FMW presents Circus Maximus II PPV - RESULTS

Morpheus: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to FMW Circus Maximus, we’re live at the Coliseum in Rome, Italy! I’m Morpheus and with me here is my fellow Anarchy commentator Larsen!

Larsen: Glad you can join us folks, we’ve got a packed card tonight and-

“The Might of Rome” bursts through the P.A. and the crowd absolutely EXPLODES. Four women dressed in white togas lead the procession, throwing white rose petals over the entrance ramp, and then two trumpet players follow, dressed in special red and purple robes. The six servants take their places on the sides of the ramp as Mass Caesar enters the stage on a chariot to thunderous applause from the audience. Two servants pull the chariot behind them and Caesar waves to his people basking in the glow of their cheers. Another servant follows behind with Caesar’s pet lion, but keeps it at bay with a leash (and more than likely a small sedative).

Morpheus: Tell me that’s not the most epic entrance in Full Metal Wrestling.

Larsen: Listen to the cheers from this crowd! Caesar’s usually not a fan favourite but his home crowd here in the coliseum loves it!

Morpheus: And that lion... so peaceful.

Larsen: Last time they brought that lion down it almost ate Caesar’s servants.

Morpheus: I know, that poor lion... such poor quality servants they were, too.

With a grandiose spring in his step, Caesar steps under the ropes and into the ring, armour still in place. Another servant hands him a microphone and Caesar spins around in the ring, focusing his attention on the crowd who are all around him.

MASS Caesar: Friends, Romans, Countrymen! Lend me your ears!

Another huge pop accompanies the speech made famous by the real Caesar two millennia ago.

MASS Caesar: I ask for your undivided attention, as we are now just mere moments away from crowning your Emperor as the Champion of all Television!

And yet another loud cheer from the crowd. The coliseum makes the affair that much more epic, and Caesar plays up every bit of it.

MASS Caesar: In my time, I have conquered many countries. I crushed the Greeks. Persia fell under my iron fist. Turkey was no match for my might. Egypt’s armies could not stand against me. But one province has eluded my reign – Television!

Larsen: He does know that Television isn’t an actual place, right?

Morpheus: Quiet! Listen to the Emperor, Larsen, show some damn respect!

MASS Caesar: But rest assured, my citizens, it will be my pleasure to claim Television as my own by dethroning its current ruler in front of my own people, the people of ROME!

The loudest cheer yet echoes through the coliseum, and Caesar stands still, basking in the moment.

MASS Caesar: I know that traditionally, the Emperor would preside over the games as a spectator. However, I am no ordinary Emperor. I am a fighting Emperor, a warrior by nature, and tonight, I intend to vanquish the rebellious plebeian known as Jack Boice!

Larsen: Listen to them cheering Caesar! I’ve never seen that before...

Morpheus: Why are they all going quiet?

Larsen: Oh my God.

The entire crowd, along with Morpheus, Larsen, Caesar and his servants, have all turned their gaze to the stage, where Jack Boice is standing – with no clothes on. The crowd begin booing and hissing, but Boice simply smiles as he dangles Mr. Happy for all the crowd and viewers to see.

Larsen: That’s disgusting.

Morpheus: There goes our rating. Full frontal nudity... we’re going to get pulled off the air.

Larsen: Maximum points for effort, Jack, but put some clothes on!

Jack Boice: Ladies and gentlemen of this fine establishment! And you, Caesar. Now I know you’re a gladiator. All gladiators are trained in some form of weaponry. And while you may be good with a sword, I have a weapon of my own... say hello to MR HAPPY!!!

Boice thrusts his pelvis and all attached appendages forward, and Caesar, his servants, and anyone else watching the spectacle turn away.

MASS Caesar: Boice, you stand before me, the exact description of the typical American buffoon! And while the fools back in that country may cheer your ridiculous antics, you have no place in this coliseum! I will not have you defiling its rich heritage with your disgusting display!

Jack Boice: I believe that the Olympic Games of old were fought without clothing, Caesar, unless I am incorrect?

MASS Caesar: There is a reason they reinvented the games, plebeian! Show some respect for the Emperor and his countrymen! Put some clothes on!

Boice sighs and disappears behind the curtain while Caesar shakes his head in disbelief.

Larsen: Thank goodness for that.

Morpheus: How Boice won that belt in the first place I’ll never know.

Larsen: Uh oh. I don’t think Caesar’s going to be too happy about this.

Morpheus: What, what?

Boice has re-entered the arena wearing a white toga, along with a laurel wreath on his head. Caesar is outraged and he glares at Boice as the Television Champion makes his way down the ramp.

Larsen: Once again, very strange reaction that the crowd are cheering Caesar yet booing the usually fan-favourite Boice.

Morpheus: They’ll be cheering louder when their Emperor is the ruler of Television! All hail Caesar, I say!

Larsen: Well, Boice is in the ring, here’s Buster Cherry to introduce our first match of the night!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the FMW Television Championship! Introducing first, to my left, the challenger, weighing in at 210 pounds and from Rome, Italy, MASS CAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEESAR!!!

The crowd cheer for Caesar, who opens his arms to soak in all of the shouts of praise being sent his way.

Cherry: And his opponent, to my right, he is the FMW Television Champion, weighing in at 234 pounds and from Walla Walla, Washington, JACK BOOOOOOOOOIIIICE!!!

Morpheus: And Boice not getting a positive reaction at all. Caesar has every right to tell Boice to put some clothes on, I wouldn’t wrestle a naked guy either.

Larsen: Insert gay joke here.

Morpheus: What? Too lazy to actually think of one?

Larsen: No, I just don’t think you’re worth the time, quite frankly.

Morpheus: I’m always worth the time. But since we’re getting paid right now, let’s call the match.

Larsen: Fine.

The bell rings.

Larsen: There’s the bell, and Jack Boice and MASS Caesar are circling each other, trying to find an opening. The two lock up, and Caesar backs Boice up against the ropes. An Irish whip across, and a shoulder block from Caesar connects on Boice knocking him down.

Morpheus: I think that I just caught a flash from under his toga.

Larsen: He entered the arena naked, one more flash can’t possibly be any more harmful.

Morpheus: Touché, ma’am.

Larsen: Boice up now, and the two stare each other down. Caesar with a huge slap to the face!

Morpheus: That sounded nasty! And come on, that earlier display was disgusting.

Boice staggers for a second, and raises his hand to respond. However, he instead proceeds to lift up his toga and flashes Caesar.

Larsen: And Caesar shields his eyes from Mr. Happy! The crowd doesn’t appreciate it either, they’re furious!

Crowd: Chop it off! Chop it off!

Morpheus: I'm going to agree with the crowd. That’s just wrong.

Larsen: And as Caesar recoils from the gruesome sight known as Mr. Happy, Jack Boice is in his face with a series of lefts and rights. German suplex! Boice up, taunting the crowd and Caesar with Mr. Happy protruding out of his toga. And Caesar’s just glaring at him! Caesar’s up, and Boice turns right into a huge knee to the gut. Neckbreaker by Caesar and here’s the first pinning attempt of the match!

Morpheus: One! Two! Kickout from Boice, damnit!

Larsen: Boice is still in this match, Caesar’s not happy with that at all!

Morpheus: Can the ref count quicker? I want Boice’s exposed manhood out of my sights.

Larsen: I’ll have to agree with you there. Boice up again, and the two lock up. Hammerlock by Caesar, reversed by Boice. Boice really wrenching that arm from an awkward position there, Caesar’s starting to squirm! Boice must really have the arm held tight!

Morpheus: Or it could be because Caesar just got poked from behind by Mister Happy. This match is getting more and more disgusting by the minute. Caesar’s had enough of this crap, and quite frankly, so have I.

Larsen: It seems that way. Elbow shots to the side of Boice’s head and Caesar’s out of the hammerlock, he seems pissed off!

Morpheus: As am I. And the crowd still chanting for Caesar to cut it off!

Crowd: Chop it off! Chop it off!

Larsen: And Caesar slides out the ring to confer with his servants. A brief discussion, and look at Caesar! He’s got hold of his sword! That can’t be good, remember what happened last time sharp pointy objects were used in a match? Caesar got an axe in one shoulder and a javelin in the other!!!

Morpheus: But Boice has no weapon – at least not one made of steel! Decapitate him, I say! Or castrate him, whatever! Scratch that. Do both!

Larsen: And the referee is trying to make sure Caesar isn’t re-enter the ring with that sword, but a sharp swing that just barely misses the referee backs him off enough to allow Caesar to climb back up on the apron!

Morpheus: This is sooooooo cool.

Larsen: Boice doesn’t think so, and he charges the apron, but Caesar points the sharp end of the sword in the ring and Boice is forced to hit the deck before he runs unto his own death!

Morpheus: Damn, so close.

Larsen: We’ve already seen the murder of one FMW Superstar in the ring, when Vengeance was killed by Cactus Sam in their Barbed Wire Cage match at Anxiety 6.1. Another murder will push us off the air, try and restrain yourself, Caesar! I’m really hoping this isn’t going to end with a body bag involved!

Morpheus: I am! I say that out of concern for all of the little kids watching FMW programming, of course.

Larsen: So you’re hoping there’s a murder on television rather than genitalia.

Morpheus: Of course. I’m a stand-up individual like that.

Larsen: You’re sick. Caesar in the ring now, and he’s taking swings with that sword that are just barely missing Boice!

Morpheus: Five dollars that Boice loses his arm.

Larsen: I don’t think he’s aiming for his arm, Morph.

Morpheus: It’ll probably get cut off by accident, even though he’s still aiming for Mr. Happy.

Larsen: Amidst the chaos, Boice continues to look down and Mr. Happy and talk to him, trying to console him, or something!

Morpheus: Psycho.

Larsen: And look at that! Caesar’s swings have pushed Boice back and now he’s backed into the corner! Boice has no escape route!

Morpheus: This will be extremely entertaining. A live in-ring castration.

Larsen: And Caesar’s measuring up his swing! Here it comes! NO!

Finally, the referee has the courage to come and rip the sword out of Caesar’s hand, and he throws it out of the ring, much to Caesar’s anger.

Morpheus: What a bastard! He didn’t let Caesar kill Boice!

Larsen: And Caesar’s now arguing with the ref!

Morpheus: He has every right! That sword had not been used as a foreign object, he was simply manoeuvring Boice into a prime strategic position!

Larsen: That’s a load of crap and you know it, WAIT! Boice recovers from the shock! There’s a roll-up on Caesar!

Morpheus: One!

Larsen: Two!

Morpheus: THR-KICKOUT! DAMNIT!

Larsen: A close call for Caesar, and a springboard moonsault by Boice. Another cover!

Morpheus: This time it’s over! One! Two! KICKOUT! Damnit, Boice just won’t die!

Larsen: And Boice is finally getting down to business, becoming less flashy with Mr. Happy and starting to pick up on the wrestling aspect of his Television Championship match.

Morpheus: Something we can all enjoy.

Larsen: Boice picks Caesar up, and a quick whip into the corner. Boice runs up on the turnbuckle, Tornado DDT! Not wasting any time bothering for a cover, he pulls Caesar up to a sitting position, and he attempts to run off the ropes, but one of Caesar’s servants grab his ankle!

Morpheus: Give him the what-for, servant!

Larsen: Caesar doesn’t need any help! Boice breaks free anyhow, but MASS Caesar is waiting for him! Roman Steel! And I think he just knocked out Mr. Happy!

Morpheus: As I always, say, if you can’t cut it off, knock it out.

Larsen: Really now.

Morpheus: YA RLY.

Larsen: Sad. Anyway, Caesar now parading around Boice, but look at Boice! He’s been playing possum! Boice is up quickly, STO! He covers Caesar!

Morpheus: One! Two! Kickout! Yes, Caesar, fight it!

Larsen: And Boice is in control, he’s waiting... he’s stalking Caesar, who’s being asked by the referee if he can continue. Caesar shoves the ref away and gets up, Boice charges!

Morpheus: But Caesar sidesteps! He pushes the referee in the way and Boice spears the referee!

Larsen: We have a ref bump! As if on cue, Caesar’s servants storm the ring! Caesar fights off one, two! Three and four are taking out by double clotheslines! But now he’s being overpowered! The rest of the servants serve him up to the outside, where Caesar’s lion has been waiting for something to gnaw on!

Morpheus: My dreams of Boice being castrated have not died! Go, Mr. Lion! Eat Boice’s manliness!

Larsen: Boice is scrambling! He finds refuge under the ring!

Morpheus: Damn.

Larsen: Where’d he go?! The referee is slowly getting up, and Caesar’s servants hurriedly rush out of the ring to make it look like nothing happened!

Morpheus: That’s efficiency right there.

Larsen: There’s Boice, he slides in behind Caesar! Electric chair drop! He’s heading to the top rope!

Morpheus: Not good.

Larsen: 450 Splash, but he misses! Both men are down! The referee begins to count!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!

Larsen: And the two are stirring. Boice’s up, as is Caesar! Boice off the ropes, trying to attempt another spear! The last one ended in disaster for him!

Morpheus: And let’s hope this one does the same!

Larsen: MASS Caesar sidesteps him again, but Boice keeps on going over the rope anyway! Suicide dive onto Caesar’s servants! Boice was never aiming for Caesar, he wanted to take out any interference! But that lion is waiting, the servant holding him back for now!

Morpheus: Sic him, lion! Go!

Larsen: And Boice has learned his lesson, he’s not going to let that happen as he slides in quickly. But Caesar lays the boots to him straight off the bat!

Morpheus: Boice isn’t getting away with taking out all of Caesar’s servants! They’re nothing more than peaceful onlookers!

Larsen: I doubt that, but back in the ring Caesar’s in control. He picks Boice up, looking for the Hail Jupiter, no! Boice drops out of it! Boice trying for a springboard moonsault, he misses! Caesar picks up the pieces! TESTUDO DEATH HOLD!!!

Morpheus: Tap, and get Mr. Happy out of the ring!

Larsen: Boice’s reaching for the ropes, no! He’s not going to get there! Come on, Boice, you can fight it!

Morpheus: No he can’t! Come on, Caesar, the land of Television will be yours! CINCH IT!

Larsen: BOICE IS FIGHTING! HE’S RAISING HIS HAND, HE’S GOING TO GRAB THE ROPES!

Morpheus: NO HE DOESN’T! BOICE TAPS! BOICE TAPS! NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

Cherry: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND YOUR NEEEWW TELEVISION CHAMPION, MASSSSSSS CAESARRRRRRRRRR!

Mass Caesar (8.3 aps + 2.1 avs = 10.4 total)
Jack Boice (8.1 aps + 1.9 avs = 10.0 total)

Larsen: And Caesar becomes the new Television Champion!

Morpheus: Finally somebody took it from that nutjob. Look, he’s still conversing with Mr. Happy, whom I can only assume should be Mr. Sad right now. Oh, Caesar’s grabbing a mic. Let’s hear what the new champion has to say.

MASS Caesar: All hail your NEW Champion of Television!

The crowd bursts into cheers for their hometown hero. Caesar then climbs up into the stands to celebrate with the crowd.

Larsen: One match down, already a new Champion crowned, and several more exciting matches left to go, including the Mount Vesuvius main event! Stay tuned!

Backstage, a rare moment of brand unity is witnessed as we enter the Tumbler room. Celeste and RAMPAGE! sit on a couch, discussing the events of the previous match which they have just been watching on a very, very large television screen. Next to them is a clear tumbler with small black spherical capsules inside. However, their discussion will wait as the first superstars to draw numbers come through the door. The Silver Pistols – Romeo Vizzini, Revolver McCart and Michael James – enter with confidence, joking around with each other. RAMPAGE! stands and shakes hands with all three Pistols, and Celeste smiles politely.

RAMPAGE!: Gentlemen! Good to see you here.

Celeste: Absolutely! The Silver Pistols all together. Especially you, Romeo, you must be thrilled getting to perform in your homeland!

Romeo Vizzini: It is indeed. Here’s hoping that my family can pull me through tonight and survive this horrific structure. When I grab that torch tonight, it will be in my family’s name!

Vizzini reaches into the tumbler and picks out a capsule, opening it and unfolding his paper. He smiles at the result, and Michael James reaches in next, followed by McCart. Romeo watches the two of them open their own capsules and all three team members hi-five, clearly pretty thrilled with their results.

Michael James: Couldn’t ask for better than that. I expect I’ll be seeing you both at the end of the match?

Revolver McCart: Count on it.

Romeo Vizzini: Undoubtedly!

The Silver Pistols thanks Celeste and RAMPAGE! and turn to leave, but they are met in the doorway by SPARTA – Drew Michaels and Nick Bryson, much to the delight of the crowd. There are a few nods and handshakes exchanged, and Bryson steps out of the doorway for the Pistols.

Nick Bryson: Good luck with everything tonight, eh? God knows we’ll all need it.

Travis McCart: We’ve already grabbed a sizeable piece of that luck, actually, but I’m sure you’ll discover that later tonight. It will be an honour to match up against the winner of last year’s match.

Drew Michaels: Thankyou, gentlemen. It’s quite refreshing to see a tag team in this company with at least some dignity and respect. I hope I’ll be seeing you towards the end.

Nick Bryson: Don’t forget, though, it’ll be every man for himself – regardless of teams.

Drew Michaels: You’d know all about attacking teammates, wouldn’t you?

Drew cracks a smile and the Pistols laugh as they exit. Bryson rolls his eyes and sticks his hand into the tumbler, picking out a capsule.

Nick Bryson: Dude, HOW many times have I apologised for that?

Drew Michaels: Not enough by my count, I’m still getting headaches from it.

Nick Bryson: Shit.

Drew Michaels: A problem?

Nick Bryson: Let’s say my number is less than thrilling.

Drew puts his own hand into the tumbler and grabs a capsule, opening it as he tries to see Bryson’s number.

Drew Michaels: I entered 8th last year and won it. It can’t be that bad, just show it.

Bryson holds the sheet up for Drew and Drew gives a nod that practically admits he was wrong.

Drew Michaels: Credit where it’s due, that does suck for you. Let’s see what I’ve got here.

Nick Bryson: Number 30, probably.

Drew takes a very quick glance at his number and grins confidently.

Drew Michaels: Not too bad. I like my chances even better than last year’s.

Nick Bryson: What, what did you get?

Drew Michaels: I’m not showing you. You’ll have to wait until you see me in the match to find out – but then, maybe you won’t see me at all. Hopefully I’ll catch you in the ring, Nick!

Drew exits the room, smile on his face, and Bryson sighs, putting the piece of paper in his pocket.

Nick Bryson: Which of you two are responsible for putting him back into the match? If I’d known he’d be inserted anyway, I might not have had to crush his head in with that sledgehammer in our qualifying match.

RAMPAGE!: You might remember that neither of us were the people who made you do that. You’re thinking of Jaro and company, bruh.

Nick Bryson: Then again... I might have done it regardless.

Bryson exits the room and Celeste shrugs at RAMPAGE!, confused.

The camera switches views now to the backstage locker room of Pure Extremist, who is tying his boots for his upcoming match. There is a brief pop for PX before he is obscured by three silhouettes – the shadows of HavOc. Mercutio, Syanide and Hannibal Frost stand in the doorway, with Harlequin behind them, holding up a giant light that is making the shadows.

Syanide: Do you mind?

Harlequin: Sorry, baldy. Flair for the dramatic, you know.

PX looks a tad confused as the four members of FMW’s anarchist stable surround him. There is a wide grin on Harlequin’s face, and it unnerves the Irish superstar just to look at him.

PX: Can I help you?

Harlequin: Actually, we’re not here to ask a favour – or to murder you.

Mercutio: Yet.

Harlequin: Well, obviously. Not to murder you yet. We’re actually here to tell you that we’re rooting for you to defeat your brother this fine evening. We’re not Celt’s biggest fans.

PX: Oh? And why’s that?

Harlequin: His mouth is a mite oversized – well, no, a lot oversized – for his own good. He’s dragging you through the mud, PX. I mean, look at your record since Celt returned to FMW. The two times the Irish fought HavOc and lost, who was the one on the mat, being pinned? Celt. When you were defeated by the Silver Pistols, who was pinned? Celt. Ever since he returned he’s done nothing but collect a bunch of big, fat Ls to add to your record.

PX looks down and Harlequin gets a glint in his eye, but PX is smiling as he looks up again.

PX: You wouldn’t understand. Celt’s not just some tag partner I picked up. He’s my brother. And I’ll be behind him every step, no matter what crud we have to wade through.

Mercutio: Tell me this then, PX. Tonight, with a Mount Vesuvius spot on the line, to win a chance to fight on the biggest stage we have, under the brightest lights, for the grandest prize this company can offer. Will you go the extra mile to make sure you’re the one who comes out on top?

Syanide: Chair to the head, perhaps?

Frost: A baseball bat to the brain?

Harlequin: Mercutio here’s the referee, I’m sure he can conveniently forget about those rules if that’s the instance...

Harlequin drifts off but PX sighs and finishes tying the knot on his shoe. A look of anxiety crosses his face briefly as he stares at Harlequin, but he resolutely stands up and looks around at the four HavOc crew.

PX: Listen. Your mind games aren’t going to work on me, and I’ve got a match about to start. Plus, you four are kind of creeping me out with this whole ‘BE MORE EVIL’ thing you’ve got going on in here. I didn’t expect the Spanish Inquisition.

Frost: Well, duh. No-one expects the Spanish Inquisition.

Harlequin: You might not listen to us, but The Voice in your head will tell you to do the right thing. That you can be sure of. We’ll be watching tonight, and we’re your judge, we’re your jury, and we’re your executioner. We can skip the execution, I suppose – but only if you make the right choice... the right choice... the right choice...

Harlequin echoes his last line comically, but over his chuckling PX’s entrance music hits and the Irish star breathes a sigh of relief. PX leaves the room with one last look over his shoulder, shaking his head. Harlequin grins at Mercutio and Frost, Syanide simply standing there with his arms folded and eyes closed.

Harlequin: That was fun! Let’s find someone else to encircle and poke fun at.

Mercutio: Do you have my shirt or not?

Harlequin pulls out a black and white striped shirt from behind his back and throws it to Mercutio, who slides it on and laughs.

Harlequin: You’re the ref – you know what to do!

Mercutio nods and exits the room, following in the direction PX left in. Harlequin claps and Frost smiles, Syanide rolling his eyes as the camera switches out to the ring.

”Guerilla Radio” by Rage Against The Machine is already playing as PX rushes onto the stage, pumped up. PX takes a little time to hi-five a few fans but eventually slides into the ring, shaking off his encounter with HavOc.

Robb: Bit of a creepy situation with HavOc for PX – but he’s loyal as always to his brother.

Morpheus: I feel really gutted, Robb.

Larsen: Why is that?

Morpheus: My wife keeps texting me all the things she’s going to do with her new lover out of spite.

Larsen: Really?! Can I see?

Larsen grabs Morpheus’ phone off the desk and hastily starts stabbing at the buttons.

Morpheus: I swear I’ll murder that bastard when I find out who it is…

Larsen: Oh my… Oh...

Morpheus: Are you sweating, Larsen?

Larsen: No. It’s the… lighting. It just looks like that.

Larsen takes off his baseball cap and sits it on his lap.

A police siren is heard is ringing through the arena, then goes dead, resulting in a pop from the crowded. “The Warriors Code” by the Dropkick Murphys then blasts through the PA system, and Celt emerges at the ramp, resulting in a second pop. PX is sitting anxiously on the turnbuckle in the ring. Celt has a face of absolute concentration.

Larsen: The Celt makes his entrance now for what should be a very interesting match. Nobody knows these two men better than each other. And the prize for the winner is a place in tonight’s main event, the Mount Vesuvius match. How do you think this’ll go, Morph?

Morpheus: For once, I’m not quite sure. What I do know is that this match may be quite a long one. They know each other’s offense inside out. Both men might find it hard to get a move in tonight.

PX hops off the turnbuckle as The Celt rolls into the ring. They walk to the centre of the ring and stand nose-to-nose, staring into each other’s eyes, holding their chins high. The tension is broken by “Fuck You (An Ode To No-One)” by the Smashing Pumpkins blasting through the PA system. Mercutio appears at the ramp, wearing a referee’s shirt, a smile on his face. He tugs on his shirt, indicating his role in the match with great enthusiasm.

Larsen: Here comes the special referee, Mercutio of HavOc. The presence of Mercutio in the ring will remind PX of what HavOc spoke to him about before his match tonight. Whether he’ll heed their words is what we’re about to find out. What do you think, Morph?

Morpheus: I think HavOc have a good point. PX was doing great for himself, but when Celt came back, they haven’t won a single match together. That could be more than a coincidence.

Larsen: It’s a fair point. PX and Celt have only faced each other once before in FMW, which PX won. Celt will be looking to make one a piece tonight.

Mercutio rolls into the ring. The two Irishmen keep an eye on him as walks around the ring. He calls for the bell.

Larsen: There is the bell, and this match is underway. The two are circling each other here.

The Celt and PX lock up in the centre of the ring in a collar-and-elbow tie up.

Larsen: Collar and elbow here. Celt and PX are roughly the same size, so I don’t expect one to out-muscle the other.

Morpheus: Great. A match where they both fight equally.

The two struggle for a few seconds, then break the hold, looking at each other. Celt smiles, and they lock up again. The tie-up has the same result.

Larsen: Neither man getting any leeway here.

Morpheus: I’m wanting to break out a boring chant.

Celt charges forward, PX counters with an arm drag. The Celt rolls quickly back to his feet and gets in an arm drag of his own. PX pops up to his feet, and looks across to Celt. He is smiling. The crowd pop and PX smiles too.

Larsen: Both men score with an arm drag, and they’re smiling! They’re having fun in there!

Morpheus: No! They can’t have fun! This is a fight to the death! To the death I say!

Larsen: They aren’t Gladiators. They don’t need to pummel the life out of each other.

Morpheus: BORING! Dun dun dun! BORING!

Larsen: Shut up.

PX advances on Celt.

