FMW presents Circus Maximus I - RESULTS

The scene opens to Veronica Cherrywood and Celeste Rousseau standing in front of a large Circus Maximus logo. In front of them is a large tumbler, within the tumbler are the 29 numbered balls that will decide the order of entry into Mount Vesuvius.

Rousseau: In front of us in this tumbler are the numbers that will determine the order of entry into the most star-studded and monstrous match ever in professional wrestling, Mount Vesuvius.

Cherrywood: One by one, each of the 29 men who have yet to be assigned a entry number will walk into this room, reach into the tumbler, and seal their fate. Celeste and I will be on hand to get reactions and predictions from all the superstars of Full Metal Wrestling.

Rousseau: Oh! Here comes one now!

Gregory Stevens marches into the room, a high level of intensity can be read of his face as he approaches the tumbler.

Rousseau: Gregory! How are you feeling about the big match tonight?

Stevens grabs the microphone from Celeste, and the camera zooms in on his face.

Stevens: Tonight at Circus Maximus, when I, Gregory Stevens, step foot on Mount Vesuvius I will have one thing on my mind. Victory. Tonight is the rebirth of Gregory Stevens. Too often in this company have I been overlooked and taken for granted. But that all ends now! Tonight I make my impact on Full Metal Wrestling.

Stevens pauses for a moment closes his eyes, composes himself before opening his eyes again.

Stevens: Jaro, you can count yourself lucky that you’re not in the match tonight. But remember, you can run but you can’t hide. Revenge is a bitch. Speaking of revenge, Mr. Maniac, I’m coming for you... tonight! I'll be seeing you out there.

Stevens drops the mic and turns towards the tumbler, he reaches his arm in and pulls out a ball. He looks at the ball and then pockets it, his facial expression never changing.

Rousseau: How do you feel about your number?

Stevens: It doesn’t make a difference when I enter, Tonight is my night…

Stevens turns and leaves. Suddenly, just as Stevens has left the room, a bright silvery flash envelops the room. When the smoke from the flash clears Veronica and Celeste scream and point at the tumbler, the camera swings around and finds that Orochi has magically appeared inside the tumbler, squashed and hardly able to move, he picks up a ball and in another silver flash he’s gone.

Veronica: I hope he didn’t damage any of the balls…


Larsen: The greatest pay per view in the history of Full Metal Wrestling, Circus Maximus, is kicking off now!

Morpheus: I'll have to agree with you this time Robbie, this is a big show.

Larsen: What are your thoughts on our first match, a triple threat match for the Television title?

Morpheus: It was a ballsy move on the part of Syanide to challenge both members of the Hoodstarz to a title match, but with everything we've seen this man do in that ring, in a rare occasion, the champ has to be the favorite in this one.

The familiar beat of "Neck of The Woods" by Birdman and Lil Wayne gets a pop from the crowd, as the ever popular Mac Deezy, and newly returned Infinity make their way to the ramp

Cherry: This is a triple threat match, and it is for the FMW Television Title. Introducing first, the challengers. First, weighing in at 206 lbs, from Richmond, California, this, is, INFINITY!

And accompanying him to the ring, the second member of the triple threat match, weighing in at 180 lbs, from Oakland, California, Maaac Deeezy!

Larsen: Interesting to see these two men coming down to the ring as a tag team. They look to be on the same page, and the title of that book is "How to Beat Syanide"

Morpheus: This is ridiculous Larsen, these two wanna roll in da hood together, hittin ghetto rats and pimpin' hoes, that's fine, but this is a triple threat match, every man for himself with gold on the line. Are these guys really going to roll over for the other when push comes to shove?

Cherry: And introducing, The FMW Television Champion!

Halo explodes from the arena PA, the familiar, and now somewhat haunting tune of SOiL, sending chills down the spine of every member of the audience of the non-white persuasion.

Cherry: He hails from Venice Beach, California, and weighs in at 252 lbs. The leader of the 4th Reich, This....Is....Syaniiiide!

Syanide walks with a slow but determined pace towards the ring, ignoring the taunts and profane remarks of a crowd clearly not on his side. A slight smile creeps onto his face at the sight of his two opponents, and he dashes towards the ring.

Larsen: This one's starting in a hurry Morph, the Sadistic Skinhead dives into the ring and is already unloading heavy shots to both members of The Hoodstarz.

Morpheus: You never like to give your opponent any extra motivation going into a match, anything that will make him stronger. But when it's the color of your skin, what the hell can you do?

Larsen: There goes Mac Deezy out to the floor, after a thick right hand from Syanide, and to be honest, it's probably the safest place for him. The bad news is that leaves his tag team partner Infinity in the ring alone with the leader of the 4th Reich.

Morpheus: It's almost scary, the smile we saw on Syanide's face has only gotten bigger as this match goes on. He almost seems to be excited at the opportunity to fight both men at once. Two birds with one very large stone as it were.

Syanide is stalking Infinity who has very quickly begged off into a corner.

Larsen: I don't know what Infinity is looking for here, but if it's mercy, he's clearly mistaken.

Syanide continues smiling as he rains in blows to Infinity in the corner. A set of close to 12 punches now in the past, Syanide scoops up Infinity, locking him in a tree of Woe

Morpheus: That tree is always a dangerous place to be Larsen, even more so when it's Syanide putting you there.

Syanide kneels on the apron, on the left side of the post, wrapping his forearm around the neck of Infinity

Larsen: There are so many ways to lock in a Dragon Sleeper, but I have NEVER seen one like this. Hanging from the Tree of Woe, Syanide on the apron, using the turnbuckles to apply more pressure to Infinity's back, as he wrenches up on the neck, and this one could be over sooner than we thought!

Morpheus: Ah, but remember, this is a triple threat match, and Syanide has his back turned to a man with a pimp cane handy at all times.

Infinity is screaming in pain at this point, though his screams are beginning to soften as blood rushes to his head, when he is saved by Mac Deezy, who crushes Syanide with the Pimp Cane to the back of the head.

Larsen: That's a hell of a shot, and a hell of a tumble off the apron for the Television champ, but look! He's already getting up! With Infinity still in a heap in the corner, and the cane broken, Mac Deezy's future is not looking bright!

Morpheus: Look at that little monkey run!

Larsen: .......

Morpheus: WHAT?! It's Howard Cosell! A sports reporting icon! Back to the match.

Larsen: Mac Deezy is circling the ring trying to avoid the champion, and look at this, he hangs a sharp right at the entrance ramp, and he's headed out of here!

Morpheus: Smart man. If he'd stayed at ringside, Syanide might have made him his next human Chandelier.

Larsen: Syanide has stopped the chase, but still has that same sadistic smile on his face. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Mac Deezy, why would he be so happy the FMW Pimp is escaping his grasp?

Mac Deezy is backing up the ramp, running down Syanide verbally, when suddenly he feels something blocking his exit. Reaching one hand back to feel what the blockage could be, he realizes quickly that it is rather, someone.

Morpheus: Because he had a plan Larsen! Genius! He knew one of the Hoodstarz might try to escape, and there he is, the protégé of the 4th Reich, Adema Aeries at the top of the ramp, stopping Deezy from running away!

Deezy falls down at the sight of Aeries, and starts to scramble back towards the ring side area, into the hands of Syanide, who throws him into the ring. Aeries follows them to the ring, and brings a steel chair inside the ropes.

Larsen: The odds just evened out for the champ, but that wasn't the point of this match! It's supposed to be a triple threat, not a tag match! What is Aeries doing here?

Morpheus: Calm down hero, Aeries hasn't touched anyone yet. This is still in the rules of the match.

Larsen: Syanide having no difficulty getting his hands dirty as he mounts Mac Deezy and weaves in strikes to the head and body. Most people forget what an accomplished Mixed Martial Artist Syanide was before signing in FMW.

Pulling Deezy up to his feet now, Syanide looks like he may be ready to end this match, and he's pointing to Aeries, who is still holding that steel chair!

Morpheus: He's telling Aeries to hold Mac Deezy up, and look how Double A is doing it! One arm around the chest, and under the arms of Deezy, the other holding the steel chair to the back of Deezy's head! This is going to cost extra to get the janitor to clean.

Larsen: And Syanide sets up, and there it is! The Arrowhead Shot! And Mac Deezy's head is trapped between the force of the kick, and the steel chair in Adema's hand! Mac Deezy crumples to the mat, he's out cold! Syanide laughing as he goes for the cover, while Aeries holding down Infinity, and the ref is too scared not to count!

One!

Two!

Three!

Cherry: The Winner of the match, and Stilll FMW Television Champioooonn, SYANIDE!!!!

Syanide (4.35 aps + 4.1 vote = 8.45 total)
Infinity (0.0 aps + 0.1 vote = 0.1 total)
Mac Deezy (0.0 aps + 0.0 vote = 0.0 total)

Larsen: Syanide retains his title, and when you think about it Morph, it was thought that out of everyone with a match tonight before Mount Vesuvius, Syanide had it the worst, having to fight two men, but this was a cake walk!

Morpheus: All this did was fire up his blood lust, and tonight in Mount Vesuvius, Syanide is going to be one step ahead of the rest of the pack. And with his protégé as his side, who can stop him?

Larsen: And they're not done yet Morph!

Adema Aeries kneels over the fallen Pimp and hammers him with rights and lefts, while Syanide has picked up Infinity, and is standing in front of the ropes, yelling at a predominantly black section of the crowd.

Holding the steel chair in hand, Syanide applies a front face lock to Infinity, setting up for what looks like a DDT. He then positions the chair with both hands, pressing it up against the throat of Infinity.

Larsen: Syanide has shown tonight that that smile on his face is a dangerous thing to his opponents, what could he be setting up for here? OH MY GOD! Syanide dropping down in a modified DDT, driving the chair into the mat, forcing it up into the throat of Infinity! That could crush the man's windpipe! Infinity flies off the impact and hits against the ropes!

Morpheus: And look at Syanide waiting on the mat for him. He's a smart man, he knows how gravity works, and here comes Infinity, crashing to the mat, and into the waiting arms of Syanide!

Larsen: Syanide reaches up and a Complete Shot on Infinity driving him face first to the canvas, and Syanide still has not let go! He rolls back onto his shoulders, and applies the Koji Clutch! Stretching out the now crushed windpipe of Infinity, some one needs to stop this before that young man gets killed out here!

Morpheus: Even I'm a little queasy right now...

Adema Aeries laughs as security tries to pull Syanide off of Infinity, who is not moving at all...

Larsen: This is so disgusting and uncalled for, let's cut back to Veronica and Celeste with the ball tumbler in the back ASAP...

In the now familiar setting of the tumbler room, Celeste Rousseau and Veronica Cherrywood chat among themselves as they await the next FMW superstar in enter. Moments later, The Doubloons, Guybrush Treepwood and King Guiomar walk into the room flanked by Sevente.

Guybrush: Let's get this over with…

Guiomar: Indeed, after you my friend.

Threepwood reaches into the tumbler and pulls out a number.

Guybrush: Not bad, not bad.

Guiomar: Let's see what the Gods have in store for me tonight.

King Guiomar extends his arm and reaches inside the tumbler, he rolls some of the balls around before selecting one. He looks at it and lets out a hearty laugh. Over his shoulderm Guybrush is peering at the number also. A look of shock appears on his face.

Guybrush: How about as a sign of trust and friendship we, eh, swap entry numbers.

Guiomar nods before reaching his arm out with his entry number in the palm of his hand, Threepwood reaches to grab it but as soon as he’s fingertips away Guiomar closes his hand and pulls it back.

Guybrush: How about no, you slimey knave!

Guiomar laughs while Threepwood curses under his breath.

Threepwood: Fair enough my friend, fair enough…..OH LOOK SOMEONE’S RATHER ATTRACTIVE COUSIN!

Quickly Guiomar and Sevente turn around to look in the direction that Threepwood was pointing, seizing the opportunity Threepwood leaps forward, hands outstretched, at Guiomar’s hand which holds the ball. Moments before impact, Guiomar scratches his head and Guybrush lands face first on the floor with a thud, both Servente and Guiomar turn around and stare at Threepwood lying on the floor.

Guiomar: Good try my swashbuckling friend, but there was no rather attractive cousin, was there?

Threepwood: No….

Sevente: BITCH!

Guiomar helps Treepwood to his feet again.

Guiomar: It doesn’t matter when we enter, all that matters is that once inside we stand side by side and fight together as one.

Threepwood: You’re right, I’ll make sure that by the time you make your way into the cage that our opponents will be well softened up.

Guiomar: Ripe for the picking…

Threepwood: Argh…

Guiomar: Argh?

Threepwood: Marketing said I should say it more often. Let's go.

The Doubloons and Servente turn to leave the tumbler room. As they are leaving cYnical along with Smoochy walk in. He marches straight up to the tumbler and removes a number, he reads it and then shows it to Smoochy.

Smoochy: Ribbet Ribbet Croak?

cYnical: Doesn’t really matter, I’m there until the end. 29 men are about to be cleansed by my flame.

Cherrywood: cYnical, a quick word. Do you feel you have what it takes to bounce back from losing your Television Championship to Syanide and win this match tonight?

cYnical: Syanide will get his sooner or later. As for winning Mount Vesuvius, I WILL reach that FLAME. I will STEP INTO it. I will burn, but I will NOT perish. The one true g()d of professional wrestling will make his triumphant return, and a new Era shall begin: The Era of The Flame. And nobody can stop that, not Syanide, not anybody.

A clapping is heard behind cYnical, he turns around to be faced with the Full Metal Champion Ethan Black.

Black: Daniel, I was on my way to the ring when I couldn’t help but overhear your little speech. Very nice.

cYnical steps up to the imposing frame of the champion.

cYnical: Best of luck tonight Ethan.

Black: Oh, how noble of you Daniel, I though you’d wish nothing but pain on me.

cYnical: No you're wrong. You see I’m the only person to pin you in Full Metal Wrestling, I’m the only man who knows how to beat you. Not only do I have my number, Ethan, but I also have yours.

Ethan Black just scoffs at cYnical turns and leaves.

Celeste Rousseau: I am here with The C-4 Champion Dr. David Diabolical, Dangerous by Design and Lord Fusion, better known as The New Masters of Earth. So David, tonight it will be every man for himself in the Mount Vesuvius match.

Dr. David Diabolical: Before you go on, it will NOT be every man for themselves tonight. Tonight N.M.E fights as one. Unlike other stables, we will not divide just because we have a chance of winning. We will stick together. Celeste you can speak now.

Celeste Rousseau: Um…. Thanks? Anyway Flar..

Flare grabs Celeste and pins her up against a wall.

Flare: DO NOT call me by that name. I am NOT FLARE! I am The Prince of Pretty!

The Prince of Pretty grabs the mirror and stares deeply into it.

Celeste Rousseau: Lord Fusion, do you feel you have a lot to prove tonight against the C-4 Champion?

Lord Fusion: Did young Anakin Skywalker have a lot to prove when Obi-Wan-Kenobi took him under his wing?

Celeste looks at Fusion with a blank look.

Lord Fusion: You bet his ass he did. And tonight…

A backstage worker accidentally bumps into Fusion as he walks past.

Worker: Sorry bro.

Lord Fusion: Excuse me for a second.

Fusion draws his light saber and then ignites it.

Lord Fusion: You picked the wrong day to mess with this sith!

Fusion chases the guy off screen. Swings from the light saber can we heard as well as screams. Fusion returns with a blood soaked robe.

Celeste Rousseau: Now Hostyle, what will you do if it comes down to you or Fl….. The Prince of Pretty?

Hostyle: Regardless if it's Prince or Doc who I end up facing off against, it'll still mean a win for NME. The most important part is that we make sure that we see to it that we each outlast the rest of the pack. We have the numbers advantage over everyone else, which means that we have the best chance to win it all. The preferred result is for Doc, Prince, and I to remain the final 3, and if that happens, then may the best NME win. Sorry guys I got to go get something to drink.

Celeste Rousseau: So there you have it, tonight N.M.E is working a team.


‘Duel of the Fates’ plays LORD FUSION to the ring as Buster Cherry introduces him…

Cherry: Weighing in at a crisp 217 pounds, hailing from Austin, Texas representing the NME, the Sith Lord, the hammer of Dr. Diabolical, the legendary…..LORD FUUUUSSSIIIOOOONNN!!!!!!!

Stone: And Fusion doesn’t even acknowledge the announcement or these people. Eric Shun checks him over for weapons, as he sits there covered by his robe.

Foxx: Isn’t it a Tunic?

Stone: No. It’s not.

Foxx: Are You sure?

Stone: Call the goddamn match!

Foxx: That hasn’t started yet?

Stone: Die.

"The Show Must Go On" by Queen blares as the Champ walks down the ramp, eyes locked on the ring.

Cherry: Weighing in at a lightning fast 185 pounds… The C-4 Champion….Hailing from Brooklyn, NEWWWWW YOORR…..

Showstoppa leans into Buster Cherry, whispering something. Cherry protests, but then confirms as Show is in no mood to be trifled with.

Cherry: Correction, the 2 TIME C-4 Champion. The Innovator of the Brooklyn Bounce. The artist behind the Showtune… The patriarch of a Dynasty, the man who taught you how to say FUCK THE WORLD, the one who raised up a Gathering, The Full Metal Alchemist, and as the belt on his shoulder states, the best wrestler of this or any other generation… hailing from a place much better than this…to good to defend his championship in front of you Neanderthal greaseballs… THE FUCKING GOD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING… This….Is…… Showstoppa!

Foxx: AND LISTEN TO THE HERO’S WELCOME!

Chants of ‘THIS SHOW SUCKS’ fill the arena, which gets a single finger salute from the Boy King.

Stone: The referee checks Showstoppa over…and wait here…he’s motioning to his earpiece.

The Referee mutters to Buster Cherry, and Cherry grabs the mic again.

Cherry: By order of the CEO, THIS MATCH IS NOW FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

Foxx: And the Champion is livid! He yanks the title off his shoulder and flings it at Cherry, screaming at him!

Stone: If he doesn’t like hardcore brawls, he should stay the hell away from Anarchy.

Foxx: Stop being a Jaro flunkie! This is preposterous. Jaro has some balls to do this with MOUNT VESUVIUS looming later tonight!

Stone: I know who signs my check. Show kicks the rope in frustration, tossing his shirt to the crowd…

Foxx: And that REPEAT OFFENDER T-shirt is on sale at the FMW Store for only $19.95! Operators are standing by at either FMWWRESTLING.COM or 1-800-FMWGEAR!

Stone: Pay those bills, boyo. Might I point out for the un-initiated that the Rise of the Significant Others is also chronicled in the GREATER SIGNIFIGANCE dvd available at said FMW store?

Foxx: You might, and I might point out that they are available in a package for a mere $29.95!

Stone: Top that ‘insane deal’, Don West.

Foxx: and we’re gonna tie up here…Show offers a handshake? After all this? Are you kidding?

Stone: He still considers that man his brother.

Foxx: he beat down his beau!

Stone: And Sometimes you have to kick your bro…oh my. Diddly slapped him! Then spit in his face!

Foxx: There is no Diddly, Only Fusion.

Stone: Fusion lifts his robe…and it’s the Prince of Pretty! They are the same height, I didn’t notice! P.o.P. laughs at the irate Showstoppa…

Foxx: And Show nearly beheads him with a HUGE lariat! He’s ghettostomping him!

Stone: And now from the crowd, Diddly chopblocks the knee!

Foxx: Lord Fusion! Not Diddly!

Stone: Diddly poo. The referee gets Prettyboy and the robe out of the ring…Big time chop from Fusion sends Show falling into the to the ropes, who promptly rolls to the floor.

Foxx: another official helps Pretty to the back as Show looks up in the ring at his former partner.

Stone: Show seems to be shaking out that knee which took the chopblock whilst rationalizing what’s about to happen.

Foxx: Show up on the apron, Fusion charges and Show hops back down to the floor.

Stone: The referee finally backs Fusion up as Show enters the ring, shaking his head in disgust.

Foxx: Lord Fusion with a page from Show’s book, big time roundhouse, but Show blocks.

Stone: Thrust kick, Show catches, and tosses aside. Backchop Show sidesteps.

Foxx: Show with a headscissor takeover, Fusion charges and eats a hiptoss, stepover legdrop finds noone home for the Show man, and Diddly fires off a roundhouse to the face…

Stone: Which is caught by the Pontiff of the Promo, and he capitalizes with a leg trip before dropping an elbow and scissoring an arm.

Foxx: Diddly quickly to the ropes…

Stone: And Show promptly breaks, stepping off to let his opponent up.

Foxx: The Champion seems very passive here.

Stone: Yes, it’s almost as if he’s said for a week or so he didn’t want this match.

Foxx: And Fusion connects on a knee strike into an irish whip, quick arm drag!

Stone: Wowza! Show backs off, in the ropes for a moment to collect himself.

Foxx: Fusion fires off another kick which Show sidesteps, and Show gets Fusion in a headlock…and lets him go!

Stone: I don’t know If Show will…

Foxx: He lays down! Are you kidding?

Stone: and Fusion stomps him right in the midsection!

Foxx: Show writhes in agony, and Fusion nails him with his own ‘queer kick’! He’s got the champ knocked stupid!

Stone: COVER! And Fusion lets him up, realizing Show will just let him win this non-title Match.

Foxx: And Show slowly gets to a vertical base clutching his midsection.

Stone: Fusion shoots him off the ropes, but telegraphs his back body attempt which Show rolls through and hits him with a stepover leg trip!

Foxx: Show had him sized up there, but couldn’t pull the trigger with a kick. He just couldn’t!

Stone: Fusion to his feet, challenging Showstoppa to a test of strength!

Foxx: And the taller, stronger Fusion powers Showstoppa down, who falls onto his back and monkey flips Fusion over…

Stone: Fusion walks right into a double leg takedown… Show circles behind, barring the arm.

Foxx: And Lord Fusion is cursing up a storm as Show tries to wrestle. Fusion wants to FIGHT!

Stone: Fusion charges right into a fireman’s carry…Show’s GO TO SLEEP variant, The Northstar Knee incoming….Show hesitates…

Foxx: Fusion wiggles free and shoves Show into the ropes, before immobilizing him with a backcracker!

Stone: Fusion sizes him up….FUSION CUTTER connects! All Lord Fusion at this stage of the matchup.

Foxx: The C-4 Champion’s neck is on the wrong end of a headlock, but he’s to a vertical base and is free with a back body suplex!

Stone: Show loaded up for another kick but AGAIN allows Fusion up! The champ takes him right back down with another arm drag… and lets him up once more!

Foxx: For the second time tonight…he offers his hand. What a twit.

Stone: This time it actually is Fusion, however. But…NO! Fusion throws a sick throat thrust right into Show’s pipes, and Show rolls to the floor, coughing up a lung!

Foxx: The C-4 Champion looks up in the ring and shakes his head in disgust at his former ally. Is he leaving ?

Stone: He’s walking away!

Foxx: He’s walking right down the aisle… and Hostyle races in through the curtain and tackles him, raining fists!

Stone: And the champ turns the tables, but Hostyle goes to the eyes and sends him into the guardrail! ‘Style is choking him, and I think he just said …

Foxx: ‘Johnny’s next’ and Show has damn near snapped. He BIT Hostyle on the arm, and is kicking a hole in this kid’s ribs! He crotches him on one side of the aisle way, and flies off the other barricade with a Hesitation Dropkick! Hostyle is in the second row!

Stone: And his teeth are in the fifth!

Foxx: But Fusion just low-blowed Show…CRADLE DDT on the ramp!

Stone: He tosses the now limp Champion through the curtain to the backstage area…follow them!

Foxx: And Fusion sends Show into that delivery bay door…and follows with a stinger splash!

Stone: Show slumps to the floor…and finally Diddly covers.

Foxx: LORD Fusion, not Diddly… lets the Boy King up.

Stone: Diddly asserts himself here, scoopslamming Show onto the roof of that Town Car!

Foxx: Where’s he…He’s ATOP THE PRODUCTION TRUCK! He stole Show’s move! Brooklyn Bounce atop the car! Cover!

Stone: Wait…It’s Dr. David Diabolical! The Doctor is motioning for Fusion to pick him up... David signals for the DNR…through the windshield?!??!?

Foxx: But Show’s grabbed by the ankle and pulled away from certain death by Mass Chaos…WHO GORES DIABOLICAL through the WINDSHIELD!

Stone: the NME has taken their toll, but I think they’ve all been neutralized as Fusion whips Show into that hotdog cart!

Foxx: Fusion steps back and steadies himself, looking to end this… SHOW countered with a drop toe hold! OH MY GOD!

Stone: Fusion’s hand went right into the grease trap!

Foxx: Oh lord almighty! That’s sick!

Stone: And Showstoppa doesn’t followup, he’s looking concerned for Fusion…and he gets a burned greasy hand around the gullet for his trouble!

Foxx: Chokeslam on the concrete!

Stone: Fusion drags the convulsing body of his former best friend into the bathroom, what the hell?

Foxx: And he’s dunking his head into that toilet….Show’s thrashing….but…he’s…he stopped.

Stone: Diddly covers him. He drowned his friend in the toilet…after burning his own hand in hotdog grease!

Foxx: referee finally in position, but Showstoppa kicks out!

Stone: I think that was a spasm…he just spit up water!

Foxx: Fusion drags him by the feet back out of the rest room and pulls him up.

