood out were the Stretcher match, the I Quit, and Harley/Celt match. Those were fine reads.

Yay Alex O!

Drew got Tebowned. Maybe the seg wasn't done as it should have been but it was damn funny.

Bryson was uber villianous.

Good showing for Seth, tying Drew Michaels.

A lot of debuts this show. Hope they stick around.

Really good turnaround too. Well done for your first go Leon and co.

Teased cash-in was nice as well.

Big time score for Kaoru

Crow with the huge upset. Well done sir!

Jambulance FTW.


The Bad:

Damn you no-shows.

Tough Break for Leon, but emphatic win for Skyler. I'd look out for Syanide if I were you though.

Didn't get the point of Dunnwood's address to Skyler but whatever.

I blame myself for this, but I notice that it is really hit or miss when it comes to writing RCA in matches, I see this as a miss. I'll do better to help rectify that.

Scorpio retiring.

Poor Mark, lol.


Overall, the good really outweighs the bad. Very fine show here and onward to Lethal Injection.

OOC: I enjoyed everything about this show, it threw gasoline on the fire that is LI and that is what I think we wanted.

I see a good vs evil fight brewing on Corruption in the near future, as well as possible break downs in between Crash Scene.

I think my favorite match was the UV Match, both hard efforts there and a good match overall. Kudos to whoever took it.

Also Austin we were in the Georgia Dome and not Phillips Arena, don't worry I've done that more than once myself

Now let us move on to Lethal Injection, and continue with the whoopins.

That was sweet.

No joke, Leon, you and everyone else who had a hand in it rocked that shit. Highlights for me were Harley / Celt, Skyler / Leon and Ro / Faith. The stretcher match was a fun read too, but call me old-fashioned, I'm a sucker for a good singles match.

IC: Hey. Hey, Christian and Axel and anyone else who didn't think I was the real deal. That makes two.

David GS - King of the Clusterfuck.... Bow Down!

Clarke wrote:

David GS - King of the Clusterfuck.... Bow Down!

OOC: You so cannot give anyone that title till they've won at least one Hayabusa Cup or Mt. Vesuvius lol.

In character response and more detailed OOC response to follow.

FINE! JERK!

Nickname withdrawn. Sorry DGS, blame Alex O'Ares.

OOC: Well he must at least be the Duke of clusterfucks?

Clarke wrote:

FINE! JERK!

Nickname withdrawn. Sorry DGS, blame Alex O'Ares.

OOC: I earned that title fair and square in my first year

Leon Caprice wrote:

OOC: Well he must at least be the Duke of clusterfucks?

This.

OOC: Awesome job overall.

A couple of the backstage segments felt a little dry to me but they did have some decent pacing.

Hats off to all the writers and to Leon especially for getting the show in on such a quick turnaround.

ooc: Just checking in to see if the show had been posted, but why.... why do you people enjoy beating up poor little Marky Mark!?!?!

Cause he was fun when he was Marky Mark...

Mark Johansson just simply sucks though.

OOC: Congrats on your aps Mark, I'm pretty sure thats a PB.

OOC: My bad.

OOC: My previous message was all meant to be OOC. As right now, Leon is unable to give his opinion.

OOC: See my above post. I didn't know all of it was OOC.

OOC: The show was awesome!! I am a big fan of the choose your fighter graphic...It gives it a definate big show feel. I enjoyed all th matches but the stand outs definately were the stretcher match and the Quint/Celt match followed by the Main event...Abel is a bad ass!!!

IC: I feel change a comin'....Bob Dylan said it once and I agree with him...If this show did anything for us it showed that the status quo ain't no fun....The FMW is set for change and so am I!! Trey and I will bring this company to its knees, and then smack it around just for fun!! But now I need a beer!!!!

I...find myself so disappointed with this evening.

So, so disappointed. We saw Ammunition's so-called best fail to beat people that are OBVIOUSLY not in his league, hell he wouldn't even put up the title being the premier fighting champion and all. We still have a damn drug addict as champion. We saw a man who symbolizes the 'bright future of FMW' basically beat on a woman without much provocation. And to top it all off, Kaoru stole a pinfall that I clearly had. But you know, I had it coming. I blind tagged him, he returned the favor. But, what bugs me about this match is that I find myself always taking the maggot-brained fucks such as Abel Steele lightly. Did you see that shit?

DID YOU SEE IT? I was absolutely atrocious out there. I knew I didn't give much of a shit about this match, but for much of the duration of the contest, I was little more than target practice for Abel Steele, who is rather talented for what he is but still.

Target Practice, FMW. That's what I was. And despite me letting Abel have his way (I mean for Christ-sakes I have a four inch, 20 pound advantage over the fuck and am one of the naturally strongest people in FMW), he still lost. I am ashamed at the fact that me, clearly taking a night off was not enough for him to beat me. It should make you wonder about this man's chances against me at Lethal Injection, provided I bring my A-game.

You all did not bear witness to my Supremacy and you should consider yourself lucky that I did not smite anyone with the Hand of God called Occam's Razor.

Oh well, at least Alex O'Rion is back. The Road to Ultimatum 3 may have just begun for me.

I think the idea is that Mark Johansson is the new Nick Bryson - the guy who gets shit-kicked every show used to be Nick's gimmick. That's the whole reason for the feud, you've taken his place as the whipping boy and he wants his schtick back. lolololol.


As for this show, kind of underwhelmed to be honest. A lot of big things happened like Hatchet and Alex O'Rion's returns to FMW, and Scorpio's retirement, and if you scrolled a bit too much you'd completely miss them. It seemed like more effort was put into unnecessary, frivolous segments than into the big moments.

A lot of hype for the Elimination Chamber, which was nice. Some of it was pretty dry though.

Drew Michaels/Nick Bryson segment was just terrible. Who thought any of that made any sense? TJ Tilli's apperance at the end didn't make me laugh, it was just annoying. That may have been one of the worst segments we've ever done.

But somehow, the Nick Bryson segment later in the show more than made up for it, however. Great, twisted stuff right there.

The show did get better as it went along. Broken Saints match was pretty glorious, and the main event, with the Abel Steele fake-out was TREMENDOUS. Major props Leon.

The most beautiful thing about this show was the number of superstars who arrived to FMW. This show can be looked back on as the show that guys like Gabriel Crow, Kaoru Hanayama, and David GS really made a name for themselves. Excellent work by those three gentlemen.