Larsen: PX comes forward, Celt ducks a clothesline and hits PX with a left fist to the jaw! He hits a right, a left, a right, and finishes with a haymaker! He calls that combo the Kenpo fist!

PX hits the floor with the haymaker. Celt drags him back to his feet. Celt attempts a lariat, but PX ducks, and then dropkicks Celt! They both hit the mat, and bounce back up, holding their fists up high. They both smile again, and slap hands.

Larsen: There may be a lot on the line here, but it isn’t stopping these guys having some fun! The two return to the collar and elbow. This time, PX locks in a side headlock, Celt tries to break the hold by rebounding PX off the ropes, but PX doesn’t let go! PX wrenches harder!

Celt struggles to get his head free, but PX won’t let go. Celt grabs the back of PX’s legs, and drops him to the ground with a back suplex!

Larsen: Celt frees himself from the hold with the back suplex. He goes to follow up, but gets a knee to the gut as he tries to drag PX to his feet! PX plants Celt with the DDT! Cover!

Morpheus: One, Kickout... damnit. I was hoping this goody two shoes fight would end already.

Larsen: Only a one count for PX. Celt and PX on their feet, and I think you’re overlooking the fact that these two guys are able to enjoy a wrestling match! This is what should be happening every match!

Morpheus: Get rid of the drama. That’ll work. Anyways.

PX grabs Celt’s head, looking for a cutter, but Celt resists, and wraps an arm around PX, and lands a reverse DDT.

Larsen: Excellent counter by Celt! PX floored!

Celt quickly gets to his feet while PX is down, runs at the turnbuckle and leaps onto it and rebounds off of it to land a moonsault.

Larsen: Air Eire! A perfect moonsault! Goes for the pin!

Morpheus: One and a half for the kickout this time!

Larsen: No luck for Celt as PX kicks out!

PX gets back to his feet a little more wearily this time. Celt charges at PX with a lariat, but PX ducks. Celt turns around, and PX dropkicks his kneecap.

Larsen: PX drops Celt to a knee and ascends the turnbuckle! Celt getting up, and PX leaps! Scissors kick to the back of Celts head! Celt hits the floor!

PX looks up at the crowd as Celt recovers. PX slaps his kneecap, then turns around to Celt, who is getting up. The crowd pop.

Larsen: PX signalling he’s going for a superkick! He’s waiting for Celt to get up!

Morpheus: NAIL HIM!!!

Larsen: Excited now, are we?

Morpheus: I just want to see one of them destroy the other and then live with the guilt.

Just as Celt gets both of his feet underneath himself, PX flies his foot at him, but Celt ducks! PX’s leg swings over Celts head, and Celt scoops PX up onto his shoulders!

Larsen: Oh God! Celt has PX way up! Celt may be thinking Emerald Crusher here!

Celt holds onto PX’s arms as he holds him high above the ground. Celt goes to drop PX, but as PX goes down, he uses his legs to drag Celt over, and roll him through into a small package!

Larsen: What a reversal! He’s got the pin!

Morpheus: One! Two! Kickout!

Larsen: PX almost steals the match away from Celt! Mercutio seems to be playing it fair so far!

Both men get back up to their feet. PX and Celt begin exchanging blows. They continue until Celt blocks a right from PX.

Morpheus: It’s so equal, I can’t decide who’s actually excited to get to Mount Vesuvius. Come on, boys! This is a World Title match opportunity here!

Larsen: Celt with a right hand, a second, and a third! Celt rebound off the ropes, but runs into a PX hip toss!

PX moves to pick up Celt, but Celt head butts PX in the stomach. PX keels over.

Larsen: Hard drive into the stomach of PX! Celt pulls PX in for the piledriver!

Celt holds one of his arms in the air, and indicates the move he is about to perform.

Larsen: Oh God! Celt is indicating he’s going for a cradle piledriver! He could kill him! He lifts him up! And BACK DOWN AGAIN! Cradle piledriver! Here’s the cover!

Morpheus: Mercutio’s down for the pin, one! Two! NO! Kickout somehow! Either PX is stronger than I thought or Mercutio’s just enjoying these two fight each other!

Celt sits up and holds his arms up in disbelief, looking at Mercutio with an angry glare.

Larsen: Celt can’t believe he didn’t have the win there, but he’s really building some momentum!

Morpheus: PX is using the turnbuckle to pull himself to his feet, Mercutio circling the two.

Larsen: PX is looking a little worse for wear here. He turns around, and Celt charges at PX, looking for the impalement, but PX dodges! Celt hits the turnbuckle shoulder first! PX hooks the leg… XTREME PAIN!! Good night! PX covers! Mercutio counts!

Morpheus: One! Two! Three!

Larsen: NO! NO! Kick out! Two count only!

Morpheus: PX holds his hands on his head, he’s gesturing to Mercutio that that was a three count![/i]

Larsen: I thought it was three, but hey, Mercutio’s the ref and they’re his rules!

PX gets to his feet and looks down at Celt, who is still on the floor. PX drags Celt near the turnbuckle, rotating his fingers around each other, signalling he will climb the turnbuckle.

Larsen: PX ascending the turnbuckle again.

Morpheus: FALL AND DIE! EPIC!!

Larsen: You really can’t wait for Mount Vesuvius and some epic falling, can you?

Morpheus: Nope!

As PX climbs the turnbuckle, The Celt suddenly shoots to life! He jumps to his feet and knocks the feet from under PX, causing PX to fall and hit the mat.

Larsen: The Celt was playing possum! Now he has the upper hand! Celt sits PX on the turnbuckle! Celt is going for it! Here it comes! THE ETERNAL DRIVER!!! That move is killer!

Both men are down on the mat. Celt is exhausted, but he throws his arm onto PX’s chest.

Morpheus: Mercutio for the cover again! One! Two! Thre- NO!

Larsen: Do you believe it?! PX Kicked OUT! PX KICKED OUT!

Morpheus: I believe it, but only because Mercutio’s toying with these guys!

Celt lifts his head up and looks at Mercutio. Mercutio is holding up two fingers. Celt drags himself to his feet and confronts Mercutio, clearly unhappy with the decision.

Larsen: The Celt isn’t happy with the ref’s call! He’s arguing with Mercutio, and Merc isn’t happy at all!

Morpheus: Look at the controversy you’re causing, Robb!

PX gets to his feet while Mercutio argues with Celt, and he taps Celt on the shoulder. Celt turns around, and PX nails a NASTY cutter!

Larsen: Cutter! Celt down! The Celt is down!

Morpheus: Hey! Look at Mercutio, he’s had a trip outside of the ring and he’s got a hammer! A sledgehammer! This could get interesting!

Larsen: What is Mercutio going to do with the sledgehammer? He’s… offering it to Pure Extremist???

Mercutio extends the sledgehammer out to PX. PX extends a hand slowly, very cautiously, looks at Celt, and then takes it.

Larsen: PX takes the hammer! No! Come on, PX, this was a fair match until Mercutio brought that into it!

Morpheus: PX stares down at the hammer in his hands. Mercutio is shouting at him to hit Celt with it! And so he should, PX! Nail Celt! Go to Mount Vesuvius! Become all you can be!

Larsen: Become all you can be? Lame.

Morpheus: Shut up and just nail him with the hammer, PX!

Larsen: PX is slowly walking towards Celt, who is on his knees and hands, Celt has absolutely NO idea what’s going on above him!

Morpheus: I can see the anger in PX’s eyes as he stands over Celt!
Larsen: PX is raising the sledgehammer! He’s going to crack open Celt’s skull! Come on, PX, don’t!

PX is about to crack Celt, but then he spins around and smashes Mercutio in the face with it!

Larsen: PX HIT MERCUTIO! PX HIT MERCUTIO IN THE FACE WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER! I knew he wouldn’t turn on Celt like that! That serves Mercutio right!

Morpheus: Assaulting the referee, disqualification! Come on!

Mercutio crashes to the floor holding his face writhing in pain. PX throws the hammer to the ground.

Larsen: PX dropping the sledgehammer! He chose not to turn on Celt! HavOc couldn’t make PX turn on Celt! That’s brotherly love for you!

Morpheus: And you think I’m lame.

Larsen: Celt is up, he’s behind PX! Celt’s got no idea what just occurred and he spins PX around, CELTIC SWEEPING CHOKESLAM!! Celt is down for the pin, and here comes the new referee!

Morpheus: THREE!!! Celt wins! Celt wins! The Celt is going to Mount Vesuvius tonight!

The Celt stumbles to his feet. PX rolls over slowly; his eyes look dizzy.

Larsen: Celt wins, but he has no idea of the opportunity PX had to be going to Mount Vesuvius instead of him!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and the last qualifier for Mount Vesuvius, THE CELT!!

The Celt (8.18 aps – 0.1 penalty + 2.3 avs = 10.38 total)
Pure Extremist (8.09 aps – 0.1 penalty + 1.1 avs = 9.09 total)

Larsen: Celt walks over to his brother and he extends a hand! PX takes it! That’s sportsmanship for you!

Suddenly, the METALtron comes to life, interrupting Celt’s celebrations. On the big screen appears a dark silhouette.

The Voice: Tsk, tsk, Pure Extremist. You have failed tonight. But that’s okay – you will not have another opportunity to fail again. Because of your failure, you must pay the price.

Celt and PX look confused in the ring.

The Voice: Pure Extremist? For the crime of failure, and on behalf of HavOc, I sentence you to DEATH!!!

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Both Celt and PX look shocked as they stand in the ring. They look at each other for an answer and find none.

Larsen: What?! Can he do that? What’s going on?

Morpheus: HavOc called themselves the judge, jury and executioner earlier. I guess this is what they meant. This might well be the end of the road for PX, but in any case Celt will be advancing to Mount Vesuvius later tonight!

Larsen: There are certainly a lot of questions left surrounding what we just saw, but I’m sure they’ll be answered in due course!

As always, Veronica Cherrywood is looking beautiful, microphone in hand as the camera switches backstage.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, please welcome the number one contender to the FMW World Championship, Christian G. Smitten!

The crowd boo as Smitten is revealed on camera, gold card in hand. Little Kelsey is nowhere to be seen, more than likely locked away somewhere.

Cherrywood: Well, Christian, going back to Alchemy 7.1, you had some confrontations with Derrick, but not exactly inside the ring.

Smitten: I don’t think you realise the gravity of that situation, Miss Cherrywood. Derrick made me look like a fool by attacking me inside my own skybox. He humiliated me. I made a mistake that evening and I will not make it twice. Tonight will be different, mark my words.

Cherrywood: And so do you have any words about your match tonight, where you’ll finally be cashing in that Gold Card?

Smitten: It has been since last Ultimatum that I have held this card. I am well aware that tonight will be a challenge, but it is one I am prepared for. Everything that happens tonight will go down in the history books – the night the FMW Championship came into the hands of law. Everything in that ring tonight will be legal in the law’s eyes. Considering-

??: The lilies?

The rough sound of John “Doc” Derrick’s voice rings through the speakers, much to the delight of the crowd. Derrick steps into the camera view, just in front of Veronica, who tries to squeeze her microphone into the mix.

Derrick: Well, that was what you were aiming at, wasn’t it? Consider the lilies?

Smitten: I was actually-

Derrick: Not interested.

Smitten: Yes, you are. You’re always interested, John. I’ll warn you now to leave before I resort to violence.

Derrick: Violence? Hah. This’ll end up exactly like 7.1, C.G. to the S. You’ll talk big, but you don’t have the balls on you to force me to leave. I think you might want to write that down on your refrigerator at home on your ‘List of Mistakes’. You can put ‘Talking Big’ under ‘Facing Drew Michaels Twice’ and ‘Cashing In Gold Card Too Early On An Opportunity Clearly Not Ready For’. I mean, I’d look back and try and give you some credit for momentum, but, well – you don’t have any. Like I said. Two losses to Michaels. You tell me how this is in any way going to benefit you.

Smitten: You underestimate me, John.

Derrick: Please. I’m no rookie, I don’t make that mistake. I underestimate no-one. I’ll treat this match in the same fashion I treat any other.

Smitten: Then you’ll lose. This isn’t just some match you can think you’ve already got in the bag, John. Unlike Scorpio, O’Rion and TyranT, and anyone else who’s fallen before you, I am very, very intelligent. None of them ever thought they’d look for your weak point, they just charged in blindly in a similar fashion to you, like two bulls fighting. Well, consider me your matador. I can outsmart you.

Derrick: Cute analogy.

Smitten rubs his fingers over his eyes and faces John down. Cherrywood’s mic is still somewhere in the mix.

Smitten: Everyone thinks you’re invincible. I can prove them wrong. I know your weak point, John Derrick, and tonight I will exploit it to full advantage.

Derrick: No-one knows my weak point better than me, Christian. But hey, good luck with this strategy you’ve got running. I really hope it works out for you. Because if it doesn’t, you’re going to be just another name on my own list I stick on my fridge. ‘People I Have Defeated’. There aren’t really even that many people to add anymore.

Doc looks into the distance beyond Smitten, toying with him. Smitten’s forehead is almost bright red, his vein throbbing.

Derrick: I might need to go rookie-recruiting. And on that note, my good man, I’m off. I expect you to be in the ring by nine sharp, don’t be late!

Doc pats Smitten on the back as he walks past and Veronica is left with a fuming C.G. Smitten as we go to commercial.

We come once again to a shot of the two general managers backstage. Waiting for the next superstars to draw their numbers, Celeste and RAMPAGE! sit chatting about the latest developments. They are soon made aware of their next guests as the loud voice of T. Ekstreme echoes down the hallway.

Ekstreme: ...and so we’ll have no problem at all winning this match! Ultimatum will be our glorious night!

Ekstreme leads Creative Control into the tumbler room, and RAMPAGE! rolls his eyes. Slegnadamus, Steve-E Taylor and Westley McGreggor are all chatting amongst themselves as they put their hands into the tumbler, but Ekstreme has his eyes focused on Celeste.

Ekstreme: Ah, Celeste! So lovely to see you again. I have a few questions regarding the vacancy of Anarchy’s Assistant General Manager position.

Celeste: I thought as much. Convince me then, Ekstreme.

Ekstreme: I believe that I’m perfect for the job – I’m the only one with experience!

Celeste: Oh?

Ekstreme: Cherrywood only has experience in baking cookies for the other superstars, and what experience does Mr. Happy possibly have?

Celeste: Well-

Ekstreme: And no, don’t even say that. Boice hasn’t had pussy. EVER.

Celeste: Really?

Ekstreme: Nope. Come on, Celeste, look at me, I’m the perfect candidate!

Celeste: I’ll take you into consideration, Ekstreme.

Meanwhile, Slegna and Steve-E are looking at their numbers, both seem to be fairly happy. Westley grabs a ball as well, but before he can open it his wrist is grabbed by Ekstreme.

Ekstreme: What do you think you’re doing? You’re not joining Steve-E and Slegna, Westley.

McGreggor: What? Why not? Can’t you enter me as a last minute entrant?

Celeste: Sorry. Every single spot in this match has been taken. Mount Vesuvius is closed.

Ekstreme: Besides, what have you done to prove yourself worthy of being in this match? I would have thought 7.1 taught you something. I floored you, and yet you still follow us around like a lapdog. Get the message, McGreggor. You’re. Not. Wanted.

Ekstreme forces McGreggor to drop the ball back into the tumbler, and McGreggor looks to back away, but out of nowhere he turns and shoves Ekstreme with both hands. Slegna and Steve-E stop Ekstreme from falling, but Ekstreme merely smiles, dusting himself off.

Ekstreme: Oh, really? You’re resorting to violence? Well, I won’t be sinking that low, especially not in the presence of a lady. If you really want to fight, you wait until we leave this office. I think I have a few minutes in which I can fuck you up pretty badly.

McGreggor: You son of a-

RAMPAGE!: Hold it! McGreggor, come with me. I’ll handle this, Ekstreme.

RAMPAGE! drags McGreggor out of the room, and in the hallway lets him go, folding his arms while McGreggor looks on with anger.

RAMPAGE!: Listen close, kid, I’m saying this once and only once. You may be a top notch soccer player, money and women and booze and all that other shit, but this is FMW. You don’t get by via what you own. You get by via how much respect you have. You want it here, you earn it. You can’t walk in here thinking you’re King Shit and get by on that. You back that name up or you get the hell out. Whining, complaining and putting on that little sulky face is going to get you nothing. Earn your fucking stripes.

McGreggor: But-

RAMPAGE!: I’m willing to give you another chance, Westley. All you’ve gotta do is sign a new contract for Alchemy. That’s it. No questions asked.

McGreggor: Pfft. It won’t make a difference, man. I’m not going to be respected no matter where I go. Every person in this place is out to get me. Going to Alchemy isn’t going to make me a superstar. There’ll be just as many people waiting to hate me as on Anarchy.

RAMPAGE!: Of course going to a brand’s not going to make you a superstar. Wanna be a superstar? You work your ass off for it. No-one’s going to hand you a title on a platter like Ekstreme, bruh, but if you can hang, you’ll get your respect.

RAMPAGE! extends a hand to McGreggor and McGreggor looks at it for a moment before turning away. RAMPAGE! smiles and yells at Westley, who continues leaving.

RAMPAGE!: Can’t say I didn’t expect that. It’s alright Westley, as someone else already signed an Alchemy contract similar to yours this evening!

Out of nowhere a red and white blur smashes into Westley from behind, and the camera runs to catch up with him. Westley collapses against the wall and the new figure, still nothing more than flashes of red and white, pounds Westley into the wall, and with McGreggor almost out cold after a few shots to the head, a shining wizard crushes McGreggor’s skull against the concrete wall. McGreggor is left bleeding and RAMPAGE! calmly walks up and kneels down next to the almost unconscious soccer star.

RAMPAGE!: Westley! Let me introduce you to the man who’ll be getting that contract I showed you earlier. Alchemy’s latest pickup. This is Killswitch.

Killswitch: Et je suis Killswitch!

RAMPAGE!: Whatever he said. Too bad, Westley. Hope you have a sad, depressing life.

RAMPAGE! leads Killswitch into the tumbler room, and Creative Control come to check on the situation, finished with their numbers. Ekstreme smiles at the broken Westley, and the three men leave the hallway, but not before Ekstreme spits on Westley’s face.

Stone: Our next match is an Inter-brand battle against two of the young lions in FMW. Representing Anarchy, Chris Kelson has the slight experience in that he has had a few more matches under his belt than Shiner, but both men come in pretty even in experience and mentoring.

Morpheus: Speak for your side, Stone! Wraith, Wickedness, the Jolly Gay Midget, or whatever he is calling himself these days, is no role model for a young wrestler! He is a backstabbing never was! Chris Kelson has the advantage in this match because he has the greatest C4 Champion in Hostyle in his corner! Anarchy for the win!

Stone: As much as I dislike Wraith’s actions in his career, the man is a decorated champion and the pioneer of the C4 Division! I think Shiner has a lot to gain from teaming with Wraith! And unlike Hostyle, who could turn on Kelson at nothing, Wraith was upfront with his intentions with Shiner! Hostyle doesn’t give a damn about Kelson!

Morpheus: What a bunch of crap! Hostyle is giving some shine to a fellow innovator!

"Frontier Psychiatrist" by The Avalanches blares on the PA as Andrew Shiner comes out of the curtain full of energy, followed close behind by Wraith. Shiner darts to the ring at full speed, ignoring the crowd as he makes his way down the ring. He slides into the ring and kneels at the centre of the ring. Wraith enters the ring and stands next to his protégé, raising his arm up to the mixed reaction from the fans.

Cherry: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 220lbs. He is accompanied to the ring by his mentor, the Former Two Time C4 Champion and former Television Champion, Wraith! This is ANDREW SHINER!!!

“Click, Click, Boom” by Saliva blares on the PA as the light in the arena becomes gold tainted and a waterfall pyro falls down from under the Tron. Kelson comes out of the curtain, bouncing from one foot to the other through the pyrofall. He is followed close behind by C4 Division Champion Hostyle. Chris then points to the sky with his right arm slightly bent and his left arm bent with his hand at head level as shooting star-like pyros shoot in the air and the waterfall stops. He then walks down the aisle towards the ring, high-fiving fans on the way, while Hostyle walk past the people, hardly acknowledging them. He then walks towards the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle with his left foot on the second rope and his right foot on the top one as he strikes the pose once again. Kelson and Hostyle enter the ring, staring at Wraith and Shiner.

Cherry: His opponent comes in tonight weighing in at 218lbs. He is accompanied to the ring by his mentor, the True Artist and the Current C4 Division Champion, Hostyle. This is “THE RISING STAR” CHRIS KELSON!!!

Hostyle pats his C4 title and kisses it, mocking Wraith as both men exit the ring and the bell rings.

Stone: Lots of bad blood between Hostyle and Wraith. We will see if it will spill to their protégés! Both men circle around the ring! Kelson raising his arm to try and get the crowd behind him!

Morpheus: Which they will! The plebs don’t want to cheer for a miserable piece of crap like Shiner!

Stone: Collar and elbow tie up by both men! Shiner with a quick Arm Drag and Kelson gets up and tries to focus. Collar and elbow tie up again. Kelson using his weight to force Shiner to the ropes. Ref ordering a clean break. Kelson breaks the lock! And Shiner with a boot to the gut of Kelson! Irish whip by Shiner.

Morpheus: Dirty move! I guess that is what Alchemy is all about huh?

Stone: I can mention your C4 Champion as an accomplished cheater! Hip toss attempt by Shiner, but Kelson counters and delivers a hip toss to Shiner! Shiner gets up! Arm Drag by Kelson! And Shiner gets up and eats a dropkick, which sends Andrew Shiner to the outside to consult with his manager!

Morpheus: Kelson is one step ahead of Shiner! Guess Wraith is showing Shiner how to choke!

Stone: This match isn’t over yet, Morph! And Shiner slides back in carefully. Both men circle each other again! Collar and elbow tie up… NO, boot to the gut of Kelson! Hard right hand by Shiner to Kelson! Irish whip by Shiner! Kitchen Sink knee to the gut of Kelson! Shiner running the ropes like a bull! Goes for a running knee to the face!

Kelson falls to his back at the last second, causing Shiner to miss. Kelson kips up and nails a turned around Andrew Shiner with a running enzuigiri.

Morpheus: And misses badly! And Kelson makes the man pay with an enzuigiri to the face! Kelson picks Shiner up and starts to pepper Shiner with kicks to the knees and legs!

Stone: Looks like Kelson wants to cut off a weapon of Andrew Shiner! Hard forearm to the face of Shiner! Kelson to the ropes! He tries for a dropkick to the knee! And Shiner beats him to it! Kelson sits up and eats a seated clothesline by Shiner! What a momentum shift!

Morpheus: It’s early, Stone! Shiner still has to win this match! That move isn’t going to finish it!

Stone: Shiner lifts Kelson up and chops him in the throat. He kicks him in the gut and goes for a snap suplex! But Kelson is fighting him!

Kelson fights the suplex attempt and tries to nail one on his own. Shiner flips out and tries to clothesline Kelson, who dodges and runs to the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, he gets momentarily tripped by Wraith. Kelson goes to take a swipe, but Wraith ducks. Kelson turns around and is lifted up by Shiner, who nails him with a stungun! Wraith looks over at Hostyle and points to his head and starts to trash talk the C4 champ!

Stone: Wraith interjects himself into the match first and the momentary distraction causes Andrew Shiner to capitalize with a stungun, doing further damage to the throat of Kelson.

Morpheus: Because of that dirty cheater Wraith, Kelson was hosed! Now he is gasping for air! And that damn Shiner is using an illegal choke on Kelson!

Stone: Yes he is, as the Ref starts to count before Shiner releases the hold! Shiner lifts Kelson up and nails him with a Hard right hand! He hits him with another hard right, than runs to the ropes!

As Shiner runs to the ropes, Hostyle trips Shiner up, who falls on the floor. Shiner gets up and looks straight at the C4 champ, threatening him to get in the ring. Shiner turns around and gets kicked in the face with a toe kick by Kelson. Kelson follows that with a victory roll turned into a reverse leg lock.

Morpheus: Nice job by Hostyle to distract Shiner, and Chris Kelson capitalized with a kick to the face and a nice roll up into a reverse leg lock!

Stone: How is it fair that Wraith interferes and he is a dirty coward, while Hostyle cheats and he is awesome?

Morpheus: Hostyle is better than Wraith in every way! Remember that!

Stone:Shiner inches to the ropes and gets a break! But I think Kelson has started to soften that leg up. He grabs Shiner’s right leg and starts to stomp on Shiner’s knee!

Morpheus: Kelson is showing his technical acumen in this match! What is he doing know?

Kelson locks Shiner in a Half Boston Crab/Ankle Lock Hybrid while placing his Knee on the Andrew Shiner’s back. Shiner slowly tries to inch toward the ropes but is in a tight spot.

Stone: What an interesting submission hold by Chris Kelson! And he has it locked tight and in good position! He might get the submission victory here!

As Shiner gets closer to the ropes, Wraith starts to creep toward the ring apron. Hostyle sees this and tries to stop Wraith, but the ref stops him, allowing Wraith to throw a forearm to the back of Kelson’s head! Kelson breaks the hold and slides out of the ring to confront Wraith! Wraith walks back, trying to beg off the youngster and runs, Kelson following close behind. Wraith slides into the ring, with Kelson in hot pursuit. Kelson gets in and charges toward Wraith, but gets caught by a spinebuster by Andrew Shiner!

Stone: Spinebuster by Shiner! Cover! One, two... kickout by Kelson![/b]

Morpheus: Close call for Kelson! And Hostyle is pissed at Wraith! I think Hostyle just threatened to throw Wraith off the highest tier of Mt Vesuvius!

Stone: Shiner lifts Kelson up and takes him to the corner. He starts to rain in the right hands to Kelson! He walks to the opposite corner. What is Shiner going to do?

Shiner walks to the opposite corner and measures up Kelson. Shiner than comes at full speed and nails Kelson with a clothesline. As Kelson hunches over into a seated position in the corner, Shiner runs to the ropes and nails Kelson with a running knee to the face of Kelson.