Stone: SPINAL FUSION ONTO THE REMAINS OF THE HOTDOG CART!

Foxx: And now Fusion’s walking away…

Stone: He’s rummaging for something… He’s got that Lightsabre, again!

Foxx: He brains Show! But Show’s punchdrunk! He won’t fall!

Stone: He takes another shot and staggers, Fusion swings around and connects with a white Russian legsweep with the ‘sabre which cracks!

Foxx: Show is on his back, unconscious as Fusion is trying to get up…

Stone: what in God’s name is he doing?

Foxx: He’s ramping up the jukebox, It’s time for a Showtune!

Stone: You don’t think he’d…

Foxx: yes he would, but Show’s not getting up!

Stone: Just Cover him, Fusion! You’ve won!

Foxx: This was never about winning, Stone.

Stone: You’re right, he wants to completely and utterly destroy Showstoppa.

Foxx: Fusion has given up on the Showtune for the time being… and goes to spatula up what’s left of the C-4 champion, AND SHOW GOT HIM WITH THE GREASE TRAP BETWEEN THE EYES!

Stone: thank God, it’s been off for a few minutes since the cart was steamrolled, but I don’t think Fusion can see a Diddly at the moment.

Foxx: Aren’t you Witty? Fusion swings, Show ducks under and FINALLY retaliates, with a HUGE DUCKUNDER LARIAT!

Stone: Show is sensing the only way he can end this is with a pin, since Diddly seems unwilling to.

Foxx: He fires up a Showtune, but gets caught with a double A Spinebuster! Lord Fusion must have used the force!

Stone: I’m going to force my fist down your throat. I’d assume for the first time in prowrestling history, someone used the tapping sound before the superkick as a cue to duck!

Foxx: Blasphemer. Fusion looking for another DDT, but Show counters with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

Stone: This war has been tremendous, both men to their feet….Fusion charges, blinded by grease and rage…

Foxx: and gets caught with a release belly to belly suplex through that door!

Stone: Show stumbles through the remains of the door… and it’s Jaro’s office they’re in! O, DIOS MIO!

Jaro: GET THE FUCK OU…

Stone: SHOWTUNE ON THE BOSS! SHOWTUNE ON THE BOSS!

Showstoppa: Falls. Count. Anywhere. GAAAAKK!!!

Foxx: And Fusion is choking him with the phone cord!

Stone: Show with an elbow barrage, but Fusion won’t break the choke!

Foxx: Show hooks on the kiss of death sleeper into that complete shot variant, THE LONG KISS GOODNIGHT!

Stone: Right onto Jaro’s desk…he’s got the vicelock on tight! The referee checks Fusion’s arm….one…twice…THRICE! It’s OVER!

Cherry: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH…SSSSSSSSSHHHHOOOWWWWSSSTTOOPPPPPAAA!!!!!!

Showstoppa (4.23 aps + 3.6 vote = 7.83 total)
Lord Fusion (0.0 aps + 0.2 vote = 0.2 total) d

Foxx: And Show is pulled free, as Fusion lays in the remains of Jaro’s desk.

The Referee pulls the cord around from Show’s neck and raises his hand as he slumps down against the wall, trying to remain conscious. Jaro dusts himself off and pushes Fusion off the remains of his desk, pausing to check his jaw.

Jaro: GET THESE ASSHOLES OUT OF MY OFFICE, AND FIX MY DOOR!

Stone: Fusion had every play in Showstoppa’s gameplan down pat, so the Showman broke out something new to pickup the win!

Foxx: Showstoppa to his feet, staring down Jaro… and Fusion waylays him with a chair from behind! He rolls him onto Jaro’s desk….and Jaro is SCREAMING at them!

Stone: Fusion setting Show up for a piledriver on that oak desk! That desk didn’t break earlier, this could end Show’s career…

Foxx: But an irate Jaro shoves them, causing Fusion’s weight to shift…Show flails awkwardly backward and essentially hits Fusion with a BACKDROP DRIVER off the desk onto the concrete!

Stone: He’s twitching! Fusion is twitching! E.M.T.s swarm in to immobilize him, I think his neck is broken!

Foxx: And Showstoppa is screaming at Jaro, as the two are separated by security… He’s incensed!

Showstoppa: YOU KILLED HIM! YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!

Stone: And Jaro is clearly shocked… Security finally pulls Showstoppa out of the office.

Showstoppa (offscreen): I’m going to eat your heart for this, Jaro. Your fucking heart!

The paramedics gurney Fusion with his neck isolated, carefully loading him into the ambulance as Prince of Pretty and Dr. David look on. Showstoppa, who is held back by Mass Chaos and cYnical, shakes his head and walks away sobbing as we return to our commentary team at ringside, who are stunned, as the capacity crowd sits in a eerily quiet arena. The only sounds are the screeching tires and the wail of a siren as the ambulance guns it away from the arena.

We cut back to the ring where the lights quickly go out. Heavy, heavy drum beats kick in alongside a scratchy distorted electric guitar. It apparently sounds like "Brianstorm" by the Arctic Monkeys. Lights flash everywhere while many bright spotlights sweep all over the arena.

Song: Brian. Top marks for not tryin'.
So good of you to bless us with your effortlessness.
We're greatful and so strangely comforted.

Just then, two figures appear at the entrance. All the spotlights converge on them. It's Sheepster! And former-Beach-Boy Brian Wilson! Cheers ring out across the building. They each hold a bowl full of bagels. As they walk to the ring, the pick bagels out of their bowls and throw them into the frenzied audience. The Welsh Wondersheep circles the ring to meet all the front-row fans while Brian Wilson grabs a microphone and enters the ring. Once Sheepster climbs the ring-steps, Brian Wilson sits on the rope to allow Sheepster entry to the ring.

They stand in the middle of the ring as Brian Wilson holds the microphone up for Sheepster to speak.

Sheep: Viva la Sheep!

The crowd cheers.

Sheep: Hey guys. A lot of people are wondering why I came here to FMW, when I had a perfectly good exclusivity deal with *BLEEP*... Eh? Why are you bleeping out *BLEEP*?

Brian Wilson whispers in Sheepster's ear.

Sheep: Damn it. Fine. A lot of people are wondering why I came here to FMW, when I had a perfectly good exclusivity deal with... er... Lumpy Panda... Wax?

Most of the "more knowledgable" crowd laughs hysterically.

Sheep: Yeah. That works. Lumpy Panda Wax. Well, there are things happening with this Lumpy Panda Wax. It's not holding together so well. And rather than sticking with the Lumpy Panda Wax, I thought I'd restructure my contract to allow me to jump into the Finest Monkey Wax...

The crowd laughs again.

Sheep: ...which not only appears to be holding together much better than the Panda Wax, but it's not so lumpy either.

Brian Wilson whispers again.

Sheep: Oh. I can say FMW? I see. But I can't say *BLEEP*? Right. Anywho! As part of the deal for coming here, they made me a special surprise entrant in this Mount Vesuvius match. It sounds pretty scary with all those other people, and all that fire. But fear not, Sheepsterites! I've been training for this. I've had Brian Wilson chase me with flaming torches over chain fences all week. I can scale a 15ft steel cage faster than Spiderman. Seriously. I paid that Peter Parker fellow to have a race against me. He's rubbish!

The crowd laughs and cheers.

Sheep: All joking aside, I came here to win. I've been one of the greatest tag team champions of all time, along side my good friend Styxx. I've been part of one of the most dominant stables of all time along with Styxx and my mentor, cYnical. I know they're in this match too, but I'm here to try to make it on my own. I've always had bad luck when aiming for a singles title. I was a number one contender for over a year, but was never given a chance. I'm here to make it up to all the fans who wanted to see it at Lumpy Panda Wax. I guarantee you'll see it here... at Full Metal.

The crowd roars. Sheepster doesn't let it die down at all as he finishes his speech.

Sheep: Viva la Sheep!

The crowd continues to cheer wildly as Sheepster and former-Beach-Boy Brian Wilson leave the ring.

Foxx: Sheep always has been...a unique one. Good to see him here though.

A darkened is barely bathed in red light. The red glow illuminates Ethan Black sitting in a red throne. His right hand is clutched by Eve, who is seated in a throne next to him. Towering over the thrones is Abaddon, looks around the room and occasionally pauses to crack the knuckles of his massive hand. Standing to the side of Black's throne is War Machine and Styxx. Adrian stands to the right of Eve. Adrian plays with the hair of Theresa, who is laying at his feet, clutching his leg.

Black: My followers, tonight is a very important night for us all. Once again, the Black Covenant has the opportunity to demonstrate our superiority over Full Metal Wrestling, just as we have done so many times in the past.

Black looks a War Machine, who flexes his massive frame. Black smiles, satisfied that his right hand man is ready for action.

Black: War Machine! You must do everything in your power to ensure Phantom Lord remains in power. He has been valuable ally in protecting out interests. Tonight, follow his word as if it were my own.

War Machine smiles and flexes once again.

War Machine: Understood.

Black: Then, of course, is the much talked about "Mount Vesuvius." Adrian, Styxx, there are several goals to achieve tonight. First and foremost, is too protect Covenant interests by protecting this.

Black holds up the Full Metal Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship Belt.

Black: It does not matter which one of you wins, as long as this title is protected.

Adrian and Styxx both nod.

Black: It is also important to eliminate some of our enemies while they are all gathered and easy to pick off. Your targets should include men like Drew Michaels, who has been a thorn in all our sides. Men like cYnical, who holds on to a fluke victory as if it entitles him to any of my attention. Men like Rampage, who continue to believe that are able to defeat despite being left in my wake. And, of course, there is Harlequin. He, above all others, must be punished for his arrogance. Also, remember, we have allies in this match. Men like X and Syanide realize that assisting in our cause, bring great benefits. Trust them, but not entirely. Remember, greed can corrupt and no prize evokes such emotions as this title. So, keep on mindful eye on even our most loyal of allies. The only ones you can trust is each other. So stand united.

Styxx and Adrian shake hands and embrace.

Styxx & Adrian: Stand united.

Black: That finally, brings me to you, Alex O'Rion. Thus far, I have taken your brothers, your woman, and your innocence. Whatever is left, I take tonight. Your pride, your heart, all of those things that separate you from the other men, challenging me for this title. It's those things I will strip away, leaving you less of a shell of man than you already have become. You will pray to me to end your suffering then you will pray to me to end your life. I grant freedom tortured souls; and tonight, I grant freedom to yours. Freedom through annihilation!

Larsen: Well, coming up next is the "Battle of the General Managers" where Jaro and Phantom Lord face off with their respective partners.

Foxx: Jaro pulled quite a coup, bringing in the legendary SoL but Phantom has a giant ace up his sleeve with the Black Covenant monster, War Machine!

Fire it Up by Black Label Society hits as War Machine steps onto the entrance. Flames erupt around him before he makes his way to the ring.

Cherry: The following contest is the Battle of the General Managers! First, weighing it at an even 300 pounds. Representing the Black Covenant, this is War Machine!!!

Foxx: I have to admit, Phantom could not have chosen a more intimidating partner.

Larsen: That's right, Foxx, and War Machine definitely has a vested interest in keeping Phantom in power.

Desire by Ozzy Osbourne plays as Phantom Lord confidently walks to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Cherry: His partner is the General Manager of Full Metal Anarchy! Weighing in at 245 pounds! This is Phantom Lord!

Larsen: Phantom Lord looks extremely confident.

Foxx: He should be, considering the size advantage they maintain over their opposition.

Mother by Danzig plays as Jaro steps onto the entrance to a thunderous ovation. He waits on the entrance as Rock Star by N.E.R.D. hits and SoL joins him on the entrance.

Cherry: Their opponents, first from Hollywood, CA, weighing in at 245 pounds. This is SoL! His partner hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia and weighs in at 230 pounds! He is the General manager of Full Metal Alchemy, this is Jaro!

Jaro and SoL rush the ring and Phantom and War Machine. As the referee backs off SoL and Jaro, War Machine slides into the ring and Phantom Lord steps onto the ring apron.

Larsen: Both teams re deciding who they want to start.

Foxx: It doesn't look like much of a decision on Anarchy's part. The GM already stepped out onto the apron.

War Machine looks surprised as Phantom points at the opposing corner and gives War Machine a thumbs up.

Foxx: It's called delegating responsibility, Larsen. That's an important aspect of management.

Larsen: Where I'm from, it's called being a coward.

Foxx: Well, Canada's strange like that.

Larsen: War Machine and SoL lock up...and war Machine shoves the New Breed to the ground.

Foxx: Major power advantage here for the Black Covenant lieutenant.

Larsen: But SoL locks up again...

Foxx: And he's pushed on ass again!

Larsen: SoL is back up. He goes for another collar and elbow tie up.

As War Machine lunges in, SoL fakes him out and ducks under. When a confused War Machine turns around, SoL unloads with right hands.

Larsen: Head fake by SoL and now he opens up with a series of punches. SoL bounces off the ropes...flying shoulder block takes the big man down! The New Breed makes the cover...ONE...TWO...War Machine powers out.

Foxx: "Powers out" is an understatement, he damn near tossed SoL across the ring.

Larsen: Both men are back up...War Machine charges but SoL counters with a float over DDT! Another cover...ONE...TWO...War Machine kicks out again.

Foxx: SoL's trying to end this one early!

Larsen: SoL buries a series of knees into War Machine's sternum and follows up with leg drop! Again, SoL makes the cover...ONE...TWO...another kick out by War Machine! SoL drags War Machine into his corner and makes the tag to Jaro. Listen to the crowd erupt!

Foxx: A huge ovation for the Alchemy GM.

Larsen: SoL holds the leg for a kick to the hamstring by Jaro. Now Jaro drags the big man into the center of the ring and applies a half crab.

Foxx: I have to admit, taking out the big man's leg is a good strategy. We've already seen that he is almost impossible to pin.

Larsen: His size and power are going to be difficult to overcome...as is evident because he just kicked Jaro off of him.

War Machine goes for the tag but Phantom shakes his head from side to side and mouths "you're doing great!"

Larsen: What is this?

Foxx: Phantom Lord has a lot of faith in his man! That's all.

Larsen: I think he's just being a coward and doesn't want to face Jaro.

As War Machine tries to tag his partner, Jaro clips his leg from behind. Jaro then tries to attack Phantom, who drops down to the floor, to avoid contact. Jaro drags War Machine back to the center of the ring and applies another half-crab.

Larsen: I think War Machine is completely being sold out here, which cannot sit well with FMW World Heavyweight Champion.

Foxx: Again, it's merely delegation of duties by management.

Larsen: Jaro once again drags War Machine into their corner and tags SoL. SoL comes in and lands a knee drop right to War Machine's injured leg.

SoL props War Machine's leg onto the bottom rope, bounces off of it and lands seated on War Machine's leg.

Larsen: SoL brings all his weight down on that leg! And again! And a third time! Now SoL once again drags War Machine into the center of the ring and applies a figure four leg lock.

Foxx: But, Phantom's in with the save. Boot to the head.

Larsen: But here comes Jaro!

Jaro races into the ring as Phantom jumps out. Jaro chases Phantom around the ring. Phantom crawls back in and seeks sanctuary in his corner. Jaro tries to attack but the referee stops him and backs him into the corner.

Larsen: Again Phantom Lord evades Jaro!

Foxx: That's the intellect of the Anarchy GM on display!

Larsen: I think you mean "That's the cowardice of the Anarchy GM on display!"

Foxx: Of course not. I might not receive that pay raise and Anarchy color commentator job if I say that. I mean Morpheus can't commentate for shit!

Larsen: I'll be sure to tell him you said that.

Foxx: Said what? I love the Dream Master! You know that! He's doing a fantastic carrying you!

Larsen: Back to the match, SoL makes another quick tag to Jaro...who immediately goes right after Phantom again!

Jaro ignores War Machine and chases Phantom outside the ring. Phantom roles inside the ring and Jaro follows him. Phantom ducks under a now standing War Machine, who grabs Jaro and hits him with a two handed choke breaker.

Larsen: War Machine caught Jaro!

Foxx: His obsession with trying to get his hands on Phantom would be his downfall, I knew it!

Larsen: Now War Machine has Jaro up...huge back breaker! The big man holds on...another back breaker! What strength!

War Machine hits a third back breaker and then flings Jaro to the side. Phantom starts waving his arms and screaming at War Machine to tag him.

Larsen: Oh! So, now Phantom Lord wants in there. And War Machine makes the tag! Phantom is in and starts kicking at Jaro.

Foxx: Now witness the power of the Anarchy General Manager!

Larsen: Now Phantom is raining down punches on his rival GM. Phantom is pulling Jaro to his knees.

Foxx: Ha! He wants him to beg for mercy!

Larsen: I don't think that's going to happen.

Phantom connects with a series of right hands but Jaro responds with punch to the Anarchy General Manager's ample midsection. Phantom immediately disengages and runs over to his corner and tags an unsuspecting War Machine, who was in the corner nursing his injured leg.

Larsen: Look at that! Phantom wants nothing to do with Jaro.

War Machine gets into the ring and starts to protest as Jaro charges him. War Machine ducks down and backdrops the Alchemy General Manager into the corner, with the small of Jaro's connecting with the top turnbuckle.

Foxx: What a brutal move!

Larsen: If Jaro's back wasn't hurting before, it must be hurting now!

War Machine drags Jaro into the middle of the ring and hits a powerbomb.

Larsen: Powerbomb by War Machine! Cover...ONE...TWO...Jaro gets a shoulder up! War Machine picks up Jaro over his head...sit out military press slam! Now War Machine lifts Jaro onto his shoulder.

Foxx: The Argentinean back breaker! This may be it for the Alchemy GM!

War Machine wrenches at Jaro's back as the referee tries to ask the Alchemy GM if he submits. The crowd chants "Jaro" as War Machine continues to apply pressure on the back.

Larsen: Listen to that crowd...they are behind Jaro 100%!

Foxx: But those chants aren't phasing the big man.

Larsen: Jaro is struggling to get out!

Foxx: It looks like War Machine's grip may be loosening!

Jaro manages to drop off War Machine's shoulder and runs off the ropes. War Machine quickly turns around and nails the Alchemy General Manager with a big boot to the face.

Larsen: Jaro tried to rally!

Foxx: But wound up flat on his back...again!

War Machine picks Jaro up again and applies a torture rack before spinning him around and powerbombing him to the mat.

Larsen: What a unique move by War Machine!

Foxx: I think Jaro is finished! He can't compete with the new generation.

Larsen: Perhaps, but War Machine's power has to be a factor as well.

War Machine lifts up Jaro and bends his back over his knee.

Foxx: Back breaker by War Machine! Jaro may tap out now!

Larsen: I can't see the Alchemy GM giving in to anything, especially when Phantom Lord's involved!

War Machine continues to apply pressure on Jaro's back when SoL comes in with a kick to the back of War Machine's head, breaking the hold. An angry War Machine springs to his feet and nails SoL with a big boot to the back of the head...sending him sailing out of the ring and to the floor below.

Larsen: SoL broke up the back breaker.

Foxx: But he paid for it! Now it looks like War Machine is ready to finish Jaro off!

War Machine grabs a hold of Jaro's limp body and lifts him onto his shoulder.

Foxx: It's over now!

Larsen: Satan's Cross! This one has to be over! War Machine goes to make the...what's Phantom doing?

Foxx: He wants in!

Larsen: Now? War Machine may have this match won!

War Machine reluctantly gets up and tags Phantom in, who immediately jumps on top of Jaro.

Larsen: Now, Phantom makes the pinfall...ONE...TWO...Jaro kicks out!

Foxx: I can't believe it!

Larsen: I can! I might not of had War Machine made the cover and Phantom hadn't stuck his nose in! Now, Phantom Lord picks Jaro up...scoop slam. Phantom Lord off the ropes...big splash. Phantom makes the cover...ONE...TWO...Jaro kicks out again!

Foxx: But Phantom's not finished!

Larsen: He's going to the top!

Phantom slowly climbs to the top rope. He stands on the top turnbuckle and mouths "this is how it's done" to War Machine.

Larsen: Big splash by Phantom Lord...but Jaro rolls out of the way! Phantom looks like beached whale!

Foxx: Jaro's crawling to his corner...tag to SoL!

Larsen: And Phantom, as expected, immediately tags in War Machine. The two men trade punches...and SoL is getting the better of the exchange...War Machine is reeling! SoL off the ropes...clothesline staggers the big man! Another clothesline but War Machine still does not go down.

Foxx: He's too big and too strong for The New Breed!

Larsen: SoL hops onto the second rope. Flying clothesline connects! And War Machine is down! Now, SoL is calling for War Machine to get to his feet.

Foxx: I don't think this is a good idea.

Larsen: War Machine staggers to his feet and SoL connects with a Jungle Kick! SoL with a cover...ONE...TWO...TH War Machine powers out again!

Foxx: I think SoL is becoming frustrated with War Machine's resilience.

Larsen: SoL is calling for the Final SoLution! He trying to lift up War Machine!

Foxx: He can't do it!

SoL collapses under the weight and War Machine crawls to his corner to tag Phantom Lord.

Larsen: You're right, Fox! SoL couldn't get the massive War Machine up for the Final SoLution! War Machine makes it to his corner...but now what is Phantom doing?

Foxx: I don't know!

Larsen: He doesn't want in! That I know!

War Machine becomes more animated with Phantom's refusal to tag him. Phantom becomes more animated and finally slaps War Machine in the face.

Foxx: Uh oh.

Larsen: That may the stupidest thing Phantom Lord has ever done. And that, my friends, covers a lot of ground.

War Machine touches the side of his face and then turns to Phantom, enraged. Before Phantom can drop off the ring apron, War Machine slaps him in the chest and flings him into the ring. War Machine then steps over the top rope and drops to the floor, throwing his hands up in disgust and walking up the ramp.

Larsen: War Machine has had enough! And, he's left the Anarchy GM to fend for himself. And SoL tags in Jaro!

Foxx: We finally have the face-off between the respective General Managers of Alchemy and Anarchy!

Phantom Lord immediately drops to his and begs off, Jaro has none of it and unloads on his counterpart with rights and lefts.

Larsen: Jaro is a house of fire! He fires Phantom Lord into the ropes, back elbow connects! Now, he fires Phantom Lord into the turnbuckle! Jaro charges...but Phantom gets a boot up.

Foxx: See! Even when the odds are against him, Phantom still manages to shock everyone.

Larsen: Now Phantom fires Jaro in to the corner...Phantom charges...but Jaro moves...rollup...ONE...TWO...THREE!

Cherry: The winners of this match, SoL and Jaro!

Jaro and SoL (4.53 aps + 4.3 aps + 3.7 vote = 12.53 total)
Phantom Lord and War Machine (3.53 aps + 0.4 vote = 3.93 total)

Larsen: JARO PINS THE ANARCHY GENERAL MANAGER!

Foxx: And Phantom is shocked!

Phantom rolls to the outside as Jaro grabs the microphone and looks at SoL, who has entered the ring.

Jaro: SoL, man, I know you haven't always seen eye to eye. And I think both of us were a little suspicion about teaming up tonight. But, man, you had my back tonight and appreciate that.

The crowd cheers at Jaro's show of respect.

Jaro: So in return, I've got something for you to show my gratitude. It's a contract to Alchemy! The kind of money you're used to plus plenty of perks. What do you say?

Larsen: That sounds like a pretty solid offer.

Foxx: You are right, and I have to admit, it would be nice to see SoL on Alchemy in the future.

Jaro hands the microphone to SoL, who looks around to the cheering crowd, all urging him to accept Jaro's offer.

SoL: I must admit that's mighty tempting. Plus, I think it's what all these people want more than anything tonight.

The crowd chants "New Breed" as Jaro hypes them up.

SoL: But, I'll have to decline.

Larsen & Foxx: What!

Jaro deflates and asks "why" and the capacity crowd boos the decision. As the crowd gets on SoL, Phantom Lord grabs another microphone at ringside and enters the ring.

Phantom: Because, he already struck a deal with ME!

The crowd's boos intensify.

SoL: Sorry, J man, but the "New Breed" goes where the action, and the money, is.

Jaro becomes enraged and nails Phantom with a right hand. Phantom responds with a right of own. Both men exchange punches as SoL laughs.

SoL: All this over lil' old me. I'm flattered. I'll let you two gentlemen iron out this beef out on your own but mark my words, things are going to change around here, but it's gonna begin with Anarchy!

SoL exits the ring as the two general managers continue to brawl.

Foxx: Now, we're getting some GM on GM action!

Larsen: That didn't sound right, Foxx. I think what you're trying to say is Jaro and SoL are trading punches.

Foxx: I can't believe SoL is going to Anarchy!

Larsen: Neither can I, and neither can Jaro! He's getting the better of this exchange! And Jaro drops Phantom! He picks him up...Myrtyr Sauce!

Foxx: I'm shocked he could apply the Martyr Sauce to such a big man!

Larsen: He's not finished, either! Jaro locks on the Planet Pop!

Foxx: Why isn't security coming out?

Larsen: Jaro's the boss! And no one from Anarchy is coming out, either, because they all hate his guts. The Black Covenant was his only real allies, and he burned that bridge tonight!

Jaro continues to wrench in the Planet Pop when a loud "POP!" is heard and Phantom begins screaming and crying uncontrollably. Jaro ignores the howls of agony and continues to torture his rival General Manager.

Foxx: Did you hear that!

Larsen: I'm not sure what, can we go back to a replay?

