FMW presents Supremacy 2007 PPV - RESULTS

The camera spins around to show a sold out arena before settling on Morpheus and Stone sitting in the announce booth.

Stone: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to FMW Supremacy! This is Stone and my current broadcast partner is the one and only Boss Foxx!

Foxx: Yay.

Stone: Such enthusiasm. We are going to start tonight off with a bang because we have a C-4 titl-

Stone is interrupted by the blaring introduction of “Master of Puppets” by Metallica which summons the cohesive unit of Original Sin to the ring led by the always evil Jaro.

Stone: Oh no…

Foxx: Looks like the whole team is here tonight too; we have Jaro, Ethan Black, Eric Scorpio, Crazy Ash Killa, Adrian, Hostyle, C.G. Smitten, St. Michael Dreamkiller, X, TyranT, Cactus Sam, and Mortus all out here. Quite a unit.

Stone: Indeed, these are some of the best of the best in Full Metal Wrestling; too bad they are just so vile.

Jaro: Lethal Injection. The time is nearing for the death of all you people love and cherish, the death of Full Metal Wrestling. I created this company and thanks to all of you motherfuckers, I shall kill it just liked I will kill Nick Bryson tonight. Just like all of these men will kill the fools they battle tonight. However, we are not here to talk about tonight. No, we are here to discuss the last breaths of Full Metal Wrestling. Hostyle, do you remember when this company formed?

Hostyle: Of course.

Jaro: How about you Ethan?

Black: One can never forget the beginning of personal domination.

Jaro: The rest of you obviously remember either the formation of this company or the beginning of your time here whether it be as a curtain jerker against Travis James before you were rightfully recognized as the true talent you are or whether you debuted in a fluke tag team with some Lion. All of us have spent significant time working to build this company from the ground up to make it the best in the world, a league of its own. If we worked so hard, why would we want to kill it?

Black: It’s because of all of you. Each and every one of you have caused this company death sentence to be placed. The fans have cheered the fools who oppose us, the commentators have given them the benefit of the doubt no matter what, the referees have cheated us in matches we obviously deserved to win. You cannot all see we have consistently done what is best for this company and all you do is jeer us! We are the stars of this landscape, the shining beacons of excellence!

Scorpio: We were willing to simply cleanse this evil company but you all will not allow it. No, you want us to be the enemy so we will do just that. At Lethal Injection, we will strike down the ten “best” this company can offer so that we may destroy this company piece by piece starting with them. Twelve men stand before you; ten will work to destroy you.

Black: Of course the rightful Television champion St. Michael Dreamkiller will sit out in order to allow his pet to compete but I too must resist the urge to compete as my arm is not yet completely healed and I will not risk my team’s ability to destroy for my own pride, though I know in my black heart I am better at even 70% then any of others at 110%.

Jaro: The question is not who will stand with us, we can throw any combination of us into that match and they will easily be dominant. No, the question is who has the testicular fortitude to actually stand up to us and be stricken down.

Mortus: Drew Michaels is obviously foolish enough…

Black: And thus Nick Bryson will follow blindly.

Hostyle: Alex O’Rion would like to show up but I doubt he will have a job at that point.

Smitten: And, well, Skyler Striker maybe?

Jaro: Who?

Dreamkiller: Exactly.

Jaro: We’ve destroyed The Sublime. We’ve destroyed Chris Black, Tempest, Vengeance, Dante Jones, Nick Rikjaard. None will dare stand with Drew Michaels and his merry band of fools and thus I think if they cannot form a team of ten they will just have to forfeit the match. Such a shame really.

Suddenly, “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash hits on the PA system as Drew Michaels strolls out all alone as he stares down the Original Sin all standing within the ring.

Michaels: Wow, it’s like the Legion of Doom is meeting in the ring. Did Solomon Grundy pass on your invite Jaro?

Jaro: Such a cocky asshole for someone standing all alone. Even Nick doesn’t seem to be at your side tonight.

Michaels: Actually, he’s a little busy getting this together.

Drew motions to the curtain as nearly the entire FMW roster spews out from the back led by Nick Bryson and Alex O’Rion, both smiling.

Stone: And the gang’s all here! SPARTA, Alex O’Rion, Skyler Striker, Peter Saint, The Silver Pistols, The Celt, Chain Reaction, Styxx, Dalby Sound, Buck Shelby, and even Slegnadamus have all found their way out here! And more are coming!

Michaels: I think quite a Resistance has formed here Mr. Roy.

Jaro: Impressive, you got all the sheep to follow a blind shepherd. Cute.

Bryson: We are sick of your bullshit Jaro and the bullshit your entire group is feeding us. All these men and women want to see you all defeated and will do anything to make sure it happens. However, since you only seem to have enough to bring ten people to the game we’ll just have to pick and choose.

Michaels: I’m in.

Bryson: I’m in.