Stone: Knockout blow by Shiner with that vicious knee to the face of Kelson! He drags Kelson’s lifeless body to the centre of the ring! And he is going up top!

Morpheus: This could be a idiotic move! He had Kelson!

Shiner jumps off the ropes with a high diving headbutt, but Kelson moves out of the way, causing Shiner to crash and burn. The ref starts to count as both men are on the floor, and makes it to a five count before Shiner begins to recover. Shiner is up first and tries to pick Kelson up, but Kelson muscles out and nails a forearm to the face of Shiner. Shiner tries to rebound and clothesline Kelson, but Kelson dodges and nails Shiner jumping neckbreaker. Shiner gets up slowly as Kelson comes running, faking a spear and rolling Shiner up instead.

Stone: Cover! One! Two! Thr-no! Kickout from Shiner!!

Morpheus: So close, Stone! So close!

Stone: Kelson gets Shiner up. German suplex by Kelson!

Morpheus: And he rolls over and goes for a cover…NO! He turns it into a spinning leg lock! He has Shiner right in the middle of the ring!

Stone: Shiner is in dire straits but he is not giving up! He is fighting to get to the ropes and makes it! But how much damage has been done to his right leg!

Morpheus: Well, Kelson keeps making sure that he damages it by continually kicking Shiner in the leg! He has it!

Stone: And Kelson Irish whips Shiner to the ropes, but Shiner falls down, the pain of his leg unbearable! Kelson drags him to the corner and chops him across the chest! He backs off a few steps!

Kelson drops back, than tries to nail Shiner with a super kick, but Shiner catches Kelson’s leg and spins him around. He catches Kelson by the waist and nails him with a half nelson suplex. Kelson slowly gets up and charges at Shiner, who stops Kelson’s momentum with a double chop to the throat again. He lifts Kelson up and nails him with a stungun on the ropes again. Kelson backs off holding his throat but still standing. Shiner runs slowly toward Kelson, who tries to clothsline Shiner. Kelson misses and Shiner springboards off the ropes with his left leg and nails Kelson with his Shiner Wizard!

Stone: SHINER WIZARD! And Kelson is down!

Morpheus: But Shiner is still down! He nailed Kelson with his finisher using his damaged knee!

Stone: Shiner is crawling toward Kelson! He has his arm around Kelson’s body! Cover!

Morpheus: NO! ONE! TWO! THREE! Damnit!

Stone: This one is over!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, ANDREW SHINER!!

Andrew Shiner (7.94 aps – 0.1 penalty + 2.1 avs = 9.94 total)
Chris Kelson (7.9 aps + 1.7 avs = 9.6 total)

Stone: What a victory for Andrew Shiner! He got his first win and brought a win home for Alchemy in this cross brand match! Chris Kelson put on another stellar effort and showed a new facet in his diverse and innovative offense by destroying Shiner’s knee, but Shiner pulled out the win!

During Shiner’s celebration, Wraith walks into the ring and starts to walk toward Kelson, in an effort to teach him a lesson. Before he can reach him, Hostyle walks right in front of him and dares him to do something. As Wraith backs a few steps up, Andrew Shiner nails Hostyle in the back with a clothesline.

Morpheus: That is your brand being represented, Stone! That’s despicable!

Stone: And Shiner and Wraith seem to be bent on taking out Hostyle! What is Wraith doing?

As Shiner is busy with Hostyle, Wraith rolls out of the ring and steals Hostyle’s C4 Title, cautiously staying at ringside. Shiner attempts to Irish whip Hostyle, but Hostyle counters and throws him to the ropes. Wraith notices Hostyle gaining the offensive and hightails it out of there, running through the curtain as Hostyle lifts Shiner up for a Sky High and Kelson runs and nails the Sling Blade in tandem.

Stone: What a combination by the C4 Champ and Kelson!

Morpheus: But I think Hostyle just noticed that Wraith just stole his belt! Hostyle is pissed!

Stone: And there go both Hostyle and Kelson after Wraith, running quickly up the ramp and through the curtain!

Morpheus: I wouldn’t want to be in Wraith’s shoes when Hostyle finds him!

Once again we return to the tumbler room, where Ash Strife has just entered the room and is rummaging around for his number.

Celeste: I’ve heard you’ve got a new way of living now, Ash. How’s it working out?

Strife: Good. I only dismantle people limb from limb inside the ring now.

Celeste: Oh... that’s good!

Celeste looks back at RAMPAGE!, who merely shrugs in reply. Strife draws his number, satisfied with the result.

Strife: I will respect Eric. He is still my brother. But it is no longer appropriate for me to assist him in all of his actions. He will understand, I have supported him in all of his decisions and he will do the same.

Scorpio: Oh really?

Strife turns around and is met face to face with Eric Scorpio. Scorpio looks amused, and throws his hand into the tumbler while talking.

Scorpio: Is Crazy Ash Killa really gone, bro? Seriously?

Strife: He is. I will not be that person any more.

Scorpio: Then my respect for you has followed CAK – gone.

Strife: Don’t take me for a fool, bro. I’m still one of the most destructive people you’ll ever meet, and as soon as my number hits that screen, pain is going to be unleashed on anyone who crosses me. You should know, I gave enough of it to you at 7.1. I fought harder than I have ever fought before, but that battle has brought me the realisation that between those bells is competitive.

Scorpio: I don’t understand.

Strife: There is no need for all the unnecessary suffering that we have become so numb to before and after matches, Eric. For someone who claims to be free of sin, you have trouble living your life without committing them. It made me nothing but miserable, and I had the chance to re-evaluate myself. Someday you will realise this too.

Scorpio sighs and lowers his head, and Ash seems to smile at Eric finally coming to terms with all of his actions. However, Scorpio emits muffled laughter and looks his brother square in the eye, a very serious look draped over his face.

Scorpio: You’re pathetic, Ash. I have seen some confused people in FMW, but you have truly become the worst. You sound like a Hallmark card. You’ve become one of Them.

Scorpio draws his number and looks indifferent towards whether he is early or late, but he turns back to Ash, clearly disappointed.

Scorpio: There was a place for you, you know. In this wicked world that I have been constructing, you would have been nothing less than a king. But now, for committing the unforgivable sin of betraying all we stood for, YOU will be the first to taste the wrath of Scorpio.

Scorpio does not take a second look at his former partner, and he leaves in disgust. Strife sighs and exits in the opposite direction.

It’s the biggest show on Earth.

When one door closes…

Another opens.

After Jason Krow’s epic failure, Jaro could have said, “You know what? No one is as ballin’ as I am. I don’t needs no muthafuckin protégé.”

And while that is most likely true, he has decided to begin the search for an heir to his illustrious throne.

So join us, on this magical ride, as we look for the biggest, the baddest, and the cruelest that FMW has to offer.

FMW, do you have what it takes to be Jaro’s next protégé?

Footfalls and boisterous hollering shatters the darkness of a dim hallway which pans out to reveal the ramp to the parking lot. There, we find the victorious Andrew Shiner, the equally effective and newly crowned TV Champion Mass Caesar and the nefarious Wraith who has 10 pounds of familiar gold over his shoulder, the C-4 Championship. Fist Pounds and High Fives abound as a black stretch town car pulls up. Hurriedly, the driver heads to the rear door which allows Dorian Gray to greet Wraith and his compatriots.

Gray: Not a bad night, gentlemen.

With that, cYnical appears from the arrival area, screaming about the quality of his hotel room. Wraith holds out a hand and the two exchange pounds as they take note of each other’s presence.

cYnical: What I miss? Fucking hotel barely has 2 and a half stars, fuck 5 stars. I ask for bottled water and they hand me some Sam’s Choice Wal-Mart shit. SAM’S CHOICE? The LPW World Heavyweight Champion doesn’t drink Sam’s fucking CHOICE!

Caesar: Good to have you back, Daniel.

cYnical: Holy shit, MC. You did it again! ‘Nother belt? You beat the guy with the cock joke gimmick? That guy…he’s a dick.

cYn looks around for approval of the pun as a few on lookers snap photos of the three old warhorses with the title belts.

Caesar: Verily. The Age of Caesar has begun anew.

cYnical: If you could tell me where I could begin the age of Avian…I’ll be on my way, gentlemen. Anything else of note?

Shiner extends his hand. Cynical hands him his gear bag.

Caesar: Young Shiner is Wraith’s protégé, Flame-bearer. He’s not a bag check minion.

cYnical: THE Andrew Shiner, eh? Heard of you. How’d it go tonight?

Shiner: Victory. Always pleasant. LPW Title…has no value here.

cYnical: Son, I’m the champion of the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD…and that includes this bootshaped shithole.

Shiner: Boot up your…

Gray emerges from the limo, grabbing the C-4 Title from Wraith and putting it on Shiner’s shoulder, motioning for Caesar and Shiner to enter the limo.

Gray: Easy boys. We have common enemies, and may have use for one another down the line.

With the prospect of celebratory ale and wenches in the limousine, Caesar puts aside the dig at his homeland and is first to jump in. Wraith pats Shiner on the shoulder, motioning for him to keep a close eye on the strap. Shiner nods and gets back in the limo. Dorian looks at Wraith, towering over him for a moment. He then kisses him on the top of the head and takes his leave, mouthing ‘Good luck’.

Wraith: Luck is overrated. Ay Daniel?

cYnical: Aye. I’ll see you out there.

Wraith: Dan, I’m going out there to remove a few enemies and to take a perverse joy from their misery. I’d ask if you wouldn’t interfere.

cYnical: Great minds think alike. That kid of yours as good as advertised?

Wraith: Better. It’s all coming together…again.

Larsen: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to FMW Circus Maximus, and before we begin climbing Mt. Vesuvius, we’ve got one last match to get over with, and by god it could be just as epic as the main event tonight.

Morpheus: Yes indeed, buddy boy, it’s time for one man here tonight to walk away with more gold than he walked in with, it’s time, it’s time, it’s time for Christian G. Smitten’s crowning achievement!

Larsen: Hold your horses, Morpheus, you’re getting ahead of yourself; ladies and gentlemen to put the next match in a better perspective, it’s gonna be epic, it’s the Full Metal Championship match! The best of the best will duel tonight for the most coveted prize in all of not just Full Metal Wrestling but in ALL of professional wrestling itself! Tonight, it’s gonna be your defending champion, John ‘Doc’ Derrick –

Morpheus: – and your NEW FMW champion, Christian G. Smitten!

Larsen: Ladies and gentlemen, I have to apologize in behalf of my partner Morpheus; he’s just a big fan of Christian Smitten.

Morpheus: There’s no smarter way to call the game, baby!

Larsen: Can’t you just wait ‘til the match has actually started? Let’s take it to Cherry, everybody!

Cut to Buster Cherry standing in the middle of the empty ring.

Cherry: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Full Metal Championship! Introducing first!

Muse’s “Map of the Problematique” plays on the PA system and out comes Christian G. Smitten, with his daughter Kelsey tagging along. There is a serious look on Smitten’s face; he knows that tonight is the only chance he’s got and there is very little room for error.

Cherry: The challenger, from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing two hundred and ninety pounds, he is the Legal Eagle, CHRRRRRISTIANNNNN G. SMITTENNNNNN!

Morpheus: There he is, Larsen. Your new Full Metal Champ.

Larsen: You’re so eager to jump to conclusions, Morpheus, if you really believe that, why don’t you just let it play out?

Morpheus: I want everyone to know me as the man who called it perfectly. Circus Maximus 2008. Christian G. Smitten, new Full Metal Champion. Look at that, even Kelsey is out here to see this momentous event unfold!

Larsen: Or maybe another one of his shortcomings!

Morpheus: You take that back, Larsen! You better take that back or I’ll publicly shame you and your family after Smitten wins tonight!

Larsen: Hah, whatever.

The Rolling Stone’s “Gimme Shelter” begins to play as Doc emerges from the back, ready to fight, with the belt slung over his shoulder.

Cherry: And his opponent, from Tombstone, Arizona, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the current reigning Full Metal Champion, JOHNNNNNNNN ‘DOOOOOC’ DERRIIIICK!!!

Larsen: And that’s the man Smitten has to go through if all your dreams want to come true, Morpheus!

Morpheus: Derrick may not know it, but Smitten is way more prepared than him. He’s ready to outlast the champion in all aspects of his game.

Larsen: I hope that’s indeed true, I want to see a five-star classic tonight.

Morpheus: Oh you will. And it will usher in the new Age of Smitten!

Larsen: Who paid you to come up with that?

Morpheus: …nobody.

Larsen: Right. Also I’d like to mention that Sara, Doc’s “significant other,” if I may say, is currently attending the show right here at ringside.

Morpheus: Oh, so Derrick’s got a heart now?

Larsen: I suppose so, Morph, and I think it’s safe to say that Doc’s going in this match for Sara.

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah.

Larsen: Now both competitors are in the ring, just waiting for the ring of the bell to begin their contest for the championship.

The two men are in separate corners. Kelsey is up on the apron in Smitten’s corner, while Doc grabs a bottle of beer from a cameraman on the outside, drinks it and sets it on his corner. The ref talks with both men separately, then calls for the bell to ring. Smitten and Derrick circle each other tentatively for a few moments, creating tension in the air.

Larsen: The two men analyzing one another before they get in there. This could take a while, especially for wrestlers of such caliber.

Morpheus: They both know that whoever manages to have a better start in the game can potentially have control over the flow of the match.

Smitten, almost without warning, begins with a flurry of punches to Doc’s face!

Larsen: Christian Smitten opening the matchup and gaining first strike points by connecting with three straight fists to Derrick!

Morpheus: Now that’s what I’m talking about! Smitten is taking no chances and taking all control of the match!

Larsen: Smitten just taking it to Doc with lefts and rights and it seems as though Doc is just letting him beat him up!

Morpheus: Nah, Smitten is just too strong!

Larsen: Wait, you may have just spoken too soon as Doc manages to catch a punch and starts hitting Smitten with one of his own fists!

Morpheus: This is just temporary!

Larsen: This’s now turned into an all-out brawl as Doc and Smitten are just trading punches one after the other, it looks like it’s a contest to see who has the thickest face!

Morpheus: And look at the punches they’re throwing, it looks like those fists are coming in with the force of 500-pound blocks!

Larsen: It’s a test to see who’s the best, Morph… and from out of nowhere, Doc tries to hit a hard kick to Smitten’s gut but Smitten catches it and rolls over into a leg screw!

Morpheus: Clever moves from ma’ boy! Now he’s stomping a mudhole in Derrick!

Larsen: Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve just only tuned in to Circus Maximus, these two men have shown nothing but a sheer ferocity straight from the outset. Now Christian Smitten’s in control of the match with John Derrick on the floor!

Morpheus: That’s it, that’s the way to do it!

Larsen: It looks like Smitten isn’t stopping at all – hold on, in one quick move, Derrick’s got Smitten’s boot and he took him down to the mat as well! Now Doc’s back in the game!

Morpheus: Both these guys do what they have to do, but trust me, this isn’t over!

Larsen: Doc commencing with his own mudhole stomps, and runs to the ropes, I think he’s looking for a leg drop here but Smitten rolls out of the way, gets up and comes at Doc with a huge clothesline!

Morpheus: And Smitten rebounds into a sick boot to the face as Derrick was trying to sit up! Hah! Smitten makes the pin! One, two, no, Derrick kicks out! Damn!

Larsen: Too early to win, there… Smitten now picking up Derrick, knee to the gut, raises Derrick up on his shoulders, such power…

Morpheus: I think I see a Switchbomb a-comin’!

Larsen: He’s got Doc up there and it looks like the Switchbomb is indeed coming… but Doc’s trying to get out of it! He’s punching out Smitten’s head!

Morpheus: Bring him down! Bring him down now!

Larsen: No dice as Doc swings around and counters into a reverse DDT!

Morpheus: Ah, dammit!

Larsen: Doc clutching his jaw in pain after that sick-looking boot to his face… Smitten tries to get up and the two of them engage in further combat!

Morpheus: They’re back to trading blows again and I’m betting that Derrick is gonna be hurting more with each punch that lands on his face due to that hard-looking boot my boy Smitten handed out earlier.

Larsen: Smitten lands a particularly harder right to Doc’s face, and Doc swings again but Smitten ducks under Doc’s arm and he’s got a hold around Doc’s waist!

Morpheus: Smitten’s back in control!

Larsen: Gutwrench suplex to Derrick! Smitten makes the cover!

Morpheus: One, two, th- no!

Larsen: Doc got a shoulder up!

Morpheus: No, that was clearly a three!

Larsen: Doc got a shoulder up! The match continues! But Doc’s still down!

Morpheus: Now Smitten capitalizes this and goes for a sleeper hold!

Larsen: Smitten has Derrick in a sleeper hold and the referee is checking up on Doc to see if he’s still conscious, which he still is…

Morpheus: I know it may be unlikely this early in the match, but if Smitten can cut off Doc’s air long enough, it might just affect his performance for the rest of the match.

Larsen: Well, he seems to still be in the game as Doc is trying hard to get to a vertical base…

Morpheus: And Smitten is just applying further pressure to Derrick’s neck. That can not be good for him at all.

Larsen: And Doc is still trying hard to get to his feet, I think this match may not be over yet so soon… Doc on one knee and he’s trying hard to hang in there…

Morpheus: Come on, Smitten!

Larsen: Okay now Doc’s standing up on both feet and trying to elbow out of the sleeper hold!

Morpheus: Smitten’s got to keep it locked in there!

Larsen: No, Doc’s elbowing more and more and finally Smitten lets go for a split-second and this split-second is all Doc needs to hit a quick DDT on Smitten! Way to turn things around!

Morpheus: Very well then, it seems that Derrick lives to continue the battle.

Larsen: That’s more than true, Morph, and now Derrick takes the time to nurse his sore neck for a while.

Morpheus: He may have gotten out of the hold, but the damage lasts for quite a while.

Larsen: And now Smitten getting up while Derrick is unawares, Smitten charging towards Derrick and leaps, possibly going for a bulldog, but Doc moves out of the way! Smitten rebounds into a back body drop!

Morpheus: This drunkard just won’t die!

Larsen: You’ve got to love Doc’s resilience; he won’t quit until, well, until he’s really dead. Doc makes the pin! One, tw- no, kickout!

Morpheus: Whoever won by a back body drop?

Larsen: Anything can happen, Morph. The two are back up on their feet as they’re trading wild punches and ducking them! What a sight!

Morpheus: At this point you can already see the punches coming, so it’s no real feat.

Larsen: Well it is deep into the match already but these two are still going like a couple of racehorses!

Morpheus: Now Smitten ducks and he just literally REACHES in there with full momentum and hooks Doc up and raises him in a suplex!

Larsen: Wait, Doc powers out of it! And he sends Smitten to the ropes! Doc runs and hits a far-reaching spinning heel kick to Smitten who is on the ropes, and Smitten falls out of the ring!

Smitten tumbles out of the ring and Kelsey looks on, a little shocked, from ringside.

Morpheus: I think I just heard Kelsey scream! Look what that dastardly Derrick has done to this poor girl’s father!

Larsen: Oh, put a cork in it, Morph, I know you care about Kelsey as much as her stepfather does!

Morpheus: What? I was only looking out for the emotional state of the girl!

Larsen: Yeah, whatever. Now Doc gets on the other side of the apron and nails another diving leg drop to Smitten, who’s on the floor!

Morpheus: This is a travesty!

Larsen: Shut up. Doc takes his time to get up, and he goes back into the ring to reset the count, and goes back out! Hah!

Morpheus: This is cheating!

Larsen: No, this is just taking advantage of the rules! Doc’s back out and now he’s grabbing Smitten by the hair to get him up. Now he’s hitting him with a couple of punches to the face and follows up with another hard DDT to the more unforgiving floor!

Morpheus: Now can I say it’s a travesty?

Larsen: I suppose, but that’s still an overreaction.

Morpheus: Fuck you.

The ref begins to count again, but Derrick doesn’t make any motion to go back in the ring; instead, he walks over to Sara sitting at ringside, and grabs another beer. The ref continues his count as Doc downs the entire beer and does a little flirting in the process.

Morpheus: Is he mad? The clock’s running down!

Larsen: Relax, Smitten’s down, and Doc is in control and he can clearly hear the ref’s counts. He knows very well when it’s time to go.

Morpheus: Yeah, sure… but if Smitten wins this way, I’m calling it a screwjob!

Larsen: Relaaax, Morph.

Smitten is now starting to get up, unbeknownst to Derrick, who still has his attention towards Sara. The ref is now at the count of 7.

Morpheus: Do you see what I see?

Larsen: Oh, I think I do! Get back, Doc! Get back!

Smitten uses the chance for a decisive strike against Derrick as he charges straight at him, but at the last second, Derrick is surprised to notice this as he reflexively sidesteps; Smitten crashes against the barrier, and his momentum carries him to the other side where he collides with Sara!

Larsen: Oh my god, Smitten just crashed into Sara!

Morpheus: This is all Derrick’s fault! He used Sara as bait for Smitten!

Larsen: No way! Derrick didn’t even see Smitten coming at him until the very last second!

Morpheus: Lies! Derrick’s no different than any of the other guys who’ll do anything to win!

Larsen: Oh, yeah? Then why’s he checking up on Sara?

Morpheus: To cover up the fact that he used his own girlfriend as bait, to take advantage of Smitten! Smitten never did that to Kelsey!

Larsen: I beg your pardon? Never?

Morpheus: You heard me, never!

Larsen: Wow, you’re just as blind as a professional wrestling referee! Anyway, I think we may need some paramedics here, that was a tough crash by Smitten and Sara! Let’s see that again on replay!

The footage is replayed, displaying the intensity of the collision. Derrick, and the referee, who has broken up the count, check up on Sara as Derrick is heard mumbling, “shit, Sara! Sara?” while Smitten crawls inconspicuously away from the scene.

Larsen: This doesn’t look good at all. Doc looks worried.

Morpheus: He’s obviously faking it! Now it’s easier for him to pin Smitten! That was his game plan all along!

Larsen: Oh, give it a rest, Morph!

Morpheus: It’s true!

Larsen: Hey, where is Smitten?

Morpheus: Oh, he’s over there, he’s gone to Kelsey. Looking for the support of his daughter.

Larsen: You sure? You never know what that dirty lawyer’s got up his sleeve…

Morpheus: You take that back! Besides, Smitten promised he would play fair tonight, as if he actually needed to promise it!

Larsen: Get your mouth off his dick, Morph.

The paramedics have descended down the ramp and are now attending to Sara. The ref turns to Derrick and asks him, barely audibly, if he would like to continue with the match, to which Derrick can be heard saying an emphatic yes. Smitten has already gotten back in the ring but he is resting in his corner. Smitten allows Derrick time to resume the match on an even standing.

Morpheus: Ah, Smitten, quite the professional. He even has the courtesy to let Derrick get back into form.

Larsen: There’s something oddly suspicious about Smitten right now…

Morpheus: Get rid of your doubts, Larsen, they’re obviously restarting the fight fairly.

Larsen: Sure.

The two of them reconvene at the center of the ring to begin fighting again, and in one quick motion, Smitten turns his back to Derrick, reaches inside his singlet, grabs on his brass knuckles, slips them on, turns back to Derrick and SWINGS HARD WITH THEM! He throws them away just as the ref turns around to head back into the ring!

Larsen: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! LEGAL MY ASS! FAIR MY ASS! SMITTEN JUST CHEATED! THOSE WERE GODDAMN BRASS KNUCKLES COLLIDING WITH DERRICK’S FACE!

Morpheus: DERRICK HAD THEM COMING, LARSEN! HE HAD THEM COMING! HE CHEATED WITH THE WHOLE SARA INCIDENT AND THIS IS WHAT HE GETS!

Larsen: FUCK YOU, THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! SMITTEN CLEARLY CHEATED HERE, NO NONSENSE ABOUT IT, EVERYONE SAW IT, EVERYONE SAW THE KNUCKS! KELSEY MUST’VE GIVEN IT TO HIM WHEN HE CAME OVER TO HER!

Morpheus: IT WAS ALL FAIR! IT’S ALL FAIR! NOW SMITTEN’S GOT DERRICK UP AND THERE’S THE COURTROOM ASSAULT! OUT OF NOWHERE SMITTEN SNATCHES CONTROL!

Larsen: THIS IS DISGUSTING! UTTERLY DISGUSTING! AFTER SMITTEN PROMISED TO PLAY FAIR TONIGHT! THIS IS NOTHING SHORT OF A FARCE OF A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!

Morpheus: SHUT IT, LARSEN! IT’S OVER! SMITTEN’S GOT THE LEG HOOKED! ONE! TWO! THREE! NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!

Cherry: And here is your winner, and NEW FULL METAL CHAMPION, CHRISTIANNNN G. SMITTENNNN!

Christian G. Smitten (8.62 aps + 2.6 avs = 11.22 total)
John “Doc” Derrick (8.83 aps – 0.2 penalty + 1.4 avs = 10.03 total)

Morpheus: I TOLD YOU, LARSEN! I TOLD YOU SMITTEN WAS GONNA WALK OUT AS THE CHAMP!

Larsen: INJUSTICE, I SAY! INJUSTICE! AND THE REF NEVER EVEN SAW ANY OF IT AT ALL! THIS IS ALL A LIE! SMITTEN’S FIRST CHAMPIONSHIP IS BASED ON A LIE!

Morpheus: Like I said, it was fair! Derrick deserved it after that stunt he pulled with his girlfriend! I bet his girlfriend was even in on it!

Larsen: You STILL on about that? Jesus. And by the way, I don’t think Smitten’s quite done.

Smitten went back to work on Derrick after his arm was raised. Smitten begins removing all the turnbuckle padding from the corners and systematically whips Derrick on each of them, with his head colliding first. Eventually, Derrick begins to bleed.

Larsen: Oh god. This is madness.

Morpheus: Be quiet, Larsen, Smitten’s obviously proving a point. It’s almost art.