A slow motion replay shows Jaro wrenching the Planet Pop and Phantom's arm dislocating from his shoulder socket.

Foxx: That's disgusting!

Larsen: That it is! But, these squeals of agony coming from Phantom are even worse!

Jaro finally releases the hold and Phantom crumples into the fetal position, holding his broken arm and crying as paramedics race to his aid. Jaro holds his arms aloft as the crowd chant his name.

Larsen: Jaro made a statement tonight! And this may just be the last we see of general manager Phantom Lord.

Scene opens to Veronica Cherrywood standing in front of the Full Metal Wrestling logo with the "Sadistic Skinhead" Syanide.

Cherrywood: My guest at this time is the Full Metal Wrestling Television Champion Syanide. Syanide congratulations on your successful title defense tonight in which you overcame not one but two men. How are you feeling now knowing that you still have another match to come?

Syanide raises his hands to his face, they have blood stains on them.

Syanide: You see my hands, do you see what stains my hands? It's nigger blood. I have nigger blood on my hands. You saw what happened out there, didn’t you?

Veronica nods as she looks at Syanide’s bloody hands with disgust.

Syanide: How did it make you feel?

Cherrywood: Sick…

Syanide lunges forward and grabs Veronica by the throat and pushes her up hard against the wall.

Syanide: What the fuck do you mean “sick”? I do the things I do so that fine pieces of Aryan ass like yourself can live safe in the knowledge that fucking niggers like The Hoodstarz won’t be around any longer to bother people. I’m the savior of this place! First I took out the Rabbi and now tonight I’ve single handedly ended the careers of two nigs.

Syanide releases Veronica; he reaches down and picks up the swastika emblazoned Television Championship belt.

Syanide: You see this belt; do you know what this represents? Aryan superiority, as long as I hold this belt it’s an undeniable fact that I am a superior human being to ever single piece of shit on the roster. A fact that will be stead fastened when I walk out of Mount Vesuvius victorious tonight. People have failed to realize that a match such as Mount Vesuvius is tailor made to suit the Sadistic One. Nobody and I mean nobody is walking into this match with a bigger target on his back than the Epitome of Aryan Perfection Syanide. I’m going to have nearly everybody in this match gunning for me, wanting to take me out, why? Because it’ll make them a star, the man who destroyed the “Most Hated Man In Full Metal Wrestling”, the guy who took out The Aryan Fighting Machine. Everybody wants to be that guy, well I’m sorry tonight is not the night. Mount Vesuvius is just going to be one giant genocidal culling lead by the Sick Sadistic Skinhead. I’ve already destroyed two men tonight, what difference will 29 others make?

We are backstage again with the lovely ladies and the tumbler. Homicide walks in looking full of confidence, he walks up to the tumbler but pauses before reaching in.

Cherrywood: Having second thoughts on walking into Mount Vesuvius, Homicide?

Homicide smiles at her.

Homicide: No chance, just taking a moment to think. Visualize the prize, you know?

Cherrywood: Of course, you appear very confident about your prospects tonight but is it weighing on your mind that you haven’t picked up a victory in your last two outings in a FMW ring?

Homicide: No. Form is relative; you can’t live in the past. Destiny is going to be fulfilled tonight. Homicide is going to be king of Mount Vesuvius. And then I'm gonna waltz right into Ultimatum and take that Full Metal Championship from that walking macabre. First things first, I have to reach in here and pull out #29.

Homicide reaches into the tumbler and withdraws a ball, after looking at it a smile spreads over his face.

Homicide: Just what the doctor ordered.

Voice: (from behind Homicide) Not bad at all, but it isn’t number 30, now is it?

Homicide turns around and finds himself standing face to face with Eric Scorpio, the two former tag team partners stare at each other for a moment before both break out into smiles.

Homicide: You haven’t called…

Scorpio: Neither have you…

Homicide: Yeah, well, I've been busy.

Scorpio: Looking at your number, I guess I’ll see you out there.

Homicide: Yeah, good luck man.

Scorpio: You too. See you atop the mountain

Scorpio leaves and a moment later Homicide slips his ball into his jacket and follows suit, on his way out of the room he passes by John “Doc” Derrick who’s entering the room. Homicide tries to get his attention but Derrick’s mind is elsewhere.

Rousseau: John “Doc” Derrick, how do you feel about being billed as one of the favorites to walk away from Mount Vesuvius as the number one contender to the Full Metal Championship?

Derrick: To tell the truth, any one of the 30 sons of bitches that are entering this match can count themselves real lucky if they are physically able to walk away from this match. This match is going to be like nothing anybody has ever seen before. To win you have to be willing to do anything and everything to ensure that when the dust is settled that it is YOUR hand being raised.

Rousseau: And are you willing to do anything and everything to win?

Derrick: You look like a smart girl, let me ask you. Do I look like someone who pulls his punches?

Not waiting for answer Derrick turns around and takes a ball from the tumbler and holds it in a closed fist.

Derrick: Let’s see if lady luck is smiling on me tonight…

Derrick opens his hand and sees the number he extracted.

Derrick: Hmm. Seems that bitch hasn't forgotten the night I left her for dead on the side of the highway. Ah well. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Rousseau: What number is it?

Derrick: Gonna be a long night, Celeste. A real long night.

Cherry: The following match is for the Full Metal Wrestling Championship!

Introducing first, the challenger…

”I’m Shipping Up To Boston” by Dropkick Murphys hits over the speakers, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The building practically erupts as Alex Orion enters the arena through the curtain…

Cherry: From Halifax Nova Scotia, weighing in at 240 Pounds…ALLLEXXX OOOOOORIIIIOOONNN!!!!!!!!!

Larsen: What a match this promises to be!

Foxx: You got that right Larsen. This is sure to be an epic encounter of Roman proportions!

Larsen: I thought you were supposed to save that line for the Main Event!

Foxx: In my opinion this is the Main Event!

The raucous cheers of the audience change to boos as “O Fortuna” hits over the speakers and out walks the FMW Champion, Ethan Black, accompanied by Eve.

Cherry: Weighing in at 277 pounds, he is the Current Full Metal Wrestling Champion...EEEETTTHHAAANNN BLAAACKKK!!!!!!

The boos continue to rain down as Ethan and Eve slowly make there ways towards the ring amongst the taunts of the Pro-Orion crowd.

Foxx: And here comes the FMW Heavyweight Champion!

Larsen: Yea but for how much longer Foxx? How much longer can he keep evading challengers?

Foxx: Ethan Black doesn’t evade challengers, he ENDS challengers.

Larsen: Well we will see what Alex has to say about that here tonight!

Both men have entered the ring and are in their respective corners, Alex alone in his, Eve accompanying Ethan in his. The Ref reminds the competitors and the fans both in the arena and around the world that this match is for the Full Metal Wrestling Championship! He reminds the men that it is a one fall to finish match, calls for the bell and we are underway in Rome!

Larsen: And Alex charges straight at Black to get us underway!

Foxx: He sure isn’t wasting anytime! I think he’s been waiting for this!

Larsen: Alex spears Black to the mat and begins throwing hard right hands to Black!

Foxx: Black though being the stronger man is able to throw him off relatively easy!

Larsen: Both men back to there feet now and the engage each other with a Collar and Elbow Tie-up. Black gains the advantage with a side headlock… But Alex counters with a Back Suplex!

Foxx: Ethan never released the headlock though! He’s still got it locked in!

Larsen: Alex now with elbows to Black’s midsection, finally forcing him to break the hold! Very back and forth in the early going of this match!

Foxx: I would expect that trend to continue!

Both Men return to there feet and engage each other once more. Alex is the one who gains the upper hand, with a kick to Black’s midsection. He follows that up with a neckbreaker, sending Black crashing to the mat. He goes for the first cover of the match… But Ethan kicks out at 1

Foxx: It’s going to take a lot more then that to put the champ away!

Larsen: Alex now stomping away at Black! He’s putting those Canadian boots to the Dark Lord! He pulls him up off the mat, sends him running with a hard irish whip sending Black to the ropes. He greats his return with a beautiful standing drop kick! What a move by O’Rion!

Foxx: he goes for another cover…

Larsen: But once again Black kicks out at 1!

Black returns to his feet and throws a wild right at Alex, who easily ducks under it. He slides in behind Black, wrapping his arms around Black’s waist. Black however counters with a perfectly placed Elbow right into the mouth of Alex. He then slides in behind Alex and sends him flying with an Release German Suplex!

Foxx: Beautiful Suplex by Black!

Larsen: Black with a running Elbow drop on O’Rion! He’s quickly up to his feet, pulling Orion of the mat as well. He grabs him by the arm and sends him running towards the ropes…

Foxx: And nails him with a Tilt-o-Whirl Backbreaker upon his return! Beautiful move by Black! He’s going for the cover…

Larsen: ONE!!!

Foxx: And It’s Orion’s turn to kick out at one!

Larsen: Black now really targeting the midsection of Alex, locking in an abdominal stretch!

Foxx: It’s almost like he wants to pull him apart Larsen!

Larsen: I’m sure Black would like nothing better then to completely rip Alex Orion into two pieces right now. Alex has been a thorn in Blacks side for weeks now.

Black continues to stretch Alex for a few more moments, before spinning him around and delivering a boot to his midsection. As Alex doubles over he lifts him up in the air and delivers a Brain Buster, sending Alex crashing into the mat!!!

Larsen: BRAINBUSTER FROM BLACK! HE GOES FOR THE COVER!! ONE!!! TWO…

Foxx: AND ORION KICKS OUT AT TWO!

Larsen: Atleast someone finally got a two count!! Black now staying on the offensive with hard right hands to O’Rion!

Foxx: But Orion is fighting back with chops to Black’s chest!

Larsen: They are trading blow for blow, and it’s Alex who finally gains the advantage! Alex with an irish whip to Black…

Foxx: But Black grabbed the ropes, smart move there!

Larsen: ALEX FOLLOWS HIM AND NAILS HIM WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE, SENDING BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR BELOW!

Foxx: What a move by Alex!

Larsen: Eve now down at Black’s side, checking to see if he is ok..

Foxx: You forgot to add offering a great view of a fantastic ass in the process!

As the Ref starts his count the two men slowly start to rise. Alex is first up and rolls back in the ring in order to stop the ref’s count. He quickly rolls back outside were he grabs Black by the head and repeatedly slams his forehead into the announce table, busting Ethan wide open

Larsen: Black has been busted open right in front of us!

Foxx: Where is Eve? We need her to lick up this mess!

Eve is infact all the way across the other side of the ring, engaging the ref in somewhat of a heated discussion. As Alex continues his assault on Black we see the crowd begin to part and a tall figure, cloaked by a hood, come through the crowd and over the barricade. Alex and Black do not notice him at first as the figure slowly grabs a steel chair from against the barricade. He doesn’t use the chair for any malice however, he simply unfolds it and sits down, in the process removing his hood…

Larsen: IT’S ADRIAN O’RION! ADRIAN IS IN THE BUILDING!

Foxx: LOOK AT ALEX’S FACE LARSEN! HE HASN’T TAKEN HIS EYES OFF OF ADRIAN!

Black realizing that Alex is momentarily distracted delivers and elbow to the stomach of Alex, he follows that up with another and another, before slamming Alex’s head into the table. He then turns Alex facing towards him and away from the announce table, lifting him up into the air…

Larsen: He can’t be thinking….WE MIGHT WANT TO MOVE!!

Foxx: POWERBOMB ON ALEX THROUGH THE ANNOUCE TABLE! JESUS CHRIST ALEX COULD BE OUT COLD!

Black, realizing the Ref’s count is up to 9, quickly rolls back into the ring, stopping the count. He returns back to the outside and motions for Eve. The two then place Alex back into the ring. Were Black goes for the cover…

Larsen: HERE’S THE COUNT! ONE!!!

Foxx: I THINK BLACK HAS RETAINED!!

Larsen: TWO!!!!! TH… NO!!! ALEX KICKED OUT!! HE KICKED OUT! THIS PLACE IS GOING WILD! BLACK NOW PULLING ALEX UP!

Foxx: I THINK HE’S GOING FOR THE KINDRED CROSS!!!!!

Larsen: BUT ALEX COUNTERS! HE’S GOT BLACK ROLLED UP!! HERE’S THE COUNT!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!

Foxx: BUT BLACK KICKS OUT!

Larsen: What an exchange by both men!

Both men slowly return to there feet, where they engage each other with a collar and elbow tie up. Neither man is able to gain an advantage and the two split apart. Black charges at Alex, attempting a running lariat, Alex ducks the clothesline, resulting in Black bouncing off the ropes, and right into a…

Larsen: NS PRIDE!!!! ALEX JUST HIT THE NS PRIDE OUT OF NOWWHERE AS BLACK WAS COMING BACK OFF THE ROPES!!!!!!!!! THIS MATCH COULD BE OVER!!!

Foxx: ALEX IS GOING FOR THE COVER!!! BUT I THINK ETHAN IS CLOSE TO THE ROPES…

Larsen: ONE!!!!!!!

Foxx: COME ON BLACK, REACH!!!

Larsen: TWO!!!!!!

Foxx: COME ON!!!

Larsen: TH…

Foxx: HE GOT THE ROPES! ALEX WAS FORCED TO BREAK THE PIN!

Alex pounds the mat in frustration before dragging Black to his feet. Once there he carries the dazed Black to the nearest turnbuckle, propping him up in the corner. He turns towards Adrian, who remains in his chair on the outside and mouths the words’ “this is for you.”

Larsen: He’s got Black propped up in the corner! He seems to be looking for another NS Pride! This one will surely end the match! THERE HE GOES!!

Foxx: BUT ETHAN MOVED! ALEX HAS HIS LEG HUNG UP ON THE TOP ROPE!

Larsen: BLACK WITH STIFF KICKS TO THE LEG OF ALEX! Seems like Black wants to render that leg useless!

Foxx: Can’t say that I blame him!

Larsen: URANGE ON ALEX!! I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT’S COMING!!

Foxx: HE’S GOT THE BLACK EMBRACE LOCKED IN!!! I DON”T KNOW IF ALEX CAN MAKE IT TO THE ROPES!!

Larsen: HE’S REACHING WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!!

As Alex struggles to get to the ropes we see that Adrian has now taken a position directly in front of him. The more Alex seems to struggle against Black the more Adrian enjoys the scene before him. He begins to laugh as Alex is seemingly unable to make it to the ropes…

Larsen: Adrian just seems to be taunting Alex!

Foxx: I think he’s fading Larsen!

Larsen: He’s making one final push towards the ropes, reaching with everything he has! His title hopes are coming down to a few inches….

Foxx: AND HE MAKES IT!! HE GOT TO THE BOTTOM ROPE! BLACK HAS TO BREAK THE HOLD!

Larsen: Which he doesn’t do until the ref’s count of four.

Foxx: Smart move by Black! And look at Adrian! He doesn’t seem to be smiling anymore!

Larsen: Black now setting up Alex for the Kindred Cross..but Alex is able to counter out of it, pushing Black across the ring! He charges at Black, and sends him to the mat with a running Bulldog!

Foxx: Both men are down!

Larsen: Alex needs to make the cover but I think that last move took to much energy out of him! He draps an arm over Black!! Here’s the count!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!

TH…

Foxx: BLACK KICKS OUT ONCE MORE! What a match this has been! Neither man is willing to lose!

Larsen: Would you be? This is for the biggest prize in FMW! This is what it is all about! Both men now struggling to return to there feet, the crowd trying to urge Alex on!

Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!

Foxx: And on the outside Eve is practically screaming at Black to end this!

Larsen: Both men now slowly rising! Black throws a big right hand!

Foxx: And Alex responds with a hard chop to his chest!

Larsen: Black with a forearm, and alex with another chop! And another! And another! He’s driving Black back towards the ropes!

Foxx: Hey, what’s Adrian doing?

As Alex continues to brutalize Black with chops as we see that Adrian has climbed up onto the ring apron..

Larsen: I’m not sure why he is the apron Foxx! Alex now has Black up against the ropes! Delivering Chop after Chop! Black’s chest is starting to bleed from all the chops! I think Alex has snapped!

Foxx: He’s tying Black up in the ropes! Alex has Black tied up in the ropes!

Larsen: He’s signaling for the NS PRIDE!! If he hits it again this could be over!!

Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!

Larsen: AND HERE HE DOES!!

Foxx: BUT BLACK MOVES!! ADRIAN FREED BLACK AS ALEX WAS GEARING UP FOR THE NS PRIDE!

Larsen: ALEX STOPPED IN MID KICK! HE KNEW THAT IF HE HAD CONTINUED HE WOULD HAVE HIT THE NS PRIDE ONTO ADRIAN WHO WAS STANDING BEHIND BLACK!!

Foxx: THE TWO ARE JUST STARING AT EACH OTHER LARSEN!

Larsen: AND BLACK IS ONCE AGAIN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE DISTRACTION! HE’S GOT ALEX IN POSITION FOR THE KINDRED CROSS!!!!!

Foxx: AND HE HITS IT! BLACK HIT ALEX WITH THE KINDRED CROSS!!

Larsen: HE’S GOING FOR THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!

Foxx: BLACK IS GOING TO STEAL THIS ONE!!!

Larsen: TWO!!!!!!

Foxx: HE’S GOING TO HOLD ON TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Larsen: THREE!!!!! BLACK HAS DONE IT!!!! HE HAS DEFEATED ALEX ORION!!

Cherry: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this match and still the Full Metal Wrestling Champion……EEETTHAAAAANNNNN BBBBLLLAACCCKKKK!!!!!!!!

Ethan Black (4.57 aps + 2.0 vote = 6.57 total)
Alex O'Rion (4.53 aps + 1.5 vote = 6.03 total)

Larsen: What a match up between two of FMW’s top competitors! To bad it had to be ruined by Adrian!

Foxx: Ruined? He didn’t even touch Alex!

Larsen: Yes, but his presence was enough to cause Alex to lose focus on Black several times, in the end that was most certainly his undoing!

After celebrating his victory in the ring with Adrian, Black slowly exits title in hand, and he is met on the outside by Eve. The two then slowly make their way up the ramp and to the back, surrounded by a crowd of upset fans who voice there displeasure towards Black. Meanwhile in the ring Alex remains on the mat, staring up into the face of Adrian, who stands over him. The two stare at each other for what feels like an etrnity, as the crowd unleashes there fury on Adrian.

Larsen: I’m not sure who is more disliked by this crowd! Ethan Black or Adrian Orion!

Foxx: They can dislike both all they want, but it doesn’t change the fact that Black and his covenant were the ones victorious in this match!

Larsen:: Yea but you have to give it up for Alex in this match. After all he’s went through he was still within mere inches or becoming Champion!

Foxx: Oh yes Larsen, I’m sure we havn’t seen the last of Alex O'Rion in the Championship hunt!!

Larsen: And to think, we still have the Mt. Vesuvius match to come!

Larsen: Here it is folks, Mt. Vesuvius. Definately a candidate for most "who has the sickest mind" match concept, the 30 Man Mount Vesuvius match is definately not for the weak of heart. While there are too many superstars to profile individually, there are a select few you should take notice of, including Drew Michaels (6-2 Current Ultraviolent Champion), John Derrick (5-1), Showstoppa (3-4 Current C-4 Division Champion, 2nd match of the night), and Dr. David Diabolical (4-4). Most of the competitors in this match are at or around the .500 win percentage level, which speaks volume for the competitve atmosphere in Full Metal Wrestling. The other enigma though are competitors like Mercutio (0-0), Adema Aeries (0-0 NEW Representative), Haydn Domstad (0-0), and Dalby Sound (0-0) who have yet to officially hold one FMW match under their belt. Who will come out with the biggest bragging rights in all of professional wrestling?

Foxx: This will be difficult. The official odds are Adema Aeries 32:1; Adrian 20:1; Blackwell 35:1; C.G.S. 18:1; cYnical 8:1; Dalby Sound 22:1; Drew Michaels 5:1; Dr. David Diabolical 5:1; Eric Scorpio 22:1; Flare 18:1; Gregory Stevens 24:1; Guybrush Threepwood 25:1; Hadyn "The Maniac" Domstad 30:1; Harlequin 12:1; Homicide 21:1; Hostyle 18:1; John "Doc" Derrick 6:1; King Guiomar 26:1; Korran Halycon 14:1; Mass Chaos 32:1; Mercutio 28:1; Orochi 25:1; RAMPAGE! 4:1; Robert Lillehammer 35:1; Sheepster 20:1; Showstoppa 14:1; Slegna 30:1; Styxx 20:1; Syanide 18:1; and X 6:1

Larsen: That was long and tedious.

Foxx: I'm done for the night. Later guy.

The lights dim, and the camera focuses on two large, steel structures hanging from the ceiling. Already surrounding the ring is a typical looking Hell in a Cell cage. Inside is announcer Cherry, and as he begins to speak, countless workers carry bags and bags full of golden, rich sand and start to dump it around the ring.

Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for is here…in only moments, the biggest match in FMW history will begin!

The crowd continues to cheer, the sand continues to poor.

Cherry: First, each of the thirty superstars will make their way down the ramp, which will give them a clear passage to this cage. As wrestlers climb, fights, and continue to get eliminated, a second cage will lower on top of the first. As the process continues, there will be a third and final cage, on top of this one is a gas valve and a torch. The first superstar to turn on the valve and release the torch will be declared the winner! Superstars are eliminated when both feet touch the sand, and only both feet.

The workers seem to disappear as the cage is completely surrounded by sand now. The announcers are pumped, Cherry is pumped, but most of all, the entire arena is ready.

Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen…LET MOUNT VESUVIUS BEGIN!

Larsen: And so it begins.

Foxx: That was uselessly cryptic.

Larsen: It is an honor to be calling this match, I have to say, but enough talk eh? Lets get this baby on the road!

“Whiskey in a Jar” by Metallica hits the speakers, as entry number one, John Derrick, walks down the ramp and climbs the cage. He looks around at his surroundings as the music changes to “The Great Gainna Sisters” by Machinae Supremacy. Dr. David Diabolical is cautious at climbing the cage, and walks very carefully on the mesh.

Larsen: The ref rings the bell, and this match is officially underway people! Derrick and Diabolical circle the ring, and Derrick immediately goes on the attack with a forced lock up, but the Doctor quickly steps out and regains his stance.

Foxx: You know, it's funny.

Larsen: What is?

Foxx: These are two of the favorites to win tonight and they are shoved into the ring to start off. It makes me laugh.

Larsen: It is odd, this could change who wins based solely on the draw of the balls.

Foxx: Derrick tries once again for an attack, but that was no more than a flinch, causing Diabolical to jump about three feet back, ha! He really doesn’t want to be in this thing eh?

Larsen: He is standing up on a twenty foot cage, and his career could easily end by one wrong step, I don’t think I would want to be up their either. Derrick starts to go all out now, he bolts for Diabolical but he wants no part of it! He rolls out of the way, and we’re at a stand off again.

Foxx: Derrick looks pissed as hell, this guy came here to fight. Not to mention, we haven’t seen any edge action yet. Like come on, somebody break their frickin’ neck already.

Larsen: You do realize that we’re not even two minutes into the match, right? Hell, here we go! Derrick slugs Diabolical right in the check, The Doctor answers with one right back. We’re having a slug fest here!

Foxx: And of course Derrick comes off as the winner as Diabolical looses his footing and stumbles down to the cage.

Larsen: There’s a knee to the nose! Another club to the face! Jesus, Diabolical is almost completely defenseless here!

As John continues to beat down the Doctor, “Freak on a Leash” by Korn hits the speakers as the monster X runs down the ramp way with a clean, silver chain in his hands.

Larsen: And here comes one of the scariest members in this match, X, who quickly runs towards Derrick and whips the chain across his forehead! Oh my god, in an instant he’s down on the cage!

Foxx: X is really using that chain here…he’s whipping it across Derrick’s back over and over again!

Larsen: Derrick is indeed in trouble, considering X is now bored with the chain and goes straight for the face. X uses his right hand and, to put it simply, punches the hell out of Derrick’s head.

Foxx: And Diabolical isn’t doing a damned thing to stop this. Then again, I wouldn’t either.

Larsen: You’re right, Diabolical is getting in a breather and watching X’s destruction as it happens. Speaking of, Derrick seems too gone completely limp with X’s attack, and already has blood tripling down his nose. X forces Derrick to his feet and, oh shit! He just power slammed Derrick hard onto the mesh!

Foxx: Oh man, that’s the first time we’ve really seen the cage come into play so far, and did it ever look brutal. We’re not exaggerating this kids, Derrick is in an extreme amount of pain here.

Larsen: X is just toying with Derrick now by delivering a heavy amount of stomps to his chest. I don’t know how much Derrick can take before he’s the first person to be eliminated in this match, Mount Vesuvius!

Foxx: You know the match has already started; you don’t need to hype it up anymore.

As X plays around with Derrick, and with Diabolical enjoying the action, “Kill Caustic” by AFI starts to play and Gregory Stevens runs and starts to climb the cage, looking confident and energetic.

Larsen: Here’s Gregory Steven’s now, and he automatically picks a fight with an off guard Diabolical! Steven’s nailed him with a clothesline and continues his assault with elbows being driven deep into his gut.

Foxx: So yeah, there are now four people in this match, we’re going to do our best to call what’s going on.

Larsen: Indeed. Diabolical is on his feet but is quickly taken back down with an STO like maneuver. What’s going on with X and Derrick?