O’Rion: I’m in.

Boice: I’m in.

Saint: I’m in.

Striker: I’m in.

Vizzini: I’m in.

McCart: I’m in.

Frost: I’m in.

Michaels: Drew Michaels, Nick Bryson, Alex O’Rion, Jack Boice, Peter Saint, Skyler Striker, Romeo Vizzini, Revolver McCart, and Hannibal Frost. Nine of the ten men you will face at Lethal Injection.

Hostyle: Eight of the ten, the only place Alex O’Rion will be is in the unemployment line after tonight.

O’Rion: Oh don’t worry Jose; I murder all three members of HavOc tonight if I have to, members who I notice are not out here, just to be in that match so I can kill you and your little organization. Now, Drew, who gets to play number ten in this game?

Michaels: We have so many worthy options. Who wants to step up?

James: I’d love to do it, these men took one of my best friends in Calvin Xavier away from me.

Celt: FMW means everything to me; I’d give it all to defend it.

Threepwood: They tried to end my career; I’d love to end theirs.

Guiomar: Agreed, these devils must pay.

Michaels: Men are lining up to battle you Jason; it makes it hard to pick just one. However, I guess we will chose…

Derrick: Shut your holier than thou mouth.

John Derrick makes his way to the ring from the crowd, a smirk on his face as he slides into the ring and stares off with the Original Sin, particularly FMW World Champion Eric Scorpio and Doc’s opponent tonight.

Derrick: I have not been one for Resistance since the beginning of all of this, I told those fools I would not join them because it’s a worthless fight to be involved in. However, it seems Original Sin wants to go from personal vendettas to targeting the company that put food on the table and money in my pocket. That was a mistake. It was also a mistake to try to make my life a living Hell ever since I told you all where to stick it when you were no longer useful to me. So I ask you now Andrew, do you think you might need some help with this?

Michaels: Well if you would be so kind as to lower yourself to us common minded folk John I would love to have you.

Derrick: Fair enough.

Jaro is obviously pissed off at this point, he is fuming and pacing back and forth as Drew smirks at the end of the ramp.

Jaro: You know what? Fine, you can all line up against us. Bring all your friends too, tell them to sit right there in the front row and watch us kill every one of you fucking fools as you dare challenge us.

Michaels: You know what Jaro, you seem confident in your abilities. How about you put your money where your mouth is?

Jaro: Explain. Do it fast.

Michaels: If you think you guys can win, why not put the control of the company on the line. If we win, you disband Original Sin and give up your position as the CEO of this company and all members of the group give up any positions of power they may hold.

Jaro: Why the fuck would I EVER do that? I call the shots around here in case you have forgotten, not you Christ fucker.

Michaels: We’ll quit.

Jaro: What?

Michaels: If you agree to this and win, Nick and I will quit. We will leave Full Metal Wrestling forever, no questions asked. We will either walk out or leave in a body bag, doesn’t matter which. We lead this Resistance and we are willing to put it on all the line for success. Right cousin?

Bryson: That’s right; this is all or nothing for us Jaro. Do you have the balls to play our game or are you scared?

Jaro calls Ethan, Eric, and Dreamkiller over; discussing the matter with the two of them. Finally, he turns back to Drew with a grin on his face.

Jaro: If the cousins Bryson want to join Alex O’Rion in the unemployment line then so be it; I’ll be glad to do it.

Michaels: Then we have a fucking deal Jaro. Let’s shake on it.

Drew smirks and walks down to the ring to the confusion of both the Original Sin as well as the rest of the FMW roster. He slides in the ring and walks straight up to Jaro and forces his right hand into the right hand of Jaro. The two shake hands, never breaking eye contact the entire time.

Jaro: Be ready Resistance because lives WILL end at Lethal Injection…or maybe not. Who knows, we might just get the urge to end a couple of them tonight simply because we fucking can. Let’s go guys, we have domination to plan.

Jaro leads the Original Sin down the ramp as the FMW roster spreads to both sides of the ramp and stares them down as if daring them to try to do their worst.

Stone: This is a slightly tense situation…

Foxx: Very. Amazing way to open this supershow with the fact that SPARTA may very well be participating in their last FMW match ever at Lethal Injection as they lead the Resistance against Original Sin.

Drew Michaels and John Derrick remain in the ring after Original Sin has left. Drew looks at his sometimes foe and the two simply nod in silent agreement as the show cuts out to the back…

The scene cuts backstage to a view of Harlequin dragging his hands down the side of his face, stretching his skin with his hands.

Harlequin: Dear God, it’s like having your teeth and nails pulled at the same time. That was torture, like waterboarding, or a Republican-Democratic debate. I surrender already.

Mercutio: Umm Harls?

Harlequin: Yes?

Mercutio: We aren’t American.

Harlequin: Wow, such an astute observation. Thank you for that.