Larsen: …I can’t even begin to describe the mindset of Smitten right now.

Smitten drags Derrick into a rope and chokes him with it.

Larsen: Oh, god. Stop it, Smitten! Stop it! You’ve won already, we got that!

Morpheus: He’s champ, I think he’s allowed to do whatever he wants now. Besides, there was nothing in the agreement about playing fair AFTER the match.

Larsen: What? That’s utter bullshit! Quit sucking his dick and making excuses for him!

Smitten motions to Kelsey inaudibly; after a while Kelsey moves and goes under the ring apron and fetches a chair, which she tries and successfully manages to slide into the ring.

Larsen: Oh, god. What does Smitten plan to do now? What more does he want?

Morpheus: Retaliation. Vindication. That’s what!

Smitten grabs the chair and unceremoniously smashes Derrick everywhere, repeatedly. Blood is all over the ring now.

Larsen: For what? What more? He won the match! He won the title! He finally has the prize he’s been dreaming of for one year now! He even had to cheat to win! He had to capitalize on an unfortunate incident! WHAT MORE CAN JUSTIFY THIS BRUTAL ASSAULT ON JOHN DERRICK? THE MAN’S NOT EVEN HIS ARCHNEMESIS, DREW MICHAELS IS!

Morpheus: Seriously? I thought you would have known already! Take a chill pill!

Smitten picks Derrick up and sets the chair, then does a Courtroom Assault to Derrick on the chair.

Larsen: Oh, please, Mr. Heel Commentator! DO enlighten us on why Smitten is acting like a deranged maniac here right now!

Morpheus: It’s simple, my naïve broadcast partner – Smitten is making an example out of Derrick. Plain and simple. Not a complicated explanation. Smitten felt Derrick underestimated him, and that’s what led to Derrick’s undoing. Look, Larsen, if Derrick wasn’t flirting with Sara at ringside, he would still be champ, and Sara wouldn’t be in the ER! Now it looks like the two of them will be spending a night at the hospital, maybe more!

Larsen: As brutal as Smitten’s actions may have been so far, I agree with that point. But just with that point. Derrick’s showboating got the best of him, and contributed to his defeat tonight. But I’ll leave it at that.

Smitten sets up the chair to Derrick’s throat, in the “Pillman” position.

Larsen: Oh no. No. No no no no NO. Don’t you do this, Smitten. THIS IS GONNA GO TOO FAR!

Morpheus: There’s nothing you can do to stop him, Larsen! Nothing at all!

Smitten climbs the turnbuckle and perches at the top rope. He taunts the entire audience first.

Larsen: NO, DON’T DO THIS! IT’S NOT WORTH IT! YOU WON! WE GET IT!

Morpheus: Nothing you can do!

Larsen: IT’S NOT WORTH IT!

Morpheus: NOTHING you can do! I mean NOTHING!

After much taunting and tension, Smitten jumps, his feet landing on the chair’s legs, forcing the open chair to close violently on Derrick’s throat and Derrick to spit a stream of blood.

Larsen: SMITTEN JUST CRUSHED DERRICK’S THROAT! IT WAS NEVER WORTH IT!

Morpheus: And now Derrick’s left with nothing! Nothing at all!

Larsen: Smitten has just disgraced John Derrick and beaten him to within an inch of his life. You’ve done enough damage, Christian. Leave him alone now. Before you end up killing him.

Morpheus: And I think Smitten is indeed done here.

Smitten takes the title belt and leaves the ring, taking Kelsey along with him. He pauses as he makes his way up the ramp to look at the battered and broken body of John Derrick lying in the ring, while paramedics quickly rush down the ramp to tend to him. There is a dastardly smile on Smitten’s face.

Larsen: What has this man done. Especially when his job is to uphold the law. To uphold order. What kind of man would do such a thing?

Morpheus: Well, lemme tell you tonight, Larsen, tonight, he’s not a lawyer. Tonight, he’s a wrestler. Tonight, he’s a warrior. Tonight, he was out for blood. And blood is what he indeed drew from Derrick.

Larsen: But it is his sworn profession, Morpheus. You can never take it away from him. And now, America, no, the world is now at a loss with who to trust.

Morpheus: It’s life. It’s never fair. It never was hyped to be fair.

Larsen: But this is just plain way out of line. Smitten could’ve just stopped after he made the pin. But no, he had to take it too far.

Morpheus: Enough whining, Larsen, there was nothing you can do about it and there is still nothing you can do about it now.

Larsen: Whatever, Morph. Whatever. I just hope there is someone in the back strong and brave enough to stand up to this man, if he decides to make this post-match brutality part of his act every time he successfully defends his belt. Ladies and gentlemen, in behalf of Christian G. Smitten, my partner Morpheus, and Full Metal Wrestling, I apologize for that exceptionally brutal and violent display you just saw here from Christian G. Smitten tonight. It was completely unwarranted.

Morpheus: Speak for yourself, I’m not sorry.

Larsen: Well, I am. And that’s that. Fortunately the night is not yet over as we’ve got one last attraction for you all. Something I hope will take everyone’s minds off the sheer brutality that just occurred tonight.

Morpheus: That’s right! It’s time for Mt. V!

Larsen: Mount Vesuvius is up next, ladies and gentlemen – stay tuned to Circus Maximus!

The scene cuts backstage to a backstage room filled with the sounds of a television that has been broadcasting the previous match. The camera is placed at the feet of the man watching it, leaving us unable to identify them. The feet of a chair and two fancy shoes are all we can see, until the man starts to clap slowly for Smitten’s victory and subsequent demolition of Derrick. The man stands up, still applauding, and the camera pans up slowly. A set of muscled legs, a casual shirt thrown on, and then as the camera reaches up, the man is finally able to be seen.

Spectre.

The camera pauses on Spectre’s face and then watches on as he leaves the room, still clapping slowly.

Celeste and RAMPAGE! stand to greet two of the last three men to draw numbers for Mount Vesuvius – Cactus Sam and Matt Dunn, Tag Championship belts over their shoulders, walk into the room. RAMPAGE! does not look remotely excited to see them, but Celeste greets them anyhow.

Celeste: Only three numbers left, gentlemen!

Dunn: We can see that. Thank you for your incredibly helpful assistance.

Dunn rolls his eyes and rattles the three remaining capsules around inside the tumbler, trying to decide which one to pick.

Dunn: At 7.1 we defeated almost every Champion there is in this company... two Full Metal Champions, two Ultraviolent Champions, one Abandoned Champion, the previous Mount Vesuvius winner, the King of NEW... it seems tonight there will be too many for me to have on one list.

Cactus: There aren’t even that many teams left anymore, Matt.

Dunn: Then we will destroy any remaining Champions. Tonight, one of us will take the step towards Ultimatum, towards becoming everything this company idolises, and we will tear that World Championship into shreds.

Cactus: Plus ye’ can add Smitten to your little list.

Dunn finally picks a number and Sam does the same without all of the deliberation. Inspecting their numbers separately at first, Matt has a sly grin on his face while Sam looks disheartened. Mortus leans over to inspect Sam’s number and his grin widens.

Dunn: Opposite ends of the spectrum, my friend. I believe you’re going to have to get ready fairly soon. I’ll have enough time for a good drink and a nice relaxing shower before I see you out there!

Cactus: Shut it, Matt.

Sam gets in Dunn’s face, pissed as hell, but their conflict is interrupted by a snigger from the doorway. Both men turn to look at the last man to draw his number for the night – Skyler Striker.

Cactus: What are you laughing at?

Striker: Is the answer ‘you’ too obvious? Because if not, I’m going to have to go with ‘you’.

Striker rolls his eyes and grabs the last capsule out of the tumbler, opening it up with a smile.

Striker: They saved the best for last to pick their number. Good things come to those who wait, I guess. Hope you two lovers aren’t quarrelling too hard by the time you enter Vesuvius, I’d hate to have to interrupt a fight this good.

Without another look, Striker pockets his number and exits the room, leaving Sam and Dunn glaring at the doorway.

Stone: We’re here! After so long, it’s time for Mount Vesuvius II! After last year’s epic which saw Drew Michaels grab the torch directly out of John Derrick’s grasp, one has to wonder what this year’s instalment of FMW’s most dangerous match has in store for us! This match is going to make new stars, shorten or possibly end careers, and everything in between! Morpheus, do you have a pick on who’s going to win this match?

Morpheus: No, but the fans are all gonna be winners after this, especially if they are as bloodthirsty as I am!

Stone: That was a bit unnerving, Morpheus.

Morpheus: Maybe it was, Stone, but so is your face.

The entire arena blacks out, and lights begin to flash all around as ominous music plays, spotlighting the Hell in a Cell structure as it begins to lower around the ring, much to the roar of the crowd.

Stone: Oh man, it’s time!! I can’t wait to call this one

Morpheus: I haven’t been this excited, since, like ever! Mt. Vesuvius is gonna PWN ass!

Stone: Please tell me we’ll be chatspeak free for the rest of this match.

Morpheus: STFU newb!

Stone: Moron.

The staffers finish spreading the ash around the outside of the cell as it finishes lowering. A huge fireworks display erupts at the entrance and on top of the cell as the cell hits the ground, causing the fans to erupt in a eager fashion. Buster Cherry, FMW announcer, stands near the timekeeper as he beings to announce.

Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the MT. VESUVIUS MATCH!!!!

The crowd continues to cheer, as the staffers put the finishing touches on the ash spread all around the structure.

Cherry: The rules are as follows: In just a few moments, I will introduce the FMW superstars who drew numbers one and two. Then, every two minutes another FMW superstar will enter the match according to the number they drew. For the first 15 entrants the only structure there will be is the Hell in the Cell structure. After entrant 15, the ‘ring roof’ steel cage will be lowered and after the 30th entrant, the third and final half-cage on top of which the Mount Vesuvius torch is found will be lowered. At the bottom of the cell, there are about 20 feet between the audience and the structure itself, and covering 10 of those 20 feet is a huge pile of volcanic ash. To be eliminated, superstars have to be thrown to the ash below. As soon as they hit the ash, they will be eliminated. However, a superstar has to have climbed the cell and be standing fully upright at least once before they can be officially eliminated. The Mount Vesuvius torch must be ignited via a gas tap located at the base of the last cage before it can be retrieved, and the first man to retrieve that torch from its holster will win a GUARANTEED FMW World Championship match at FMW ULTIMATUM II!!!

The ring crew disperse, and all of FMW’s employed referees take their place around the structure as the cell is completely surrounded by ash. The atmosphere is electric as the crowd begins a “F-M-W” chant.

Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen…LET MOUNT VESUVIUS BEGIN!

Stone: Here we go, Morph; it’s a honour to call this one!

Morpheus: Let’s do this!!!

Cherry: Introducing first, the superstar who drew number one...

“Clouds Over California” by DevilDriver hits the speakers, and the arena blacks out to a huge pop. Nick Bryson jumps out from behind the curtain, pumping himself up as he allows a few hands to hi-five him on his way to the cage. Bryson climbs the first cell carefully, gaining his footing with a wary eye.

Cherry: From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 245 pounds, he is a former FMW Ultraviolent Champion, the Cleveland Crippler, NICK BRYYYSOOONNN!!!!!

Stone: Nick Bryson! Nick Bryson is starting off tonight! And without a doubt he has the toughest road to the torch and to Ultimatum tonight!

Morpheus: w00t! I’m sure one of the ‘good guys’ won’t win now, and that makes me happy.

Cherry: And introducing his first opponent, the superstar who drew number two...

“Sons of Plunder” by Disturbed sounds out to boos as Cactus Sam enters the Coliseum flooded with red lights. The arena lets out a huge wave of boos and Sam flips them off, throwing his tag title aside and climbing the cell as quickly as he can.

Cherry: From Birmingham, England, weighing 250 pounds, he is one half of the current FMW World Tag Team Champions, CACTUS SAMMMM!!!!!

The bell rings as Cactus and Bryson carefully walk on the cell towards each other, not wanting to lose their footing.

Stone: Ah, a continuation of Alchemy 7.1 which saw Sam and Dunn retain their tag belts over SPARTA and Doc and Striker. I’m sure Bryson and Sam have unfinished business here after the way that match ended.

Morpheus: Great way to start the match, with two guys who should want to kill each other. Yet, we’ve no action thus far. Someone fall already!

Stone: Be patient. Both men circling... and there it is! Sam and Bryson trade blows and the crowd is going nuts! Sam with a knee to Bryson, and he’s looking for an elimination already!

Morpheus: See, Sam has the right idea here.

Stone: Bryson stops him with a shot to the stomach. Now Bryson with the advantage!

Morpheus: Sam is down on all fours, and considering the cell, I think lying down would be best.

Stone: Bryson snatches him up by the hair, and Sam downs him with a low blow, and he’s stomping away at Bryson. And there’s the countdown! We’ll have a new superstar into this match, who’s drawn number three?

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

As Sam momentarily stops his beat down of Nick, “Land of Confusion” by Disturbed hits the speakers to a surprised pop as the returning Chase runs down the ramp way as Sam looks in shock!

Morpheus: CHASE! CHASE IS BACK! What a fiery situation we have here, a reunion of the Quick and the Dead!

Stone: Chase is on his way up the cage, and Sam hasn’t taken his eyes off of his former partner, leaving Bryson behind him. Chase on his feet, and they’re immediately in a staredown!

Morpheus: They’re trading words now, what are they saying?

Stone: Who cares? Chase staggers Sam with a big right, and now we’re really off!

Morpheus: But I want to know how they’re insulting each other, I’m almost out of names for you!

Stone: Bryson is coming to now, as Chase and Sam are still going back and forth striking with whatever they can! Sam takes him down with a double leg takedown, and swings for the fences, Chase reverses! Now Sam reverses!

Morpheus: At this rate, they could both roll off and eliminate themselves. If I were Bryson, I’d stay down.

Stone: But Bryson interjects himself with a big elbow to Sam just as he gains the advantage! Sam rolls off dazed, and now Bryson and Chase are at it! Chase nails a Savate Kick, dropping Bryson to a knee! The countdown is back on!!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Morpheus: Who’s next? Who is it?

Sam, Bryson and Chase beat on each other as Kieran Halycon enters the arena. Halycon comes walking rather quickly to the tune of “Devour” by Shinedown.

Stone: Another Alchemy guy in Kieran Halycon, who’s been on fire since coming to FMW.

Morpheus: So yeah, when are we gonna get some Anarchy flavour in this bitch?

Stone: I’d say about now! Look at the entrance, it’s HavOc!!!!

Morpheus: HavOc are sprinting down the ramp and there’s a huge ambush there for Halycon! Halycon doesn’t stand a chance as the four members of HavOc are destroying Kieran before he even gets a chance to climb the cell!

The Voice: DESTROY HIM!!!!!

Stone: Holy shit! Things on the cage have now become two on one as Sam is being taken on by Chase and Bryson, but that ‘voice’ is back! That same voice sentenced Pure Extremist to death for his failure earlier tonight!

Morpheus: But HavOc is abiding, and they all hold Halycon up, and they throw him like a dart into the fan barrier! Halycon’s busted open pretty badly! Harlequin has a fallen Halycon now, and a CURB STOMP to the outside floor!

Stone: That’s heinous! Back on the cage, Chase and Bryson double suplex Sam on the steel, and Sam is groaning in pain! Chase turns and he and Bryson are now trading blows again, but HavOc has Halycon up, and Mercutio has that bat he’s affectionately named ‘Louis’!

The Voice: DESTROY HIM!!!!!

With a step back, Harlequin grins maniacally and takes a full baseball swing at Halycon, knocking him out cold fairly obviously as Halycon falls motionless to the floor.

Stone: THAT BAT TO THE HEAD OF HALYCON! He’s out! But HavOc’s still stomping away at Halycon! Chase with a spear to Bryson and Sam is back up choking Chase! Where is the security for this!

Morpheus: Who in their right mind would try to stop HavOc? Hold up, the countdown is back on!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Renegade” by Jay-Z and Eminem hits the PA to a raucous, albeit mostly negative reception just as HavOc vault Halycon into the side of the entrance superstructure.

Stone: It’s Hostyle! Hostyle is in the match at number five!

Morpheus: How’s he going to avoid HavOc?

The C-4 Champion Hostyle enters and catches sight of HavOc, who just evilly grin at him and continue to stomp and hit Halycon with any loose weapon they can find. Hostyle, noticeably not wearing his C-4 belt exhales in relief and tries to back pedal away from them, but HavOc rushes Hostyle and are all over him in a flash, giving him the same treatment as Halycon. Hostyle tries to cover up, as Halycon lies broken and motionless in a pool of his own blood.

Stone: Hostyle, who thanks to Wraith is without his belt, is our next entrant, but HavOc got to him first!

Morpheus: Fuck that faggot! Still, HavOc is awesome, Stone, I keep trying to tell people that!

Stone: Be that as it may, HavOc pounding away on Hostyle with fists and elbows as Chase and Sam are going at it back on the cage! Bryson charges and a double team flapjack on Bryson! That had to be instinct from Sam and Chase! But they are now back at each other, and Sam has the upper hand thanks to a headbutt!

Morpheus: HavOc is going to town on Hostyle right now, and Halycon who got lawn darted, ‘A-Rod’ed, and then flung into who knows what, hasn’t moved. Hostyle should be lucky that all they are doing to him is stomping his ass. Wait - I spoke too soon as Hostyle goes sternum-first on the fan barricade!

Stone: back with our actual participants, Bryson is back up, and down goes Sam with a rolling cutter, but Chase retaliates with a neckbreaker. They have Hostyle up now, and Syanide has ‘Louis’! He’s rearing back as the countdown is on!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Fuck You (An Ode to No One)" by the Smashing Pumpkins hits to a mixed reaction. Mercutio notices his entrance video on the screens and shrugs, hi-fiving his fellow HavOc members and running off to join Bryson, Sam and Chase on the cell roof. Harlequin leads Frost backstage, and Syanide follows, albeit not without a quick knock to the side of Hostyle’s head with Louis as he leaves.[i]

Stone: Mercutio is in the match now, and I shudder to think what would be left of Hostyle had Mercutio not have been the next entrant. HavOc have left the match for now, which is probably best for whoever’s number seven.

Morpheus: Now, Sam and Chase have paired off to fight, as have Mercutio and Bryson. Bryson being dominated right now, and Chase also suffering a similar fate!

Stone: Here come the EMTs to tend to Kieran now, I think his Mount Vesuvius game should be over. Although he’s not technically eliminated yet, we’ll have to get a verdict on that one later… hold up, what the hell is Chris Kelson doing out here? He’s not a participant in Mount Vesuvius...

Morpheus: You should be watching the A-show more often. Or paying attention to the interbrand match beforehand! Kelson is Hostyle’s protégé. He’s tending to his mentor.

Stone: What a suck-up. Anyway, Sam has Chase up, and a pulling piledriver puts Chase out! Now Sam turns his attention to Mercutio who had Bryson in a Camel Clutch. Sam rakes the eyes of Mercutio!

[i]As the EMTs stretcher out Halycon, we see Kelson massaging Hostyle, periodically dampening his head with a towel, and whispering in his ear, presumably trying to give Hostyle updates on the match. Kelson takes a bottle of water and offers Hostyle a drink, and Hostyle eagerly takes it. Kelson and Hostyle go over strategy as Kelson continues to stretch Hostyle’s limbs as a safety precaution.

Morpheus: Kelson’s waiting on Hostyle hand and foot here, prepping him for battle. But we’ve got the actually match still going and now Chase vaults Bryson across the cell with a release Point-Five-Oh! Bryson tumbles to the edge!

The crowd gasps as Bryson comes to long enough to stop his momentum from taking him over the edge. He rolls back towards the centre of the cell, grimacing and holding his head. Sam powerslams Mercutio down and cuts his hand on the mesh as he does so. The METALtron shows “10” as the crowd counts down along with the clock.

Stone: Our next entrant is on his way out!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Far Enough” by Ra floods the arena to a good pop as Leon Caprice sprints by Hostyle and Kelson and quickly scales the cage.

Stone: Newcomer Leon Caprice, who won this shot on Alchemy 7.1, has entered and he’s going after Sam right off the bat!

Morpheus: Sam doesn’t know what hit him, but Caprice’s freshness will be of benefit, Sam’s been here since the beginning. Bryson is back on Chase now, and he has him in a fireman’s carry, and drops him with a necbreaker across the knee!

Stone: Hostyle has to be fully recovered by now, why isn’t he entering?

Morpheus: Because he’s smart. Although I’m starting to think the young kid may have over-done his prepping of Hostyle at this point.

Stone: Back in the mix, Caprice is on fire here, taking out Bryson with a flying forearm. Mercutio with a back elbow floors Sam, and Chase is starting to come to, and a spinning heel kick from Chase nearly beheads Leon!

Morpheus: Mercutio with a shot to Sam’s gut and he’s picking him up, he may be looking for “Closure”, his modified flipping piledriver.

Stone: Hey I never found this out, but exactly what’s so modified about it?

Morpheus: Shit if I know, but it gets blocked by Sam, and Mercutio is backdropped behind him!

Stone: Bryson has Sam now, looking for the “Sickle Touch”. Sam elbows his way down, and elsewhere Chase is on the receiving end of a back drop bottom from Caprice! Look at the dent in the cell from the impact of that! Caprice proving he can hang with the big kids here!

Morpheus: Nice impact right there. Bryson trying to fight out of Sam’s grip, but Sam gets the double arm DDT anyway. And here’s the countdown...

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“The Lasting Dose” by Crowbar cranks through the speakers as Trey Spruance rushes out to the cage and climbs it with purpose. Meanwhile, Hostyle is STILL being prepped and pampered by Kelson. Once Spruance reaches the top he quickly Thesz presses Caprice down and starts raining down blows.

Stone: Entrant number 8 is Trey Spruance, and he’s all over Caprice. You know Morpheus, Drew Michaels, who’s still to come, won the first Mt. Vesuvius from number eight. Could Trey continue that trend?

Morpheus: Something tells me Trey’s odds aren’t that good. We still haven’t seen most of the “heavy-hitters” like that cunt Drew, TyranT, and Dunn. This one is far from over!

Stone: It is for Halycon! I’ve just received word from the medical staff backstage that due to HavOc’s assault, Kieran Halycon will not be fit to compete in this match, so we have one elimination, and he didn’t even make it to the cage!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, due to injury, Kieran Halycon has been deemed unable to compete, and is therefore ELIMINATED!!

[b]Morpheus: The first elimination of the night there, although no-one’s fallen off the cell yet, damnit! Hopefully it won’t be long though as Trey is trying to push Caprice off the edge! Caprice is fighting it though. Fuck, what an elbow to Spruance by Caprice!

Stone: Mercutio is on Bryson now, and a bulldog takes him down. This cage may not last with all the punishment it’s taking! It’s got six fully grown men on top of it, all trying to demolish each other!

Morpheus: Chase working on Sam again, and Sam fires off an eye poke to create some breathing room.

Stone: Now Sam delivering a boot to Spruance, and he’s dazed a bit after that, Caprice runs, and Sam catches him, Fireman’s Carry position and Sam DEATH VALLEY DRIVERS Caprice onto Spruance!

Morpheus: Sam is looking unstoppable out here right now! Mercutio has mounted Bryson, but Bryson counters with a triangle choke!

Stone: Bryson has that hold cinched deep, Mercutio starting to fade!

Morpheus: It’s much easier to roll an unconscious man off the cell than one who fights back, I actually like this strategy.

Stone: Chase and Sam are still at each other, and Sam is grinding Chase’s face into the mesh! Chase is being opened up right here! Spruance and Caprice are on all fours now, trading blows!

Down below, the crowd near Hostyle is getting angry, starting chants to try and get him on the cell.

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!

Stone: I agree with those fans urging Hostyle to get in this match, he’s really pussying out right now.

Morpheus: The fuck do you know? This is called ring savvy, you wouldn’t know about that.

Stone: This is the first IHC in “you know where” that you’re talking to right now, son.

Morpheus: Bah. I beat Jaro, Stone. Beat that. Anyway, the crowd have a new tactic, trying to inspire Hostyle!

Crowd: You can’t wrestle! You can’t wrestle! You can’t wrestle!

Stone: Hostyle’s furious, surely it can’t be too long before he’s up and running! And there’s the countdown!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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“Voodoo” by Godsmack erupts to major boos and a surprising level of cheers as FMW Ultraviolent Champion Harlequin saunters out from the entrance armed with a baseball bat.

Morpheus: And here’s the Ultraviolent champion!!! HavOc’s numbers boosted by one again!

Harlequin spies Hostyle, and heads straight for him, smiling with an insane grin. Hostyle quickly gets to his feet and sprints for the cage and climbs it as Kelson bolts to the back out of harm’s way.

Stone: Hostyle has now officially entered this match with that inspiration from entrant number nine, Harlequin! Bryson releases that triangle choke on Mercutio now, and Harlequin is on his way up, savouring each grip he gets on that cell!

Morpheus: But Hostyle is trying to prevent him from coming up the cell! Harley’s got his hands on top of the cell, and Hostyle springs into action, stomping on Harlequin’s fingers!

Stone: He stomps again, and HARLEQUIN FALLS OFF THE GOD DAMNED CELL!!!!

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

Hostyle looks down, pleased with his work as Bryson, Chase and Sam keep on brawling. Sam ducks a clothesline attempt from Bryson, and Bryson is obliterated by a roundhouse kick to the mouth by Chase, causing Bryson’s lip to bleed fairly badly.

Morpheus: Harlequin isn’t eliminated right? He never made it to the top of the cell!

Stone: You are correct, Morpheus, but that’s going to do some damage to the Ultraviolent Champion! Bryson is in a bad way now thanks to Chase’s kick, with our first three entrants now all bleeding. Meanwhile Spruance is grinding his elbow in Caprice’s face, and Harlequin is beginning to stir on the ash below!

Morpheus: HE’S ALIVE! HE’S ALIVE!

Stone: Seek help, Morpheus.