Foxx: X has Derrick raised once again, and he whips him straight for the edge! Holly flip! Derrick had to drive himself into the cage in order to stay on!

Larsen: X sees this and gets seriously pissed off. He charges at Derrick, but Derrick gets out of the way and X almost falls off into the sand below!

Foxx: Derrick isn’t done, he’s pushing and punching X’s back, trying to force him off the cage, but X elbows his way out of it. They both get to their feet and are near the center of the ring, near the other two.

Larsen: Speaking of, Steven’s as an impressive leg lock on Diabolical, although the Doctor seems to be more pissed off than anything.

Foxx: I don’t blame him. In this match you want to be up and about, but he is now venerable to any attack. Not to mention it’ll be a bitch to win this match with one of your legs inured.

Larsen: Diabolical is fighting back however, clubbing at Stevens to get loose from the standard submission hold. And…there we go, Stevens let’s go, but starts to kick Diabolical in the chest before he can rise to his feet! This guy is still going at it!

Foxx: We’re forgetting about X and Derrick, these too are going at it like animals! Some how Derrick has taken X’s chain and has it rapped around his fist and is going to town, but X is avoiding every blow!

Larsen: No…not for long, Derrick clips X’s head and the beast goes down hard! The cowboy takes the chain and wraps it around X’s throat…Derrick trying to chock him out with his own chain!

The familiar “Brainstorm” by The Arctic Monkeys hits the speakers, one of the most anticipated wrestlers in this match, Sheepster, runs out and gets attacked by the crowds cheers. He starts to climb the cage, but with Stevens laying out Diabolical and with Derrick chocking X, none of the current superstars seem to notice.

Larsen: Here we go! Sheepster is in the match ladies and gentlemen!

Foxx: Stevens gives Diabolical a break, and seems to turn around to the notice of the crowd and…BAM!

Larsen: Amazing! Sheepster’s first offensive move in the FMW is his infamous finisher, the Spare Ribs!

Foxx: That was one hell of a spear…Christ, I doubt Stevens will be breathing right for awhile after that.

Larsen: Sheepster is in the fucking zone! He’s hopping up and down and the crowd is going crazy! Derrick is the second to notice, he breaks his chain hold on X and charges at Sheepster, but he quickly counters with a back body drop!

Foxx: Oh my god! Derrick must have gone eight feet in the air and landed hard on the mesh!

Larsen: He is defiantly in control of this match now, and X is slowly rising to his feet. Sheepster is calling him up; we might be seeing another Spare Ribs!

Foxx: No! Diabolical hits Sheepster from behind before he can do anything. Damn it, the crowd is pissed after that one, and now Diabolical is in control of the four other people in this match.

Larsen: Erm, I believe you’ve forgotten about X dude. Diabolical spent so much time gloating he didn’t notice X’s massive boot in his face, taking him down hard.

Foxx: And now X goes to retrieve what is rightfully his: The chain. He yanks it from Derrick, and whips it across his back! Oh man, that would hurt like a bitch, considering he and Dreamkiller have experience with chains and all…

Larsen: Yeah, but I don’t think he’s just singling out Derrick this time. He’s going to every other wrestler in this match and give them an equal whipping! There’s one to Stevens, there’s one to Diabolical, and finally Sheepster. Man oh man, I wouldn’t want to be the next person who comes down…

“Peace Sells” by Magadeth hits the speakers as the first Black Covenant member in the match, Styxx, starts to climb the cage. X, however, is waiting for him, and starts to whip him before he can even makes it too the top.

Foxx: X seems to be going crazy here as he’s whipping the hell out of Styxx; poor guy hasn’t got a fair chance in the match yet.

Larsen: It’s the risk they’re all taking when they enter the match…and I don’t think Styxx is really the guy you should be worried about when it comes to fairness. Anyways, he does reach the top of the cage and rolls around, eventually getting out of X’s attack.

Foxx: You’re right, X turns around to attack the next rising wrestler, but he did it too late! Sheepster is up and he just leveled X with a drop kick right to the chin!

Larsen: Who falls back right into Styxx, he plants him with a German Suplex! Sheepster and Styxx are the only ones up…do you realize what this means?

Foxx: Errr…there names both start with “S”?

Larsen: Well, at least you beat Morpheus. But no, these two men teamed together back in the LPW. “The Bad Mamma Jammas” are one of the most recognized tag teams in wrestler history…and here they are!

Foxx: …so?

Larsen: Yeah, I take back my Morpheus statement.

Foxx: You’re weird. Anyways, the crowd seems to be loving this reunion, not Styxx though, he has Sheepster up on his shoulders.

Larsen: Oh man, I can’t believe Styxx turned on his former partner that quick! …He’s not slamming Sheepster down though; he’s…moving him over towards Derrick?

Foxx: Styxx drops Sheepster, and he nails Derrick with a leg drop! The Sheep gets to his feet, and he and Styxx high five!

Larsen: Ha! I guess they were working together all a long! This is sick!

Foxx: Now here comes the energy! Sheepster runs and rams Stevens to the ground while Styxx levels Diabolical with a shoulder tackle to Diabolical!

Larsen: Everyone is down! The classic tag team is defiantly in control as of now!

Dalby Sounds’s music hits the speakers as the FMW newcomer runs to the cage and climbs it as if he were born in the jungle. Once he reaches the top he quickly stops the moment between Sheepster and Styxx with a double clothesline.

Larsen: Dalby Sound is in the house now, and this guy has already made an impact. He picks up Styxx and delivers a quick DDT right to the steel! I think Styxx is busted open!

Foxx: Who cares? Blood is nothing, there’s going to be FIRE in this match later on. Anyways, Dalby picks his next target, and that would be the other former BMJ member: Sheepster. Dalby rises the Woundersheep to his feet and…

Larsen: Roundhouse kick out of no where! Sheepster didn’t even have a chance to blink before Sound shot that baby out of thin air!

Foxx: But this is when the number game comes into play. Gregory Stevens has risen and Dalby doesn’t even notice Stevens sneaking up on him!

Larsen: Greg fires a forearm to the head, there’s an elbow to the nose! Sound seems to be stunned temporarily as Stevens lifts him up and…JUMPING PILEDRIVER! JUMPING DILEDRIVER ONTO THE FUCKING MESH!

Foxx: I believe we call that the End State, folks! But that was one hell of a move; in fact, part of the cage sections actually has a dent in it!

Larsen: The crowd seems to love that move, along with Stevens time in the spotlight.

Foxx: Greg turns around, and here’s Dr. David Diabolical with a poke to the eye, followed by a belly to belly suplex! Oh man, Stevens almost slid off the cage, his legs are hanging off at least!

Larsen: Yes, that was a close down, and Diabolical now searches the carnage that is Mount Vesuvius! Styxx is rising to his feet, but he’s met with a knee to the nose before he get anything done.

Foxx: Uh oh…little X is up now, Diabolical doesn’t seem to realize! This is going to be brutal…

Larsen: The Doctor turns around, but runs face first into X’s chest!

Foxx: Diabolical trips, and X has the clear advantage now, but the Doctor seems to be talking to him. The hell?

Larsen: I don’t believe it! Diabolical is pointing at Derrick, and I think both of these men have agreed to work together to take him out!

Foxx: You’re right, they both start stomping away at Derrick, driving their boots all around is body. I know the dude is a fighter and all, but there is no way he’ll be able to take this for long.

Larsen: Diabolical seems to be the leader in this duo, and he orders X to lift him up...

Foxx: But ha! That didn’t work out, X shoved Diabolical down, looks like he’s sticking true to his master.

Larsen: I don’t think it matters! X lifts Derrick up for a powerbomb, and with the help of Diabolical, they drive him hard down to the steel!

“My Assassin” by The Bled hits the speakers as the Ultraviolet Champion, Drew Michaels, runs down the ramp with a trusty steel chair in hand.

Larsen: Here comes our Ultraviolet champion! He climbs with remarkable speed, but I don’t think he’s going to save Derrick in time!

Foxx: X and Diabolical are about to toss him over with a military slam! The Doctor sees Michaels but not the steel chair! Diabolical gets nailed in the head with the chair and he is down!

Larsen: Michaels runs and slams the steel chair across X’s back! He drops Derrick and falls to one knee, then gets nailed in the back of the head! X is down and the crowd is going crazy over this hardcore great!

Foxx: Michaels is scouting for his next victim…hello Dalby Sound!

Larsen: Michaels charges at Dalby with the chair, but he ducks and connects with a spine buster! Oh shit, Michaels could be knocked out after that move!

Foxx: Nope, our champ is still conscious, just on the ground clutching his back after that. Dalby now has possession of the steel chair, and whacks it across Michaels chest! Ouch!

Larsen: He does it again! And again! Jesus, Michaels is getting owned with the steel chair!

Foxx: Nah, Dalby lays off the attack, but here Gregory Stevens who has recovered from Diabolical’s belly to belly from earlier, and wants to get this fight on!

Larsen: YEAH! FOOTBALL! Sorry, but yes, Stevens gets Sound’s attention, and challenges him to put down the chair.

Foxx: Ah, what is he, scarred?

Larsen: Dalby seems to be putting down the chair, but…NO! Dalby charges with the chairs, but Stevens sees it coming and nails him with a back body drop!

Foxx: Turn around Stevens! Sheepster is up and calling for the Spare Ribs, he could be hit twice with the finisher!

Larsen: No! Stevens rolls out of the way before Sheepster could pull it off, and the Wondersheep almost falls off the damn cage!

Foxx: Sheep turns around, and it looks like Stevens has the upper hand this time, as he plants a jab straight to the Sheep’s nose, but he fires one right back!

Larsen: Look at how close they are too the ledge! One wrong step and either of them could go right down to the sand!

“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour hits the speakers as cYnical runs down the ramp and begins to climb the cage.

Foxx: Stevens has Sheepster up in a powerbomb, and he’s signaling to throw him off the side of the cage!

Larsen: No! cYnical saves the day and plants Stevens with a spinning heel kick before he can pull it off! Sheepster gets on his feet, and look at that! He and cYnical are face to face!

Foxx: Oh for the love of…now Styxx is up and joins the group…

Larsen: The BMJs have reunited! All three men are standing in the center of the cage…although the rules don’t apply anything. We did see Styxx and Sheepster tag together earlier on, will cYn do the same?

Foxx: Oh boy, they all smile and nod at each other, and run off into different directions. They each pick a group of wrestlers and...start…stomping on them?

Larsen: HAHA! I don’t believe this! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re witnessing the BMJ Gangstomp, the Bad Mamma Jamma’s old stable finisher!

Foxx: My god, they’re really going at it! cYnical has taken Stevens and Derrick, Styxx is stomping on Dalby, Diabolical, and Michaels, while Sheepster is hopping up and down on X…

Larsen: THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE HERE! These men are really going at it, the entire cage seems to the moving in the rhythm of their stomps! They are destroying here! This might possibly be the last time we’ll ever see the BMJ Gangstomp, savor the moment folks!

Moments later the trio break their attack and hold up their hands in victory. They all hug as a massive, and I mean massive “BMJ…BMJ…BMJ…” chant starts to echo throughout the entire arena.

Larsen: cYn, Sheepster and Styxx all break their connection, and I think we’re now on an “ever man for himself” trip. They all break away and start circling each other, and Styxx goes straight for cYnical!

Foxx: Yes, let us remember their more recent past. cYnical has a victory over Styxx.

Larsen: They’re in a tight lock up and neither man is letting go. Sheepster tries to get in an attack, but dosen’t really know to hit and where.

Foxx: Poor Sheepster.

Larsen: There we go! Styxx uses his body weight and throws cYnical down to the steel and starts to stomp away at him! cYnical is defenseless!

Foxx: Nope! Here comes Sheepster and he gives Styxx a vicious shove!

Larsen: Uh oh…now Styxx gives him one back! It’s on now…Sheepster charges at his former partner but Styxx catches him…oh no…SIT DOWN POWERSLAM on the steel!

Foxx: cYnical is trying to get to his feet but he’s met with a kick to the chest! My god, Styxx is owning here!

“Humanoid” by Chevelle hits the speakers, as the FMW rookie Mercutio starts to run towards the cage.

Larsen: Here comes Mercutio, the FMW new comer as he reaches the top and scouts out his fellow opponents.

Foxx: Well he came just in time…Styxx is about to plant Sheepster with a Ganso Bomb!

Larsen: Mercutio runs in and…HAHAHA! Mercutio just pulled down Styxx’s wrestling trunks, causing him to loose balance and having Sheepster reverse the move into a Huricanaranna!

Foxx: My god, we really, REALLY didn’t need to see that…

Larsen: What do you expect from him? Diabolical is now up and tries to blind side Mercutio, but the rookie catches David on his shoulders and starts to spin around! This is crazy…Mercutio is giving Diabolical an airplane spin on top of a freakin’ cage! Other the other side of the cage Michaels has recovered from his assault and looks for the next rising victim, and I believe he’s found him! Michaels finds his chair and walks towards Dalby Sound…

Foxx: Look out Sound!

Larsen: Michaels swings the chair…but Dalby ducks! Dalby leaps forward and punches Michaels right in the forehead! Oh my god, Dalby had the chain around his fist all along!

Foxx: Now Derrick has raised and tries an attack on Sound, but he gets planted with a punch as well!

Larsen: Back to Mercutio, he has now dropped Diabolical from the airplane spin and the Doctor falls instantly too the steel. Mercutio seems kinda out of it, but something tells me that he’s spun around for long periods of time before.

Foxx: Well, here comes the rightful owner of the chain, X! He plants Dalby with a boot to the face and takes his chain back.

Larsen: Now he picks up Dalby and…OH SHIT! SITDOWN POWERBOMB OUT OF NO WHERE!

Foxx: I’m not sure if that was worth it though, X really seemed to hurt his tailbone with that one!

Larsen: And this pretty much gives the opening for Mercutio! The high flyer leaps out of no where and plants X with a dropkick to the chin!

Foxx: But here’s cYnical…he comes into the picture and nails a spinout powerbomb of sorts, I believe that’s the cYnaburst!

Larsen: Mercutio is down and cYnical has the crowd effin’ pumped! Who’s ever next is going to have a hard time taking out cYn!

“Go To Sleep” by Eminem, DMW and Obie Trice starts to play as Rampage! runs down the ramp and climbs the cage with rigorous speed.

Larsen: Here comes Rampage! and catches cYnical full blown with a brutal clothesline that nearly took his head off!

Foxx: Rampage! is pumped as hell here, as he picks up Mercutio and nails him hard on the steel with a running suplex! …is it just me, or is that part of the cage looking like its going to break off?

Larsen: It’s just you. Diabolical is rising, but he gets planted with a reverse DDT by the blue lightening! Rampage! seems to be on a…Rampage!

Foxx: My god that was weak.

Larsen: Blow me. ‘Page wants to destroy someone here, and he’s giving Derrick an evil eye. Derrick wonders to his feet, and ‘Page grabs his throat! I think we’re going to see the
Rant’s End! ‘Page lifts Derrick up and hits it and…OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Foxx: THE CAGE BROKE! PART OF THE CAGE COLLAPSED AND RAMPAGE AND DERRICK FELL RIGHT DOWN TO THE RING! HOLLY FUCKING SHIT!

Larsen: Ladies and Gentlemen, I can’t believe was we just witnessed! Rampage! gave Derrick the Rant’s End, a sit-down chock slam, but part of the section of the cage snapped, making them both fall all the way down to the ring!

Foxx: Ah, the first “Holly Shit” chant of the match, gotta love it.

Larsen: Both ‘Page and Derrick are conscious, but in large amount of pain. They’re rolling around on the mat and trying to get back into this match.

Foxx: Speaking of which, Styxx has Michaels up for the Ganso bomb, it looks like he wants to ‘bomb him down through the hole in the cage, but Michaels just got tossed the steel chair from Sheepster!

Larsen: Michaels whacks the chair over Styxx’s already-busted head and avoids being thrown down to the ring below.

Foxx: Speaking of, both ‘Page and Derrick are slightly recovering and on their feet, trying to shake the cobwebs out of their hair. I guess they still have too much adrenalin in them to care!

Larsen: Rampage! is on the outside of the ring and is already climbing back toward the top!

Foxx: Look, so is Derrick! Woh, I guess neither of them wants to waste anytime down there and get back to the match…some how…

Larsen: I know this is every man for himself, but look at the courtesy from Michaels, Sheepster, cYnical and Mercutio. They’re all offering their hands to help Rampage! and Derrick get back into the match.

Foxx: Stevens now, too, is helping them all out and offering hands. What sportsmanship

Drop the Bombshell” by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers as Adema Aeries makes his way to the cage and starts climbing.

Foxx: Well here comes AA, and he quickly runs in and tries to dismantle the group of faces, but Stevens quickly leaves his post to fight the rookie off.

Larsen: It dosen’t seem enough, however, as he gets planted with a boot to the face! Meanwhile, Derrick and ‘Page are pretty much back on top of the cage, and the crowd seems to be loving this! Wait…wait…that’s not all, now the group of wrestlers are fixing the broken section! This is great!

Foxx: What the hell…you’re right! They’re all re-hooking the metal straps that snapped off to their respective positions.

Larsen: Wait a second here…Diabolical comes from out of no where…and JUMPS DOWN THROUGH THE GAP TOWARDS THE RING! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Foxx: I have NO idea why he did it, but the faces don’t seem to care! They reattach the cage and Diabolical is trapped down there by himself! Why did he do that!?

Larsen: I think that was his plan all along! But no time for that, Adema Aeries is trying to pick a fight with Dalby Sound, as he lifts up the Soundmaster and tries to dill him with a power slam, but Dalby reverses the attack with a spinning bulldog!

Foxx: Everyone goes back to their regular awareness now, although Rampage! and Derrick are out on the edges of the cage taking immense breathers.

Larsen: Oh man…I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, but what’s happening now is almost too hard to call. Besides ‘Page, Derrick, and Diabolical, everyman on top of the cage is taking part in a huge ass brawl!

Foxx: Remember people, nobody has been eliminated from this match yet.

Larsen: Sheepster is fighting Sound…cYnical is taking on Styxx, I mean Michaels, I mean…god damnit! This is the definition of a clusterfuck!

The Monkey Combat Theme Song starts to echo has the crowd favorite, Guybrush Threepwood comes towards the cage.

Larsen: Maybe the loveable pirate will straighten things out. He reaches the top and sees the brawl…

Foxx: Ha! The bastard is just standing there watching the chaos happen.

Larsen: Indeed he is, but now he’s…HAHAHA! Ladies and Gentlemen, Threepwood is doing the Swashbuckle Shuffle at the top of the cage!

Foxx: Son of a bitch…Sheepster sees the dance, and the Welshmen starts to bounce up and down like a child on Christmas morning.

Larsen: Yep, and now he’s shuffling along side of Threepwood! Man oh man, is the crowd ever loving this.

Foxx: Wait a second…here comes AA! He sprints out of the brawl and runs right into Threepwood while he was distracted!

Larsen: Threepwood can’t keep his balance! He stumbles off the cage and falls on the sand below! Oh my god, that is a long fucking drop!

Cherry: Guybrush Threepwood has been ELIMINATED!

Larsen: There we go… the first elimination of Mount Vesuvius!

Foxx: Hold up, Lars! AA is showing the world that he just eliminated Threepwood; the cocky bastard is acting like he just won the world title or something.

Larsen: I see what you’re saying…he’s distracting himself. And Sheepster was having so much fun with the pirate shuffle, he’s pissed off now! AA turns around, and is met with a MASSIVE SPARE RIBS!

Foxx: There he goes! Adema Aeries flies off the side of the cage and lands chest first onto the sand! That was frickin’ awesome!

Cherry: Adema Aeries has been eliminated!

Larsen: Just like that, the first two falls of the match have taken place. And my god have they been brutal.

Foxx: Yeah, and it’s only going to get higher from here!

“Crystal Planet” by John Satriani hits the speakers, as Mass Chaos makes his way toward the cage. Only problem, once he reached the top of the giant steel structure, he’s met with a drop kick right to the face from Dalby Sound.

Larsen: Oh my god! What a beginning for Mass Chaos, although he still has a firm grip on the side of the cage!

Foxx: Not for long, Dalby is trying to get this over and done with a soon as he can! He’s stomping away at his head and hands…Chaos won’t be able to hold on for too much longer!

Larsen: Oh no…there he goes! Chaos falls all the way down and lands feet first! Damn it!

Foxx: No! He’s not done yet Larsen! Only one foot has reached the sand, Chaos is still in this one!

Larsen: We should probably start focusing on the brawl up on the cage now. Essentially, X just got double suplexed by Rampage! and Mercutio, but things are still very hectic up here. Rampage! gets to his feet…but walks right into a Killswitch from Drew Michaels right onto the steel chair! Oh man!

Foxx: But now its Michael’s turns, as John Derrick sneaks up from behind him and plants the champ with The Reckonin’! I don’t care what anybody says, I love that move!

Larsen: But here comes Mercutio! Derrick turns around and is met with the Closure, a friggin’ Canadian Destroyer! Ladies and Gentlemen, please remember how brutal this mesh is.

Foxx: Also remember that coward Diabolical is still hiding in the ring, away from all this kick ass action.

Larsen: Indeed. Everyone seems to be trading off their finishers here, but wait, here comes Mass Chaos who has climbed the cage again, and he plants Dalby Sound with a kick to the back of the head! Wow! Talk about revenge!

Foxx: Meanwhile, it looks like even more destruction is taking place, as Mercutio just got planted with a chair shot from Gregory Stevens! I know that guy is on Alchemy, but it seems he still knows how to wield a chair! I guess everything just goes to hell when you’re up here.

Larsen: Too bad Stevens can’t soak in any of the moment, he immediately gets hit in the back of the head with X’s chain! Stevens went friggin’ limp after that one!

Foxx: Ahhh…look who’s back Larsen. Dalby Sound has recovered from the strike and wants to take it out on Chaos!

Larsen: Sound sees Chaos, and he sneaks up behind the guy and…HA! Dalby Sound has gotten Chaos into some painfully looking submission…I think it’s safe to say that’s the iTap!

Foxx: Oh man, THAT’S the iTap!? Chaos won’t be able to last long in that thing! Though I think we should all look at X, it looks like he’s going to have some kind of panic attack…he seems to have all this energy…and here comes cYnical to take him out!

Larsen: But he just gets wiped in the face from X’s chain! cYnical is down and out, but here comes Sheepster to save the day! No! He just runs right into X’s primary finisher, the Abyss, which is a Sitout Tombstone Piledriver! Sheepster could be dead from landing on the mesh like that!

Foxx: X isn’t done with the BMJs however, Styxx charges at him but he counters with the X’ed out, a freakin’ stunner!

Larsen: Holly shit, X as single handedly taken out all of the BMJs! He has his chain in hand, and I think this guy is ready for anything! This is Mount Vesuvius!

"mOBSCENE" by Marilyn Manson hits as Blackwell comes out from behind the curtain.

Larsen: The fifteenth entrant… it’s Blackwell! The representative of the Dark Carnival is now coming into the match! He’ll now be the freshest man in that match, except maybe for Doctor David Diabolical, who’s cowardly hiding away from everyone.

Foxx: You say cowardice Larsen, I say intelligence. It’s the smart move to make! Let your opponents beat themselves up and sneak out to win the match right at the end.

Larsen: Call it straight, Foxx. You know that its cowardice.

Foxx: I am calling it straight. Unlike you, I call a spade, a spade.

Larsen: Well, Blackwell quickly running towards the ring and immediately jumps into the brawl…

Foxx: You can say that again! Wait, look back in the ring! Stevens just attempted to nail a huge clothesline on John “Doc” Derrick, but Derrick dodged, countering with The Reckoning! Stevens is out!

Larsen: Derrick taking a step back to catch his breath, but he is quickly spun around by Drew Michaels now… Oh my god, Michaels nailing a huge DDT! Rampage joining into the fray… Rampage nailed the Go To Sleep on Michaels! Mercutio charging Rampage now… but he is nailed into the ground with a big boot!

Foxx: Blackwell now trying to make an impact, attacking Rampage! from behind! Rampage quickly counters him with an elbow to the face, which sends Blackwell crashing into the mat. As Rampage approaches, however, Blackwell quickly grabs him and tosses him through the middle rope! Some excellent wrestling there!

Larsen: Indeed, smart move by Blackwell. He’s sliding out of the ring now. As Rampage gets up, Blackwell goes for some quick knees to the midsection of Rampage! He nails a dropkick, sending Rampage reeling back. Rampage is outside the cage now, standing on the entrance block, desperately trying to balance himself. Blackwell trying for a punch to the face… but Rampage blocks it. He replies with a punch of his own, following it up with a shove, pushing Blackwell away. That was a close one for Rampage! He’s inches away from the sand and elimination!

Foxx: He’s not out of this one yet! Blackwell running towards him once more, with a quick uppercut to is jaw. Rampage is teetering! Will he be able to hold on?

Larsen: He must! Rampage desperately shoving Blackwell back once again! Blackwell is charging a third time, trying to hit a clothesline to send Rampage back and onto the sand! Oh my god!

Foxx: I can’t believe it! That was incredible!

Larsen: Rampage using his innovativeness there, using Blackwell’s momentum for an overhead toss, causing the superstar to fall straight on his head in the sand.

Cherry: Blackwell has been eliminated!