Mercutio: I’m just sayin’.

Syanide: I support John McCain.

Mercutio: Really? You strike me as a man with liberal and progressive views.

Syanide: McCain provides interesting Tax Breaks for the wealthy, I can get behind that.

Harlequin: Interesting side note. Did you guys notice that Mercutio has the same ears as Barack Obama? If you dyed Andy over here Black, they would be identical ear twins.

Mercutio: This raises another important question.

Syanide: Such as?

Mercutio: Why did we get stuck with the topical humour segment? I thought people liked us.

Harlequin: Agreed, I think we have better things to be discussing than making inane remarks about the upcoming Presidential Election. Shall we go off-card?

Mercutio: Oh we shall and allow me to get the ball rolling. Tonight is a big night Harley. Alex’s decimation is at hand. Only a few minutes remain before he goes bye-bye.

Harlequin: You know you are lucky I have a platonic soft spot for you.

Mercutio: I get that a lot.

Harlequin: It is a well established fact that Harlequin does no man’s dirty work. But. But for you Mercutio I will make an exception. Slowly and with continual pressure my boot will collapse the larynx of your brother. He won’t need to speak, he won’t need to breath, he will just need to lie there and accept what fate has given him. Accept that I am his Harbinger. It is only too soon now that we will hear the name Alex O’Rion no more. Speaking of all that, I have a surprise for all of you.

Syanide: This better be fucking good Smiley, you know how I hate surprises.

Harlequin: Oh Sy-Sy this is one of the greatest presents you could ever want. I present you with front row tickets to Lethal Injection.

Mercutio: I don’t get it?

Harlequin: What is there to get? At the end of the night the entirety of Full Metal Wrestling will descend into havoc and when that is over do you know what will remain.

Syanide: ...

Mercutio: What?

Harlequin: Only HavOc shall remain and there will be light in the darkness no more.

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Foxx: With the two best commentators in the FMW despite what some other arrogant commentator pricks may falsely claim!

Stone: I don’t do this so often, but I am inclined to agree with you. If anyone deserves their place on this table, its us two right here.

Foxx: Well… me of course. I basically carry you Stone. Don’t you dare deny that for one second. Which is bad because I think this might be our last match of the night before we have to hand you over to a couple of assholes!

Stone: Look who is talking my friend! But moving onto more important things. You know why we are here at this moment in time! That’s because some of Alchemy’s best will be going head to head in the highly anticipated C4 – Championship match! In each of the four corners stands an Alchemist superstar… Young hopeful Hannibal Frost is looking to finally make a name for him self and avenge his former partner VanGuard who remains on the sidelines. Also, Dalby Sound is also seeking to claim the belt he says is his own by right, could this finally be the opportunity he has been waiting for? Let’s not forget the talented Neutron Star, who is as strong as a contender as anyone else in that ring, looking to finally put the present champion in his place. Any of these men could walk away with the gold tonight.

Foxx: But then… this is Hostyle they’ll be against! The man is not your typical mortal being… Screw John Derrick, fuck Eric Scorpio! Hostyle is the one true god in the ring! The C-4 Championship title only proves this! Along with all his recent accomplishments

Stone: Is that a Hostyle T shirt your wearing?

Foxx: Well the man did organize a pay rise for yours truly. What… didn’t you get one?

Seathers’s ‘Fake it’ explodes over the P.A at quite a volume. The arena lights dim before a blue floodlight splashed down upon the arena, setting the crowd into motion as they began to cheer for the growing Alchemist. Soon enough Hannibal Frost appears at the top of the ramp, raising the volume of the crowd a little more as he makes his way down to the ring, playing a little for the crowd. His focus however is mainly on the ring as he approaches. Before long, the man is within the ring, climbing the turnbuckle for one last play for the crowd as he holds his arms up, shouting out in determination.

Stone: There is no denying this man is the underdog.

Foxx: Are you kidding? Can anyone spell… “OUT OF HIS FUCKING LEAGUE?” This man has absolutely no chance tonight. Hostyle will only have to look upon him… and Hannibal Frost will pass out from his high level of awesomeness. What’s worse for the guy is that VanGuard is not here anymore to back him up, and we have seen how well the guy has done without someone else to carry him along.

Stone: That is unfair to say! It’s true that Hannibal may not have the strongest record here in the FMW, but he is still a strong contender and has given many superstars a good run for their money. Who is to say that this is not his night? Anything can happen with four men in the ring!