Morpheus: Go fuck yourself. Sam has Chase now in the Cactus Crossface, but Bryson comes in and slaps on a Dragon Sleeper to Sam! Two men are being choked out here!

Stone: Mercutio is back up, and he clubs down Hostyle. Hostyle may have pissed off the wrong group, although I don’t see how! Spruance is now in a grounded side headlock thanks to Caprice, and Leon is firing forearm after forearm.

Morpheus: Hostyle is trying to fight Mercutio away, but to little success as the clock is up again!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Leper Messiah” by Metallica starts up as Syanide comes running out. He helps Harlequin up as they both begin to climb the cage side by side.

Stone: SYANIDE! Syanide is the tenth entrant! HavOc is almost in full force, which makes me wonder how fair it is that HavOc’s number are so close together? What’s the bet that Frost will be number eleven?

Morpheus: Life isn’t fair, but this is odd to say the least. Mercutio and Hostyle are trading blows now, but Harlequin, with that bat in hand, takes a big swing to Hostyle’s back, dropping him!

As Hostyle falls to all fours, HavOc begins to stomp all over the C-4 champion, even getting in a few bat shots much to the mostly displeasure and slightly pleasure of the crowd. HavOc lifts up an out on his feet Hostyle, and Mercutio lifts him up in a axe guillotine driver as Harlequin wraps his arms around Hostyle’s waist for a standard piledriver. Syanide places his hands around Mercutio and Harlequin, and as Harley and Mercutio jump with a trapped Hostyle, Syanide throws them down with extra oomph, making the cell rattle.

Stone: MY GOD!! A SPIKE AXE GUILLOTINE AND A PILEDRIVER! Hostyle is done!!

Morpheus: That. Was. Nasty.

Stone: Now HavOc is going after Spruance and Caprice here, stomping away at them, using their combined might to dominate the druggie and the rookie!

Morpheus: But there’s still more action, the crowd is nuts as Bryson looks to have Sam and Chase eliminated! Chase pulls himself up as Bryson focuses on Sam, and a big football kick to Bryson allows Sam to climb back up, but Chase knocks him back down again.

Stone: Spruance trying to crawl away from HavOc now, but Syanide is on him! Mercutio and Harley have Caprice up now and Mercutio sets up for a vertical suplex, but he drops him into Harley’s hands for a powerbomb, and a there’s a powerbomb and inverted facelock backbreaker combo to take out Caprice!

Morpheus: HavOc may pick everyone off one by one! They’re crushing every single opponent they can find!

Stone: Chase looking for “Point-Five-Oh” on Sam now, but Sam elbows out of it! Sam drops his former partner with a shoulder breaker and now Spruance is in HavOc’s sights!

Morpheus: Harlequin blindsides Spruance with that bat to his shoulder, and Syanide delivers the Arrowhead Shot! Nice knowing ya, Trey!

Stone: Look at HavOc eyeing off Bryson! There they go!

Morpheus: Bryson not going down easily, firing right hands to whatever moves, but HavOc are playing the numbers game and they overwhelm him, wait a minute... Mercutio hits Closure!

Stone: Bryson is completely out of it just like Hostyle and Caprice before him! HavOc is looking unstoppable as a unit!

Morpheus: Don’t forget that they took out Kieran Halycon as well! Now look at this confrontation! The Quick and the Dead, Sam and Chase, second and third, both exhausted, and facing them are the mostly fresh and furious HavOc!

Stone: Unless Chase and Sam can find some of their old chemistry which they’ve thrown aside in this match, it’s only a matter of time.

Morpheus: Doesn’t look like much time as Sam and Chase push the issue to HavOc! Bad idea!

Stone: There’s the clock! Will it be Frost to join HavOc? That will surely but HavOc in position to rule this match!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“The Warrior’s Code” by Dropkick Murphys plays The Celt to the ring as he full-on sprints to the cell, swearing in Irish at HavOc all the way.

Morpheus: THE CELT IS HERE! I think he’s the only guy along with PX to ever really push HavOc in terms of physical confrontation! Celt is absolutely FURIOUS as he starts his climb!

Stone: He might be the only one in this match to even try to push back HavOc, as Sam just suffered an Arrowhead Shot from Syanide into a Pale Rider from Harlequin!

Morpheus: Chase still fighting, and he drops Mercutio to a knee with a sole kick, but Syanide traps his arms and just headbutts the fuck out of him repeatedly. Chase’s head and face are getting pummelled!

Stone: The Celt has made it to the top now and he’s going for Mercutio! Mercutio goes down from a Celtic Cleaver! Celt’s on fire!

Morpheus: Chase is wobbly now, and Syanide has him in a backbreaker hold! Harlequin brings that bat down across the chest of Chase as Syanide delivers the backbreaker! Chase is fucked up too and HavOc are on their way to Celt now!

Stone: Mercutio is on dream street, and Harlequin gets a Celtic-sweeping chokeslam from Celt!

Morpheus: Celt’s got HavOc under his control now! But no! Syanide stops Celt with a shot to the temple, and Mercutio and Harlequin are starting to recover!

Stone: Celt’s not done, as now he has Syanide on the proverbial ropes with hard punches! Syanide is teetering, Celt’s got Syanide reeling as the crowd is cheering Celt on!

Morpheus: NO! A low blow from Mercutio to Celt ends that threat! And here comes Smiley!

Stone: A HARD boot to Celt’s face opens a small laceration now, and Syanide has Celt in a Camel Clutch, Mercutio takes a running start, and a hard low dropkick to the face of Celt, Harlequin follows up with a running knee! HavOc surveying the cage now, stomping down any superstar who tries to even roll over to breathe!

Morpheus: Hostyle is trying to get up, and Mercutio flattens him with a running standing shooting star press! Caprice tries to crawl away but gets a foot to his face from Syanide for his troubles!

Stone: Caprice gets an elbow drop to the back of the head for good measure, and Spruance gets struck with that bat across the abdomen! Chase isn’t moving, Sam is down again thanks to a running punt from Harlequin, everyone is out of it!

Morpheus: Who’s gonna stop HavOc? Number twelve is doomed!

Stone: Is there anyone who can stop HavOc?! These guys are tearing this match apart! Hostyle, Bryson, Cactus, Spruance, Chase, Celt and Caprice. All men have succumbed to the combined might of HavOc! There must be some way out of this!

Morpheus: All men are at the top of the cell with HavOc in full control. And look at Harley, he’s just laughing, making sure that everyone who isn’t a member of their faction stays down with some swift kicks. How many times do I have to mention that this man, this very team - these guys are simply my heroes.

Stone: But this isn’t justified! These guys are ruining the solid grounds of Mt. V! It’s every man for himself! What part of that concept is not computing with these sadists? There’s no room for a unit in this match, certainly not a permanent unit anyway! Any of these guy could have turned on each other and tossed each other out of the match by now, or any one of the wrestlers on the cell!

Morpheus: Do you not know anything about these guys?! That’s not their rule damnit. These guys have a strong bond. As the saying goes, family doesn’t stop at the blood. These guys are in it together. You don’t fuck with HavOc!

Stone: Someone has to stop this! No one can gain any leverage against HavOc. Harley just stomped back down Sam as he struggles to get his bearings.

Morpheus: Bryson fairs no better against Mercutio who just landed a shinning wizard, both Bryson and Sam having started this event off.

Stone: All this punishment must be wearing them down the most! Chase can’t be too far behind either.

Morpheus: If anyone is worse off, it’s Halycon! He crashed out of this competition before he was even in it. Courtesy of HavOc, of course!

Stone: And there’s the countdown to the next entrant!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Reborn” by Stone Sour suddenly explodes over the PA system, causing the crowd to begin an uproar as they come to realize who is about to appear.

Morpheus: Glorious! The final member of HavOc, Hannibal Frost, is here!!!!

Frost walks down to the ring to begin climbing the cage with no threats waiting due to HavOc’s control of the match.

Stone: I can’t believe this. All four members of HavOc are now on top of the cell! I can hear Harley laughing from here! Chase is up on his feet, but both Syanide and Mercutio have jumped him, he’s down as quick as he was up!!

Morpheus: Chase is trying to battle back, but both men are overpowering him. Chase is still working out a few kinks no doubt, after being out of competitive action for so long. And look at this! They’re setting Chase up for a double powerbomb!

Stone: This could be it for Chase! All they need to do is toss him off. But no!

Morpheus: The HavOc members seem content with slamming him down against the cage-like floor! That could have been so much more savage, but some major damage has still been dealt.

Stone: Don’t you see what they’re doing?! They just don’t give a damn about this match! They want nothing but domination and they’re getting that right now! It’s just... despicable! This is not how Mt. V is supposed to be! They don’t want eliminations, they just want pain!

Morpheus: Hostyle has managed to climb to his feet! Another victim to HavOc’s savage attack earlier on.

Stone: Leon also making a move, but Hannibal has spotted him. A quick clothesline has knocked the newcomer down, but look! Here comes Hostyle, perhaps this is the break we needed! He’s charging at Hannibal! He’s looking to knock him straight off the cage! Somersault Senton towards the standing Hannibal!

Morpheus: No! Syanide has managed to pull Hannibal out of the way! HOSTYLE OFF THE EDGE! What a mistake!

Stone: Hostyle has managed to cling on for dear life after nearly falling twenty feet! He’s dangling from the edge but he’s holding on! He’s at the mercy of Hannibal as Syanide goes to work on Spruance. Wait, hold on… what the hell is Hannibal doing? He’s helping Hostyle up!

Morpheus: I don’t think I quite understand myself. He could have easily pushed him off. Why the hell would he assist an enemy of HavOc?!

The crowd look surprised, as does Hostyle himself as Hannibal assists him getting back up off the edge of the cage. As soon as the man is on his feet again, he has no time to react or betray Hannibal however as he is quickly shoved back off the cage again by the very man who helped him. Laughter his heard from Harley who managed to watch the event whilst bashing Celt’s head against the steel surface.

Morpheus: Hostyle has been pushed off the edge again!

Stone: But he’s not eliminated! Look! He managed to grab on at the last minute! He could have broken his wrists with such a risky grasp but he’s still holding on! His feet are mere inches from the ash!

Morpheus: Haha… Hannibal looks disappointed!

Stone: But he has no time to deal with him right now, Bryson is struggling up to his feet.

Morpheus: Hero Harley has moved on from Celt, he looks interested in Sam now, landing in some solid kicks and strikes upon him. Mercutio is now working on the Celt, setting him up for a bodyslam! Even the basics are going to be double the damage on that structure.

Stone: Ouch… I could just hear the impact from here as Celt was slammed down.

Morpheus: Like I said, double damage! That steel is going to grate against your back, and that’s only the first cage!!

Stone: Hostyle is taking his sweet time climbing the cage wall of the cell. Hannibal is beginning to work Caprice, those men are pretty high up on that cell. This match is only going to get more dangerous as time progresses and HavOc are ultimately still in control!

Morpheus: Trey Spruance is feebly trying to strike at Syanide, but is quickly winded by a knee to the stomach! The proud HavOc member has hooked an arm around Trey’s neck as he’s doubling over.

Stone: And… bang! DDT! Trey’s face went straight into that steel grid, I think I can see blood! Trey has been cut open by Syanide’s DDT! That’s got to hurt.

Stone: So many opportunities lost! Why don’t HavOc throw someone off already?! This is becoming painful to watch!

Morpheus: You’re not enjoying this? This is entertainment at its best! Whoa! Harley with a sidewalk slam upon Cactus Sam! Hannibal Frost just suplexed Caprice, and is now turning his attention to Chase! Good god, how can you not be enjoying this! It’s so one sided, it’s fantastic!

Stone: This is not how Mt. V is supposed to be!

Morpheus: So you’ve said already! Stop your bitching. It’s only just getting good since HavOc appeared damnit!

Stone: And the countdown’s up again… yet another superstar for HavOc to demolish. Unlucky number thirteen, I guess!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” hits the PA, as the crowd respond with arguably the loudest standing ovation of the night! The cheers only seem to get louder as Drew appears, dashing down the ramp towards the twenty foot cell!

Stone: It’s Drew Michaels! Last year’s Mt. V winner! Drew Michaels is here as the number #13 entrant.

Morpheus: It means nothing! HavOc is still in control! Syanide’s waiting for him!

Stone: But Drew Michaels can’t be eliminated until he is standing upon the top of the cell! Drew’s already climbing the side with great speed, but an ambush could be waiting for him at the top!

Morpheus: Syanide is smiling, he has a definite advantage as Drew closes the distance... no! Bryson out of nowhere!

Stone: He’s managed to break away from the beating HavOc was giving him! Some forearm smashes to Syanide from behind! Drew Michaels is up! And he’s straight on Hannibal before he can even blindside Bryson! A high impact lariat has sent Hannibal down to the ground!

Morpheus: Here comes Harley, he’ll solve this problem. Shit! No, Sam has grabbed his ankle and tripped him up, he’s dragging him back into combat and both men are now trading punches!

Stone: Caprice is now managing to get the best of Mercutio with a face crusher against the steel ground. Mercutio was distracted with Syanide’s fall! HavOc’s reign is falling apart in a matter of seconds! And all it took was Drew Michaels! The man holds so much command! He won Mt. V as its 8th entrant, think of what he’ll do as its 13th!

Morpheus: Fuck! Fuck!

Stone: Bryson, despite being the first entrant is now beginning to pull himself together, SPARTA working as a unit! Both Drew and Bryson are really hammering down upon Syanide!

Morpheus: A unit?! What the fuck?! You were just ranting about how despicable HavOc’s team up was and now you’re praising SPARTA? Hypocrite! Chase is now on Harley, he’s pulling him off of Sam with a sleeper suplex. I’ve got to give him credit for that!

Stone: Hold up! Chase is now putting some boots in on his former tag team partner! It just goes to show that it really is every man for himself in this match, whether you’re friends, former partners. It doesn’t matter here. And here comes Celt, he’s managed to blindside Chase with a thunderous dropkick to his back. Hell, this is all turning into chaos!

Fights continue to ensue upon the top of the cell. Celt and Chase engage in a fight as the bloodied Trey comes to work on the downed Cactus Sam, stomping away at him in the centre of the cage to play it safe. Harley moves to assist Syanide only to be intercepted by Leon as the two begin to trade punches. Mercutio is down on the ground, recovering from a face crusher Leon managed to land upon him only moments ago. And Hostyle has finally been given the opportunity to climb back onto the roof, though he cautiously keeps his distance for now from other competitors to recover some strength.

Morpheus: This fight is all over the place! I don’t know who the hell to follow here!

Stone: Holy crap! I do! SPARTA are setting up Syanide for a double suplex! By the looks of it he’s going to be suplexed right into the middle of the cage on top of Sam and Trey! They’ve lifted Syanide up! Watch out Trey! What?!

Morpheus: Oh my god! SPARTA both dropped Syanide the other way in a forward falling double suplex! Syanide’s body has hit nothing but air! His face, nothing but the edge of a steel cell!

Stone: A full on face blammer! And Syanide falls twenty feet down to the ash below after a vicious rebound! He’s rolling in agony! Blood is pouring from beyond his mask into the ash! I can see Harley laughing his head off, though he’s not laughing as proudly as usual! This doesn’t bode so well for HavOc anymore!

Cherry: Syanide has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: If it wasn’t certain before, it is now! Syanide is out of the competition! Paramedics are checking to him after that big fall. He’s in pain, but I don’t think it’s going to be too serious for the HavOc member.

Morpheus: Fuck you SPARTA! And everything you stand for!

Stone: HavOc are a man down now, their dominance is falling apart! Leon is managing to get the best of Harley with an impressive spine buster from nowhere! He’s continuing to press on his attack with some solid strikes having mounted the HavOc front man. But Hostyle just made his comeback with a Glistening Mage to the back of Leon’s head!

Morpheus: He didn’t do it for Harley’s benefit though. Look! Now Hostyle’s the one striking at Harley.

Stone: Personally, I think Hostyle just wanted to get as much in the centre of the cell roof as possible.

Morpheus: Chase has managed to get the upper hand against Celt, he’s locked in a full nelson upon the Irishman and he’s really cranking that hold in! Celt is in agony, he just can’t quite break free of the expertly locked hold!

Stone: And here comes Mercutio to join the mortal combat. He’s hitting away at Celt, using Celt’s restrained position to his own advantage!

Morpheus: Is this a temporary alliance I see? Nope! Chase just shoved Celt against Mercutio and both men are down near the edge of the cage in quite a brawl! Quite clever.

Stone: Both SPARTA members are now working on Cactus Sam, the joint longest runner of this competition along side of one of his attackers. Oh my god! Both men have managed to shift behind Sam! They’re lifting him up for a double team backdrop! This could send Sam over the edge if they land it right!

Morpheus: No chance. All men are down after Harley managed to kick Hostyle away! The HP grandmaster was sent against the shins of Drew and Bryson and both dropped Sam down against the steel ground.

Stone: No more eliminations as of yet, but plenty of action!

Morpheus: Trey Spruance has been taking it easy the last few minutes. Wise bastard isn’t he? Everyone will need all the strength they can get to survive the long run of this match, but wait, seems he’s finally picked a target out of Leon! A double arm DDT from nowhere! That’s got to hit have Leon hard! A signature move from Trey and the crowd are not impressed with his success! But it seems they’re cheering for the countdown!!!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Before commentary can continue further, “I Put On” by Young Jeezy echoes out throughout the area as the crowd begin to boo. Both Steve-E and T. Ekstreme begin to walk down towards the ring, Ekstreme trying to psyche Steve-E up.

Stone: And here comes entrant number #14, but what the hell is Ekstreme doing here with him?

Morpheus: Judging by the fact that only Steve-E is climbing the cell, I’d say he’s just here to support him. See? He’s already cheering Steve-E on, just as the man walked straight into a suplex from Chase!

Stone: Not a good start for Steve. Now Chase is really starting to beat the crap out of him with some knee strikes to the head. Oof! That was until Ekstreme threw a bottle of water at Chase! Chase is clearly not pleased! He’s glaring at Ekstreme down below. Either way, Steve-E escapes and is crawling out of the danger zone to the middle of the cell roof!

Morpheus: So many people and so few eliminations! We’ve got Bryson and Cactus Sam still in the ring, and those bastards started this whole thing off! Chase is still kicking it, surprising as hell given he hasn’t been in a ring for months, let alone a massive 20 ft cell with several other guys. Hostyle is still managing to hold on despite being jumped so early on. Celt... I don’t know how the hell he’s managed to hold out this long. Steve-E is still fresh in, but should have been hauled off by Chase the moment he entered. Michaels is on fire, but has only managed to toss one guy out with some help, and HavOc are still fighting along despite suffering a casualty. Seems right now we are only missing Halycon and Syanide, more people need to plummet to their death damnit! The second cage will be lowered as soon as the next man enters! Something has got to give!

Stone: It has, whilst you’ve been having a rant! Cactus Sam has managed to isolate Drew from Bryson! A quick take down and Sam is really laying a flurry of punches upon last year’s winner! Drew is still a fresh man though; he’s easily capable of trading punches, being quite a striker himself. The two of them are just all out brawling on top of the cell. Trey has also switched to Bryson having been keeping Leon on the ground, and now SPARTA find themselves separated.

Morpheus: I can’t help but think that Celt and Mercutio have been beating the crap out of each other for some time now, I just thought that was worth a mention.

Stone: Oof! Hannibal tried to pick on the downed Leon! A swift jawbreaker was all he got for his troubles when he tried to pick him up! Hannibal is stumbling! Steve-E managed to pull him back into a reverse DDT! And now Steve-E feels content to work on Hannibal, stomping on him.

Morpheus: It seems Hostyle and Harley are still fighting each other as Harley has his hands around the innovators throat, trying to choke the life out of him. Choking is fun!

Stone: Anything goes in this match up, but I have yet to see any HavOc members go for each other in this match! The only form of elimination is by throwing a FMW superstar off of the Mt. V structure and into the ash below!

Morpheus: Funny how you should say how HavOc are not fighting each other when SPARTA haven’t exactly been any kind of enemy to each other either.

Stone: Whatever... I’m allowed to support some wrestlers as well you know? Hannibal Frost with an evasion after telegraphing a strike from Steve-E! He’s slipped in behind him! A German suplex onto the steel cell!

Morpheus: Followed by an equally cool brainbuster from Mercutio to Celt! With Celt having already competed tonight, the Irishman is at a loss in this match up. But who can blame him for taking on the superiors after what HavOc tried to do to him and PX? He’s suffering for his efforts now though, and quite rightly so, if you ask me.

Stone: Well at least HavOc are no longer dominating. Things have gotten back to normal for the most part, past the blatant alliances that have formed anyway.

Morpheus: Chase has been taking a breather. What a limey wuss!

Stone: It’s a good tactic, especially as the man was third in. Chase is tiring, he needs to keep his energy if he wants to make it to the end of this gruesome and physically enduring match.

Morpheus: I don’t see Cactus Sam or Bryson taking any lunch breaks. Those guys have been almost nonstop since the beginning! But here comes number fifteen, which means structure number two will be lowering very soon!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)” by the Offspring hits the PA system to an unusual reception of malice from the crowd. Soon enough Jack Boice makes his second appearance of the night as he makes his way towards the cell.

Morpheus: Entrant number #15! Jack Boice! And he’s finally getting his just deserts! Listen to that crowd! They know it, I’ve always known it! This guy is a jack ass!

Stone: Your opinion of him aside, as soon as he stands on that cell, the second cage will be lowered!

Morpheus: This match is going to get so much more interesting now!

Stone: I’ll agree with you on one thing. This match will certainly get a lot more interesting when Boice climbs up that steel Hell in a Cell cage, but I think you’re being too harsh on the former TV championship holder. Boice is only receiving ill attention because he was against the home favourite. Despite his loss tonight he’s looking optimistic!

Morpheus: What?! Why the hell are the crowd cheering him now?

Stone: Isn’t it obvious? He’s beating the crap out of Ekstreme! He completely blindsided the Mt. V viewer with a low blow, for no reason!!! Ekstreme has doubled over in agony, and Boice with a swift kick to his rear end, sending Ekstreme face first into the ash!

Morpheus: He’s just stalling the descent of the lower cage! How can anyone support that?!

Stone: Boice is finally climbing up the cell... and the second cage is finally being lowered! Stage two begins now!

Morpheus: Holy shit! Look at Cactus Sam! He’s got Drew Michaels by the throat, keeping him pinned down against the cell roof! And that cage is being lowered with Drew’s head lying across its landing grounds!

Stone: If that cage lands on Drew’s head his skull will be crushed! He can’t get any leverage! Everyone else has their hands tied! Sam looks demented! He’s keeping him down! He doesn’t care! Someone stop him!

Morpheus: Holy shit!

Stone: The cage is down! But Bryson! Bryson managed to drag Sam off from Drew just in time. We could have easily had a fatality occur in the name of professional wrestling! What the hell has this sport come to? Drew looks half shocked as he sits upon the wall of the second cage. You don’t know how narrow that was... but I think he does.

Morpheus: Boo!

Stone: What is important is that the second cage is now down and secure! Fifteen entrants have entered. Two have been eliminated. Drew Michaels, Cactus Sam, Chase, Bryson and Harley are all inside the second cage. Boice, Caprice, Celt, Mercutio, Hannibal, Spruance, Steve-E and Hostyle are all on the outside. The second cage has two doors opposite each other to enter inside and a professional wrestling ring at the top, and it seems Hostyle, Spruance and Caprice want to take shelter from the edge as they rush inside the cage through the doors. Boice is fighting with Steve-E quite boldly as both Celt and Mercutio are also taking their fight outside. Celt is actually trying to push Mercutio off from the cell at this moment, but Mercutio is holding onto the second cage, he’s not going anywhere.

Morpheus: It won’t take long before people start climbing that cage as a familiar professional wrestling ring-style roof awaits at the top. Though at 35 feet, it’s also quite risky, but it beats getting your head bashed in against steel walls as Hostyle will tell you! I can see Caprice using his head as a ram as we speak!

Stone: I think Celt and Mercutio have been at each other for the longest, they’re still at it!

Morpheus: Chase is now working on Harlequin having hit an impressive brainbuster. Both Drew and Bryson are turning upon Hannibal Frost, as the HavOc member bravely turned against them.

Stone: Sam seems to be taking his chances on the outside as he’s the first to break the ice and exit the second cage.

Morpheus: Yes! Finally Harley’s making a comeback! How do I know? ‘Cause he’s laughing! A powerslam from nowhere has put Caprice down, and now he’s taking on Hostyle again.

Stone: Hostyle seems to be one of his favourite targets tonight as he locks the man in a sleeperhold.

Morpheus: Spruance who was previously fighting the ‘style is using this opportunity to land in some kicks upon the HP grandmaster.

Stone: Elsewhere Steve-E is managing to get the upper hand himself against Boice! Both of them are fighting so close to the edge! A snap suplex to Boice, and Boice is half off the cage! He’s clawing to stay on! Steve-E is stomping away at the former TV champ! Could this be an elimination?! Boice is holding on firmly but he can’t hold out forever! He’s in a very bad position as his legs are dangling off the edge!

Morpheus: Screw them, next entrant!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Lake On Fire” is next to play, giving notice of the 16th entrant to the match. A familiar chorus of boos is all Flare receives when he appears, quickly rushing down the ramp before beginning to climb the cell, having shoved past the ashen-faced Ekstreme.

Stone: Flare is forced to jump back down before he can climb up as he notices something above! He finds himself jumping back as one of the superstars from above lands at his feet in a rather painful fashion!

Morpheus: Flare is certainly coming down to quite a sight! Dodging the falling Trey Spruance!

Cherry: Trey Spruance has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Spruance left the safety of the cage only to be struck by Cactus Sam and bodyslammed right off the cell! The back of Spruance’s head nearly slammed onto the cell as he fell much like Syanide, but he got lucky.

Morpheus: If you can call being eliminated lucky.

Stone: Flare is now climbing as Sam moves around the second cage to avoid any confrontation. Flare is now up on the cell and he’s...