The second cage starts lowering and the superstars on the roof of the first cage step back so as not be caught inside it.

Larsen: The second cage has lowered!

Foxx: As if falling from the top of the first cage wasn’t bad enough! This adds a whole new dimension to this match!

"Halo" by SOiL hits as Syanide steps Syanide steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He walks a few steps and stops, staring intently at Rampage. Rampage glares back at him for a few seconds and then smiles, holding out his hand and beckoning Syanide to come closer. Syanide smiles and starts running towards the ring.

Larsen: Did you see the staredown between those two?

Foxx: Forget about that! Look at what’s going on inside the ring! X is using his chain to choke out Styxx! It appears he’s trying to send a message here! There’s only room for one monster in FMW!

Larsen: He’s raising Styxx onto his feet! Styxx is desperately fighting back, but X has the chain locked in pretty tight!

Foxx: Syanide has reached the ring and more importantly, he’s just reached Rampage. They immediately start trading blows! A right by Syanide. A right by Rampage! Both of these men trying to get the upper hand!

Foxx: It’s no secret that Syanide hates Black, Chinese, Jewish… aww what the hell, he hates everyone who isn’t part of his Brotherhood.

Larsen: You can’t say Black on air! You have to say “African-American”.

Foxx: I’ll say just what I want! X is still strangling Styxx! Wait… Sheepster is crawling towards them. He reaches X… and nails a low blow! That’ll bring down anyone… even a monster.

Larsen: X slowly starts to release his grip… and Styxx capitalizing! He’s lowering his head, bringing X onto his shoulders. Styxx nails a running powerslam on X, before falling to the floor, exhausted. All of the men inside the ring are down and out!

Foxx: Syanide and Rampage are still battling. Syanide just hit a thumb to the eye! He grabs Rampage arm and Irish Whips him towards the side of the cage… as Rampage teeters back and turns around, Syanide running in with a huge clothesline. Rampage is down and possibly out!

Final Fantasy VII - Beyond the Wasteland hits as Orochi comes out.

Larsen: Here comes the ninja, Orochi! He’s heading towards the ring with a… my god, it can’t possibly be!

Foxx: I wondered whether someone was going to die in this match… and they just might…

Larsen: Orochi is carrying a Samurai Sword!

Foxx: Syanide is climbing up the structure now towards the second tier! Mass Chaos, who just rolled out of the ring, stares after Syanide and starts climbing up as well. Orochi sheathes his word, following closely behind!

Larsen: Syanide is the first up. As Mass Chaos pulls himself over the edge, Syanide starts stamping him on the head! Orochi over the top now… unsheathing his sword again! By god, he’s slashing at Syanide. Syanide barely dodging the blow, quickly kicking the sword out of the hand of Orochi. Mass Chaos grabs Syanide from behind… he appears to be going for a German Suplex.

Foxx: A German suplex from there will surely kill the man! Do it!

Larsen: Don’t!

Foxx: Syanide blocking. Mass Chaos trying for it once again, but Syanide blocks off the move once more. Syanide now nailing Mass Chaos with an elbow… and another one. With the third elbow he’s forced to release his grap. Syanide falls onto one knee, turning around to face Chaos.

Larsen: Good god! He just created chaos of his own! Syanide nailed Mass Chaos with a shoulder to the midsection, sending him crashing down onto the sand, narrowly passing by X, who is on his way up! Orochi capitalizing… nailing a huge neckbreaker on Syanide. Syanide rolling through under the ropes and falling onto the first cage’s roof. My god!

Cherry: Mass Chaos has been eliminated!

"Switchblade 327" by Brian Setzer Orchestra hits as CGS comes out.

Larsen: Here comes CGS… The bikie of justice is probably hoping to bring some justice to the ring tonight!

Foxx: Justice through tossing men off of cages? Ha! That’s a new one. I wonder how Syanide’s doing?

Larsen: CGS has a Bikers Chain in his hand, a weapon right up his alley. CGS arrives at the ring and is now making his way up. All three of the former Bad Mamma Jamma’s have gotten up and are staring at Syanide, who looks to be in a state of confusion! They stare at each other and share a smile, doing the BMJ Gangstomp quickly on Syanide… before continuing climbing up. Mercutio and Stevens are now both up to their feet… Stevens quickly trying to clothesline Mercutio… but Mercutio was too fast for him, nailing a drop toe hold!

Foxx: A drop toe hold straight onto the side of the steel cage! Stevens is railing, wildly jumping around… and he just fell over backwards, straight off the structure! What a way to go!

Cherry: Gregory Stevens has been eliminated!

Larsen: CGS and X are staring each other down now! X wildly swings his chain, trying to strike CGS… but CGS brings his own chain forward, blocking the shot. X attempting to big boot CGS, but he ducks under the kick and quickly follows with a belly to belly suplex! Orochi swinging his sword towards CGS, but CGS holding up the chain, blocking it. He wraps the chain around the sword, swinging it back, throwing the weapon off the cage and rendering it useless. As he swings the chain once more towards Orochi, the ninja takes a step back to avoid the swing, before charging in with a dropkick to CGS’, sending him staggering back… but Styxx is in the ring now, charging in with a nail crunching spear to Orochi! All three of the former Bad Mamma Jammas gather around him once more and stare at the crowd!

Foxx: They’re eating it up, Larsen! They know whats coming next!

Larsen: Indeed they do and there it is! The BMJ Gangstomp once again! CGS is now running at X… but X stops him in his tracks with a knee to the midsection. X just raised CGS up… where does he get this kind of strength? X just nailed a powerbomb on the 300 pound CGS! Styxx, Sheepster and cYnical all start targeting X… but Orochi joins the fray, kicking Sheepster off his feet with a roundhouse kick.

"Alive" by Godsmack hits as Korran Halycon comes out.

Larsen: Entrant Number 19 has just arrived and its one half of the FMW Tag Team Champins, Korran Halycon!

Foxx: I’d be surprised if he lasts more than a few seconds in that structure without his tag team partner, though. These “Great” tag team wrestlers tend to rely too heavily on having backup in matches.

Larsen: Korran Halycon is a great competitor, Foxx, and I’m sure he has just as good a chance as anyone of winning this match. Derrick is finally up from the finisher he took and is climbing up, aswell as Rampage! Derrick is climbing up… but Rampage spots Syanide rolling around on the first cage’s roof and doesn’t follow him, instead going for Neo-Nazi!

Foxx: X is still struggling against both cYnical and Styxx at the top. Orochi grabs Styxx from behind, nailing a back-cracker on the monster. cYnical turning – he sees that both Sheep and Styxx are down… and X quickly capitalizing, grabbing hold of cYn’s throat! He just hit a chokeslam on cYnical! X doesn’t have much time to admire his handiwork though… because Derrick just jumped in from behind, elbowing his knee. X staggers down.

Larsen: Derrick seeing his chance and grabbing the head of X. He lands a running bulldog on him!

Foxx: There’s definitely no love lost between those two! They fought on Anarchy 3.1 and still bear the grudges tonight!

Larsen: Korran Halycon has now made it up the structure to the top! He quickly lands a dropkick on Derick who bounces back onto the ropes. As Derick recoils, he jumps forward and nails a fore-arm onto Korran. Both are exchanging blows.

Foxx: Rampage has lifted Syanide up onto his feet… they’re both standing dangerously close to the edge there…

Larsen: Rampage nailing an uppercut that sends Syanide staggering backwards, flailing his arms wildly as he tries to balance. Rampage nails a few stiff rights and lefts but still Syanide holds on!

Foxx: As Rampage comes closer to throw Syanide off, he goes for a headbutt. But Syanide had the same idea! Both men crashing their heads into each other. They’re both reeling… oh my god, both men just fell off! But Rampage grabbed hold of the cage! And Syanide… Syanide grabbed hold of Rampage’s leg! Both men hanging precariously from the edge!

Larsen: Syanide grabbing hold of the cage aswell. It’s Drew Michaels! Drew Michaels is up. He’s walking around the side of the cage, helping Rampage get back onto the structure! Syanide also pulling himself back. Drew with a quick stomp to Syanide’s head, before glancing at the second tier cage and climbing up!

Foxx: Meanwhile Derrick and Korran Halycon are still exchanging blows, not focusing on Orochi, who has stepped back for a few seconds, waiting for an opening. Orochi runs and nails both of the men with a huge flying clothesline!

"Wake The Dead" by Comeback Kid hits as Harlequin comes out.

Larsen: Here comes Harlequin! He climbs up and notices Mercutio still on the roof of the first cage. He pulls Mercutio up and both of them climb to the second tier. Orochi charges Harlequin, but Harlequin is quick to respond with a huge chop. Orochi staggers back, only to be met with another chop from Mercutio. Effective double teaming by Commedia Del’Arte!

Foxx: They’re both chopping Orochi all the way into the turnbuckle. They raise him up onto the top rope… What could they be thinking? Harlequin drops onto his hands and knees and Mercutio runs back. Oh my god!

Larsen: Shades of The Hardy Boys as Mercutio nails a whisper in the wind on Orochi, using Harlequin as a launching platform. Orochi just fell from the turnbuckle onto the first cage’s roof, his momentum carrying him forward straight onto the floor!

Cherry: Orochi has been eliminated!

As Mercutio and Harlequin celebrate, they do not notice as X gets to his feet

Larsen: Look behind you, damnit!

Foxx: X doesn’t look too happy with the way he’s been treated here!

Larsen: As Mercutio turns around, X grabs him by the neck. Harlequin sees this and runs forward to help his companion, but X uses his other hand to grab him by the neck aswell. A kick by Mercutio to the stomach of X… followed by a kick by Harlequin to the same area. They’re desperately struggling to get free. Eventually the monster is forced to release them. They’re running back, appearing to go for a double-clothesline.

Foxx: Yet X counters by grabbing both of them by the throat again. Double-Chokeslam! Double-Chokeslam! Mercutio and Harlequin were just planted!

Larsen: Sheepster is up! Sheepster sees the devastation X has caused and quickly runs towards the top rope! As X heads his way, he jumps down for a crossbody. But X caught him in midair! Wait… somebody just dropkicked Sheepster, causing the monster X to fall over backwards! It’s Drew Michaels. X quickly gets up… but Drew Michaels charges straight at him, nailing him with a neckbreaker.

Foxx: Drew Michaels just proved why he’s such a great champion. He doesn’t back down, not even from the big guys!

"Let The Eagles Soar" by John Ashcroft hits as Robert Lillehammer walks out from behind the curtain, taking a few moments to glare at the crowd. He has a microphone with him and raises it to his mouth.

Lillehammer: Well, isn’t this a politically hazardous environment. The Mount Vesusvius match is a disgrace. The number I chose was politically unfair! It all goes to show you what our United States system has come to.

Lillehammer pauses before the entrance.

Lillehammer: You know, all of you are unmoralistic bastards. You have no idea about politics. You believe in “democracy”. Well, I’ll tell you right here and now all this democracy is a fluke. The reason why I should come into power is to save yourselves from… well, yourselves!

Larsen: Can you believe this guy?

Lillehammer: Now, you can all do me and yourselves a favour… and jump off the side of the structure… or I can come up there… and show you why I’m not a man to mess with.

Foxx: A true political hero right there, my friend.

Superstars start groaning and everyone who is conscious enough stop fighting, staring down at the loudmouth. Lillehammer proceeds to start climbing up the cage. He reaches the first tier and continues to climb up towards the top. Headbanger stares at him for a few seconds before smiling, pointing first at Lillehammer and then at the crowd. They start to cheer and a chant comes up.

Crowd: Throw him off! *clap clap clap clap clap* Throw him off!

Larsen: Its clear what the crowd want right here…

Foxx: He’s a political hero! They shouldn’t be chanting this stuff! They should be cheering Lillehammer… not the self proclaimed warrior of god…

Larsen: Lillehammer trying for a cheapshot, as he goes for a thumb to the eye of Michaels. But Michaels blocked it! Michaels grabs Lillehammer with a release belly to belly suplex. Lillehammer falling right on X. X is stirring. X and Lillehammer both getting up. Lillehammer is looking with fear at X.

Foxx: No! Don’t let that monster mangle you, Mr. Lillehammer!

Larsen: X grabbing Lillehammer. X raising Lillehammer up and crashing him down for the powerbomb! Sheepster has gotten up now… he’s heading to the top rope. Oh… my… god…

Foxx: That’s like the millionth time you’ve said that tonight… but I have to echo your sentiments…

Larsen: Spare ribs! Sheepster hit the Spare ribs all the way from the top rope onto Lillehammer, who seems to be convulsing! Mercutio and Harlequin are up… Mercutio with a kick to the groin of Lillehammer… as he doubles over, Harlequin nailing a huge DDT.

Foxx: This doesn’t look good for Lillehammer.

Larsen: CGS is up from the powerbomb… his face seems contorted… he looks like a monster in his own right! CGS hits a big boot on Lillehammer… but he’s not finished yet. He picks up Lillehammer once again, nailing another big boot.

Foxx: Lillehammer gets up slowly, staring at all the men with fear, before turning around to run… but he stares straight into the face of X. He tries to doge past him… but X grabs him. But wait… the BMJ’s are pleading with X to give Lillehammer to them! Grudgingly, X tosses him towards them. Styxx just nailed a Ganzo bomb on Lillehammer… cYnical going to the top rope… nailing a frog splash! Sheepster quickly nails another Spare rib.

Larsen: And now… all three are picking him up. They’re running…. Lillehammer tossed…

Larsen: All the way to the floor!

Cherry: Robert Lillehammer has been eliminated!

Larsen: This sure is the best match that’s ever happened in FMW…

Foxx: Korran Halycon is now running rampant. He’s clotheslining down cYnical… now Sheepster… now Styxx! Korran is going wild!

"Renegade" by Jay-Z and Eminem hits as Hostyle steps out.

Larsen: Here comes Hostyle… but wait… Korran is pausing. He’s staring down from the structure all the way to Hostyle.

Foxx: Hostyle is also staring up at Korran. For a moment, Hostyle looks at Doctor David Diabolical in the ring. They seem to be having some kind of “unspoken conversation”. Hostyle then proceeds to climb up! He’s going to take it to Korran!

Larsen: At the second cage, Derrick and Michaels are starting to show some teamwork, trying to bring down the monster X! They’re both working him down… and now they’re hooking the arms! A double suplex on that cage could be a risky manoeuvre!

Foxx: They’re raising the monster up… but he blocks it! X now lifting both men, giving them a double suplex of his own!

Larsen: CGS is kicking both Derrick and Headbanger while they’re on the ground now. He seems to be smiling…

Foxx: Violence does that to you, Larsen. He’s enjoying himself.

Larsen: The Bad Mamma Jammas are brawling with Commedia Del’Arte now! Harlequin grabs Sheepster and does a spinning neckbreaker. Mercutio nails down cYnical with a drop kick. They immediately start hammering Styxx with punches, but can’t seem to get him down. Both men grabbing the arms and irish whipping Styxx towards the ropes. Harlequin getting on his hands and knees again. Mercutio runs back and jumps off Harlequin’s back into a huge spear on Styxx. They’ve gotten him down!

Foxx: Good teamwork there!

Larsen: But CGS just grabbed Mercutio. He raises him onto his shoulder and nails a front slam. Harlequin going for a sidekick, but CGS grabs hold of his leg, raising him up and hits a military press slam!

Larsen: Meanwhile, Hostyle has made it to the second cage! He’s going through the ropes and just as he passes through the side, Korran running at him. Clothesline over the rope… but Korran went with Hostyle. They’re both tumbling down all the way to the floor! Korran eliminated himself to eliminate Hostyle!

Foxx: Doctor David Diabolical seems to be in shock. One of his N.M.E. stablemates was just eliminated by that fanatic Korran!

Cherry: Both Hostyle and Korran Halycon have been eliminated!

Larsen: Look, X is bellowing with glee on that top cage! The monster seems pleased with his destructive handiwork! He better look behind him, though, as Rampage has climbed the structure to the top! Rampage just grabbed X from behind... apparently for a German suplex.

Foxx: Wishful thinking Larsen. There is no way in hell anybody can German suplex that monster.

Larsen: Rampage is trying… but he can’t get X lifted… he goes for it again… once again he just can’t manage. X is fighting back with two elbows to the head… but suddenly Rampage seems to get a burst of energy as he throws him clear across the air! Rampage did it!

Foxx: Holy crap.

Larsen: The fans seem to be echoing your sentiment there! Listen to them!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Larsen: Syanide onto the structure now! He doesn’t give Rampage time to gloat over his achievement, as he nails him with a few punches to the kidney. Syanide quickly grabbing the head of Rampage and hits a DDT… but Rampage bounces straight back up! He quickly grabs Syanide and does a DDT of his own… but amazingly, Syanide also bounces straight back up…

Foxx: X is up and heading for Rampage, though! The monster really looks pissed off!

Larsen: He spins Rampage around, hitting him in the face. Syanide capitalizing… hitting a low-blow on Rampage! Syanide grabbing the arms… he seems to be going for a full nelson slam. But Rampage still able to think on his feet, as he kicks back his leg, nailing a low blow of his own. X swinging his arm for a punch on Rampage… but he ducks and it hits Syanide instead!

"Alive and Kicking" by Nonpoint hits as Slegna comes out.

Larsen: Here comes Slegna!

Foxx: Woop-ty-frickin-do.

Larsen: Come on… this kid proved us all wrong by winning a spot on the main roster… and he’s hoping to silence some more of his critics tonight in this match!

Foxx: Slegna climbing up very quickly. He’s on the first cage… almost jumping up to get to the second one… I don’t know why this kid is so eager to get into this thing. You don’t want to burn yourself out too fast in a match like this!

Larsen: Slegna is in… he immediately goes for John Doc Derrick, apparently trying to send a message that he can “hang with the big dogs”. Slegna flails his arm for a punch but Derrick ducks under it and does a quick jab… Slegna trying again, but once again Derrick is able to dodge, and hits another jab. Slegna getting frustrated now, locking up with Derrick in a test of strength. For a moment it looks like Slegna is able to push Derrick back, but then he is sent flying across the ring.

Foxx: That’s what you get for trying to impress the fans.

Larsen: As Slegna gets up he lunges wildly for Derrick, but again the older man sidesteps him. Slegna walks straight into Drew Michaels… who hooks the arm and suplexes Slegna into the ground.

Foxx: Look, X has regained his chain! He lost it at some point in the match, but he’s found it amongst the carnage of bodies. X swinging the chain wildly, hitting Rampage across the head with it.

Larsen: But as X turns around, CGS hits him with the biker chain on the head. The monster is staggering. CGS throws the chain onto the ground and walks forward. He’s got hold of X…

Foxx: Shades of Hulk Hogan as CGS hits a scoop slam on X!

"Infected" by Bad Religion hits as Homicide comes out.

Larsen: Here comes one of the most talented young members of the roster… Homicide!

Foxx: He’s a brash, cocky kid. I think that’s quite admirable.

Larsen: He also happens to show good prowess in wrestling. Homicide running in… but instead of climbing up, he’s entering the ring. He’s grabbed hold of Doctor David Diabolical. The crowd going wild!

Foxx: I take back my sentiments about Homicide. Doctor David Diabolical had a good strategy going for him, but now Homicide has ruined it.

Larsen: Homicide dragging Doctor David Diabolical up the side of the structure. They’re both back in the match on the first cage’s roof now! Homicide dropkicking Diabolical! Diabolical staggers back, but quickly sidekicks Homicide. Diabolical coming forward… but Homicide grabs him… he just did the Anaconda Vice, he’s got it locked in. Diabolical struggling… rolling Homicide over into a crossface like manoeuvre. Homicide grabbing the cage support next to him, he’s pulling himself up, forcing Diabolical to release the hold. Homicide giving a huge jump, grabbing hold of the top of the second cage, he pulled himself up. Homicide grabbing hold of the hair of Doctor David Diabolical, pulling him up as well. Both men are now in the second cage!

Foxx: That had to hurt!

Larsen: CGS sees Homicide and runs forward, grabbing him from behind. Full Nelson Slam! He grabs Diabolical and nails a belly to belly slam! CGS is laughing. A sadistic side to him seems to be showing itself tonight!

Foxx: I think it’s a good side, Larsen. He’s realized that hurting people is much more fun that “friendly competition.”

Maniac comes out, to a resounding chorus of boos from the crowd.

Larsen: Here comes The Maniac! The Maniac is on his way towards the ring. This is the man who dementedly beat up Jackie Test! We will now have four monsters in the cage aswell… Styxx, X, CGS and Maniac!

Foxx: Its not going to be pretty.

Larsen: On the top cage, CGS eyes all the fallen men. He’s picking up Slegna. Slegna battles back. Drop kick to the knee of CGS. CGS buckling down… Slegna now with a dropkick to the face. CGS is down. Slegna stomping him a few times and running to the top rope. He flies across the sky with a moonsault. CGS sat up slightly, catching him. CGS getting up with Slegna in his arms.

Foxx: CGS seems unstoppable.

Larsen: Fallaway slam on Slegna. CGS is staring at the chainlink of the structure now. He’s grabbing hold of it and yanking at it furiously. He got the chain loose! He grabs Slegna’s head and raises him up. Oh no… he’s tying the chain around the neck of Slegna, putting him on his shoulders. CGS running, throwing Slegna over the ropes. The chainlink prevents Slegna from falling.

Foxx: Yes, but now he’s dangling by his neck in the air, choking to death.

Larsen: CGS is laughing! Slegna is dying from asphyxiation and CGS is laughing. Slegna’s body is convulsing out there. Oh god, the chainlink snapped! Slegna has just fallen to his doom!

Cherry: Slegna has been eliminated!

Foxx: I like the new CGS. He’s my favourite superstar now.

Larsen: Derrick sees CGS standing near the ropes. He’s sneakily walking towards him. Derick capitalizes, by grabbing CGS legs and tossing him upwards, straight over the top rope and onto the floor below!

Cherry: CGS has been eliminated!

Larsen: Slegna and CGS are out of the match! Maniac is on the top now, he’s grabbing hold of Derrick. He’s raising him onto his shoulders. Electric chair drop on Doc! Maniac just made an impact.

"Lake of Fire" by Nirvana hits the speakers, and the Prince of Pretty hurries down the ramp and towards Mt. Vesuvius

Larsen: Looks like we've got our 26th entrant here, the Prince of Pretty's making his way to the structure!

Foxx: Aboot damn time! Diabolical needs some more help up there!

Larsen: Did you just say "Aboot damn time"?

Foxx: You're Canadian too, you know.

Larsen: Touché. Anyways, the Prince of Pretty is hurrying up the structure here to join everyone else on the second tier where we continue to have an all out brawl.

Foxx: I don't think anyone's even noticed him climbing up the side, there, they're all too absorbed in match.

Larsen: Prince reaches the upper tier here, and he's beginning to unload on cYnical.

Foxx: Lefts and rights from the Prince, the freshest man in this match, and he's working into a frenzy here

Larsen: Pretty gets cYnical in a front facelock, and nails a DDT onto the mesh floor!

Foxx: And he gets straight back to his feet to start work on Styxx!

Larsen: Meanwhile we still have RAMPAGE! and Syanide trading blows up here, those two have barely stopped since the moment Syanide got here, and they're both worse for wear as a result

Foxx: Look at Harlequin! He just knocked Dalby Sound dizzy with a couple of punches, and now he's crouching on all fours behind him?

Mercutio runs up to Dalby and shoves him backwards, causing him to stumble and trip over Harlequin, who gets back to his feet to give his tag partner a high 5

Larsen: Interesting double team put to use there by Harlequin and Cutio!

Foxx: Dalby's not going to be happy with that one. Schoolyard pranks have no place in a wrestling ring! Or a Mt. Vesuvius for that matter!

Larsen: Well the crowd seem to disagree with you there, they loved that stunt!

Foxx: When Mercutio gets thrown off, I hope he lands on his head.

Larsen: Prince of Pretty still fighting against the Styxx and cYnical, but it looks like he's tiring, it's probably only a matter of time before they get the better of him here

Foxx: I think Diabolical's sensed that, he's knocked Homicide down with a short arm clothesline, and he's looking to help out his stable mate. Diabolical breaks into a run...

Larsen: But Derrick intercepts, and nails him with an STO! Both men down from that move!

Foxx: Ha! The Doc took out the Doc. Whatever next?

Larsen: Well, it appears Homicide's back to his feet already, and he and Drew Michaels have reached some kind of working arrangement as they both try to slow down the monster X.

Homicide delivers a strike to X's gut, and he and Michaels lift X up for a double team suplex. X however, manages to counter the move in mid-air, and drops them both on their head with a double spike DDT. X quickly gets to his feet, but out of nowhere, Maniac runs in, and blasts him with a spear, taking the big man off his feet, and rattling the structure with the impact.

Foxx: Holy fuck! X just massacred Homicide and Michaels with those DDTs, but before he could even celebrate, The Maniac takes him out of the game! Insanity!

Larsen: That was one heck of a counter from X, and a brutal spear by Haydn Domstad. This is chaos, pure chaos!

Foxx: And it's great!

As cYnical slowly gets to his feet from a clothesline, the Prince of Pretty continues to lay into Styxx. He goes for a Diamond cutter, but Styxx pushes him away and he staggers forwards...

Larsen: Into a double superkick from Sheepster and cYnical!! Prince of Pretty's going to need a hell of a lot of dental work to get his pretty back after that one!