A video of Muhammad Ali appears on the arena screens to gain the attention of the crowd as Frost’s music dies down.
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b]Ali:[/b] I murdered a rock! Injured a stone! Hospitalised a brick! I’m so mean, I make medicine sick! I’ll show you, how great I am!
As the words “How great I am” echo through the arena, some static starts to roll through the speakers, as if someone were tuning a radio, when suddenly, they find a station, playing Tool.
Maynard: Who are you to wave your fingers, you must have been out your head…….
An explosion of pyro cuts off the usual theme of one Dalby Sound, and through the explosion cuts the intro riff to Incubus’ ‘Megalomanica A mixed but mostly positive reaction begins from the crowd as Dalby makes his appearance. The man clad up head to toe in his usual attire makes his way down to the ring, joining Frost up there as he stares the man in the eyes, keeping to his corner for now as Frost does the same..

Foxx: Oh look… more filler!

Stone: Filler?! That’s Dally Sound you moron! And besides… there is not a single wrestler within Alchemy that you can justify calling filler! Sound is one of the stronger competitors out there tonight, not to mention one of the stronger competitors in the entire FMW, and no doubt he will continue to prove with his presence in the ring tonight! Not to mention the growing history between this man and the present champion!

Foxx: Well I guess we’ll have to wait and see won’t we?

”Heaven is an Orgasm” by Lords of Acid Hits the PA next on the list as the crowd begin more mixed reactions over the appearance of one Neutron Star. The lights brighten to near blinding point, making the crowd and all those watching wince having been used to the dark for so long. When the light finally fades, Star is already standing upon the top of the ramp. He looks upon the crowd for a good few moments before he walks towards the ring, gaining some speed in his pace all the way on his approach to the ring. Before entering, he gives a good look over both of his opponents, as if studying them before he enters the ring, cautiously approaching his own corner as he faces both Dalby and Frost.

Stone: The ring is just full of strong contenders. Neutron Star only adding up the strong powers of Alchemy! This man has been so close yet so far away to getting some well earned gold in recent shows. Ever since his defeat at Deathrow, he’s been unlucky not to hold a belt in his hands again.

Foxx: But let me guess… All that can change tonight. Fucking hell man. I’ve just been raving a moment ago about how awesome we are compared to the other commentary teams and you go and start pulling out all this predictable shit!

Stone: Needless to say. It will be most interesting to see what Neutron Star will have for us tonight in light of recent events. If anyone wants to have Hostyle’s head on a plate… its Neutron Star…

Foxx: Really?! I would have figured all of them would want his head on a plate!

”Renegade” is next to play over the PA system at near deafening volume, leaving the crowd in complete uproar for one of the Original Sin champions. Before long, Hostyle appears upon the top of the ramp, the prized C-4 Championship title around his waist as the man walks down to the ring with his arms open wide, wearing the most devious of smiles upon his face before throwing up his personal H sign only to further enrage the watching crowds. The champion simply ignores their aimless jeers, sliding into the ring full of confidence as all three other members watch him, clenching their fists and cracking their knuckles and what not.

Foxx: That doesn’t look too good for Hostyle… just look at the eyes on the other three contenders!

Stone: This is a 4 Corners Elimination match! All they have to do is get rid of Hostyle and there will be a guaranteed new C-4 champion with us tonight! One can only wonder if this match is really to Hostyle’s benefit… because I doubt his so called alley will be of much help

Before the bell even has a chance to ring, Hannibal Frost boldly makes a first move, dashing towards Hostyle, Hostyle however seems to anticipate the charging Frost and manages to position himself ready for the approaching attacker. Frost is met with a back body neckbreaker drop for his attempted early efforts much to the rage of the crowd as the bell finally rings to get the match under way. Many expect Dalby Sound and Neutron Star to respectively turn upon each other as Hostyle begins to get prepare Frost for a Shining Scissor kick, but the fans are surprised when they both turn to Hostyle and advance upon him.

Foxx: Double Cloth line on the champ from Star and Sound! And now Frost is back up on his feet! All three men are beginning to pound into Hostyle with a vicious series of stomps from each man! You can’t treat a champion like that! This… this is cheating or something!

Stone: Face facts Foxx… If they take out the Champion first… he won’t be a champion any longer! These three men hate Hostyle too much to simply let him contend as if nothing was ever wrong!

Foxx: No but seriously! Look at those guys pile the beating upon our Champion! There is no justice!

Both Frost and Sound set up Hostyle for a double suplex as Neutron climbs the turnbuckle. Sound and Frost soon lift the man upwards before Neutron dives through the air, landing a missile drop kick to kick Hostyle right off the other two wrestlers shoulders. Hostyle lands head and shoulders first against the mat, but quickly manages to roll out of the ring despite his dazed state as he walks around the ring, favouring his head and chest from such a sickening move. He doesn’t get far however as Sound from nowhere comes crashing down with a moonsault from the ropes, landing right on Hostyle to bring him down to the mat.

Stone: Well… your wish has been somewhat granted! Star has turned on Frost now within the ring with a surprise German Suplex! Although Sound is still giving a beatdown to Hostyle, at least the pressure of three other wrestlers has been lifted from the champion for now! Though the ref is beginning his count out upon both wrestlers… they can’t stay out there forever. And no doubt all could turn on him again as soon as he’s in the ring!