Morpheus: Caprice! Caprice has just been missile drop kicked through the cage door by Hostyle! And he’s fallen straight off the cell! His head nearly slammed into the barrier below! There were only mere seconds since the last elimination! That’s Spruance and Caprice gone in the same minute! Things are really beginning to pick up!

Cherry: Leon Caprice has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Those were some fast eliminations! Paramedics are checking upon them, but they seem to be ok. Clear disappointment on both men’s faces however.

Morpheus: Boo hoo. They got eliminated, end of story.

Stone: They’ve been in for a while though, so there’s no shame. With so much going on and so much time passing, anyone can be thrown out at any time. I think for these men it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Morpheus: Yeah, why don’t you tuck them in and give them a hot water bottle too? Don’t try and justify what happened, they’ve still lost!

Stone: Hostyle has had no time to gloat as Flare is quick to replace Caprice, taking Hostyle down with a sort-arm clothesline! Harley has long moved on to fight with Drew Michaels and Nick Bryson, assisting Hannibal Frost who has struggled to keep the two at bay.

Morpheus: Cactus Sam is finally beginning to climb the second cage towards the upper ring, the first man to break the ice once again! It seems Chase is surprisingly giving... well... chase!

Stone: Steve-E is still desperate to shove Boice from the edge of that cage! The man is gripping on to tight and no one is coming to assist Steve-E! Look as Ekstreme cheers him on from 20 feet down! Sam is 35 feet up and so is Chase, Sam can’t even see Chase as both men are on the ring on top of the structure! Chase with a spear into the spine of Sam!

Morpheus: And Hannibal has managed to get the best of Bryson! He’s shoved him through the cage door! Nick retains some balance but he’s right by the edge!

Stone: All Hannibal needs to do is push him again!

Morpheus: No! Why does Drew have to ruin everything? He’s broken off his attack from Harley, managing to get a neckbreaker upon Hannibal before he could capitalize.

Stone: Mercutio is STILL all over Celt! I think he’s enjoying this too much as he DDT’s the man down to the cell roof! Both men are still outside the second cage. That’s a very dangerous place to be right now!

Morpheus: So is being inside the cage with Harley! Both he and Hannibal are working away at Drew Michaels, setting him up for a double powerbomb! Bryson is back in the cage to try and save!

Stone: No! An Irish whip from Flare to Hostyle has sent the innovator crashing straight into Bryson!

Morpheus: Both men are down after a vicious collision! And yes! The double powerbomb has been nailed on Drew Michaels! Take that you fucker!

Stone: Drew is taking some harsh punishment now from both members of HavOc as Hannibal stomps away. And Harley is simply jumping up and down laughing, damnit, he’s even walking on Drew, forcing his whole body weight on his chest!

Morpheus: Yes! This is what I want to see! Mercutio is really taking it to Celt and Harley and Hannibal are giving Drew Michaels his just deserts! No doubt they want vengeance for the fall of one of their own partners!

Stone: Speaking of Syanide, we have a report just in over his condition. He’s not in the greatest of shape after his fall, but he’s okay and is expected to make a full recovery by 7.3. He took the worse fall we’ve seen so far when he bashed his face against the edge of the cell. It’s hard to tell if there was any damage given the mask he wears, but I guess we don’t have to worry about that now.

Morpheus: Syanide, Halycon, Caprice... even Spruance, they’re all old news for now. Let’s keep our concerns on the contenders who are still alive in this match!

Stone: Fair to say. Chase is managing to get the best of Sam at present too, whipping him into the ropes of the ring above. A nice spine buster! And he’s followed it up with a series of elbow drops to keep his former partner down.

Morpheus: Number sixteen coming up!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

”The Beast And The Harlot” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA system to a very promising reception from the watching crowds as Chris Austin rushes down towards the Mt. V structure with a look of focus.

Morpheus: Oh god... not him!

Stone: Chris Austin is beyond the rising star status, he’s simply a legit superstar that can hold his own against some of the best! Seconds flat and he’s already climbing the cell. He’s straight into that cage with several superstars! Man! Chris Austin never wastes any time! A double bulldog upon both Harlequin and Hannibal Frost! Both HavOc members blindsided!

Morpheus: I can lie and say I don’t want to interrupt. But Boice just eliminated Steve-E!

Stone: What?! How?!

Cherry: Steve-E has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: Boice just grabbed him and pulled him down in a mid stomp! He was clearly just letting Steve-E get a false sense of security! And I thought Steve-E was just gonna pull a shocker!

Stone: Steve-E is upside down with his back against the cell wall and his head and shoulders against the ash! Ekstreme looks pissed! No surprises given Steve-E is now out of the competition! Boice looks like he wants to take his fight upstairs as he begins to climb up to the ring where Chase and Sam are fighting!

Morpheus: Seems a few people want in on the old upper floor action. Both Drew and Bryson have managed to slip out of the cage and are looking to climb up to the ring area too.

Stone: Chris Austin is currently clearing house inside the cage against both Flare and Hostyle, interrupting their confrontation! A leg sweep has put down a tired and beaten Hostyle, and now a nicely executed suplex on Flare. And now he’s halfway up the cage! Leaping off for a double stomp on Flare whilst he’s down!

Morpheus: And that’s all he’s getting as Hannibal is now back into full swing! A rush of strength coming from nowhere as he ambushes Austin from behind! Wow! A reverse powerbomb! You don’t see many of those! Austin went chest first against the steel!

Stone: Celt with a comeback finally! I’ve been glancing at him every so often! And every time he’s been on his back with Mercutio beating the hell out of him near the edge of the cell! He’s starting to land some sharp lefts and rights, fighting true Irish style with spirit!

Morpheus: Oof! Nope, a rake against the eyes has cut that short! Celt’s turned his back! A bulldog from Mercutio to Celt! Man, he’s really on top form at the moment. Celt shouldn’t have turned up, especially having already competed tonight, he’s just gonna get himself hurt!

Stone: Chase has just suplexed Bryson into the ring from beyond the ropes as the man was trying to climb in. Ow! Amazing stuff! Drew Michaels managed to claim revenge for his weakening comrade with a jumping lariat from the top turnbuckle to Chase! Quite a risk! What if someone had pushed him off the turnbuckle?! Drew’s already had a near miss accident tonight after what Sam tried to pull!

Morpheus: Hostyle with a short dropkick to the back of Hannibal’s legs!

Stone: But Harlequin has the best of Flare with some mounting punches!

Morpheus: Heh, he’s even slamming his head against the cell ground a little. That’s been quite a tactic for him in this match and so far its worked against everyone! Seems he’s not done with the ‘style! He’s picking him up! Piledriver!

Stone: There’s the countdown!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Third Eye” by Tool suddenly hits the PA as the all too familiar Slegnadamus makes his appearance, taking his time as he makes his way towards the cell.

Stone: Entrant number #18! Here comes Slegna, and he has his eyes fixed upon Boice who currently has his hands full fighting Nick Bryson! Oh my god!

Morpheus: 12 Gauge! 12 Gauge! Cactus Sam just hit his finishing move on the approaching Drew Michaels and has put him down!

Stone: But what is Chase doing? He’s taking a risk climbing that turnbuckle to stand over 35ft above the ground! Is he following up on Sam’s attack? Oh my god! He is! Chase just landed the Cigarette Burn on the already downed Drew Michaels! Drew Michaels is completely out of it, and Bryson is too preoccupied by Boice to go and help him out!

Morpheus: I guess once a tag team, always a tag team, huh?

Stone: Your words couldn’t be more misplaced! Both Sam and Chase are now going at each other despite the signature double team moves they both landed on Drew! And Chase is getting the upper hand upon his former Tag Team partner! He’s hitting Sam again and again, backing him up towards the ropes! Chase now going at the ropes! He’s looking to smash Cactus right out of the ring! His own former Tag team championship partner!

Morpheus: BACK BODY DROP!

Stone: Chase has been tossed over the ropes! He’s fallen down on top of the cell after a fifteen-foot drop! His shoulder took the brunt of the impact, he’s been left in agony!

Morpheus: HAH! In his pain and disorientation he’s rolled and fallen down another twenty feet into the ash! Chase has fallen from the Mt. V structure! Brilliant!

Stone: An unfortunate fall, but Chase is out of here!

Cherry: Chase has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: And to think those guys used to be friends. Heh, fucking awesome!

Stone: Chase is in pain! Paramedics are checking on him, he seems to be ok. Luckily Chase will live to fight another day! A superb come back I must say for the returning superstar, but it seems he won’t be holding the torch this year.

Morpheus: Boo fucking hoo! Spare me the sentimentality, Stone. Flare also having a nice fight down the bottom, managing to get himself a couple of shots in upon Harlequin!

Stone: Coming back to Slegna, he’s managed to bypass the fighting Celt and Mercutio and has made his way up to the top of the ring. Boice just finished up an electric chair drop on the weakened Bryson who alongside of Sam has been in this competition from the beginning. Slegna is on the other side of the ropes, he’s grabbed the back of Jack’s neck by reaching over.

Morpheus: Whoa! What the hell is Slegna thinking! He’s dragged Boice over to the turnbuckle! He’s got him arched back over the corner, and Slegna is pulling on his neck, dangling... that’s fucking right, dangling himself off the ring and simply holding onto Boice’s neck! He’s going to break his neck!

Stone: Slegna is cautiously doing this move in short bursts, rightly so if Boice was to be pulled over the turnbuckle! Both would fall! But this is truly sadistic, and no one is coming to help him! Slegna is now climbing the turnbuckle; he thinks he’s tortured him enough.

Morpheus: You spoke too soon! An over head face crusher as he plants Boice in the centre of the ring!

Stone: Slegna is looking pretty good right now as the freshest face in the ring. But he won’t be the newest for long, here’s number nineteen!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park begins to play, creating a wave of jeers as former Full Metal Champion Eric Scorpio begins to make his way down to the ring. He takes his time, wearing a holier than thou expression upon his face.

Morpheus: Number nineteen! I was wondering when this living legend would turn up. Eric Scorpio has come for the torch! He has come to take his place at Ultimatum Two so he can take back what is rightfully his!

Stone: Just listen to yourself.

Morpheus: I know. Hallowed I truly am! This man is going to own everyone in that ring!

Stone: Hostyle just managed to hit a back body drop neckbreaker on Flare! But wait! Harlequin has managed to get his shoulders under Flare’s legs dropping down! Oof! Flare just got hit with a rather stylish and probably mostly unplanned double team from Hostyle and Harlequin after Harley added a powerbomb to his end!

Morpheus: Harlequin has had no time celebrate however as Austin just managed to catch him with a senton splash! These guys are just going crazy in this cage!

Stone: Mercutio! Look at Mercutio! He’s got Celt standing with his back to the edge of the cell! He’s striking at Celt! A left... another left! A right! Celt looks dead on his feet! Mercutio is just laughing now! He knows this is it for Celt!

Morpheus: Look! Look! Mercutio is calling for Frost to watch! Frost is smiling from within the cage as he looks to his faction partner! Here comes the finish! What?! No!

Stone: CELT DUCKS! Mercutio’s lost control and Celt sweeps his legs out, Mercutio tumbles and falls!!! Mercutio has been thrown twenty feet down into the ash, landing on his back! Frost looks pissed, there goes another member of HavOc!

Cherry: Mercutio has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: Look at that Irish bastard! He can’t believe it! He’s really playing that elimination to the crowd, but they’re ecstatic for him! He’s an Irishman, tools! He’s taking all your jobs!

Stone: You’re an idiot, Morpheus, it’s because that was a huge elimination for him! Celt can barely stand! This is his second match of the night and it’s the most enduring of them all! Let the man have his moment!

Morpheus: I would, but Eric Scorpio is on the cell! He’s behind Celt! Hahahaha! Celt has been shoved off from the Mt. V structure courtesy of Eric Scorpio with nothing more than a poke to the back!

Cherry: Celt has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: A poke to the back?! Celt almost missed the ash! That was a power prod from hell!

Morpheus: Well it served him right! Eric Scorpio is looking to climb the cage to get on top of the ring surface. But here comes Harlequin! He’s dragging him back down! Hell, Harley doesn’t half know how to pick his fights! And now the HavOc member and the former FMW champ are duking it out on the outside of the second cage!

Stone: Hostyle, Hannibal, Chris Austin and Flare have been left in the cage. Chris Austin and Hannibal are fighting it out whilst Hostyle continues his confrontation with Flare. What the hell is with those two tonight anyway? I would have thought they’d consider working together, they used to be N.M.E. teammates!

Morpheus: Tell that to Sam and Chase! Speaking of Sam, he’s having a bad time as Nick Bryson is beginning to work upon him. Seems Drew is finally shaking out the cobwebs of those finishing moves and he’s looking for revenge. SPARTA have been united again. Son of a bitch!

Stone: Spinning Savate kick from Austin and Hannibal Frost is down. Some of these men must be really tiring out now. How Bryson and Sam have managed to stay in from the beginning goes beyond my comprehension!

Morpheus: Eric Scorpio just managed to pull off a powerbomb into a backbreaker! Shit! That’s backfired heavily! Both Harley and he have slipped off the cage!

Stone: But they’re both clinging on! Harley looks worse off as he’s holding on with one hand... and a foot!

Morpheus: But he’s laughing his ass off! I wish I could see through those eyes of his and just have a peek at his mind. What’s the bet the world is a better place in his head?

Stone: I hope to high hell you’re kidding! The crowd are roaring again and it’s time for number twenty!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Scream, Aim, Fire” by Bullet For My Valentine hits to the delight of the crowd as another face begins to head down to the ring.

Morpheus: Oh crap! Not the Silver Pistols! Or Silver Pistol rather. This is the last thing this match needs!

Stone: It should be obvious who McCart’s target is, given what happened to McCart at 7.1 at the hands of Flare! As entrant number #20, McCart marks the entrance of two thirds of the match roster!

Morpheus: Speaking of Flare, he just got the better of Hostyle and he’s locked him in the Seig-punkt! Hostyle is in agony! He can’t break free and Flare is shouting out loud with a battle roar, really clinching the hold and damaging the already beaten Hostyle! I don’t know how much more the man can take! After all, my heroes already jumped him prior to him entering the competition. Least he ended up better off than Halycon.

Stone: I don’t know about that if he remains in that hold for much longer!

Morpheus: McCart is up, and he’s heading straight into that cage to confront Flare! A solid clothesline to the back of Flare’s head finally releases Hostyle from agony.

Stone: The Silver Pistol member is not pulling any punches! But Flare is starting to battle back! Both men are trading punches now, Flare gaining control and smashing McCart with a headbutt!

Morpheus: Temper Tantrum on Slegna from Boice up top! God I love the amount of trademark moves you get to see in a match like this! Both Drew and Nick are kicking the shit out of Cactus Sam as well. That guy is in serious trouble if something doesn’t happen for him soon. Harlequin has Eric up against the cage wall with some form of strangulation. Austin is down after having his face shoved against the steel cage wall from the inside. And ‘style... what the hell is he doing? It looks like he’s stalking both McCart and Flare!

Stone: He is! Hostyle with a sudden charge! Hostyle bashed McCart out of his way and has speared himself into Flare! He’s running him right back against the cage door! Both men are outside the steel cage! BOTH MEN FALL!

Morpheus: What the hell?! A guardian angel is smiling on Hostyle today! He’s holding on for dear life! One hand simply grasping onto the edge as he dangles! Heh, he played that rather well!

Stone: Flare not so lucky!! He managed to grab on half way down but couldn’t keep his grip! Flare has landed in the ash and he looks pissed, though the crowd seem to be pleased with his fall!

Cherry: Flare has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: Hostyle is crawling back to the safety of the cage, only to be met by the boot of Frost! Oof! So much for lady luck, all Hostyle’s done for himself by surviving is just earning himself more of a beating! Nicely done by one of my surviving heroes as he lands a sitout powerbomb on Hostyle!

Stone: Chris Austin is using this chance to slip out of the cage and head upstairs, he’s been in quite the brawl ever since getting into that second cage and I think he wants out to get to more familiar grounds, despite the dangers that await.

Morpheus: The Silver Pistol member McCart is following suit, slipping out the other side of the cage to stay clear of Eric Scorpio and Harlequin! Scorpio is now the man on top in this epic confrontation!

Stone: Indeed! A solid clothesline has taken Harley down! And now Eric is climbing the cage! Bam! Did you see that?! That was a double stomp on Harlequins gut from Scorpio! He must have been ten feet up when he dropped!

Morpheus: I don’t know who to support! But you have to admire Scorpio for using the Mt. V structure as a weapon to his own devices! He’s going for another one! No! Well... kind of yes. Harlequin managed to roll out of the way of the second attempt! But he’s awfully close to the edge of that cell. And lookie here, new entrant coming up!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Red” by King Crimson hits next as the demented O’Rion brother makes what is probably the fastest entrance of the night so far. Adrian sprints up the cage and is already eyeing off Drew and Nick at the top.

Stone: Look at Adrian move! He’s already up the first cell, and in a few seconds, the second!

[i]Adrian springboards off the ropes, dropkicking McCart who had his back to him. As McCart falls, Adrian is straight up as Austin quickly steps up to try and take him down. A jumping knee to the face of Austin quickly sends him straight down before Adrian moves straight through Slegna and Boice, shoving the two apart as Boice goes down whilst Slegna flips over the ropes, just managing to grab the bottom rope and hang on as Adrian continues to press forward.

Morpheus: Holy shit! Something big is about to go down!

Stone: Nick has been pulled from Cactus Sam by Adrian! BC PRIDE! Bryson is down! Drew Michaels is stepping up! ANOTHER BC Pride and both of SPARTA are down! Cactus is pulling away to recover, Adrian’s eyes are only on both SPARTA members. Damn it to hell, the man looks almost dead inside!!

Morpheus: He’s mounting Bryson! And he’s punching the crap out of him! What does Adrian think this is? UFC? He’s painting Bryson red!

Stone: I can see blood! Bryson is bleeding after only a few strikes!

Morpheus: Listen to Adrian screaming at the top of his lungs. How many fucking drugs did he pump into himself before coming down here tonight?

Stone: Adrian has gained all the attention right now! Drew is trying to push Adrian off of Bryson but he can’t shift him. Adrian won’t stop punching Bryson!

Morpheus: Drew Michaels is heading towards the ropes, he’s looking to hit something big to shift the monster!

Stone: I hope he gets the save in soon!

Morpheus: A quick powerslam has put Drew down from Chris Austin, who as usual simply picks his own side! He’s stopped Drew from saving his partner! McCart however is seeing some sense and he’s managed to drop kick Adrian from Bryson!

Stone: Look at the blood on Bryson’s face as he slides himself away using the ropes. McCart has now put himself in a lot of trouble! Adrian is glaring at him! He’s shoved him into the corner and is striking away! Boice has come to try and pick a fight, but an elbow to the face has sent him packing! I think you’re right Morph, Adrian must be doped up to the eyeballs! He’s fucking unstoppable!

Morpheus: Adrian wants Drew now! He’s shoved Austin away into Slegna! It’s Drew’s turn now! Adrian is literally kicking him in the head whilst he’s down. He’s screaming for him to get on his feet!

Stone: Drew Michaels is struggling to stand. He’s taken some heavy damage already in this match!

Morpheus: Well, Adrian’s rampage continues but we have a new contender!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Croatian Rhapsody” hits the PA as a second Silver Pistol, Romeo Vizzini, comes rushing towards the ring much to the delight of McCart. A good reception comes to him as he begins to climb the cell.

Morpheus: Romeo Vizzini is here at number twenty two! Hostyle and Frost are still fighting it out in the cage as Vizzini climbs past them, trying to get to the top no doubt to assist McCart! Hostyle finally getting another wind with a spinning wheel kick, planting Frost against the steel cage wall! I bet Frost felt all of that 235lbs driving him against the steel!

Stone: Scorpio has Harlequin in a headlock as both fight dangerously close to the edge of the cell roof! Any mistakes could lead to their elimination! Oof! And Harley managed a fine counter with a backdrop! Scorpio is hanging off the edge again as a result! But Harlequin can’t capitalize! He’s too busy laughing in pain! And Scorpio is pulling himself up!

Morpheus: Its total chaos up above! It’s just guesswork on what Adrian will do next! Vizzini is up there now, but he’s not getting involved in Adrian’s ludicrous actions as Vizzini works on Chris Austin, landing a twisting neckbreaker!

Stone: Adrian is climbing the turnbuckle, his eyes still on Drew! But here’s Boice, he’s attacking Adrian, stopping him from climbing as he strikes at the back of his head! Whoa! Adrian just turned around and bit him in the face! He’s biting Boice and Boice is trying to pull away!

Morpheus: Adrian has finally kicked him off after leaving half of Boice’s face covered in blood, leaving Adrian’s own jaw coated in crimson with Jack’s blood! He’s now climbing that turnbuckle! But Drew Michaels is up! The bastard’s jumping up to the turnbuckle with him! Both men are striking each other! But how the hell is Drew managing to match Adrian punch for punch after all he’s been through?!

Stone: Have you not forgotten all the pain and suffering Adrian and his brother have inflicted upon Drew Michaels over the years of Full Metal Wrestling?! This is going beyond hate!

Morpheus: Drew is beginning to wear down Adrian! Both are 35 feet above the ground! And both are standing on a turnbuckle! This cannot end well! Anyone could shove them both off at any moment!

Stone: I don’t want to watch. But I can’t close my fucking eyes!

Morpheus: Whoa! Adrian with a solid strike out of nowhere! He’s setting up Drew Michaels for a suplex! He’s going to suplex him from the top of the structure!

Stone: No! Here comes Bryson! He’s striking at Adrian! Drew has been dropped down to the ring! Now Adrian and Bryson are battling it out! Adrian with a kick to Bryson’s stomach! Bryson is doubled over! Adrian is standing tall on that turnbuckle signalling for Down to Hell! Drew!! Here comes Drew! OH MY GOD!

Drew Michaels uses the doubled over Bryson as a stepping stone, jumping onto his back before leaping up and missile dropkicking Adrian in the chest. Every watching fan and even the commentators all stand from their seats as jaws drop at the sight before them. Adrian is sent flying from the top of the structure, falling down more than 35 feet given that he was on the turnbuckle. A massive wave of shock and horror washes over the crowd as Adrian slams down back first against the barrier separating the ash from the crowd. Adrian just seems to flop down from the barrier, convulsing as he falls into the ash. There’s silence only for a moment over the fallen wrestler before the “holy shit” chant begins and the crowd go wild over the display. Paramedics run with haste as they begin to tend to Adrian.

Stone: HOLY SHIT!

Morpheus: ADRIAN IS FUCKING DEAD! Did you see that?! I... I can’t believe what just happened!

Stone: Paramedics are franticly tending to Adrian, getting him on a stretcher! The wrestlers are still fighting as if nothing has happened! Adrian landed spine first on the barrier after a 35ft drop! This... this has to be the end of his career!

Morpheus: And there’s the first awesome moment of this match.

Stone: You cold bastard! What if Adrian dies?

Morpheus: Then he does so for the cause. Gladiators... I salute you.

Cherry: Adrian has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Hopefully we’ll have an update on Adrian as soon as possible, but no doubt he’ll be in hospital for a while, he’s got to be paralysed after that!

Morpheus: But he’s being carted off, so back to the match!

Stone: And a crazy match it is Morph, Harlequin and Scorpio battling on the first cage, both are so close to the edge that one wrong foot could spell the end of their Ultimatum dreams!

Morpheus: Ultimatum dreams? Have you seen Harlequin? I think he just wants to cause as much ruinous damage as he can, that torch is the LAST thing on his mind!

Stone: Inside the second cage just a few feet away from Harlequin and Eric Scorpio are Hostyle and the other member of HavOc, Hannibal Frost! Syanide has already been eliminated as well as Mercutio!

Morpheus: Hostyle trying to push Hannibal Frost out the door of that cage, trying to get him out onto the edge to make him more susceptible to being eliminated!

Stone: On top of the roof, the two members of SPARTA and Cactus Sam are in the ring, Drew Michaels looks like he’s regaining his breath as Bryson working over Cactus hard with some punches to his forehead.

Morpheus: I’ve got to say, I hate Drew’s guts, but he pretty much just MURDERED Adrian. If reading the Bible would let me get away with shit like that, I’d be a devout Christian by now! Slegna and Boice are now locked up and Slegna is pushing Boice hard against those ropes trying to get Boice over the top of them and out of this competition!

Stone: Boice still bleeding pretty badly from that earlier bite from Adrian.

Morpheus: Bleeding is the last of his worries, he could be eliminated right here!

Stone: BUT BOICE IS FIGHTING BACK! Right fist after right fist to Slegna! Could this be over for the Creative Control member!? On the other side of the ring, The Silver Pistols, Travis McCart and Romeo Vizzini both taking it in turns working over the cocky upstart Chris Austin. Both men slamming his head off of the turn buckle!

Morpheus: And yet another superstar about to enter!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Rufio’s “Like A Prayer” plays as Wraith runs down the ramp and automatically begins making his way up the side of the first cage.

Stone: IT’S WRAITH! Wraith climbing up the side of the ring! His first official match back! And look at Hostyle, he’s burning holes into Wraith with that stare! The very man who stole his C-4 championship earlier tonight!

Morpheus: And Wraith going straight into the second cage completely ignoring Frost! Hostyle going for a punch but Wraith ducks and he begins bashing Hostyle’s head off of the cage!

Stone: Wraith sending a message here to Hostyle as he grinds his face off of the cage!

Morpheus: And look on top of that Cage! Slegna is making a comeback against Jack Boice! He’s fighting him off, Jack Boice is getting pushed closer and closer to the ropes by Slegna!

Stone: And Travis McCart runs over looking to attack the prone Slegna! Slegna sees him, he’s laying into McCart and Romeo has absolutely no idea!

Morpheus: Haha! Taking bitches down since whenever that weirdo was born!