The double superkick fails to floor the Prince, but instead he staggers backwards, and is met with a waistlock from Styxx who delivers an overhead german suplex

Larsen: OH MY GOD!!! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX HALFWAY ACROSS THE CAGE!!!

Foxx: He must have flown nine, maybe ten feet there! What a German Suplex form Styxx, and the Bad Mamma Jammas stand tall!

Larsen: I wish people would stop mentioning them...

Foxx: The Bad Mamma Jammas. I think it's a fraternity of some kind.

Larsen: Maniac's back to his feet here, and it doesn't look like the Beta Mu Iota party is going to last for very long. Maniac goes for a suplex on cYnical, but cYnical lands back down on his feet.

Foxx: Now Styxx is joining cYnical. Maybe a double team suplex here to Maniac? No! Maniac lands back down safely on his feet

Mercutio runs over, and stands to the side of Maniac. The two of them try to lift cYnical and Styxx, but once again, the suplex doesn't go through and they land on their feet.

Larsen: So much for that. And now it appears Sheepster is joining the BMJs to help them with the suplex! The three of them lift Maniac and Mercutio up... but they land back down again! And now Harlequin's coming over!

Foxx: This is just getting silly.

Larsen: Harlequin rushes to the side of Mercutio. Comedia Dell'Arte and Maniac going for a suplex on all three men!

Foxx: And they hit it! Triple Suplex takes out all the BMJs at the same time!

Larsen: Amazing, and unlikely teamwork from these three. They stare each other down... and Maniac clotheslines both Mercutio and Harlequin!

Foxx: Brutal double clothesline, and it looks like The Maniac is the only man standing here at the moment! Devastation! Chaos! What more could a man want?

"O Fortuna" his the sound system, and Adrian O'Rion charges out from behind the curtain, with a baseball bat in hand

Foxx: The little psycho brother is here! Business is about to pick up! Again!

Larsen: The 27th entrant in Mt. Vesuvius looks like he intends to deal out some hurt here.

Adrian runs up to the structure, and throws his bat onto the first cage before climbing up after it. Maniac stands in wait on top of the second cave, along with the general car wreck of beaten down wrestlers.

Larsen: Looks like Adrian's hesitating here. When he climbs up to that top cage, The Maniac's going to have the jump on him, and if he throws his bat up to make it easier to climb, the Maniac will have that too.

Adrian continues to stand on the edge of the first cage, staring down Haydn Domstad, when Homicide suddenly gets to his feet and delivers a quick reverse neckbreaker to the Maniac. O'Rion seizes his opportunity and hurriedly tosses the bat up to the top level and chases after it

Foxx: He found a way! I knew he'd find a way, that sneaky little bastard!

Adrian stands tall with the bat, almost begging people to get a piece of him. Homicide gets to his feet and charges at Adrian

Larsen: But Adrian turns him inside out with that baseball bat! Brutal shot from the youngest, and evilest O'Rion!

Foxx: Homicide should have stayed down

Drew Michaels gets to his feet but Adrian's ready for him. He meets him with a shot to the stomach and then to the spine, causing a sickening sound as the bat smashes across Michaels' back.

Larsen: Oh, fuck! Drew Michaels just got his back caved in with a fucking baseball bat!

Foxx: Ha! We're talking broken rib city here, Larsen, and I that's exactly what people came to see. Violence! Lots of it!

Doc slowly clambers to a vertical base, but reaches out for a steel chair to defend himself. As he gets to his feet, Adrian swings for the fences, but Derrick uses the steel chair as a shield to protect himself

Foxx: Clang!! What an impact, bat against chair, and both men's weapons go flying out of their hands from that collision!

Larsen: Derrick is the first to recover, and it looks like he's going for a powerbomb on Adrian O'Rion!

As Derrick reaches down to lift O'Rion, Maniac runs towards him, and delivers a clothesline, right to the face, allowing O'Rion to escape from the manoeuvre

Larsen: Huge clothesline from Domstad, saving Adrian O'Rion in the process

Foxx: Big mistake. He should have waited until after the move had been hit to do that.

Adrian recovers quickly and sneaks up behind Maniac. He grabs him by the waist and the back of the neck, and hurls him off the structure, into the sand below

Cherry: The Maniac has been eliminated!!

Foxx: Well fuck me with a spatula! There goes Domstad at the hands of Adrian O'Rion! Huge fall from the second cage!

As O'Rion surveys his work, Comedia Dell'Arte sneak up behind him, and attempt to attack him with forearms. Adrian senses them however, and ducks. He grabs Mercutio, and Irish whips him towards the edge...

Larsen: Mercutio could be gone here... no! He keeps his balance on the edge! Just!

Unfortunately, the next thing Mercutio sees is O'Rion throwing his tag partner at him. The collision sends both him and Harlequin flying off the edge of the cage and to the ground

Foxx: JESUS CHRIST! ADRIAN O'RION JUST ELIMINATED HARLEQUIN AND MERCUTIO WITH ONE MOVE!!!

Cherry: Harlequin and Mercutio have been eliminated!!

Larsen: Insane. Over the last minute, Adrian O'Rion has committed what I can only describe as some kind of ritualistic mass murder. He throws Maniac out, and then uses Harlequin as a projectile to eliminate both him and Mercutio. That kid is vicious!

Adrian taunts the crowd, but suddenly he is floored with a kick to the back of the head

Foxx: But he forgot about Rampage!!! Black power!

As Rampage stands over Adrian, he is knocked down by a forearm to the back of the head

Larsen: And Rampage forgot about Syanide! The damn racist takes him out.

Rampage stumbles forward and over the ropes, almost falling off the cell, as a sharp intake of breath is heard throughout the crowd. Thinking quickly, he manages to land on the edge of the first cage

Foxx: And Syanide nearly eliminated Rampage there!

Syanide quickly follows Rampage down to the first cage, and the two of them begin to brawl on the edge of the cage.

Larsen: This is dangerous stuff here, Syanide and Rampage are fighting in a very precarious position

Syanide swings at Rampage with a right hand. Rampage instinctively ducks and hits Syanide with a shot to the gut.

Foxx: Syanide could be in trouble here. Rampage looks like he has something in mind.

Larsen: Roundhouse kick from Rampage! And FUCK! He just kicked Syanide through the door and into the second cage! Both men are now one floor directly below everyone else!

Rampage follows Syanide through the door into the cage. Syanide rolls to his feet and delivers a swift kick to the groin of Rampage, following up with an inverted fisherman’s buster. With Rampage down he heads for the corner of the cage and picks something up

Larsen: Shades of Spectre there with that modified fisherman's buster, and it looks like Syanide's planning something here... what is that? Is that...?!?

Foxx: It's a roll of barbed wire! Syanide's about to go KKK on Rampage's ass!

Larsen: Folks, this is not going to be pretty...

Syanide gleefully begins to wrap the barbed wire around the inside of the cage itself, as Rampage remains down and out

Larsen: Back on the top of the cage we have some action here as Diabolical and Homicide scramble to their feet. Homicide goes for a forearm, Diabolical ducks it, and lifts him onto his shoulders

Foxx: He's going for the DNR, surely!

Before Diabolical has a chance, Homicide drops round the back. Diabolical turns around, and Homicide quickly lifts him up, and nails him with a jackhammer

Larsen: Homi-hammer to Diabolical!

Homicide gets to his feet but cYnical meets him and lifts him onto his back for a Negative Outlook

Foxx: We could be about to see the Negative Outlook here. He's lining it up

Larsen: Is he going to throw him into the turnbuckle with that move?

Foxx: Looks like it!

cYnical runs towards the corner, but Homicide manages to escape, and drops down to his feet, he turns around but is met with a spare ribs by Sheepster

Larsen: Spare ribs! Homicide thought he'd countered cYnical, but he just wandered into Sheepster's finisher!

As cYnical watches Sheepster take Homicide down, he doesn't notice the Prince of Pretty leap up behind him and deliver a back cracker. At the same moment, Sheepster gets to his feet, and spins around into Dalby Sound, who nails a belly belly suplex on the Sheep.

Larsen: cYnical and Sheep both taken down here! Textbook suplex from Dalby Sound!

Foxx: It certainly was, and you could hear Sheepster’s back hit the ground hard. Big move there.

Dalby gets back up and turns around to see X charging at him. Thinking quickly, he leapfrogs the monster, who instead hits Styxx, standing just behind

Foxx: Oh man! X was like a train there! He missed Dalby, but kept on going and ploughed right into Styxx Station! Devastation!

Derrick starts to brawl with the Prince of Pretty, the two of them going back and forth trading punches. Adrian O'Rion gets to his feet again, and catches Dalby unawares with a back suplex, only to get up, and be met with a chair shot from Drew Michaels

Larsen: Big time chair shot from Michaels, knocking O'Rion stupid!

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony hits the speakers, and King Guiomar hurries down the ramp

Larsen: Here comes the King! Number 28 is His Majesty!

Foxx: He may be a ruler, but I doubt he'll be bringing any order to this match

Guiomar takes two steps down the ramp, and then stops to carefully remove his crown. Taking it in one hand he looks to the top of the cage, and hurls it forward, and into the air, somehow having the accuracy to hit Drew Michaels square in the face

Larsen: Did Guiomar just use his crown as a frisbee?

Foxx: Looks like it, and he hit Drew Michaels! That's worth at least 10 points!

Guiomar jumps onto the cage and starts climbing upwards to join the foray on the top. Meanwhile, Diabolical gets to his feet, and starts helping out the Prince of Pretty, who continues to brawl with Derrick. Diabolical whips him off the ropes, and Prince of Pretty begins a perpendicular run

Larsen: Looks like two members of N.M.E. setting Derrick up for a double team here.

Diabolical lifts Derrick up for a flapjack, and Prince of Pretty runs across, delivering a flying scissor kick to the back of his head

Foxx: Great double team work there by N.M.E.! Looks like they got designs on Drew Michaels as well.

N.M.E. lift the groggy Michaels to his feet and Diabolical sets him up for the DNR, as the crowd begin to rumble to life. Prince of Pretty ascends the top rope, and Diabolical walks over to him, with Michaels still on his shoulders in the torture rack position

Larsen: N.M.E. seem to have something special planned here...

Flare leaps off top rope, delivering a double foot stomp to Michaels on Diabolical's shoulders. He then jumps off Michaels, and delivers a shooting star press to Derrick on the ground below, as Diabolical hits the DNR on Michaels

Foxx: That was poetry in motion, Larsen! What teamwork! What flow! And best of all, Michaels is probably hurt badly!

Just as N.M.E. take the time to admire their handiwork, they're caught off guard by Guiomar, who floors both of them with a running cross body

Larsen: But the king takes them out! The fresh man, King Guiomar gets the better of two members of N.M.E.

Guiomar poses to the crowd for a second, before turning his attention to cYnical. The two of them begin to brawl, exchanging forearms before Homicide enters the fray, turning it into a three way brawl.

Foxx: Oh, check out the inside of the second cage. Looks like Syanide's finally got that barbed wire just how he wants it.

Larsen: That looks brutal, he's woven it in and out of the holes in the mesh... for all intents and purposes, that area of the cage is just barbed wire.

Syanide picks the dazed Rampage to his feet and whips him straight into the barbed wire, causing a yell of pain from Rampage, and a mixed reaction from the crowd, somewhere between excitement and disgust. Syanide merely laughs

Larsen: This is just sick! This is Syanide, that vicious fucking disgusting fucking Nazi piece of shit carrying out a heinous racist assault, and we're condoning it!

Foxx: I know! Isn't it awesome!

With Rampage stuck to the barbed wire Syanide takes a run-up. He gets into the three-point stance, and then charges forwards, driving his shoulder into Rampage's midsection, and Rampage's back deeper into the barbs. Another howl of pain, and another loud reaction from the crowd, this time more disgusted. The camera focuses on a mother in the front row, covering the eyes of her young child, and crying.

Larsen: This is wrong, Foxx. This is going too far. Syanide is just taking advantage of this situation.

Syanide makes a Nazi salute to the crowd, and overwhelming jeers and abuse are hurled at the Aryan warrior by the offended spectators. He then goosesteps his way across the cage for another run up. He charges

Larsen: BUT RAMPAGE MOVED! SYANIDE EATS BARBED WIRE!

Rampage collapses, his face twisted into a grimace of agony, and his back red with blood

Larsen: Rampage literally tore himself off that barbed wire to escape, and now he has the upper hand.

Rampage delivers a couple of middle kicks to Syanide’s abdomen and hears a shout from above. He looks up to see Drew Michaels with Adrian's baseball bat. Michaels reaches down, forcing the bat down through the ceiling of the second cage, and passing it to Rampage's outstretched hands as the fans cheer.

Larsen: Oh, it's payback time now!

Rampage takes the bat in both hands and swings at Syanide, still stuck to the barbed wire. Each swing sends a massive cheer up from the crowd

Foxx: Oh, so when Syanide does this it's wrong, but it's alright for Rampage to do it?

Larsen: It's not alright, but he deserves to get back at Syanide. The skinhead was the one who brought the barbed wire into play in the first place.

With Syanide still trapped to the side of the cage, rampage picks up the roll of barbed wire that Syanide had wrapped around the cage wall and lifts it in the air, with the baseball bat in the other hand. The crowd roar their approval for his intentions, and Rampage begins to wind the barbed wire around the bat.

Larsen: Rampage creating some kind of instrument of pain here. It's not going to be pretty when he gets done with that

Foxx: You know what is pretty? The Prince of Pretty. And he's being double teamed at the moment by Dalby Sound and Adrian

Larsen: Smooth segue

Foxx: Thanks.

Dalby Sound holds the Prince in a full nelson, as Adrian delivers strikes to his midsection. Adrian signals for Dalby to finish the move with a slam, but Dalby quickly spins 180 degrees and delivers a release tiger suplex to the Prince, sending him flying into Adrian and knocking the youngest O'Rion off his feet.

Larsen: So much for that alliance. No honor amongst thieves, I guess.

Foxx: It's not about honor, Larsen, it's about smarts, and Dalby's dripping with them.

Dalby chuckles at his cunning, but doesn't see cYnical sneaking up behind him. cYnical grabs him from behind, and delivers a spinning back suplex into a powerbomb

Larsen: cYnaburst delivered to Dalby Sound! Not so smart there, was he?

Foxx: Shut up.

cYnical's victory is short lived as Guiomar nails him with a chair shot to the back of the head.

Foxx: Ouch! Brutal chair shot from Guiomar there!

"Holding Out For a Hero" by Frou Frou plays loudly over the speakers, and Guiomar instantly turns his attention to the ramp, and begins to climb down the second cage, standing on the edge of the first one.

Foxx: And here comes the #29 entrant! Showstoppa's here!

Larsen: The champ is queer, Foxx, and the #1 contender looks like he wants a piece of him

Oblivious to the action, Showstoppa poses and gestures obnoxiously to the crowd he turns around, and is surprised to see Guiomar flying off the top of the first cage with a cross body

Larsen: CROSSBODY CONNECTS!! The Monarch took to the skies and he's obliterated Showstoppa already here, before the C-4 Champion has even had a chance to take his robe off!

Foxx: That was one hell of a dive from King Guiomar, and you can tell he really wants a piece of Showstoppa

Larsen: Who can blame him? He wants to test his skills against the champion and... well... Showstoppa's an annoying son of a bitch.

Guiomar laboriously gets to his feet, running on adrenaline, and drags Show through the door of the first cage and into the ring

Larsen: Ha! Looks like Guiomar wants this one to go down under C-4 rules!

Foxx: Hey, whoa, check out what's going down on top of the cage!

On top of the second cage, Sheepster sits on Styxx's shoulders, and X is lifting Homicide into the air on his shoulders. Sheepster and Homicide exchange right hands as X and Styxx desperately try to keep their balance

Larsen: I'm at a loss here... this match is just craziness incarnate!

X lands a swift kick to Styxx's knee, causing the BMJ's giant to stumble slightly. Homicide takes advantage, and switches to a standing position on X's shoulders, before jumping off and delivering a hurracanrana to Sheepster

Foxx: Wipeout!! 7-foot high hurracanrana delivered by Homicide to Sheepster!

Larsen: In all honesty, I think they're both as damaged as each other following that one.

Foxx: Isn't that the whole point of this match?

Larsen: I guess it probably is.

X and Styxx immediately tie up, shoving each other backwards and forwards in an animalistic test of strength. Styxx begins to get the upper hand, but Derrick runs in, and blasts both monsters across the head with a steel chair

Foxx: Oh Shit! Brutal weapon shots by John Derrick!

Drew Michaels attempts to surprise Derrick, but the Doc is ready for him, and spins around to knock Michaels off his feet with another steel chair shot. He looks down at Michaels and gives him a grin and a mischievous shrug of the shoulders causing the crowd to laugh.

Larsen: Derrick outwitting Drew Michaels there, much to the delight of the crowd

Foxx: Yeah, Derrick's a smart guy. But you know who's smarter? Diabolical.

Diabolical runs up behind Derrick to deliver springboard bulldog. As he jumps, however, Derrick holds him in the air, and dumps him on the other side of the ropes. Diabolical maintains his balance on the edge of the cage and delivers a swift thumb to the eye of Derrick

Foxx: Good recovery from Diabolical there.

Derrick staggers backwards, and Diabolical's eyes widen as he sees Sheepster charging towards him. Before the Doctor can react, Sheep delivers a flying shoulder charge, connecting between the top rope and second rope, and sends Diabolical flying off the structure to the sand below.

Larsen: You were saying? Diabolical's out of here, courtesy of a Spare Ribs from the Wondersheep!

Cherry Dr. David Diabolical has been eliminated!!

Foxx: Well that has to be considered a shocker! I thought Diabolical had a damn good chance of winning this one, but the Welsh Wondersheep just took him out!

Larsen: Anything can happen up on Mt. Vesuvius, and Diabolical just found that out the hard way

Foxx: Check out the inside of the second cage. Looks like Rampage is finished making modifications to that baseball bat.

Rampage admires his handiwork, with the entire business end of the bad covered in barbed wire. With a grin on his face, he lifts the bat up to head level, and pushes the handle through the cage mesh, so the bat stays in place, half in and half out of the cage. He then raises Syanide to his feet

Larsen: Rampage has some intentions here, and none of them are good.

The Blue Lightning grabs Syanide by the arm, and irish whips him, sending him face first into the barbed wire end of the bat

Foxx: Oh Jesus!!! Syanide's face propelled right into that barbed wire by Rampage!!!! Sick!

The crowd applaud the creativity of the move as Syanide drops to the ground in agony, clutching at his face. Rampage decides to try and capitalise on the advantage, as he climbs the inside of cage and grabs onto the ceiling

Larsen: Rampage getting some altitude here, I can only guess that he's planning to hit some kind of splash or leg drop on Syanide from up there.

Syanide, however recovers quickly and tears the barbed wire bat back out of the cage wall swinging it at Rampage, who hurriedly climbs out of the way across the ceiling as Syanide chases after him, swinging the bat at Rampage's legs

Foxx: Piñata! Piñata!

Syanide continues to swing wildly at the dodging Rampage, making a couple of near misses before grazing Rampage's shin with the barbed wire

Foxx: Wahey! I wonder if he's full of candy?

Larsen: You're sick sometimes.

Foxx: I'm sick all the time. You should watch Alchemy more.

As the Sadistic Skinhead continues to swing, Rampage decides to cut his losses. He swings backwards to get some momentum, and then releases his grip on the top of the cage, hitting a body press on Syanide, with the barbed wire bat sandwiched between the two men.

Larsen: OH MY GOD!!!! The impact of that move was immense, and the barbed wire just made it even more dangerous. Those men could have serious injuries here.

Before the crowd even have a chance to calm down, "Deify" by Disturbed plays over the arena's sound system, heralding the arrival of The Cleanser of Sinners

Larsen: Eric Scorpio's here! He's the #30 entrant, and you know what that means?

Foxx: Fire?

Larsen: Sort of. The final cage will now be in play, along with the Mt. Vesuvius torch and gas tap located on top of it!

Foxx: It's about to get very tasty.

Eric Scorpio hurriedly scales the side of the cage so as not to be left behind in the scramble for the torch. The final cage lowers from the ceiling. However Styxx and Drew Michaels are too absorbed brawling with each other to notice. The cage drops down, trapping both of them inside

Foxx: Unbelievable! Styxx and Michaels just got imprisoned in the third cage! There's no door in that one!

Larsen: That's going to put them both at a serious disadvantage until they can get out of there.

Eric Scorpio reaches the top of the second cage, and the freshest man in the match nails Adrian O'Rion with a clothesline

Larsen: Eric Scorpio really taking full advantage of being #30 here, using a burst of energy that the other guys up there simply can't muster!

Scorpio floors both Dalby and cYnical with more clotheslines. The Prince of Pretty runs at him, but Scorpio takes him out with a spinebuster, and leaps back to his feet as the crowd pop for The Cleanser of Sinners. Eric Scorpio sets his sights on the torch, and begins to climb the third cage.

Larsen: Scorpio looking to get hold of the torch here. Remember he needs to turn on the gas tap in the side of the column before he can grab the torch.

Foxx: And if he does, then we get fire! Lots of fire!

Eric Scorpio climbs up, but suddenly gets stopped by Styxx, who has put his fingers through the cage to grab Scorpio's ankle.

Foxx: Ha! Scorpio's not going anywhere! Drew and Styxx might not be in much of a position to win, but they can sure stop other people from getting up there!

Styxx uses his spare hand to tear a small hole in the cage, and yanks Eric Scorpio's other ankle through the gap. He then releases his grip, causing Scorpio to hang upside down on the side of the cage, suspended by his ankle.

Larsen: Styxx showing some intelligence there, and Scorpio's in a bad way! That position is going to cause some serious damage to his ankle, and he can't even free himself!

Sensing an opportunity, the Prince of Pretty runs over to where Eric Scorpio is trapped. He lifts the helpless Scorpio up by his torso, and locks his arm around his neck, before delivering a reverse DDT, which frees Scorpio from the cage, but also sends him headfirst into the ground.

Larsen: Spermicide delivered by The Prince of Pretty! Talk about ingenuity!

Foxx: Well, Scorpio's momentum didn't last too long, did it?

Larsen: Looks like Styxx and Drew Michaels have decided that they might as well go at it in that cage, and they're brawling back and forth here.

Foxx: That's just silly. They had a great chance to rest up with no-one able to touch them, and they decide to waste their energy brawling like that

Larsen: I wouldn't say it's a waste. Either guy has a chance to take the other out of the equation for a few minutes. Besides, Styxx thrives on violence, and Drew Michaels isn't the kind to just stand around twiddling his thumbs.

Michaels starts to get the upper hand on Styxx and goes for a jumping forearm, but the monster catches him with a bearhug

Foxx: Michaels is in a very bad place here. this isn't going to be pretty...

Styxx runs Michaels back first into the wall of the cage knocking the wind out of him. He takes a step backwards, and goes for a third charge. This time he musters enough force to send both him and Drew Michaels tumbling through the wall of the cage.

Larsen: JESUS!! STYXX JUST BROKE THE CAGE WITH MICHAELS!! They're both out, but I don't think either of them is in great shape here.

Foxx: That was a hell of an impact there, no doubt about it. But check out cYnical. He's looking to take advantage here and sneak a win!

cYnical scampers up the third cage and reaches the top. He stops for a quick breather and turns on the gas tap...

Foxx: HOLY FUCKING SHITCAKES!!

Larsen: What is it?

Foxx: LOOK IN THE RING! HE FUCKING JUST FUCKING SET SHOWSTOPPA ON FIRE!!!

The camera focuses on the in-ring action between Showstoppa and Guiomar, revealing Showstoppa on top rope, with a flame blazing out of the ring post behind him. He collapses off the top rope and Guiomar tries desperately to put out the fire, not wanting to let the champion burn before their title match.

Larsen: Guiomar doing the honorable thing here, trying to possibly save Show's life. I don't think cYnical has even noticed what havoc he's caused with the gas tap!

Foxx: Ha! I guess you could say Show's more flaming than usual.

Larsen: That's just distasteful.

Foxx: But funny.

Guiomar continues to beat out the flame on Show's back, finally extinguishing it. He leans on the ropes exhausted. Suddenly, Show rolls onto his back and kips up, instantly delivering a superkick to Guiomar sending him over the ropes and out of the ring

Foxx: SHOWTUNE! SHOWTUNE!

Larsen: How?!! How did he recover so quickly?!!!

Show finally removes his robe revealing some white padding strapped to his back. He takes it off and raises it in the air, chucking at his cunning.

Larsen: Fireproof padding?!! Showstoppa just outwitted everyone!

Foxx: Check out the top, Larsen, cYnical's about to get the torch down and win the match!

cYnical shimmies up the column, and reaches for the torch, but it's just beyond his grasp. He reaches again, but is interrupted by a couple of shots to the kidneys from Homicide, standing just below him. cYnical loses his grip on the column, and drops down to the top of the third cage.

Larsen: Homicide saving the matchup there, this one could have been over just like that.

Homicide and cYn brawl on top of the third cage for a while, before Homicide gets the upper hand and chucks cYnical down a level. Homicide looks down and sees Adrian O'Rion climbing up to meet him on the third level. Deciding to avoid the confrontation with Adrian, he leaps off the third cage, delivering a shooting star press to cYnical.

Larsen: Flying Fury! Homicide nails the Flying Fury from all the way up on the third cage what a huge impact!