Foxx: What?! You’re not even going to comment on the triple team move or that amazing moonsault?!

Stone: Why should I?… No words can even justify what occurred then… So I’ll let the viewers appreciate the beauty in their own way.

Foxx: Fuck it…

Stone: Frost is failing to get the best of his quicker opponent! Star is really making Frost look like a rookie right now with an Enzirugi Frost should have seen coming a mile away! The man is down and Star is looking to try and lock the man into an armbar! And he’s got it locked in! Frost is in some real trouble right now if he can’t break this hold!

Foxx: Dalby Sound is rolling Hostyle back in! And look! Neutron Star has actually released Frost! He’s coming to assist Dalby Sound who is also in the ring! Fuck was Frost lucky!

Stone: Hardly! He’s tougher then he looks… And the ropes were just about in his reach anyway…

Foxx: Whatever!…

Stone: Hostyle has yet to really capitalize! I doubt he’ll get his chance if his opponents are constantly overpowering him! Neutron Star has got the Champion in a full nelson position! Sound is stepping up! But what’s he doing?! Sound has rushed into the ropes! I think Star senses treachery! But it’s too late!

Foxx: A spear! Right into both men! Just goes to show you can’t get too comfortable with formed allies in this match! Guaranteed… they are only ever temporary!

Stone: And now Frost is back in action, having stayed aside just long enough to get a blind side on Sound! He’s got him set up for a pump handle slam! And he’s nailed it! Going as far to slam Sound right on top of Hostyle! How much more damage could they possible do to the Champion! He’s rolling back out of the ring again! It’s the only place he can go to recover from these vicious attacks!

Foxx: Hostyle is taking a beating for sure but Neutron Star may be his unlikely savior as he chop blocks Hannibal Frost’s knees out from under him! And now he is putting the boots to both Hostyle and Frost!

Stone: Sound is slumped in the corner, licking his wounds. A pretty smart move actually, this is an elimination contest and not taking a beating early could definitely benefit him later on once a competitor or two have been removed.

Foxx: Star seems to be ignoring the man who speared him earlier; his entire rage is focused on the two downed men, Hostyle and Frost…BUT HOSTYLE HAS SNATCHED HIS LEG! THE INNOVATOR ROLLS NEUTRON TO THE GROUND AND UP INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! 1…2…3!!!

Cherry: Neutron Star has been eliminated!

Stone: And just like that, Neutron Star is out of this match! Unbelievable!

Foxx: Hostyle is slowly climbing back to his feet and Dalby Sound seems to see a chance to strike as he lunges forward and grabs the back of Hostyle’s head, slamming it down into his right knee!

Stone: That seems painful.

Foxx: Very.

Stone: Hostyle is floored once again as Dalby grabs his left leg, he seems to be looking for something…BUT HANNIBAL FROST IS UP! The young superstar slams into Dalby shoulder first and sends him into the ropes and drops him on the way back with a drop toe-hold!

Foxx: Not only a drop toe-hold but one sending Dalby headfirst directly into the groin region of Hostyle!

Stone: Harsh.

Foxx: Hostyle definitely seemed to think so as he screams out in pain, a completely understandable reaction to having another man’s forehead driven into your crotch.

Stone: Frost seems pleased with himself as he drags Sound back to his feet and lifts the Canadian superstar up for a vertical suplex…which he nails perfectly! Frost with a cover, 1…2…NO! SOUND KICKS OUT!

Foxx: Frost had to know he could not put a man of vast talent like Dalby Sound down with a simple vertical suplex.

Stone: You always have to hope for a surprise move, I would not have guessed that Neutron Star would go out to a quick small package that early in the match but it happened. Back to the match, Hostyle seems to finally be crawling back up to his feet and is met with a series of right hands from Hannibal Frost! This kid is on fire!

Foxx: A fire that is about to be extinguished as Dalby is up too and has jumped Frost, nailing him with a forearm to the back of the skull! Frost stumbles forward and Dalby uses the momentum to follow through and toss Hannibal out of the ring and on to the floor!

Stone: This leaves only Hostyle and Sound in the ring, the two men who met up in the C4 classic from Death Row! They circle each other slowly...and then Hostyle shoots for his right leg!

Foxx: But Sound responds appropriately and drops down into a sprawl, hooking a quick front chancery while on the mat with Hostyle buried underneath him.

Stone: Good move by Sound to use his amazing ring presence to protect himself from the champ and gain an advantage. Dalby shuffles around Hostyle's body and seems to be trying to hook a STF! This could be it!

Foxx: Not likely, Hostyle is able to roll once Sound's complete weight is off of him! Sound instead gets a pin attempt with his full body lying across Hostyle for a 1...KICK OUT!