Stone: Way to show objectivity Morph! SLEGNA! Slegna throws McCart over the ropes!!! McCart hits the first cage and he looks for a grip but he falls! McCart is gone!!

Cherry: Travis McCart has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: HAH! Look at Romeo’s face! He can’t believe it! This is great!

Stone: And Romeo runs at Slegna and dropkicks him sending him right into the corner turnbuckle! Romeo now planting right and left fists into Slegna’s face, snap suplex from Romeo!

Morpheus: On top of the cage we have SPARTA working over Cactus, I bet he wishes Matt Dunn was here right now! Boice and Austin are going one on one and Romeo working over Slegna!

Stone: And inside the second cage Hostyle and Wraith have traded places with Hostyle now getting the better of Wraith! And there’s the countdown once more, here comes number twenty four!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Everybody Knows” by Leonard Cohen begins to play over the PA as the last of the Silver Pistols, Michael James, runs down the ramp and begins to climb up the cage. Romeo looks down and nods towards his fellow Silver Pistol.

Stone: It’s a shame Morph, if Revolver McCart could have held on a bit longer maybe the Silver Pistols could have dominated this match in a similar fashion to HavOc!

Morpheus: No good wishing Stone, Travis McCart is gone, Harlequin and Hannibal however are still here and my money’s on them to make more of an impact than Romeo and his lackey! My Havoc heroes are still in major contention, and no Silver Pistols are going to stop that!

Stone: I wouldn’t write off The Silver Pistols too much! Romeo has shown time and time again that he can come back on top after a harsh beat down!

Morpheus: True, because Saint Michael Dreamkiller gave him a real challenge at 7.1 didn’t he? Romeo Vizzini will always be about beating up defenceless people, Stone, admit it!

Stone: You’re so biased it’s not funny. Romeo has turned his attention back to Slegna now, he runs towards him and connects with a spear!

Morpheus: A hard spear! Slegna gets blown through the ropes, and BANG! This match is over for Slegna!!!

Cherry: Slegna has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Slegna falling through the ropes and off the cages, he’ll be heading back to the locker room empty handed!

Morpheus: Slegna just barely missed hitting Scorpio and Harlequin off the first cage! Both of them are still trying to hold on to the cage whilst trying to get the better of the other!

Stone: On top of the other cage Cactus is biting the forehead of Nick Bryson, elsewhere Drew Michaels, Boice and Austin have a three way fight going on but Romeo’s off the top turnbuckle and he takes out all three men!

Morpheus: What an idiotic move by Romeo there! One false move and he could’ve fallen off himself! Totally unnecessary, as Boice, Austin and Drew Michaels are all still in this match!

Stone: He’s doing the damage to wear them down, and we’re about to get a fresh man!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth begins to play signalling the arrival of TyranT. TyranT, wielding his trusty nightstick slowly climbs up the side of the cage, his age showing as he gets to the top.

Morpheus: TYRANT IS HERE! One of the favourites for this match is in at number twenty five!

Stone: TyranT looks like that climb to the top has worn him out already! But he ignores Harlequin and Scorpio and goes straight to climbing to the top of the second cage!

Morpheus: What can I say Stone? TyranT don’t mess around! TyranT has just heated up this match! Two of the people on top of that cage have already fallen to TyranT in his dominant reign as Abandoned Champion!

Stone: And he wastes no time getting to work! Drew Michaels attempting to take down TyranT but all he gets is a nightstick to the head! Michaels is busted open! Austin and Michael James now attempting to take down TyranT!

Morpheus: Can you blame them? Both are probably looking for some retribution after their loss at the Elimination Chamber! Austin on TyranT’s back while Michael James lays kicks into TyranT’s abdomen!

Stone: Will it be enough though? Chris Austin must be getting a bit tired out now from being in this match for as long as he has!

Morpheus: I guess we’ll find out now! TyranT falls back and crushes Austin between himself and the steel roof!

Stone: That’s a whole three hundred plus pounds onto Austin! Caught between a fat guy and a hard place!

Morpheus: Uncalled for! TyranT now with the nightstick to the head of Romeo Vizzini! DDT on James! TyranT has just dominated The Silver Pistols sending them both down to the mat in two fell swoops!

Stone: TyranT’s destruction continues as the countdown is back!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour plays as cYnical begins to make his way down to the structure, and the crowd pops loud for this unexpected entrant unsure as to why he’s here.

Stone: IT’S CYNICAL! We now have a g()d of wrestling entering this match!

Morpheus: And he wastes no time climbing the cage!

Stone: cYnical on top of the second cage now! And TyranT, cYn’s former bodyguard is staring directly at cYnical! This is a showdown we haven’t seen before!

Morpheus: Does TyranT still have loyalty to cYn?!

Stone: I guess not! cYnical tries to extend a hand of friendship and TyranT clubs him with the nightstick!

Morpheus: THE STUDENT BECOMES THE MASTER BITCH!

Stone: TyranT now laying boot after boot into the gut of the LPW World Heavyweight Champion!

Morpheus: Wrong show jackass!

Stone: On the other side of the ring we have The Silver Pistols going over Cactus! Double suplex from the Pistols onto Cactus Sam!

Morpheus: How long can a team like the Silver Pistols last in a match like this without turning on each other you have to ask yourself!

Stone: And in the other corner Boice with a swinging neckbreaker on Austin while SPARTA tries to regain their bearings!

Morpheus: cYnical is fighting back now! He’s slowly getting to his knees as he throws fists into the gut of TyranT!

Stone: Irish whip and TyranT’s over the ropes!

Morpheus: He doesn’t fall, he’s holding onto the cage!! Come on TyranT, pull yourself up!

Stone: cYnical trying to stamp on TyranT’s hand to send him off the side of the cage! Michael James breaks cYnical’s attempt to eliminate TyranT with a forearm to the back of the head!

Morpheus: Michael James fighting off cYnical! Why is he doing that? He nearly had TyranT eliminated!

Stone: And TyranT has rolled back into the ring! cYnical has seen it and he is furious! He had his former bodyguard ready for elimination and James came and broke off any chance of that happening!

Morpheus: James tries another forearm, but cYnical blocks it and sends James reeling with a right hand! cYnical is pissed!

Stone: cYnical has Michael James in his clutches! NEGATIVE OUTLOOK! James goes flying over the edge of the top rope after that and he hits the ash below! The game ends here for Michael James!

Cherry: Michael James has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: Romeo’s annoyed at that, and he’s off after cYnical already!

Stone: It’s the second time tonight that Romeo has been too late to save his Silver Pistol comrades!

Morpheus: Ever think he might not have saved them on purpose? Ever think that Romeo purposely didn’t help his stablemates as a way to eliminate competition!?

Stone: Don’t be so ridiculous! Look at how he’s fighting back against cYn!

Morpheus: All a little too convenient if you ask me!

Stone: Thirteen people been eliminated so far in this match, with the twenty sixth entrant being cYnical! Only four more people left and this is where the match is really starts to become serious business!

Morpheus: Damn straight! Here’s the countdown and we’re about to have our fourth last entrant!

"The Devil Made Me Do it (And I’ll Do It Again)” by Wednesday 13 begins to play as Ash Strife begins making his way up the cage. Strife eyes down Scorpio and heads straight for him as he reaches the first cage.

Stone: Ash wasting no time in going straight away for his brother Eric Scorpio!

Morpheus: Ash made it clear in that earlier interview he was turning over a new leaf today, however when the bell rings it’s all legal!

Stone: And Ash cramming Scorpio into that already packed first cage! Frost, Wraith, Hostyle, Scorpio and Ash Strife have got an all out brawl going on in that cage! Ash scraping the former FMW Champion’s head across that steel mesh whilst Hostyle with a roundhouse kick to the back of Wraith’s head! Up top there’s a few fights going on, Romeo and cYnical still duelling in the centre!

Morpheus: And while this is going on look at Harlequin, he’s lying on top of the first cage, his arm hanging over the side with that sick smile still stuck on his face!

Stone: Harlequin slowly getting up now, he’s looking up towards the top of the cage and maybe it’s time for him to head to the top level for the first time in this match!

Morpheus: Harlequin doesn’t bother to look back at the countdown, and we’ve only got three superstars left to enter, number twenty eight coming at ya!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Brain Damage” by Emerald Fusion begins to play, and a big chorus of boos comes from the crowd as the returning War Machine steps out onto the ramp. War Machine runs down and climbs up the first cage with surprising speed, pulling the climbing Harlequin back down to the first level.

Stone: And War Machine already pulling down Harlequin back onto the first cage! Harlequin leaning on that cage door now!

Morpheus: And Wraith’s face being scraped against that same door by Hostyle! War Machine lays a few fists into Harley’s forehead and Hostyle laying a combination of kicks and punches into Wraith on the opposite side of the door!

Stone: War Machine now climbing up to the second cage himself! In the centre of the cage, Strife is dominating, a double clothesline to Scorpio and Frost, and Romeo sees Wraith and Hostyle still standing, he’s charging! He’s going to crush them both against that cage door!

Morpheus: Romeo hits, THE CAGE DOOR COLLAPSES!!! ROMEO CHARGES THROUGH WRAITH, HOSTYLE AND HARLEQUIN ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE!!! A TRIPLE ELIMINATION AS ALL THREE MEN FALL TO THE ASHES BELOW!

Cherry: Wraith, Hostyle and Harlequin have all been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: As well as the fall’s impact, that cage door just landed on Harlequin! Harlequin has just been squashed between the floor a cage door and five hundred pounds of weight!

Morpheus: Hannibal and Scorpio have stopped brawling and look down at the carnage below. Romeo looks down too, he seems thrilled with the damage he’s caused!

Stone: Harlequin isn’t moving! The EMTs are running in to check on Harley now but he doesn’t look too bad, he’s still smiling, the weird bastard.

Morpheus: One member of HavOc left! And both Bryson and Sam are still in this match, in at number one and two! They’re both bleeding heavily but they’re still here, no matter how exhausted!

Stone: Down below, Hostyle’s head has been busted open from the fall and landing on the cage door! EMTs checking up on him as well as Wraith, but their tenure here is over!

Morpheus: Hannibal can’t believe it and he’s taking his frustration at being the last member of HavOc left in this match out on Scorpio as he rams his head off of the cage! Scorpio falls back into Hannibal’s arms and a dragon suplex onto the cage!

Stone: Strife now turns back to them and Frost tries to take him on, but Strife grabs him by the head, and lifts his former Dark Brotherhood partner Scorpio up as well! BANG! Meeting of the minds! Scorpio and Frost both collapsing onto that cage and Strife is only toying with them!

Morpheus: On top now SPARTA working Sam over, as usual an unfair two on one assault!

Stone: Earlier you were praising HavOc for having the numbers advantage.

Morpheus: That’s in the past, Stone! Get with it! This match is every man for himself!

Stone: Sigh. Romeo Vizzini going toe to toe with War Machine and Austin slowly getting worked over by TyranT, and we’re about to receive our twenty ninth entrant into the match!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

“Voodoo People” by Pendulum begins to play as Matt Dunn runs to the ring, very eager to enter.

Morpheus: THIS IS MORE LIKE IT! Matt Dunn is rocketing up that cage and he’s over the top rope like lightning, and assisting Sam!

Stone: Matt Dunn attacking Nick Bryson now and an enzuigiri sends Bryson down! Cactus Sam now fighting back against Drew, double arm DDT on Michaels!!

Morpheus: That’s the cancer fighting back against the chemo, baby! Sam’s backing up his recent words with Michaels here!

Stone: Only because he’s getting help from Dunn! Cactus and Matt turning their attention to Jack Boice now, Boice trying to hold his own against the tag champions but he’s getting fists to his face from all directions! Dunn goes for a running crossbody, Boice catches him but Sam hits him with a clothesline and Boice is crushed between Dunn and the cage!

Morpheus: Sam has Boice up again just as quickly though, eager to do more damage! Down below Frost is managing to hold his own against Scorpio and Strife, TyranT keeping Chris Austin busy with a powerslam against the turnbuckle and Vizzini has a diving leg drop on War Machine, almost buckling the cage! Vizzini is up and he wants to get War Machine out, but cYnical is there, and he smashes Romeo’s head into the turnbuckle!

Stone: SPARTA still laid out, and that leaves Dunn and Sam to toy with Boice as they please!

Morpheus: Cactus whipping Matt towards the ropes and Matt jumps to the rope, triangle springboard dropkick!!! BOICE FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HITS THE CELL BELOW!

Stone: AND HE BOUNCES OFF AGAIN! Boice hits the ash and he’s outta there!

Morpheus: The crowd are happy about that! Boice clearly not a fan favourite tonight, and the former TV Champion leaves with nothing!

Cherry: Jack Boice has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: The Tag Champions wasting no time in showing their dominance on this match!

Morpheus: And look in the cage below them! Eric Scorpio has finally gotten to his feet, and he’s going apeshit! Superkick to Frosty, wedging Hannibal’s head between Scorpio’s boot and the steel mesh! Frost is busted open and he collapses!

Stone: And Scorpio pointing to Strife now! Eric charging at his brother and he knocks him down with a hard clothesline!

Morpheus: Holy shit! Eric’s dragging Strife! He’s pulling a 425 pound man out the door in an attempt to throw him off the cage!

Stone: Scorpio must be running on pure adrenaline right now! Look at Ash trying to grip onto the mesh to stop himself being dragged any further!

Morpheus: Ash booting Eric in the face, trying to counter out of this, but Eric’s still holding on! And another boot to the face! Eric is losing his footing! Scorpio overbalances, he’s falling backwards!

Stone: NO! Scorpio balances forward again and he’s hugging that second cage as if he never wants to let go!

Morpheus: That was close to being another elimination for Ash Strife who has already eliminated three tonight INCLUDING our current C-4 Champion Hostyle! Back on the top of the second cage, Sam and Dunn are now taking on both Romeo and War Machine, enjoying every moment, especially as Dunn is the freshest man in the match!

Stone: Austin’s using his unique athleticism to fight off TyranT, ducking everything TyranT can throw at him and countering out of every move! He’s wearing TyranT down by forcing TyranT to attack! Austin finally goes for a move but he’s charged by cYnical with a Thesz press!

Morpheus: Interesting technique from Austin, but I still think the kid needs to sort out his attitude issues, the little punk.

Stone: You’re just jealous. Strife now climbing to the top of the of the second cage, but Scorpio’s at his heels!

Morpheus: Scorpio decides to follow him up! He’s climbing!

Stone: Ash is getting to the top, but hold on! Sam leaves Dunn to take on the weakened War Machine and he hits the ropes, coming back with a slingshot baseball slide to the face of Strife! STRIFE LOSES GRIP!

Morpheus: AND ASH FALLING OFF OF THE SECOND CAGE BARELY MISSING HIS BROTHER ERIC SCORPIO ON THE WAY DOWN! ASH HITS THE ASH!

Cherry: Ash Strife has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Cactus Sam has just eliminated Ash Strife and look at Eric Scorpio’s face! Scorpio has stopped mid-climb and he’s looking down at his fallen brother’s prone body, laughing! What a sick attitude here from Scorpio!

Morpheus: You’ve got to have that mentality though! Enjoy watching those around you fall, it’s all the better for you! That’s how I got by!

Stone: You’re an arrogant washed up bastard though, Morph.

Morpheus: I hate you.

Stone: Scorpio laughing, but Dunn has disposed of War Machine for now and Sam moves aside, Dunn grabs the ropes over Scorpio’s head and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP, SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT KNEE TO THE BACK OF SCORPIO! WHAT A MOVE!!

Morpheus: Matt holds onto the ropes, but no such luck for Scorpio and the cage, it seems he enjoyed the humiliation of Strife for a second too long! Damnit, why do all the people I like have to be so arrogant?

Stone: You sympathise, I presume. Scorpio has joined Ash Strife’s body below, and he’s gone from this one!

Cherry: Eric Scorpio has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: Another name there for the team of Sammortus to add to the already long list of defeated champions!

Morpheus: And look at Eric Scorpio’s head busted wide open after he hit his head on the first cage on his way down! That’s what’ll happen if you’re not careful!

Stone: Back on the top of the cell, Dunn’s back in the ring and he’s taking on a recovering Vizzini, Cactus Sam now trading shots with War Machine, bleeding all over the place. cYnical’s managed to catch a rest as well.

Morpheus: TyranT with a scoop slam on Drew Michaels, and even a move that simple is wearing the former Mount Vesuvius winner down! Nick Bryson contending with Chris Austin as well, and don’t forget about Hannibal Frost, who’s only just now managing to get out of the first cage and climb as quickly as he can – which isn’t too quick, unfortunately.

Stone: And there’s the countdown! Only one entrant left, and we all know who he is! The crowd are on their feet! Listen to that roar!!!

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!

“Break Free” by Decyfer Down powers over the sound system and the crowd EXPLODE as Skyler Striker sprints towards Mount Vesuvius, the third cage beginning to lower upon the 30th and final entrance.

Stone: SKYLER STRIKER IS HERE, AND HE’S ON FIRE!!! Striker absolutely BOLTS up the side of the first cell, and the crowd are pumped as the third cage lowers and completes Mount Vesuvius! Striker surely has a huge advantage here, he’s the last and therefore the freshest entrant!

Morpheus: I wouldn’t say that just yet! The third cage is lowered and look at Dunn racing up the side of the cage trying to reach the valve that will set the torch and the ring ropes alight!

Stone: Should that happen, both Striker and Frost on the opposite side of the cage would be stuck on the outside unless they want to risk being burnt!

Morpheus: Frost is looking up now! And he can see how close Matt is to that valve! FROST JUMPING IN AND JUST BEFORE THE FIRE IGNITES!

Stone: HANNIBAL FROST LITERALLY A HAIR AWAY FROM BEING BURNT! But the fire is now alight, and look at the heat emanating from the turnbuckles and the edge of the roof! Unfortunately for Skyler Striker though, he now has to risk being burnt, or he’ll have lost the match! A wall of fire surrounding the ring on top of the second cage and the superstars are feeling the heat now!

Morpheus: That means nothing now! Look at Matt! He’s staring at the torch! He’s already 45 foot off the ground, why not go the extra 10 and win the match?

Stone: Bryson has seen what he’s doing though, and with a second wind Bryson is chasing him up to the top! Matt scrambles upwards, trying to kick at the forehead of Nick Bryson but he still manages to dodge it! Nick’s got Matts leg and he pulls Matt down, Dunn almost burnt by that fire only mere inches away from his head! And now it’s Nick Bryson! He’s looking up at the torch, can Nick climb up to the top and grab that torch, can he finally climb out of his cousin’s shadow!?

Morpheus: I guess we’ll find out now, Drew Michaels is being worked over by Cactus Sam, Cactus pushing Drew towards the flames! He’s trying to burn off his face!

Stone: And this can only get worse as Matt is starting to get up now! Sam calls for help with Michaels and Dunn looks at Bryson above, and I think he’s planning to lure Bryson down! Dunn goes to town on Drew, and Bryson sees it, HE JUMPS!!! NICK BRYSON WITH A FLYING SPLASH ONTO DUNN, SAM AND DREW!! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN!!!

Morpheus: Did you just hear that collective scream, Stone? All of them got a taste of the fire then, recoiling as quickly as they can! SPARTA, Cactus Sam and Matt Dunn are all down! Is this the chance one of the other members still in this match need to get up the top?

Stone: It looks like Striker’s taking this opportunity! Striker grabs the rope and somersaults himself over the flaming cage edge! Striker uses some nice athleticism there to avoid injury!

Morpheus: What a wuss. I wanna see some BURNS!

Stone: Wuss? I’d like to see you catch on fire! And Skyler Striker wastes no time getting into the action, turning his attention to War Machine! Striker ducks a clothesline and nails a spinebuster on War Machine! Striker’s fresh, but so is War Machine who entered at spot twenty eight! Can War Machine overcome the freshest man?

Morpheus: We’ll find out now! War Machine charging at Skyler Striker, STRIKER DODGES! WAR MACHINE INTO THE FLAMING TURNBUCKLE FACE FIRST!!! Flashbacks to his Inferno match with Drew Michaels!

Stone: And it’s not over yet! Striker steps back and War Machine can’t see anything, SUPERKICK FROM STRIKER! WAR MACHINE TUMBLES OVER AND HE’S ON THE ASHES BELOW!

Cherry: War Machine has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: We’re down to just ten people left now, Stone! One of these people will be going to Ultimatum Two to fight the champion! Nine others will not!

Stone: Matt, Sam and SPARTA are all down at the moment! Hannibal Frost and Chris Austin are both trying to be the one who throws the other in the fire with cYnical, TyranT and Romeo duking it out in the corner!

Morpheus: TyranT downs both cYnical and Romeo with a double clothesline, and he turns around looking for a new target, but Striker is there! Look at the staredown!

Stone: This has been one of FMW’s hottest feuds as of late, and although they didn’t see much of each other at 7.1, for the past two cycles these two can’t seem to escape each other!

Morpheus: But both men are interrupted, cYnical throws a flying forearm at TyranT and Romeo sneaks up on Striker from behind, and they start brawling as well!

Stone: SPARTA and Sammortus are managing to recover in one corner, with Nick Bryson and Cactus Sam having entered at number one and two respectively! Frost and Austin are colliding in another corner, and Frost with a huge powerslam on the top of the cage there onto Austin!

Morpheus: Striker is fighting Romeo in another corner, both men launching fists, Striker the freshest man in this match and already on a hot streak after throwing out War Machine!

Stone: And finally we have TyranT and cYnical, former associates on Anxiety, both men now vehemently determined to win this match!

Morpheus: cYnical ducks a huge clothesline there from TyranT, and he’s throwing fists right back, but TyranT isn’t affected at all! He’s furious! Look at him bellow up there, and he pushes cYnical towards the turnbuckle!

Stone: He’s going to hit the flames!

Morpheus: THE WIZARD HITS THE FLAMES!!!! CYNICAL IS ON FIRE, QUITE LITERALLY!!!

Stone: Following in the steps of War Machine, cYnical’s arm has caught fire, and TyranT is laughing! cYnical trying to put it out, but he’s close to the ropes, TyranT with a running clothesline and HE NAILS IT!!! cYnical is FLYING over that top rope and down to the cage below, and off that roof as well, CYNICAL IS GONE!!!

Cherry: cYnical has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: He hits the sand hard and the wizard isn’t moving, although luckily the sand has managed to douse the fire, we don’t need a flaming magician down the bottom of the cage. Stare into the flame my ass. A taste of his own medicine and look back up at the top of the second cage, TyranT slams into Striker and Romeo backs away, taking a breather there.

Stone: Striker and TyranT, two of FMW’s biggest rivals going at it, Striker ducks a right from TyranT, dodges a left and there’s a spinning heel kick! TyranT staggers, Striker runs at him but TyranT catches Striker in midair and SLAMS him into the third cage corner, almost breaking his back there! That’s got to hurt!

Morpheus: Austin and Frost are still at it too, Austin is in control at the moment, and using his innovativeness to full effect! Frost is lifted into midair in some sort of weird spinning DDT there, I’m sure Austin has some funky name for it!

Stone: And look at our other conflict, Sam and Dunn are fighting Bryson and Michaels, Sam manages to knock Michaels back into the turnbuckle, Drew sitting against it there just under the fire, and Sam and Dunn are torturing Bryson! One punch from Sam, another from Dunn, punch from Sam, uppercut from Dunn...

Morpheus: Clearly Sam’s not into switching moves every time, he just wants to cause pain.

After a few more trading of shots between Sam and Dunn onto Bryson, Sam spins Bryson around to Dunn and Matt throws a high spinning kick, however Bryson suddenly ducks and Dunn almost kicks Sam’s head off, Sam collapsing onto the cage.

Stone: DUNN JUST TOOK OUT SAM! CACTUS SAM IN PAIN ON THE CAGE AND DUNN HAS DAMAGED HIS PARTNER!

Morpheus: Matt now with a scoop slam on Bryson, taking him out, but the action is everywhere! TyranT tries to climb the cage while Striker’s down but Romeo manages to grab him there and pull that attempt at grabbing the torch away from TyranT!

Stone: Frost has gained the upper hand over Austin, now laying the boots into Austin’s skull as Austin tries to defend himself.

Morpheus: And Dunn has finished doing the damage to Bryson, he comes off with a double knee to the sternum of Michaels in the corner, and he turns around, Cactus Sam is there smiling!

Stone: CACTUS SAM WITH A KNOCKOUT SHOT TO DUNN!!!

Morpheus: Sam knocks Matt back a few steps, towards the fire! Dunn looks back and barely avoids it, and now Sam and Dunn are brawling! The two partners finally go at it!

Stone: Sam with a short-arm clotheslines, Dunn ducks and goes for an implant DDT, Sam throws Matthew back!

Morpheus: Dunn hits the cage and Sam charges! No! Dunn dodges again and Sam hits the steel at full pace!

Stone: This is a dream fight, if only it was one on one!

Morpheus: It still can be, they can both survive until the end!

Stone: Well, aside from that fun brawl, there’s other fights going on, but it’s more fun to focus on this, as no-one’s eliminating anyone just yet!

Morpheus: Definitely the case, Dunn now in control of Sam, and as Sam turns around from a high elbow Matt low blows his own partner! Matt pushing Sam towards the fire! He’s going to light Cactus Sam on fire!

Stone: But this is Dunn we’re talking about, he’ll hold Sam there until he burns alive!

Morpheus: It’s BRILLIANT! Sam now just inches away!

Stone: Look! SPARTA have their eyes on Sam and Matt again! Bryson and Michaels charge!

Morpheus: SAM AND MATT DUCK! BRYSON AND MICHAELS FLY OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONLY JUST MANAGE TO CLING TO THE EDGE, BUT IT’S ON FIRE!

Stone: THEY DROP! BRYSON AND MICHAELS ARE CLINGING TO THE SECOND CAGE, JUST BELOW THE FIRE!

Morpheus: Sam and Dunn have SPARTA at their mercy! There’s no way Drew and Nick will be able to climb under the flaming ropes without Sam and Dunn getting at them!