Foxx: And what a stupid thing to do! It's going to take him a while to recover, and meanwhile anyone could just grab that torch and steal the victory.

Adrian continues to climb to the top of the third cage, but doesn't see X climbing up the other side. Adrian looks up at the torch, and goes to climb the column, but X reaches the top of the third cage and charges him, a brutal clothesline sending both men flying off down to the top of the second cage.

Larsen: What an impact! X taking himself and Adrian out there, and they could have easily ended up in the fire there! Close call.

Foxx: Shame. Showstoppa didn't really get set on fire, and now we have another near miss. It's probably just a matter of time though. I can't wait!

The Prince of Pretty lays forearms into the back of Eric Scorpio. However, they seem to have little effect on Scorpio who bursts to his feet, and catches the Prince with a quick snap suplex.

Larsen: Scorpio dealing with Prince of Pretty there, nice suplex.

Eric Scorpio rolls the Prince onto his front and puts one hand on his shoulder, and the other on the waist band of his tights. With the Prince still on the ground he runs round in a circle a few times, dragging Pretty across the mesh floor.

Larsen: Sick move here by Scorpio, doing some damage to the face and torso of Prince of Pretty.

With a dark gleam in his eye, Scorpio grins, and gathers speed. He then runs towards the ropes, releasing Prince of Pretty just in front of them. As the crowd stand in utter astonishment, the Prince slides under the bottom rope, catching on fire and then flies from the structure to the sand below.

Larsen: SWEET JESUS!! MY GOD, ERIC SCORPIO JUST THREW THE PRINCE OF PRETTY UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!! THROUGH THE FIRE AND OFF THE STRUCTURE!

Cherry: The Prince of Pretty has been eliminated!!

Foxx: That was fucking awesome!!! The Prince of Pretty was like a little fireball flying off that structure! Quality stuff. He's just lucky that sand is flame retardant!

Larsen: Aren't you concerned!?!?

Foxx: Why would I be? Like I said, it looked awesome, and the sand'll put the flames out. He'll be fine! Hope the cameraman got a good shot of it so I can watch it again later.

Larsen: You're shameless.

Foxx: Larsen, the whole point of this match is to watch people being set on fire and falling off high places. If that's not what you came here for, then you're an idiot. Sometimes I think we're on the wrong shows.

Larsen: I'll trade.

Foxx: No thanks. Morpheus fucking stinks.

Larsen: Whoa, watch out up there!

At the top of the second cage, Homicide is clambering up the third cage, but he's stopped in his tracks by X, who stands under him to set him up for a powerbomb.

Larsen: Homicide could be in a spot of bother here. X is looking to deal some serious damage right here...

Drew Michaels, however, sneaks up behind X, and delivers a chop block to the back of the knee, causing him to fall backwards with Homicide on his chest

Larsen: Assisted Candygram! Great unintentional teamwork from Homicide and Michaels.

Homicide offers a handshake to Drew Michaels which Drew accepts. Homicide takes the opening and tries to throw Drew off the edge, but Michaels blocks by pushing his feet against top rope. He quickly counters the momentum, and sends Homicide off the structure

Larsen: AND THERE GOES HOMICIDE!!

Cherry: Homicide has been eliminated!!

Foxx: He tried to trick Drew Michaels, but it backfired! Unlucky for Homicide, and he's out of this match!

Larsen: The action in the ring at the bottom seems to be heating up, no pun intended. Showstoppa currently has the upper hand on Guiomar.

Show takes Guiomar to the outside of the ring, and nails him with a few shots to the head, before rolling him onto a table, placed diagonally in the corner of the cage. He then goes for a look under the ring

Foxx: Who knows what he'll find under there. All kinds of crazy crap under that ring

Showstoppa pulls out a plastic container and slides it into the ring.

Larsen: Please don't tell me that's what I think it is.

Foxx: Please tell me that's what I hope it is

With a grin on his face, Showstoppa lays his already-burned robe out in the middle of the ring, and starts pouring the contents of the container onto it

Foxx: Either my nose is lying to me, or that's Kerosene!

Larsen: Kerosene?!! Why would he be pouring Kerosene on his robe? Is he going to use it as a weapon?!

Showstoppa finishes pouring out the container, and puts on the Kerosene-soaked robe. He takes a run-up, and the sprints diagonally across the ring, leaping over the top turnbuckle with a senton, passing back-first over the ringpost and through the fire, which sets the robe alight, before landing on Guiomar and crashing through the table

Foxx: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!! HE JUST TURNED HIMESLF INTO A FIREBALL AND PUT GUIOMAR THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!! FUCK!!!

Larsen: GOOD GOD AMLIGHTY, WHAT A MOVE!! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JST HAPPENED!!!

Foxx: FUCK!!! I will never ever say a bad thing about Showstoppa. Never again. That was one of the most brilliant moves I have ever seen!!

Larsen: Showstoppa literally sacrificing himself to do some serious damage to Guiomar. I think the impact put the fire out, but you have to believe the damage was done!

Foxx: Wow. Simply wow.

Larsen: While those two recover, the brawl at the top is once again back to all out proportions. Bodies are flying everywhere, and a lot of it's been courtesy of the #30 entrant, Eric Scorpio.

As if to prove Larsen's point, Scorpio nails a side slam on Adrian O'Rion, and then gets up and floors cYnical with a swift kick.

Foxx: You're not wrong there, Larsen. Eric Scorpio looks like he's in control of this match.

Scorpio heads for the top cage, but Dalby Sound cuts him off with a dropkick to the back. Scorpio stumbles forwards but isn't knocked over. He turns around to Dalby Sound, and delivers a kick to the midsection before lifting him up for a piledriver

Larsen: Piledriver coming up!

Scorpio jumps backwards to deliver the move, but lands a little awkwardly. He takes a look down at Dalby Sound and a look of shock comes across his face. Panicking, he holds his arms in a cross shape, trying to signal for help while at the same time appearing to taunt and not break character.

Larsen: That looked like a stinger... Dalby's in a bad way...

Foxx: These guys are highly trained athletes but injuries happen, folks, and I think we might have one of them here.

As Scorpio stands over Dalby, the BMJs brawl with Adrian, Michaels and Derrick. Adrian O'Rion knocks Sheepster down with the Last Impression, and Derrick takes cYnical out with a gutbuster. The two of them are quickly taken out by Styxx with a double clothesline, which he follows up with a powerbomb to Michaels

Larsen: Styxx all fired up here, taking out three men! And it looks like the EMTs are making their way to the structure.

A collection of EMTs hurry down the ramp, carrying a stretcher, and an enormous ladder. They set the ladder up, passing the top of it under the bottom rope at the top of the second cage, and walk up carrying the stretcher.

Foxx: Well, you made a good showing, Dalby, but looks like your adventure is over. Shame you couldn't go flying off the Mountain like everyone else...

Larsen: Will you have some respect?! This kid is making his debut here, and he's been unfortunate enough to sustain an injury.

The EMTs reach the top. Two of them load Sound onto a stretcher, as another one quickly climbs up the top cage, and turns the gas valve back off for safety. They carefully lift up the stretcher with Sound on it, and climb back down the ladder. Scorpio follows them down, with a look of concern on his face

Foxx: Why the hell is Scorpio abandoning this match?!! This is bullshit, if he had any sense, he'd still be up there trying to get hold of the torch!

Larsen: Are you kidding?!! Scorpio's just injured this poor kid, and he probably feels absolutely terrible about it.

As Scorpio and the EMTs reach the bottom of the ladder, the crowd cheer to show their appreciation for Dalby's efforts. They reach the bottom of the ladder and begin to carry Dalby up the ramp, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Suddenly, Dalby leaps off the stretcher and to his feet

Larsen: WHAT THE HELL?? HE'S FINE!! DALBY'S FINE, HE WAS FAKING IT!!!

Before Scorpio has a chance to turn around, Dalby clotheslines him over the ringside barrier and into the sand

Cherry: Eric Scorpio has been eliminated!!

Larsen: NO WAY!!! DALBY FAKED IT!!! DALBY JUST CHEATED ERIC SCORPIO OUT OF THIS MATCH!!!!

Foxx: Haha! That's genius!! Serves Scorpio right for showing concern when he should have been trying to win the match

Larsen: Damnit!!! I can't believe it! What a soulless bastard! He had everyone worried for him, and then he just took the chance for a cheap elimination!! Son of a bitch!!

Foxx: Correction: Smart son of a bitch.

Larsen: Back up at the top level, Drew Michaels and Adrian are going at it tooth and nail. Adrian swings a chair, but Drew ducks, and he connects with the steel edge of the third cage!

Foxx: That'll jar your hands!

Meanwhile, Styxx and cYnical look to double team Derrick. They send him against the ropes, and take him out with a double flapjack

Larsen: Nice teamwork there by cYnical and Styxx, really taking advantage of their old alliance.

Foxx: It can't last forever though, Larsen. Nothing last forever, but especially not an alliance on Mt. Vesuvius.

Sheepster hurries up the third cage to try and turn the gas tap on and grab the torch, but X follows him up to the top.

Larsen: X hot on the heels of Sheepster here. and speaking of heels, that shitheel Dalby Sound is making his way back up the cage here.

Dalby climbs up to the top of the first cage and stops to look up, almost as if assessing the situation. He begins to head up to the top.

Larsen: Looks like Dalby wants to get back into the action here. Meanwhile X is in control of Sheepster at the top of the third cage.

X strikes Sheepster a few times, and then gives him a kick to the gut, and lifts him up in the position for a belly to belly piledriver.

Larsen: X looks like he might be going for it here. Sheepster’s in serious trouble!

X leaps off the third cage, and delivers a sitout belly to belly piledriver to Sheepster

Foxx: HOLY CRAP!! The Abyss delivered from X to Sheepster all the way from the third cage to the second! That could kill a man!!

Dalby hears the impact and looks up to see Sheepster’s limp body on the ground as X poses in victory over him. He climbs back down to the top of the first cage.

Foxx: Looks like Dalby's taking a breather here.

Larsen: A breather!? He's a coward!

Foxx: Dalby's smart. he's proved it once in this match, and he's proving it again. He doesn't fancy the odds up there and I can't blame him, quite frankly. I'd do the same thing.

Larsen: And you're a coward too!

Foxx: You smell funny.

Larsen: Ladies and Gentlemen let's get back to Circus Maximus and the biggest fucking match the world has ever seen. This is unlike anything I've seen before!

Foxx: The action in this match has been furious, and the weak weeded from the strong. Only twelve of the men in this match are still standing, the rest sent off the mountain to the ground below.

Larsen: The old BMJs in cYnical and Styxx are still double-teaming John ‘Doc’ Derrick. If these two are really on the same page once more, you have to think it’s just a matter of time before Doc needs a doctor of his own.

Foxx: But look at the former O’Rion runt, he is out to make an impact tonight, and going toe to toe with the reining Ultraviolent champ is definitely the way to do it. He just tossed Drew Michaels head first into the cage that has got to sting!

Larsen: And the poor debuting Sheepster, I still can’t believe what X did to him! With Dalby Sound looking on from below. You pussy get back to the match!

Foxx: It’s a brilliant strategy, let the others get worn down, then enter the match once more.

Larsen: Still a damn pussy. Oh my god! Did you just see that move by Rampage! He just dived aside as Syanide tried to spear him against the unforgiving steel! Syanide's head is busted wide open, if he wasn’t bleeding before; the nazi is getting crimson all over his so-called pure skin now!

Foxx: But surprisingly the part I can hear the crowd behind me talking about isn’t taking part more than a few feet from the floor as the current C-4 Champ Showstoppa is putting on a wrestling clinic against his number one contender in King Guiomar.

Larsen: Indeed they are, if this is any indication Alchemy may be ready to explode when these two meet for the biggest belt on the brand! Show goes for a german suplex, and nails it, he tries to roll through for a second….but no, Show lets go!

Foxx: Did you see the way the champ winced, those burns are going to be a huge hindrance in his quest to get rid of the King.

Larsen: Show in the mount position now.

Foxx: I bet you he is loving this.

Larsen: And is raining punches down on the King.

Foxx: Shit look up top!

Larsen: And X has Sheepster up; the sheep looks fucking out of it on the edge!

Foxx: Oh my god, X has Sheepster up in the tombstone position, he’s going to tombstone him right on the god damned edge!

Larsen: But here come the BMJs, leaving a dazed John Derrick on the other side of the cage! Styxx grabs the back of X’s head and Cynical with the chop block! They pull X down backwards onto the cage, Sheepster rolls free still in this match!

Foxx: And now the BMJ’s are putting the boots to X like men possessed, it’s hard not see why this group is as revered as the are in the history of this sport. Even Sheepster is getting woozily to his feet and joining in!

Larsen: And back to the bottom our ADD like attention goes as Show and Guiomar continue to punish one another. Could it be, yes Show is tuning up the band in the corner, the crowd is loving it. This is the Show we are all used to seeing……wait he stopped?

Foxx: And in an act of class YOUR C-4 Champion has just taken the time to flip off the crowd with a grin on his face as Guiomar regains his feet. Show sets up and SHOWTU…..GUIOMAR DUCKED!

Larsen: The King with a leg sweep, he has Show down on his back. He’s got a hold of both of the champs legs. Is he going to, yes he’s trying for the Magister Equitum. The champ is fighting back for all he’s worth landing punches to the battered skull of the King.

Foxx: That’s the heart of a champion; he doesn’t need fans or anyone else to tell him to fight in this situation.

Larsen: But it isn’t enough, Guiomar has it locked in, and Show has NO WHERE to go!

Foxx: The champ is screaming in pain, he can’t get away from this hold! And King Guiomar is wrenching back as hard as he can. And SHOWS TAPPING! The C-4 Champion is tapping in the middle of the ring, but this match cannot end without being thrown into the sand!

Larsen: And the number one contender just keeps yanking back as Show taps and tries desperately to get free. Finally he breaks the hold! Show is writhing on the mat, his back may have been snapped by that hold!

Foxx: What’s the King doing now?

Larsen: He’s ignoring Show and looking up?

Foxx: I think I know what he has planned, you can’t win this match from the bottom, no matter what champion you submit.

Larsen: You may be right partner of the night. Guiomar is beginning to climb the cage towards the top, I think he wants more of the action up top. But you have to think this is an ego boost for this young wrestler going into his title shot. He just submitted the C-4 Champion in the middle of the ring.

Foxx: Who cares about far away title shots? Look at what’s happening where the King is headed Larsen you dumb fuck!

Larsen: How does Stone put up with you every week!

Foxx: Coke, lots and lots of coke.

Larsen: Ah Caffeine would make you less annoying.

Foxx: Not that kind of…..never mind. I don’t know how he’s done it, but Adrian of the Black Covenant has continued to beat the living shit out of the UV Champion Drew Michaels, things are not looking good for the lords chosen one as he has his face raked back and forth against that steel linked chain.

Larsen: Adrian smashes his skull into that brutal steel structure again and again, and again! Jesus, I think he’s trying to put Drew into a coma just like he did his older brother!

Foxx: And the little bastard might just do that, he goes to smash Drew again. Drew blocks!

Larsen: He stopped his head by grabbing the fence! And he just smashed his elbow into the nose of Adrian! Did you see the spurt of blood, I think he just broke his nose!

Foxx: Look at the face of the champ!

Larsen: He’s wiping the blood from his eyes and staring at his hand….and smiling?

Foxx: He may be god’s chosen one now, but there was a time this bad ass was called the Violent One for a reason Larsen.

Larsen: And I think he plans to show Adrian just why that is. A brutal punch straight to the broken nose of Adrian, followed up by a right hook to the temple, and what an uppercut to Adrian chin! The man is staggered backwards. He looks like he’s about to fall over the edge!

Foxx: But Drew grabs him by the throat and is shaking his head no, smile still on his face. He yanks the smaller man back onto the steel cage and throws him face first into the cage itself. He runs up behind him, and both knees to the back of Adrian’s skull! I think there may be an Adrian face imprint in that cage now!

Larsen: And it doesn’t look like the champion is done just yet, he has Adrian up to his feet again. But Adrian with a kick to Drew’s stomach, and Spine Buster! Both Syanide and Rampage stop brawling for a moment to look up and see Drews body creak the cage above them. But the two don’t hold the impasse for long as Adrian looks around to see no one paying attention to him. He’s climbing the cage!

Foxx: Adrian may be about to win this match without anyone realizing it!

Larsen: He’s reached the top! All he has to do now is turn on the gas and grab the torch and this match is over!

Foxx: Do it you little bastard! Show your former brothers that your twice what they ever were!

Larsen: Wait, he’s looking down at Drew…..no…..he can’t be thinking what I think he is.

Foxx: JUST WIN THE DAMNED MATCH!

Larsen: Adrian turns back towards the fallen UV Champion as he struggles to get back up. He’s smiling down at the man, don’t do this!

Foxx: THIS IS INSANE!

Larsen: Adrian jumps! He’s flying through the air and LANDS ON DREW MICHAELS WITH A LEG DROP! HOLY SHIT! THE CAGE BENEATH THEM JUST BROKE AND THE CAGE AND BOTH MEN JUST LANDED ON RAMPAGE AND SYANIDE!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Larsen: Jesus fucking Christ, Rampage, Syanide, Drew Michaels, Adrian, they could all be dead from that impact! All are down and not a one of them is moving.

Foxx: The little fucker may have just blown his one chance to win this match. But even I’ll admit that was pretty damned cool.

Larsen: When we said this would be THE match of the wrestling world, we knew everyone would get what they wanted from it and more. Except for the wrestlers who are fighting, bleeding, and possibly dying in that structure.

Foxx: Speaking of wrestlers, King Guiomar has finally gotten to the top of that first cage.

Larsen: After the war him and Showstoppa have had I’m surprised he can climb as well as he did.

Foxx: Well it’s too bad for him he can as he is met by a stiff Clothesline from Dalby Sound!

Larsen: Dalby Sound has been resting since we came back from commercial, and has a decidedly large advantage over the worn down King Guiomar at this point. Guiomar gets to his feet again, but slowly and is met by yet another stuff clothesline.

Foxx: I don’t know how many more times King can get knocked down and get back up after all of this. Dalby certainly picked the right time to come back into this match.

Larsen: King gets back up once more only to be rocked by a brutal drop kick from Dalby, knocking him over, perilously close to that edge. Look at Dalby, he’s poking the downed King with his toe, inching him closer to that edge.

Foxx: Guiomar just grabbed that foot and applied a simply ankle lock! He was playing possum!

Larsen: That or he just woke up again.

Foxx: Or that I suppose.

Larsen: Guiomar is getting back to his feet as he pulls Dalby off of his by that ankle. Dalby is trying to get free, but King just grabbed his other foot as well. The Magister Equitum! He’s got that Elevated Crab locked in for the second time this match! Dalby is trying valiantly but he can’t break the hold!

Foxx: WAIT! Looked who followed the King towards the top!

Larsen: SHOWSTOPPA! SHOWTUNE! KING GUIOMAR IS OUT AND FALLING BACKWARDS RIGHT OFF THE STRUCTURE INTO THE SAND!

Buster Cherry: King Guiomar has been eliminated!

Foxx: I can’t believe what we just saw.

Larsen: The C-4 champ just eliminated the number one contender to his title despite being left for dead in the ring below!

Foxx: And now Show is punishing that lower back of Dalby. But look at X, the BMJ’s have been kicking the crap out of him for the last few minutes. And the monster is still fucking standing!

Larsen: He’s not only standing, he just threw Sheepster away like a rag doll and is going blow for blow with both cYnical and Styxx! X cannot be human; he’s over powering one of the biggest factions in wrestling history!

Foxx: Blow to cYnical, blow to Styxx, Styxx is down! It’s just the wizard and the monster now!

Larsen: Kick to the gut of cYnical, X’D OUT! X just stunnered cYnical to hell. After that showing I don’t know if anyone can stop this beast!

Foxx: I think I see one man. John 'Doc' Derrick is staring a hole at X from across the cage. With that hole on his side there is only one piece of metal separating these two warriors.

Larsen: And here comes Doc, he’s charging the fence next to X. He dives at it, and he’s through! Holy Shit John 'Doc' Derrick just clocked X across the face as he knocks that steel fence straight into the face of X.

Foxx: But X is still standing!

Larsen: X caught the damned cage flying at him, and flipped it over his head, letting it fall to the sand at the bottom! What strength by both of these men!

Foxx: Derrick is back to his feet after shoulder blocking through the cage. He charges X, X catches him with a kick to the gut and is going for another X’d Out Stunner. But Derrick wasn’t stunned; he gets his arms up and around X’s! Full Nelson, the lone ranger has got a full nelson locked in on the monster!

Larsen: Lone Ranger?

Foxx: He doesn’t look much like a Zorro now does he?

Larsen: Your mentally challenged.

Foxx: Says the guy who used to wear a cape and tights

Larsen:……touché.

Foxx: Show is still punishing Dalby Sounds back, but it looks like that car wreck from earlier is starting to come around. Syanide has gotten free of the wreckage below and climbed up behind Showstoppa.

Larsen: It looks like he’s going to try and ambush Show from behind.

Foxx: I’m not touching that joke with a ten-foot clown pole.

Larsen: I’d appreciate it. Syanide is getting ready to charge Showstoppa. But the C-4 champion stops his punishment of the young superstar and turns to face the nazi. Love him or hate him you have to respect those veteran instincts.

Foxx: Hate him it is, but Syanide is standing up now, looking at the champ. If I didn’t know better I’d swear even his baldhead is going red with anger at the thought of the queer holding a belt.

Larsen: That might be blood you know, he did have a cage and two other wrestlers fall from the sky on him.

Foxx: Well aren’t you just little Mr. fucking know it all. Show is staring a hole at the racist, and look at him, he’s smiling and telling Syanide to come get it. Didn’t he see what happened to Rabbi last time someone pissed off the Aryan Fighting Machine, or the Hoodtstarz who were basically legally murdered in that very ring?

Larsen: No matter what Show may be, a coward he is not. And Syanide seems more than happy to oblige the champ as he begins to circle. Collar elbow tie up, and Syanide pushes the smaller man backwards.

Foxx: But Show drops down, and attempts a leg sweep, Syanide jumps over.

Larsen: Did you hear that impact! Syanide with a hard kick straight to the face of the champ.

Foxx: Show has taken many things to the face, but not many kicks like that one.

Larsen: You never run out of gay jokes do you?

Foxx: No, no I don’t.

Larsen: Figures you closet case.

Foxx: Ah shut up you Canadian.

Larsen: Good comeback fucknuts. In an odd turn, Syanide is letting Showstoppa get to his feet, wait now Syanide is telling Showstoppa to come get some?

Foxx: This is odd, I honestly didn’t expect to these two to have anything remotely akin to sportsman ship. What with it being a waste of time and all.

Larsen: Sportsman or not, Show seems all to happy to oblige as he ties up with Syanide once more and kicks out the bigger mans one knee. Syanide falls, but reverses into a hip toss, he just threw Show on top of Dalby Sound.

Foxx: Wow that ga….

Larsen: Don’t even fucking think it!

Foxx: Fine, I’ll just go sulk in the corner.

Larsen: You do that; I’ll actually do my damned job. Show rolls off of Dalby Sound and back to his feet. I have to admit, I am more than a little shocked, the C-4 Champion is being out wrestled by a man he claims is nothing more than a back yard wannabe.

Foxx: ….

Larsen: Nothing to say yet, fine. Show back to his feet he charges at Syanide and goes for a clothesline, Syanide ducks and goes to reverse it into a neck breaker, Show throws an elbow back and gets free. Syanide is spun around, and Show goes for a german suplex. Blocked by Syanide, Show tries again, and is again blocked. He tries once more and gets Syanide back up, wait the racist shifts his weight quickly and grabs onto Shows head attempting a DDT!

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Show pushes Syanide off before they can fall and the two men stand apart from each other. What a display of wrestling prowess these two men are putting on, as their opponents for the most part lie downed around the cage. The men in the destruction Adrian caused earlier are only now beginning to stir.

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Adrian and Drew Michaels are up once again, and both men look like that fall did some heavy damage. There are multiple cuts and bruises across their bodies, and I’d be shocked if more than a few bones weren’t broken. Rampage is also back up, but is looking towards the top and steps aside letting these two fight mano on mano.

Foxx: ….

Larsen: Since my broadcast partner is still too much of a pussy to step up to the plate. Drew Michaels turns to see Rampage leave and Adrian takes this time to scurry up the cage like a damned spider monkey through the hole towards the top. Michaels sees him leaving and gives chase, the chosen one does not seem to want FMW’s own Judas to escape this personal hell.

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Adrian is at the top, and wait what’s in his hand? Drew reaches the top and grabs one of Adrian shoulders to spin him around. HOLY SHIT! Adrian just blindsided Michaels with that blood-encrusted bat he was holding! Michaels falls sideways like sack of apples! And Adrian isn’t done, he’s found one of the rolls of barbed wire Rampage and Syanide were using before and has wrapped his right hand in it. He’s smashing that barb wired glove straight into Michael’s temple! The UV Champ looks like he’s in a far away place right now!

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Adrian finally stops his brutal assault after raking the eyes of the champ with that glove. The sick little bastard walks a bit back and is crouched down. No, he can’t be thinking what I think he is. If he takes Drew down like that he’ll lose to!