Stone: Sound was simply responding there, definitely not looking to put Hostyle away with such a sloppy pin, he just simply wanted to keep the champ on the defensive. Definitely a veteran move by Sound.

Foxx: Sound has taken it back to a standing position as Hostyle quickly follows him back to his feet. What has happened to Frost?

Stone: He seems to have hit his head when Sound tossed him out, he is probably out of it. I hope for his sake he can get his head on straight, this is too big of an opportunity to be lost to an injury.

Foxx: Hostyle and Sound lock-up once again and this time Hostyle takes the advantage as he slides behind Dalby and locks on a beautiful half-nelson. Wonder what he is able to work to from there?

Stone: How about a dragon suplex?

Foxx: Indeed. Into a tiger suplex, and from there, he drags Dalby up, and Tazz-plex!

Stone: Free Flowin' Hostility from Hostyle! Cover! This could get him! One!

Foxx: Stay down!

Stone: Two!

Foxx: Yes!

Stone: Kick-out at the last second by Dalby!

Foxx: No!

Stone: You couldn't really expect that combo keep a veteran like Dalby Sound down for a three count, right?

Foxx: Actually, I did. Hostyle's technical prowess should have wowed him into recording the pinfall.

Stone: Get over your man-crush, Foxx.

Foxx: You're just jealous.

Stone: Whatever, anyways, Hostyle getting Dalby Sound to his feet, and Creative Impulse! He hit it!

Foxx: There's my boy!

Stone: It's elementary! One, two, three! This match is down to a one-on-one contest!

Cherry: Dalby Sound has been eliminated!

Foxx: And Hostyle clears the ring of another worthless competitor. With only Frost left, he's got to have this thing wrapped up.

Stone: Speaking of Frost, he's slid in the ring, catching 'Style by suprise. Roll-up! One and Hostyle rolls out.

Foxx: No fair.

Stone: The two lock-up, and Frost gets a hammerlock in on the True Artist. Countered by Hostyle, and he locks in a standing dragon sleeper with the hammerlock still in there.

Foxx: A beauty of a submission right there.

Stone: Unfortunately for the champ, Frost grabs the ropes and hugs them, demanding for the referee to step in and make Hostyle relinquish the hold.

Foxx: And Hostyle gracefully does. He really is the man you want to represent our brand.

Stone: You sicken me.

Foxx: I don't see any reason why I would. And Hostyle swiftly picks up Frost in an electric chair! Quick thinking by Alchemy's Champion.

Stone: He drops him across the ropes chest first and throws him backwards onto the mat below. He calls the the Electric Chair Plex.

Foxx: You... are lecturing me... on what Hostyle calls his self-innovated moves?

Stone: Asshole. Anyways, two huge shots to the body and Frost is in major trouble. Hostyle stalks Frost from behind as Frost gets up slowly.

Foxx: Looks like Frostie's about to melt.

Stone: Really? That was the best you could come up with?

Foxx: You're such an angry man.

Stone: I have to converse with you and acknowledge your presence. I wonder why I'm angry.

Foxx: I dunno. Back to the in-ring action. Frost shaking off the cobwebs, and Hostyle slips behind him and locks on the Hostyle Constriction!

Stone: And Hannibal is fading really fast. He needs to do something drastic, and quick.

Foxx: He drops into a sit-out position, hitting a modified stunner! I'd say that could go under the "drastic measures" category.

Stone: Agreed. Frost using the last bit of energy and adrenaline lift Hostyle up into a Powerbomb position.

Foxx: THE FREEZER BURN!

Stone: And Frost pulled his finisher out of nowhere. He covers Hostyle and hooks a leg! One, two, three! We have a new C-4 Champion!

Cherry: Hostyle has been eliminated! Therefore, the winner of this match, and NNNNNNNEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW CEEEEEEEEEEEE-4 CHAMPION, HANNIBAL FROST!

Hannibal Frost (8.5 aps + 1.5 avs = 10.0 total)
Hostyle (8.47 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.87 total)
Dalby Sound (8.1 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.6 avs = 8.6 total)
Neutron Star (8.0 aps + 0.3 avs = 8.3 total)

Foxx: No!

Stone: Yes!

Foxx: Damn!

Stone: Frost is ecstatic! He clutches on to the title and goes up the ramp, crying tears of joy! A wonderful moment for this man's blossoming career.

Foxx: Crying? Pussy.

Stone: Back inside the ring though, Hostyle is throwing a fit!

Foxx: And it appears that the referee has become the victim of the Hostyle Hemorrhage.

Stone: I'm glad I'm not the referee and I'm safe and sound behind the announcer's table.

Foxx: With me?

Stone: I change my mind. I would rather be the referee.

Foxx: That hurts.

Stone: Away from Foxx's personal problems, this is not a good way to start Supremacy for Original Sin.