Stone: Drew Michaels and Nick Bryson may be gone for good now! With everyone else occupied-

Morpheus: HOLY SHIT! LOOK OUT!

Stone: OH MY GOD! CACTUS SAM AND MATT DUNN ARE FLYING OVER THE CAGE, DROPPING PAST MICHAELS AND BRYSON AND HITTING THE ASH!

Cherry: Cactus Sam and Matt Dunn have been ELIMINATED!!!

The crowd are on their feet as they look to the top of the cage, seeing the two stars who eliminated the tag team champions – Hannibal Frost and Chris Austin have large grins on their faces as they see the bodies of Sam and Dunn lying still thirty feet below them.

Morpheus: Frost and Austin! They eliminated Cactus Sam and Matthew Dunn! Look at the impact they’ve had on this match with those two eliminations! Number two and number twenty nine are out of there!

Stone: Look at Austin and Frost smiling at each other, I don’t think they believe they’ve eliminated the tag team champions from Mount Vesuvius! This match now down to only seven superstars!

Morpheus: Chris Austin and Hannibal Frost, TyranT, Skyler Striker, Nick Bryson, Drew Michaels and Romeo Vizzini! One of them is going to main event Ultimatum against the FMW World Champion, which at this point is Christian G. Smitten!

Stone: Michaels and Bryson managing to pull themselves up and roll under the fire quickly, but with a quick glance they’re smashing Drew! Drew collapses and he falls! DREW FALLS!

Morpheus: He’s landed on the first cage, he’s still in it!

Stone: A long way from the top, but Michaels still has a chance to win!

Morpheus: And Austin and Frost now isolating Nick Bryson! Bryson’s exhausted, he’s wearing a crimson mask and he’s been here since the very beginning of this match!

Stone: Austin lifts him and Frost assists with a sitout facebuster to Bryson! Bryson’s face against that cage, and if that blood had dried before, it’s flowing again now!

Morpheus: I don’t think Jesus’s favourite hired gun even knows where he is!

Stone: Well, Frost and Austin are in complete control here, but on the other side of the ring TyranT is doing his best to get rid of Romeo Vizzini! Vizzini doesn’t want to go though, LOOK AT STRIKER! HE’S CLIMBING!

Striker has managed to grip the third cage and is climbing for all his worth, but TyranT sees him and pushes Vizzini away, running towards Striker to try and take him down. Striker, however, clings to the cage and swings his feet upwards, and TyranT hits the cage under Striker. Striker’s feet then come back and Striker dropkicks TyranT’s back, squeezing him between the cage and the force of his kick.

Morpheus: Quite the inventive combination there, Striker now has full shot at the torch above! There’s no-one to stop him!

Stone: VIZZINI WITH THE NIGHTSTICK TO STRIKER’S BACK!

Morpheus: Striker collapses off that cage onto the roof of the second! Nasty stuff!

Stone: Striker had the drop on TyranT and probably would have won this match if it hadn’t been for Vizzini picking up TyranT’s nightstick and using it on an unsuspecting Striker!

Morpheus: Frost and Austin still in control on the other side, Bryson is laid out and Austin and Frost have a leg each! What are they doing?

Stone: No way... they’d never...

Morpheus: What are they planning?

Stone: THAT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!

Morpheus: OH MY FUCKING GOD! AUSTIN AND FROST LEAN BACK AND CATAPULT NICK BRYSON OFF THE EDGE OF MOUNT VESUVIUS! HE FLIES PAST DREW AND HITS THE SAND! NICK BRYSON IS DEAD!!!!!!

Stone: HOLY SHIT!!!

Cherry: Nick Bryson has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: I’m not his biggest fan but get the effing med staff out here! SHIT!

Stone: Where the hell are they!? Bryson will have to endure that pain for now, although I doubt he’s conscious enough to do so! The refs are acknowledging that he’s still breathing, but DAMN!

Morpheus: That’s what Mount Vesuvius will do to you! It will break you in half and not shed a tear! God-boy’s own his own now!

Stone: And Nick Bryson, the number one entrant in this thing, now gone! Hannibal Frost, who entered at number twelve, is now the longest-participating entrant!

Morpheus: Well, back to the action, Frost and Austin are dominating this shit! TyranT on the receiving end of a Striker attack, and Romeo now looking towards Austin and Frost, who have him in their sights!

Stone: Don’t forget Drew Michaels is still here on the edge of the first cell, but he’s barely moving!

Vizzini manages to take down Frost, but Austin soon gets revenge for this by grabbing Vizzini from behind and German suplexing him onto the ring. Meanwhile, TyranT manages to shake off Striker and tries to climb the cage, but Striker is up before too long and he pulls TyranT back down to the cage, both men exhausted.

Morpheus: Frost and Austin on the offense... wait, who’s that on the ramp?

Stone: Is that... X?

Morpheus: Holy shit! What’s X doing out here? He was taken out of the match by RAMPAGE! at 7.1!

Stone: And we still haven't received explanation as to why RAMPAGE! removed X in the first place.

Morpheus: Well, looks like the big fella wasn't about to take that order lying down.

Stone: He’s climbing the cage! X IS CLIMBING THE CAGE! WHAT’S GOING ON?

Morpheus: I have no idea! What does X have to do with anyone in this match? I don’t see the affiliation anywhere! Maybe Romeo, but isn’t he over that?

Stone: I don’t know but I expect we’ll find out! Frost and Austin have no idea what’s going on, and X is just metres below them! He STEPS on Drew Michaels and climbs that second cage, and rolls under the fire!

Morpheus: Look at him there! He grabs Austin and he’s got a hold of him! X LEVELS AUSTIN WITH THAT RIGHT HAND!

Stone: What the hell is happening here?

Morpheus: Frost is completely oblivious as X grabs Austin to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders! X HAS AUSTIN ON HIS SHOULDERS, AUSTIN’S TRYING TO FIGHT IT AND HE’S SCREAMING OUT TO FROST!

Stone: Frost turns around and he sees X there, but it’s taking him a second to register what’s going on! Why’s he hesitating, Austin’s in serious danger!

In the heat of the moment, atop X’s shoulders, Austin looks at Frost and sees a malicious grin on his face. Frost watches on as X moves closer to the ropes, holding Austin still with a bearhug while still holding him high over his head.

Morpheus: He’s getting close to that fire, but I don’t think he cares! Austin’s lost control and Frost has decided it’s in his best interest to avoid X! Austin’s alone now!

Stone: Whoa, X, don’t get too close to the edge... NO!

Morpheus: SHIT! NO WAY! HE’S DOING IT! YES! X POWERBOMBS CHRIS AUSTIN OFF THE SECOND LEVEL! AUSTIN’S BACK CRUNCHES THE EDGE OF THE FIRST CELL ON THE WAY DOWN AND AUSTIN HITS THE ASH BELOW! HE MIGHT BE FUCKING PARALYZED!

Stone: X JUST POWERBOMBED CHRIS AUSTIN THIRTY FIVE FEET! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

Morpheus: CHRIS AUSTIN’S BODY IS COMPLETELY MOTIONLESS EXCEPT FOR FAINT SIGNS OF BREATHING! X HAS DESTROYED THE RADICAL ONE HERE ON TOP OF MOUNT VESUVIUS, BUT WHY?

Stone: AUSTIN MIGHT BE BROKEN IN FUCKING HALF!!!! SOMEONE HELP HIM!

Cherry: Chris Austin has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: The med staff are here! Here they come, it’s unavoidable now! They’re dragging Dunn and Sam away, as well as cYnical, and Austin and Bryson as well! All of them are being moved to the entrance barriers and are propped up against them! None of them are even conscious! This is Mount Motherfucking Vesuvius!

Stone: Why didn’t Frost help his new partner? He could have easily prevented that!

Morpheus: It’s every man for himself, Stone, don’t forget that! Frost saw Austin’s elimination coming and he let it happen as he should!

Stone: Unfortunately, because there are no disqualifications, X is legally allowed to be on the structure, even if he can’t win the match! So all of that, including Austin’s elimination, is legal!

Morpheus: And that’s the beauty of the match, you’ve got to be prepared for anything, even a colossus showing up behind you out of nowhere!

Stone: Well, with Austin gone, X is still standing on top of that cage, unopposed! Frost now staring down the monster, and he’s backing up, but Romeo’s right behind him! Romeo Vizzini levels Hannibal Frost with a Polish hammer to the side of the head!

Morpheus: Michaels barely coming to on the level below, he’s seen Cactus Sam, Dunn, Nick Bryson and Chris Austin all fly over his head at some point here!

Stone: Striker and TyranT are still duelling over there, both men are exhausted! Even though they’re fresh, TyranT has busted Striker open, Striker’s back is running little red streams everywhere!

Morpheus: But they’re both down for now, taking a quick breather, Striker laid out on the cage roof and TyranT sitting against the third cage!

TyranT’s less developed and older physique has him resting against the third cage, breathing heavily, and Striker is face down on the cage not a few steps from TyranT. Drew Michaels is finally beginning to get to his knees on the first level, although he is not aware of X’s presence.

Stone: We’re left with Romeo, Michaels, Striker, TyranT and Frost! Five men!

Morpheus: And right now it’s Romeo and X! X is not a legal participant!

Stone: But Romeo is, he’s going to jeopardize his chances if he fights X! X is just standing there, almost daring Romeo to attack!

Morpheus: Romeo’s surely thinking of vengeance on X as well for his part at 6.3!!! He is! Romeo backs up and hits the ropes on fire very quickly, he’s running straight for X and X didn’t expect that!

Stone: Romeo charges X! NO! ROMEO WITH A FLYING BODY PRESS ON X THAT TAKES X OFF THE EDGE! BUT X HAS GRABBED A HOLD OF ROMEO'S TRUNKS AND IS DRAGGING HIM DOWN WITH HIM! ROMEO TRIES TO RESIST, BUT GRAVITY IS TAKING OVER! ROMEO AND X CRASH DOWN THE SIDE OF MOUNT VESUVIUS AND TO THE ASHES BELOW!

Morpheus: ROMEO ACCIDENTALLY ELIMINATED HIMSELF TO TAKE OUT X! HE WANTED VENGEANCE AND HE GOT IT, BUT NOW HE’S OUT BECAUSE OF IT! MOUNT VESUVIUS IS DOWN TO FOUR MEN!

Cherry: Romeo Vizzini has been ELIMINATED!

Stone: I don’t think that was intentional!

Morpheus: No shit! Romeo didn’t want to eliminate himself but I think he expected X to be a stronger obstacle to overcome than that! X didn’t see it coming, overbalanced, and now they’re both bodies at the bottom of Mount Vesuvius!

Stone: Hannibal Frost! Drew Michaels! TyranT! Skyler Striker! One of these four men will win Mount Vesuvius and go to Ultimatum to face the FMW World Champion!

Morpheus: The corpses of Bryson, Sam, Austin, X, Romeo, Dunn and cYnical all littering the entrance ramp! None of them are conscious!

Back on the second cage, Hannibal Frost has recovered, and sees Drew Michaels climbing the cell only a few feet below. Ready to stomp Michaels off, Frost stands guard.

Stone: Hannibal Frost ready to eliminate Drew Michaels! This could go down to three men within a few seconds, folks, I don’t think Drew sees Frost up there!

Morpheus: Wait, Frost gets a tap on the shoulder and turns around!

Stone: Striker! Striker is there! Frost hesitates for only a second but that’s enough for Striker!

Morpheus: SKYLER STRIKER WITH A SUPERKICK TO HANNIBAL FROST! FROST GOES OVER THE TOP AND CRASHES TO THE ASH! HE’S GONE!

Cherry: Hannibal Frost has been ELIMINATED!!!

Stone: His body joins the others with the med staff and we’re down to three! Three men! And it looks like most of the superstars eliminated recently are regaining consciousness save Romeo and Bryson! Adrian’s already been stretchered off, as was Halycon earlier, and Bryson is being taken off as we speak!

Morpheus: None of them are even doing anything but stare up at the roof! Three men!

Stone: This is entering the final stages now! Every single superstar in FMW that’s currently conscious will be watching this!

Morpheus: Look! Look at that! While Striker’s been busy, TyranT has been climbing the third cage! TyranT’s almost at the top, he could grab that Mount Vesuvius Torch within seconds!

Stone: Striker turns around and sees it, but he’s tripped from behind!

Morpheus: Drew Michaels has finally made it back! Last year’s Mount Vesuvius winner is here and ready to claim that prize! He rockets up that third cage and leaves Striker in the dust!

Stone: He makes it to the top at the same time as TyranT and it’s a showdown between TyranT and Drew Michaels! Two of the three men left in Mount Vesuvius, and they’re only a few feet away from that torch, but none of them are running directly for it!

Morpheus: That could prove to be a mistake!

Stone: Striker now climbing up the cage, but he won’t get there in time!

Morpheus: TyranT and Michaels launch themselves at each other! They’re off like nobody’s business!

Stone: This is incredible! 45 feet off the ground and both men are doing anything they can to get rid of each other!

Morpheus: Michaels with a right hand! TyranT with a right! They’re equally matched! It’s the new breed versus the old breed! Last year’s come-from-nowhere superstar Drew Michaels ended up the FMW World Champion because of this match!

Stone: And on the opposite hand you have TyranT, who JUST FUCKING ELIMINATED DREW MICHAELS! TYRANT ELIMINATES DREW MICHAELS! TYRANT ELIMINATES DREW MICHAELS!!!!!!!!!

Morpheus: A FORTY-FIVE FOOT FALL! DREW MICHAELS IS NOTHING MORE THAN A BREATHING CORPSE ON THE ASHES BELOW! HE CAN JOIN BRYSON THERE!!!

Stone: THAT CAME FROM NOWHERE! TYRANT JUST DODGED A FIST AND GRABBED DREW BY THE THROAT AND THREW HIM OFF! DREW FELL ALL FORTY-FIVE FEET!!!!

Cherry: Drew Michaels has been ELIMINATED!!!

Morpheus: LAST YEAR’S MOUNT VESUVIUS WINNER IS OUT! WE’RE DOWN TO TWO MEN, AND WHAT TWO MEN THEY ARE!

Stone: DAMN RIGHT!!!

TyranT looks at Michaels’s unconscious form forty-five feet below him, but when he turns around he is met face to face with Skyler Striker, who has an exhausted, bloodied grin painted across his face.

Morpheus: Skyler Striker and TyranT! Two of FMW’s fastest rising stars! The only two FMW Abandoned Champions, past and present! The two men who fought tooth and nail back in NEW a whole three cycles ago for the title of the King of NEW!

Stone: The two men who fought on opposite sides of the Full Metal War, but both fought for their daughters! This couldn’t be any bigger, and either Skyler Striker or TyranT is going to go to Ultimatum and face the FMW World Champion on Full Metal Wrestling’s biggest stage!

Morpheus: And look at them up there, staring each other down, both only inches from the torch that will take them to that prize!

Stone: I think they just smiled at each other! Both men exhausted, beaten, bruised, but these are surely two of FMW’s biggest names right now, and they’re both going down in history, although only once can win!

Morpheus: Last year John Derrick placed second, and this year his protégé may well do the same!

Stone: AND THEY’RE OFF! STRIKER AND TYRANT FIGHTING FOR THE PRIZE THAT WILL TAKE THEM INTO THE HISTORY BOOKS!

Morpheus: Striker with a right hand, TyranT with a right hand! Striker, TyranT! Striker, TyranT! Striker, TyranT, TyranT blocks Striker! TyranT headbutts Striker and Striker staggers back, TyranT charges him but Striker with an elbow to the stomach!

Stone: TyranT’s twice Striker’s size but Striker is throwing everything he can at the veteran almost twice his age! It’s been almost one year since these two entered FMW’s halls!

Morpheus: And here they are, fighting each other for glory, for fame, for the opportunity of a lifetime!

Stone: For love?

Morpheus: Shut up and focus on the match! Striker pushing TyranT closer towards the edge, but tyrant counters an elbow and knees Striker in the gut once, twice, and he grabs him by the throat!

Stone: TyranT has Striker close to the edge of that cage! He’ll win it now if he can get Striker down a level! TYRANT PUSHES STRIKER OVER THE EDGE!

Morpheus: STRIKER KICKS TYRANT’S KNEE OUT FROM UNDER HIM!

Stone: HOLY SHIT! BOTH MEN GO FLYING TO THE ROOF OF THE SECOND CAGE! A TEN FOOT DROP HAS BOTH MEN CLOSE TO THE FLAMES!

Morpheus: Neither of them are eliminated but they’re almost on fire! Vizzini, Dunn, Cactus Sam, cYnical, Frost, Austin, all of them are watching this! None of them even want to move as they see TyranT and Striker struggling to get that torch!

Stone: Just for your information, I am getting word that Adrian and Nick Bryson are on their way to the local hospital, no word on their conditions just yet.

Morpheus: Well it’s still fairly even, Skyler Striker is pulling himself to his feet, and TyranT is on his knees a few feet away! Striker gets a quick glance at TyranT and he practically jumps onto that cage!

Stone: Striker is off and climbing, but TyranT is on his feet and he’s got Striker by the leg, and he smashes Striker back down to the cage!

Morpheus: TyranT’s actually managed to dent the second cage’s roof there!

Stone: Skyler Striker crawling, trying to get up, and TyranT, although in a better position, is much older and less fit than Striker, but he’s climbing on nonetheless!

Morpheus: These two will do anything for that shot!

Stone: Who wouldn’t?

Morpheus: True! Striker on his knees but TyranT is halfway up the third cage by now! The crowd are divided!

Chants of ‘Striker! Striker! Striker!’ trade off with chants of ‘TyranT! TyranT! TyranT!’. The crowd are on their feet, roaring as Striker and TyranT make their respective climbs. Striker pulls himself to both feet and immediately climbs the cage with renewed vigour, catching up to TyranT on top of the third cage. Striker launches himself at TyranT and lands a knee to the head, but collapses immediately after, too exhausted to continue the assault. Both men lie still, breathing, only two feet between them, and a few feet between them and the torch.

Stone: Both men lying on the roof of the third cage, forty-five feet above the ground, too exhausted to continue!

Morpheus: One of them has to! There has to be a winner!

Stone: Only one man will go to Ultimatum! STRIKER! STRIKER WITH A DASH BUT TYRANT HAS HIM BY THE LEG! Striker turns!

Morpheus: A right hand from TyranT to Striker, and TyranT goes for the torch while there’s a gap, but SPEAR! STRIKER SPEARS TYRANT AGAINST THE PILLAR! BOTH MEN ARE OUT AGAIN ON THE ROOF OF THE THIRD CAGE!!!

Stone: Unbelievable! Striker’s back is coloured crimson from various wounds he’s received, and TyranT’s busted open on top of his forehead!

Morpheus: Crimson stains the three cages but they continue fighting!

Stone: Striker on his knees, delivers a delayed right hand to the side of TyranT’s head and he’s so close to that torch he can smell it! He’s got a handhold on the pillar, but TyranT drags him back and clubs him in the back with that huge forearm!

Morpheus: Striker staggers forward and TyranT rushes him, a high knee to the back! STRIKER GOES OVER THE EDGE!

Stone: NO! STRIKER CLINGS ONTO THE EDGE OF THAT THIRD CAGE!

Morpheus: TyranT hasn’t noticed, he thinks Striker’s long gone! No movement from TyranT as he takes a quick breather! There’s nothing between him and the torch but Striker knows it and he’s hoisting himself back up!

Stone: TyranT getting to one knee slowly, but Striker is standing behind him! Out of breath, but damnit he’s still standing!

Morpheus: Look at the astonishment from the superstars and ring crew below! Anyone who can crane their neck that far is taking in every second of this incredible duel!

Stone: STRIKER USES TYRANT AS A STEPPING STONE! HE’S ONLY INCHES AWAY FROM THE TORCH!

Morpheus: STRIKER WILL BE GOING TO ULTIMATUM! HE’S THERE! HE’S THERE!

Stone: HOLY FUCK, NO! TYRANT IS RIGHT THERE AND HE’S GOT STRIKER , AND HE HITS A ONE ARMED SLAM ON STRIKER ONTO THE ROOF OF THAT THIRD CAGE!

Morpheus: TYRANT NOW JUST A FEW SECONDS AWAY FROM WINNING MOUNT VESUVIUS II!

Stone: HE’S FIGHTING TO MOVE EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY, BUT HE’S ALMOST THERE, HIS HAND IS BRUSHING THE EDGES! TYRANT IS GOING TO ULTIMATUM!

Morpheus: STRIKER! STRIKER WITH A MULE KICK TO THE BACK OF TYRANT’S KNEE!!!! TYRANT GOES DOWN A PEG BUT HE’S STILL CLIMBING THE PILLAR! STRIKER CLAMBERS TO THE OTHER SIDE, HE’S GOT HIS HANDS ON THE TORCH! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

Stone: TYRANT SWINGS AROUND THE PILLAR AND UNDER STRIKER! HE HAS STRIKER IN HIS CONTROL!!!

Morpheus: HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD! STRIKER HAD HIS HANDS ON THE TORCH BUT THEY WERE RIPPED AWAY BY TYRANT, AND TYRANT SENDS SKYLER STRIKER INTO THE AIR WITH A LAST RIDE POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!!

Stone: SKYLER STRIKER FALLS FIFTY FIVE FEET TO THE ASH BELOW! HE’S GOT TO BE KILLED! GET THE MED STAFF OUT HERE! SKYLER STRIKER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM MOUNT VESUVIUS!

Morpheus: TYRANT HAS WON IT!!!!!!

Stone: He’s not grabbing the torch! What’s going on?

Morpheus: TyranT looks around at the fans, and they’re cheering him! The fans are actually behind TyranT! And so they should be! Take the torch, you deserve it!

Stone: And TyranT steps up to the pillar! HE GRABS THE TORCH!!!

Morpheus: TYRANT, TYRANT, TYRANT! TYRANT HAS WON MOUNT VESUVIUS TWO!!!!!!!

Stone: IT TOOK A FIFTY FIVE FOOT FALL FROM SKYLER STRIKER, BUT THIS BATTLE WAS WON BY TYRANT!!!! TYRANT WILL BE GOING TO ULTIMATUM!!!!

Cherry: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! SKYLER STRIKER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THEREFORE, BY WAY OF HOLDING THE MOUNT VESUVIUS TORCH, I PRESENT TO YOU THE WINNER OF MOUNT VESUVIUS TWO, TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT!!!!!!!!!!!

TyranT (8.88 aps + 1.6 avs = 10.48 total)
Skyler Striker (8.7 aps + 1.5 avs = 10.2 total)
Drew Michaels (8.78 aps + 1.3 avs = 10.08 total)
Hannibal Frost (8.65 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.75 total)
Nick Bryson (8.33 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.73 total)
Romeo Vizzini (8.46 aps – 0.1 penalty + 1.1 avs = 9.46 total)
Chris Austin (8.33 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.43 total)
Cactus Sam (8.4 aps + 0.9 avs = 9.3 total)
Harlequin (8.35 aps + 0.8 avs = 9.15 total)
Hostyle (8.33 aps + 0.8 avs = 9.13 total)
Mortus (7.9 aps + 1.0 avs = 8.9 total)
Eric Scorpio (8.0 aps + 0.7 avs = 8.7 total)
Jack Boice (8.1 avs + 0.6 avs = 8.7 total)
Slegnadamus (8.18 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.68 total)
Wraith (7.93 aps + 0.7 avs = 8.63 total)
The Celt (8.18 aps – 0.1 penalty + 0.5 avs = 8.58 total)
Mercutio (7.88 aps + 0.6 avs = 8.48 total)
cYnical (7.53 aps + 0.9 avs = 8.43 total)
Chase (8.18 aps – 0.2 penalty + 0.4 avs = 8.38 total)
Leon Caprice (7.95 aps + 0.3 avs = 8.25 total)
Ash Strife (7.85 aps + 0.2 avs = 8.05 total)
Trey Spruance (8.03 aps + 0.0 avs = 8.03 total)
Michael James (7.75 aps + 0.1 avs = 7.85 total)
War Machine (7.6 aps + 0.2 avs = 7.8 total)
Revolver McCart (7.7 aps – 0.2 penalty + 0.2 avs = 7.7 total)
Janus Flare (7.9 aps – 0.2 penalty + 0.0 avs = 7.7 total)
Steve-E Taylor (7.6 aps – 0.2 penalty + 0.3 avs = 7.7 total)
Syanide (5.35 aps – 0.1 penalty + 0.0 avs = 5.25 total)
Adrian O’Rion (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
Kieran Halycon (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

The crowd are on their feet as TyranT falls back to the top of the third cage, holding the Mount Vesuvius torch in his hand. Suited medical staff rush up the structure to assist the bleeding TyranT, and fifty-five feet below Skyler Striker is carried off immediately by stretcher. Austin, Frost and Romeo all clap Striker past, but the crowd’s attention goes to TyranT, barley conscious at the top of Mount Vesuvius.

Stone: Mount Vesuvius Two! An incredible match! Yet another amazing showdown between TyranT and Skyler Striker, but TyranT has won this night, and he’ll be going to Ultimatum II in the main event for the Full Metal Championship!!!

Morpheus: Look at the applause these fans and superstars are giving TyranT! He deserves it, no-one can deny him that!

Stone: I’ve just got word from the med staff that Striker is being sent to hospital as well, his status isn’t good, but they should be able to pull him through!

Morpheus: All well and good, and I’m sure we’ll hear from the runner up before too long, but don’t forget what this night’s about! Christian G. Smitten, the new FMW World Champion! TyranT, heading to Ultimatum to face whoever holds the belt at the time!

Stone: Too right! TyranT deserves every decibel of the cheers the audience are giving him right now, as he sits on top of the mountain that he conquered!

Morpheus: And with that, FMW Circus Maximus is over, thankyou for joining us! I’m Morpheus!

Stone: And I’m Stone! We’ll see you at 7.3!

The scene shows one final shot before fading to black and the logo – TyranT, held up by two crew members, but standing triumphant on top of Mount Vesuvius.