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Great point partner, I don’t think Adrian is sound enough of mind to care about winning right now, now he just wants to make an impact. Drew is stirring, and Adrian looks like he might tear his hair out waiting for the Violent One to rise. Drew to one knee, Adrian crouches down farther. Drew to a second knee, Adrian is fucking hoping, this won’t end well for anyone. Drew is finally up, face the crowd, Adrian charges towards him.

Foxx: ……

Larsen: HOLY SHIT! Adrian just tried to spear the Ultraviolent Champion off the structure and Drew Michaels some how twisted away, grabbed onto Adrians shorts and sent him flying into the air! Adrian missed the sand and has landed more than ten feet into a sea of fans. Several people are down from catching the flying wrestler! EMT’s are coming to check the fans, and Adrian may be fucking dead after that!

Cherry: Adrian has been eliminated!

Larsen: Nearby the regrouped BMJs are looking at John Derrick who still has X in that submission. They begin to move forward, but cYnical blindsides Styxx! Kick to the gut and cYntrifical Force! He just spun out Power Bombed Styxx right off the damned cage. What the hell!

Cherry: Styxx has been eliminated!

Larsen: What a quick next elimination! I cannot believe we have once again seen the implosion of one of the greatest stables of our time, here on top of the Mount Vesuvius! Then again I could have told you cYnical's a backstabbing bastard.

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Oh come on man, that was gold, will you stop sulking and do your fucking job already!

Foxx: …..

Larsen: Why couldn’t I have Morpheus out here, at least he doesn’t bitch when things go awry. Back down on level from the betrayal, Syanide is motioning for Showstoppa to come get more. Show goes for a punch, and fakes it! He just kicked the nazi right in his pure white balls! What a soccer punt! Now what’s he doing?

Foxx: ….

Larsen: No! The C-4 Champion has just found one the chairs lying around the cage. This isn’t what he’s supposed to stand for, what a fucking hypocrite! He’s walking over towards Syanide with evil intent. The Nazi starts to stand up, and Showstoppa swings, NO! SYANIDE DODGED! ARROWHEAD SHOT! SYANIDE JUST HIT THE ARROWHEAD SHOT ON THE CHAIR SMASHING IT INTO SHOWSTOPPAS FACE! Show is staggering towards the edge! Syanide picks up the chair, and HOLY SHIT! Syanide may have just decapitated the C-4 Champ with that chair blow! Show is staggered more and YES! SHOW HAS FALLEN FROM THE CAGE TO THE SAND BELOW!

Cherry: The C-4 Champion, Showstoppa, has been eliminated!

Foxx: Big gay tree fall hard.

Larsen: You took all that time to sulk, just to come back with that.

Foxx: Brilliant isn’t it.

Larsen: Whatever, I can’t believe the premiere champion of the Alchemy brand has just been eliminated, by a nazi no less.

Foxx: Look on the bright side, at least the flame isn’t on yet. We all know how Nazi’s love barbeque.

Larsen: Ewww…

Foxx: Now it looks like the Nazi is gonna get beat the fuck down by the biggest maddest mutha fucka in the hood.

Larsen: What?

Foxx: Rampage is about to blindside Syanide with a baseball bat.

Larsen: Why didn’t you just say that?

Foxx: Duh, it’s call COLOR commentary.

Larsen: You know what, I bet Syanide would just love you. Speaking of which, the white supremist leader turns around and……oh my fucking god.

Foxx: He can’t do that, it’s illegal.

Larsen: Rampage just played golf with that baseball bat, right to the black hating balls of Syanide. I think I’m going to be sick.

Foxx: Syanide is down in the fetal position, and Rampage is winding up again…don’t do it!

Larsen: I don’t think he heard you over the sound of Syanides Aryan sperm being crushed again…..

Foxx: I know this is disgusting, but why are those girls in the audience yelling about cheating niggers? That’s just disrespectful.

Larsen: I think that’s actually Syanide yelling…..

Foxx: Oh, right, moving on then. cYnical who has been resting since eliminating his former partner Styxx is stalking John Doc Derrick, who finally seems to have put the monster X to sleep after what must have been ten minutes of trying to submit him.

Larsen: I don’t know what’s more impressive that it took ten minutes for X to go down, or that John Doc Derrick could hold him until St Michael Dreamkillers lap dog gave out.

Foxx: I think it might be a moot point, cYnical is coming up right beside the Doc, and catches him right in the temple with a hard left hand.

Larsen: Doc fires back with another of his own, and Cynical fires back again. Here comes X!

Foxx: I guess you really can’t keep a dog down.

Larsen: X bowls straight into and through cYnical and X, knocking both of them off the level of the cage to the one below. Neither falls any farther, but that fall alone might shake them up for how far down the rest of the cage is.

Foxx: X is alone on the top of cage with a nearly comatose Sheepster. He could win this match easily!

Larsen: But it looks like not being able to hear St Michael Dreamkillers commands right now may have affected his judgment. X is climbing down the cage following Doc and cYn down.

Foxx: Bad dog, climb!

Larsen: Syanide is finally getting to his feet, tentatively as Rampage looks on amused. That bat rests easily in his hands.

Foxx: I think Rampage may have just noticed Doc and cYnical starting to stir nearby, that Dalby Sound is getting up, and that X is coming down the cage. He seems a lot less amused.

Larsen: You may be right, Rampage has just started swinging that bat wildly towards the whole lot of them. He skins Syanides bald head with it, barely misses Dalby, he just nailed cYnical in the side!

Foxx: But look whose next one the list, X is staring right at that big shiny bat like a dog at a stick.

Larsen: Rampage pulls back and swings, X JUST CAUGHT THE BAT! He just grabbed that bat and held it away from him, despite Rampages obvious size advantage. Neither man is backing down.

Foxx: X may be a monster, but Rampage is slowly pushing that metal closer and closer to the beast’s throat. He’s actually pushing X back into the cage.

Larsen: Look at Rampages face Foxx, he’s got a sick smile on his face, I think he is looking forward to choking X. Dante always did tell us he had a darker side, this must be him letting it out.

Foxx: And now X has no where else to run, his back is literally against the wall as Rampage gets that bat shoved into the monsters throat. Look at X fight, he’s punishing Rampages body, trying to get the bigger man to back off.

Larsen: But Rampage doesn’t seem to feel a damned thing as he shoves harder, wait, here comes cYnical behind Rampage, I don’t think he liked that earlier bat shot at all!

Foxx: He grabs Rampage and yanks him away from X, NEGATIVE OUTLOOK! He just nailed the Negative Outlook on Rampage.

Larsen: A battered Syanide grabs hold of Rampage and pulls him back up. Syanide steps back ARROWHEAD SHOT! The racist nails Rampage with a huge superkick, before falling to the ground cupping his over extended groin once more.

Foxx: This could be it for Rampage!

Larsen: He’s teetering on the edge, I don’t even know how he knows to stay standing right now.

Foxx: cYnical is looking right at him, wait clothesline from behind by X! X just knocked cYnical into Rampage, both men are falling!

Larsen: NO! Rampage has grabbed the edge and cYnical some how grabbed hold of young Dante Jones’s leg to stay in this match. Rampage is holding them both in there.

Foxx: But look whose done rubbing himself better.

Larsen: Syanide is back up, and he has the bat Rampage was using earlier to literally clear house. He’s smiling as he looks down at Rampage, he knows he has him exactly where he wants him.

Foxx: And cYnical with him. It’s two for the price of one, it’s every racists dream!

Larsen: Syanide just spit down on Rampage, this is just disgusting. And there is not a damned thing anyone can do about it. The crowd sounds like it’s going to riot.

Foxx: And Syanide acknowledges that by flipping them off, classy guy that nazi.

Larsen: He raises the bat out with in a salute and brings it down hard on Rampages fingers! Fuck not like this! He brings it back up and smashes it down again, I can hear Rampage screaming from here! One more time, and Rampage has to let go! It took three bat hits to the hands but both he and cYnical have been eliminated!

Cherry: Rampage and cYnical have been eliminated!

Larsen: And just like that two top contenders are gone, this match isn’t sparing anybody!

Foxx: Look at Dalby sound a viscous enziguri to the back of Syanides skull, he’s lucky he fell sideways and not down. I’m sure cYnical and Rampage would love to wait a few moments at the bottom to get their hands on him.

Larsen: Dalby Sound is now turning his attention onto X, with all the punishment he has taken in the past while I don’t know that he’ll be able to defend himself properly.

Foxx: Remember that Sound is an accomplished ring technician, just look at how crisp and clean that drop kick was. X spins around and Sound is right back to his feet with a german landing X’s head and neck down hard onto that unforgiving steel cage.

Larsen: And Dalby holds on and roles through, and hits a second german on the monster, he rolls through and is going for the trifecta. He nails it again, shades of the great Chris Benoit by the young Dalby Sound.

Foxx: Dalby gets up and immediately drops an elbow down onto the neck of X, following it almost immediately with a standing leg drop as well.

Larsen: Some great tactical thinking by Sound, X may be a monster, but all men are weaker when they can’t move their head. If this is an indication of things to come, I see great things ahead for this young superstar.

Foxx: He sits down on the lower back of X, and sitting camel clutch! He’s yanking back on that already damaged neck of X, trying to rip the monsters head off!

Larsen: And look! X is tapping, Dalby Sound has X tapping, even if you can’t eliminate someone that way, making a man like X tap is a hell of a feat!

Foxx: You ever get the feeling your forgetting someone?

Larsen: Like who…..JOHN DERRICK! John Derrick just shattered a beer bottle over the head of Dalby Sound! Dalby falls forward letting go of X who immediately puts his hands to the back of the neck. The amount of damage he has taken here might be too much for him to overcome!

Foxx: Where the hell did Derrick get a bottle?

Larsen: It’s the mystery of the match.

Foxx: Kind of like why your still a virgin. Oh wait that’s because you Canadian!

Larsen: Yeah we have it bad…..wait HEY! Leave my people be!

Foxx: Oh just call the match you dirty virginal Canuck.

Larsen: Hey wait aren’t you Canadian too?

Foxx: ……shuddup!

Larsen: HA! Anyway, Derrick has Dalby up and is digging a shard of the broken glass into the young wrestlers forehead, blood is spurting everywhere! This is just sick.

Foxx: Sick? THIS! IS! RATINGS!

Larsen: I’m gonna ignore you, Dalby with a solid punch to Derricks stomach, DDT! Sound just DDT’d Doc hard onto the broken remains of the bottle and cage! John Doc has shards of glass imbedded in his forehead!

Foxx: I wonder how much spare blood bags they still have back stage.

Larsen: With all that’s happened here tonight I would imagine not many at all. Dalby Sound is stalking Derrick who is slow to get up from that DDT. Sound can almost taste this elimination, Derrick is up.

Foxx: Sound is ready and steps forward, what the hell!

Larsen: It’s X! X has grabbed hold of Sounds foot and yanked him to his knees! Sounds yanks his feet free and turns back to Derrick. Derrick with a wicked kick to Sounds jaw! Sounds entire body bounced back up with that kick!

Foxx: I think a tooth just landed on our announce desk, I’m keeping it.

Larsen: Derrick grabs Sound while he’s shocked from that kick and spins around launching Sound into the abyss between the cage and ground.

Foxx: And that crunch noise he made when he hit, that’s the SOUND of defeat ladies and gentlemen.

Cherry: Dalby Sound has been eliminated!

Larsen: And just like that we are down to five gladiators.

Foxx: But just like the days of old Rome, there can be only one!

Larsen: Don’t you mean the Highlander movie?

Foxx: You say potato I say potatoe.

Larsen: You make less and less since as this match goes on.

Foxx: What I used up all my good material earlier on. This is fucking long match!

Larsen: If we find it long, how do you think those five men find it.

Foxx: Easy?

Larsen: You are the weakest link, good bye. John Doc has gone to work on X, really laying the boots to that upper body. Syanide finally rises to his feet, and if I’m not mistaken Sheepster seems to have shaken off the injuries he took earlier in this match.

Foxx: Syanide making the right choice has already climbed to the second last level he starts to climb towards the very top. The sneaky Jew killer may be the one to win this match!

Larsen: But Sheepster sees him and begins to climb as well, but he’s a cage below! Is he too far behind to catch him now?

Foxx: Syanide has done it, he’s reached the top of the cage! He’s just seconds away from winning the match! All he has to do now is turn on the fire and grab the torch what is he waiting for!

Larsen: I think I know, Sheep look out!

Foxx: Oh my god, even I don’t want to see this!

Larsen: Syanide waits until Sheepster has reached the second to last level and hits the gas, flames have erupted from the torch once more. But more importantly the edge that Sheepster has been trying to climb is lighting as well! MOVE SHEEPSTER!

Foxx: Jesus Christ!

Larsen: Sheep may have just bee cooked alive! Those flames flash flamed him causing him to let go of his grip and fall to the level below precariously close to that edge.

Foxx: Syanide is alone with the torch now!

Larsen: All he has to do is reach up and grasp that and the ultimate prize, and chance to headline Ultimatum for the FMW Championship is his. Wait is that who I think it is!

Foxx: DREW MICHAELS!

Larsen: The UV Champ must have scaled the other side of the cage while we are all preoccupied with Sheepster chasing Syanide and now he’s standing atop the cage with Syanide. The racist leader is too preoccupied with the flame; he doesn’t even see Michaels coming. Michael’s tackles him and both me go flying from the top of the cage!

Foxx: Oh this is going to hurt!

Larsen: They hit the level below but their momentum keeps them moving and they roll RIGHT THROUGH THE FLAMES! And fall to the level below. Sheepster, Drew Michaels, Syanide, all are smoking or literally on fire, and all are down.

Foxx: You know I wish Show was still alive to see so many flaming men in a wrestling ring at one time.

Larsen: Show's not dead….

Foxx: Ah sorry, was just imagining better days.

Larsen: Understandable. John Doc seems to be taking a short breather after punishing X’s neck so more and all four other men are still down. Wait, I’m seeing signs of life from Syanide.

Foxx: He just keeps getting up, after every fucking hit he takes, he just keeps getting up. Maybe there is something to this master race ticket after all.

Larsen: Oh great, now you’re a sympathizer.

Foxx: Not a sympathizer, I can just admire power and strength in a wrestler.

Larsen: I don’t think Nazi’s look kindly on man crushes.

Foxx: Oh fuck you!

Larsen: No I’ll pass, thanks. Sheepster also getting to his feet. Derrick has noticed that Syanides up and is getting ready to take on a new opponent.

Foxx: Syanide looks all too eager to get rid of the cow boy and move back towards the lit torch that is rightfully his.

Larsen: But if he’s not careful, SHEEPSTER WITH THE SPARE RIBS! SHEEPSTER JUST SPARERIBBED SYANIDE AND HIMSELF OFF THE MOUNTAIN!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Cherry: Sheepster and Syanide have been eliminated!

Larsen: I don’t fucking believe what we have just seen!

Foxx: What a dumb move by the sheep, he could have won this match, instead he threw it all away for nothing.

Larsen: For nothing? FOR NOTHING! He just sacrificed life and limb, not to mention the match to get revenge on the man who set him on fire. He may not have been here long but Sheepster is showing the very best quality about FMW, the unpredictability of our stars!

Foxx: I still say it was a waste.

Larsen: That’s because you couldn’t win matches even when you didn’t throw them away Foxxie.

Foxx: Don’t you have wrists to be slitting there Robbie?

Larsen: …..

Foxx: That’s what I thought emo boy. Now we are down to three.

Larsen: Three from thirty, both Drew Michaels and X are slow to get to their feet once more. If I had to pick a man to be in the best position to win this match right now, I’d go with John ‘Doc’ Derrick. He is by no means fresh, but compared to these other two men he seems to be holding up the best from those injuries.

Foxx: I don’t know, I mean look at X. He’s been beaten, broken, cut and slashed and he’s still standing his ground, looking just as dangerous as he did when he entered this match.

Larsen: And then of course you have by definition the most violent man in the FMW, the Ultra Violent Champ himself, Drew Michaels. No matter how beat up his body may be, the champ is certainly in his element right now.

Foxx: And here we go!

Larsen: Drew and Doc charge forward and X meets them along the way, each man throwing and taking punches as hard and fast as they can. This is turning into an all out brawl!

Foxx: X throws Drew away, but Drew springs back up and jumps right back in, what the fuck are these men running on!

Larsen: Pride and Desire Foxx, they all want to be the one to lift that torch!

Foxx: I don’t know if any prize is worth the kind of beating all these men have taken.

Larsen: Neither do I, and that’s why we are sitting here watching while they are up there fighting like mad men. Derrick with a hard shot to the jaw of the UV Champ, Michaels is staggered, and then floored by the follow up hook to his temple!

Foxx: But Derrick took his eyes off of X, never a smart move! X grabs him and lifts him over his shoulder, he can’t be going for it!

Larsen: He is, THE ABYSS! X just hit that Tombstone Piledriver, smashing Derricks head down into that cage top once more! I think I saw the cage buckle beneath that impact!

Foxx: X lets go and moves over to Drew who is still getting to his feet. ‘

Larsen: X helps the man up, only to help him back down with a huge belly-to-belly release suplex. He kneels next to the fallen champ and grabs hold of his hair and is smashing Drews face into the cage repeatedly. Those cuts that had stopped bleeding have been opened up again!

Foxx: He’s grind the champs face into the cage like a meat grinder! But here comes John Derrick with a barbed wire baseball bat! He just cracked it right across the back of X’s already injured neck!

Larsen: He throws the bat away and drags X off of Michaels. He’s pulling the monster to the end, X is barely even moving! He’s lifting X to his feet, but X grabs his throat!

Foxx: X still has fight left in him! He’s turning Doc around as he holds him right on the edge by that throat! I think he’s going to try and Chokeslam Derrick to the sandy ground below!

Larsen: But Derrick with a knee to X’s gut breaks the hold! IMPALER DDT! John Derrick just impalled X’s head into the edge of the cage! X’s body is basically vertically, wait, he’s tilting. X JUST FLIPPED OFF THE CAGE AFTER THE DDT! HE'S TRYING TO GRAB HOLD OF THE MESH, BUT IT'S GETTING CAUGHT IN HIS OPEN WOUND! THE SOUND OF SKIN BEING TORN APART! BLOOD IS EVERYWHERE! X IS SLIDING DOWN THE CAGE, RIPPING HIS FLESH OPEN AS HE FALLS!

Foxx: I've never seen something so horrific...

Larsen: HOLY SHIT, HE HIT THE SAND AND NOW HE IS ROARS FROM PAIN FROM ALL HIS WOUNDS BEING FILLED WITH THE SAND!

Cherry: X has been eliminated![b]

[b]Larsen: WE ARE DOWN TO TWO, TWO FUCKING PEOPLE! The UV Champ and one of Anarchy’s finest, if this doesn’t show the dominant brand I don’t know what will!

Foxx: Them winning a match not designed specifically to maim your opponent in?

Larsen: Ah be bitter later and just sit back and enjoy the ride. Michaels is back to his feet, Derrick is back to his and they are staring straight at each other.

Foxx: Look at Michaels, looking up at the torch and pointing up to it. What’s he thinking?

Larsen: I think he’s challenging Derrick to the top, first one to grab the torch does win the match after all, not the first person to beat everyone else senseless. John Doc is nodding and pointing towards the torch as well. I think he’s agreeing with the chosen one. They both turn and run for the nearest cage wall and begin to climb.

Foxx: There is only one flaw with this plan.

Larsen: Right you are Foxx. When Drew tackled Syanide from the top earlier, they left the home fires burning. The torch and the fires around the second last level of the cage are still burning.

Foxx: Both men are right below the fire, and no matter how you look at it, there is no way around going through it.

Larsen: It all comes down to who wants it more now Foxx, what they are still willing to sacrifice in order to achieve their dreams.

Foxx: There goes Drew!

Larsen: And Doc isn’t far behind.

Foxx: Just look at them, their plunging headlong into a swirling mass of fire and they both have their heads locked on that torch at the top.

Larsen: Reminding themselves what they are doing this for. Both men have reached the flames, and you can hear the screams of pain from down here. This is just fucking insane, two men are cooking themselves alive for a chance at the FMW Championship.

Foxx: You can almost see the clothes beginning to set fire on their backs. My god, I don’t think this match can even have a winner at this point, just a survivor.

Larsen: And their both through, both men are rolling on the next to last level trying to put out the flames that have caught onto their bodies like leeches.

Foxx: Both of these men have to have severe burns after that ordeal, and yet they are both trying to stand. I’ll admit, they even have me impressed right now.

Larsen: I think they’ve impressed everyone with the sheer willpower and desire to win they are showing right now. The fans have no idea who to cheer for right now!

Crowd: LET’S GO DREW! LET’S GO DOC! LET’S GO DREW! LET’S GO DOC!

Larsen: Both me struggling to not even get to their feet, they are just trying to reach that final cage and begin to climb. Doc is inching his way up it, with Drew no more than a link or two behind on the other side.

Foxx: They are neck in neck as they reach the top and begin to crawl towards the stand holding that torch in the air for all to see.

Larsen: Doc is pulling ahead, he’s to his feet and beginning to stretch, his hand is inches away!

Foxx: Drew is to his feet as well, he needs to get there soon or Derrick is taking this home.

Larsen: Derrick has his fingers touching the metal of the torch.

Foxx: Drew dives….

Larsen: Derrick begins to pull the torch free, BUT DREW GRABS IT AND PULLS IT FREE HIMSELF! DREW MICHAELS IS THE WINNER OF THE MOUNT VESUVIUS MATCH!! HE JUST GOT TO THE TORCH MILLISECONDS BEFORE JOHN DERRICK COULD PULL IT FREE!

Cherry: The winner of the Mount Vesuvius match and the man going on to the MAIN EVENT OF THE PREMIERE FMW PAY-PER-VIEW ULTIMATUM! HE IS THE FMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION DREW MICHAELS!!!!!!

Larsen: I can’t believe it; history has been made here tonight! Drew Michaels is the winner of the biggest match in wrestling history and the true number one contender to the FMW title come Ultimatum! He's come a long way from jumping Blackwell and Lucas Drago with some stoner to debut here!

A battered, bruised, and completely exhausted Drew Michaels falls to his knees, holding the torch directly in front of him as he begins to cry from sheer joy. An equally battered and exhausted John Derrick stands shocked, looking down on the man holding the torch for dear life that he had been within inches of holding himself.

After a moment Derrick holds his hand out to Drew who looks at it warily. Finally Drew smiles and grabs the hand, Derrick helps him to his feet and raises Drews hand, the one holding the torch, high into the air for all to see. Drew looks up silently at the rafters and mouths a 'Thank You' to someone high above.

Larsen: Just look at that sportsmanship, these men just spent over an hour beating the living shit out of one another, and when all is said and done John Derrick still has the class to congratulate the winner on his victory. Even though he may not have won here tonight, I can’t help but think he may be the fastest rising star in the FMW today, coming from nowhere to almost becoming the headline at Ultimatum.

For my partners Foxx, Morpheus, and Stone. I’m Robb Larsen and thank you for joining us here for FMW Circus Maximus, and be sure to tune in next week to see the fall out on Alchemy and Anarchy from tonight. Good night.

The shot changes to a wide view of the battered Mount Vesuvius structure and the two men standing atop it before the screaming crowd. The lit torch being held high between them by Michaels for all to see as the shot fades to the FMW logo.

SCORES:

Drew Michaels (4.55 aps + 1.6 vote = 6.15 total)
"Doc" Derrick (4.75 aps + 1.3 vote = 6.05 total)
X (4.38 aps + 1.5 vote = 5.88 total)
Sheepster (4.25 aps + 1.5 vote = 5.75 total)
Syanide (4.35 aps + 1.2 vote = 5.55 total)
Dalby Sound (4.3 aps + 1.2 vote = 5.5 total)
RAMPAGE! (4.28 aps + 1.1 vote = 5.38 total)
Dr. David Diabolical (4.28 aps + 0.9 vote = 5.18 total)
Showstoppa (4.23 aps + 0.9 vote = 5.13 total)
cYnical (4.23 aps + 0.8 vote = 5.03 total)
Adrian (4.3 aps + 0.7 vote = 5.0 total)
Mercutio (4.1 aps + 0.8 vote = 4.9 total)
Styxx (4.08 aps + 0.8 vote = 4.88 total)
Homicide (4.25 aps + 0.6 vote = 4.85 total)
Harlequin (4.3 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.8 total)
Gregory Stevens (4.2 aps + 0.6 vote = 4.8 total)
King Guiomar (4.2 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.7 total)
Korran Halycon (4.18 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.68 total)
Prince of Pretty (4.18 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.68 total)
Eric Scorpio (4.18 aps + 0.3 vote = 4.48 total)
C.G.S. (3.95 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.45 total)
Mass Chaos (3.83 aps + 0.5 vote = 4.33 total)
Adema Aeries (3.53 aps + 0.8 vote = 4.33 total)
Orochi (4.03 aps + 0.2 vote = 4.23 total)
Hadyn "The Maniac" Domstad (3.75 aps + 0.3 vote = 4.05 total)
Guybrush Threepwood (3.6 aps + 0.2 vote = 3.8 total)
Slegna (2.75 aps + 0.1 vote = 2.85 total)
Hostyle (0.0 aps + 0.3 vote = 0.3 total)
Robert Lillehammer (0.0 aps + 0.2 vote = 0.2 total)
Blackwell (0.0 aps + 0.0 vote = 0.0 total)