Veronica Cherrywood: Joining me at this time is the General Manager of Anarchy Saint Michael Dreamkiller and the Television Champion, X. Now…

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: Excuse me?

Veronica Cherrywood: I’m sorry. Joining me at this time is the General Manager of Anarchy and Television Champion, Saint Michael Dreamkiller along with his pet, X.

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: That’s better. Now, ask your stupid question.

Veronica Cherrywood: I’m sure our fans would love to know why you gave Jack Boice a Television Championship match after his blatant insubordination?

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: Simple. I am rebuilding the prestige of this Championship. As we all remember, this title was first won by some wizard and was treated as an ancillary item to FMW until one man raised the bar on this Championship. That man being Syanide. Soon enough, everyone was lining up to take a shot at becoming Television Champion because they knew they would be a featured star on every single Anarchy show that aired.

He defended this title a total of five times before losing it in unconvincing fashion to The Wickedness: the very man that myself and X stole this title from. As far as I’m concerned, I am shining the light ever so brightly back onto the Championship and my goal is simple: to overshadow the victories of Syanide and become the greatest Television Champion in history. My pet has brought me three successful title defenses. I can’t make history if he doesn’t defend my title.

Veronica Cherrywood: And Baby? What exactly does she have to do with this? Why torture a tortured soul?

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: Sweetie, you really are as dumb as a box of rocks. My name is Saint. Michael. Motherfucking. Dreamkiller. I am the killer of dreams and all that is good and the reaper of all that is evil and wrong. Did you think he was going to get this title shot for nothing? I’ve already taken a spot in Mount Vesuvius from Romeo, why wouldn’t I want to kill the beacon of light in that twisted man’s world? It’s just what I do and nobody does it better!

Besides, X needs a new padlock. Or chain. Time to, as the kids say, get my monster some “bling bling”.

Veronica Cherrywood: O…K. And what do you think your chances are tonight having seen the Original Sin lose a championship already? Are you the slightest bit nervous?

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: Ho, I’m not the least bit nervous. I have every bit of confidence in my monster that he WILL bring down that freak because if he doesn’t, there will be consequences. X, you wouldn’t want to see the consequences, would you?

X shakes his head no.

Saint Michael Dreamkiller: Exactly. Let’s go.



Larsen: Here we go…...championship vs. love in this match, as X will defend his TV title against Jack Boice, and if Boice loses, Baby is X’s new padlock for his cage.

Morpheus: A few things wrong with that statement. One, it’s Dreamkiller’s title. Two, how can you love an inanimate object?!?!? Also, didn’t you once go through a situation similar to this?

Larsen: I don’t want to talk about it…let’s get to the announcer.

Morpheus: Did I strike a nerve? Don’t worry, that wasn’t the first, and it most definitely won’t be the last!!

Cherry: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Full Metal Wrestling Television Championship!!

"Pretty Fly(For a White Guy)" by the Offspring [/b] fills the speakers, to a roar of favoritism from the crowd. Boice comes through the curtain, face void of emotion. The crowd customarily raise their chairs in honor of Boice, but his head just drops as that action brings back the fact that he is without Baby. Boice slides into the ring, and stares at the entranceway.

Cherry: Introducing first the challenger, from Walla Walla, Washington, weighing in at 234 pounds, JACK BOICE!

Larsen: He’s obviously the sentimental favorite in my eyes, and I am pulling for him tonight.

Morpheus: Your opinion doesn’t matter, and now you’re jacking it to Boice, of all people? Cherrywood is right here on Anarchy!!! You know, I saw this coming a mile away.

Larsen: Go to hell, Morph.

Morpheus: This is gonna be a great night!

Boice’s theme dies out, as "Freak on a Leash by KoRn" begins to play. Red strob light dart flash as Saint Michael Dreamkiller, TV title over his shoulder, leads X, who is carrying the bent-up steel form of Baby in his hand, out by his chain. The duo is met with unanimous distaste from the crowd, and SMD simply smirks at them. He walks to X, and starts to undo his chain….

Cherry: His opponent, accompanied by Saint Michael Dreamkiller, weighing 309 pounds, he is the FMW Television Champion……X!!!

Cherry barely has time to finish the introduction, as Boice has bolted from the ring. He sprints straight for X, and lucky for Dreamkiller he dodges Boice’s fury. X is not so lucky, as Boice has Thesz Pressed the champion down. Boice starts to fire off fists, as X absorbs some of them with his arms. He flings Boice off of him, and tries to retreat for the ring. Boice runs after him and jumps on his back, taking him to the ground and pounding on him with clubbing blows, as Dreamkiller angrily looks on, shouting at his pet to get up.

Larsen: Boice wasting no time here, taking the fight to X!! Boice fighting for his love!!

Morpheus: What love? That bent up piece of metal that can barely stand. He’s wasting his time!! Your God put women on this earth for a reason, Larsen! A reason you’ll never understand, but still.

Larsen: Anyway….X fights off Boice, but Boice is relentless! Boice rolls him into the ring, and the bell rings, officially starting the match!

Morpheus: X should’ve hit the chair-molester with that damn chain…….would’ve ended the match before it began.

X gets to his feet as Boice waits on the apron. As X rises, Boice trys to springboard off the ropes, but Dreamkiller tampers with the ropes, hurting the quality of the springboard off the ropes. Boice manages to get enough lift though and takes down the champion with a dropkick. X is slow to recover, and as he gets to his feet Boice takes him down again with a flying forearm. Boice quickly goes for a cover…

One

Tw-Kickout by X!!

Larsen: Boice is firing on all cylinders here in the early going! At this rate, we may have a new TV champion.

Morpheus: Dreamkiller is pissed, and he’s grabbed X by the hair to force him outside. Dreamkiller giving X quite the verbal abuse, and so far rightfully so.

Larsen: Boice is going for something here, takes off toward the ropes and Fosbury Flop!!

Morpheus: Move, Dreamkiller!! That was close!

Larsen: X is down again, and Boice has things in hand so far. He gets X in the ring again, and looks for another Springboard maneuver. X is wobbly, and Boice jumps and Come on now!!!!

Morpheus: You want the job done right you have to do it yourself, and that’s what Dreamkiller just did.

The METALtron shows a replay of the past sequence. As Boice goes to springboard off the ropes, Dreamkiller gets on the apron and strikes Boice’s head with the cane, causing the challenger to crumple in a heap inside the ring. The ref seeing this goes to warn Dreamkiller, but Anarchy’s GM makes a threatening cut-throat sign towards the official, who timidly backs away. Back in the ring, Boice gingerly makes it to his feet, only to be obliterated with a clothesline from X.

Larsen: X now has control of the match after that dastardly move from GM Dreamkiller.

Morpheus: Now the fun begins!

Larsen: X snatches up Boice now, and locks in a Full nelson! Boice’s face tells the whole story! Boice fighting for the ropes now!

Morpheus: Once upon a time there was this freak who fucked a chair, and…

Larsen: Morpheus, now’s not the time for that.

Morpheus: Damnit, Larsen! I was telling a story here.

Larsen: I am not interested in it. Boice is close, and Dreamkiller is yanking the ropes back, out of Boice’s reach!! This is ridiculous, as X lifts up Boice, and drops him with a backbreaker! Boice’s back and neck are surely hurting after that.

Morpheus: Way to point out the obvious, emo boy. But, I love SMD’s strategy!

Larsen: It’s nothing but cheating! X is a monster who doesn’t need anyone’s help.

Morpheus: It’s only cheating if you get caught, and if Dreamkiller gets caught, the ref is fired. Lovely!!

After the Full nelson backbreaker, X begins to choke Boice as the ref starts to count. X releases Boice, and strikes him with a legdrop. Boice writhes in pain, and tries to pull himself up, and as he does so, X powerslams him down and goes for a cover.

One

Two

Kickout by Boice!

Larsen: X is just throwing his challenger around now, as Boice has just been Biel thrown across the ring. He almost landed on his head there.

Morpheus: Boice is Dreamkiller’s challenger, Larsen! Dreamkiller is the TV champion, not X. How many times do I have to say that?

Larsen: The crowd trying to will Boice to his feet, and he pulls himself up in the corner. Dreamkiller involved again as he holds Boice’s feet in place AND X WITH A BODY AVALANCHE FORCING BOICE’S HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! X has crushed Boice in the corner, as Boice just collapses.

Morpheus: Dreamkiller with a huge grin on his face. The beginning of the end of Baby is upon us!

Larsen: I thought you didn’t care about Baby.

Morpheus: I don’t. I do want to see it destroyed however.

Larsen: But she-

Morpheus Don’t even say it.

As Boice crawls in the ring, Dreamkiller motions towards Baby and waves 'bye-bye' to it right in front of Boice. X snatches Boice up, but Boice starts to fight back and elbow his way from X’s clutches to cheers from the crowd. That quickly turns to boos and groans as he runs toward the ropes, only to be flattened by a Chokeslam from the champion. Dreamkiller laughs as he now sits on Baby, enjoying his monster’s handiwork to this point.

Larsen: Boice is down again, after showing some life. Boice may not have it tonight.

Morpheus: Awesome!!

Larsen: You have no soul.

Morpheus: Thank you for the compliment. Now back to the domination.

Larsen: Unfortunately, Boice looks to be on his last legs as X drills him with a powerbomb.

Morpheus: Not even going for the cover; Must be Dreamkiller’s orders. Smart man he is.

Larsen: X is stomping away at his challenger now, Boice is in trouble here.

Morpheus: Boice, stay down. It’s best for everyone.

Larsen: X sends Boice into the turnbuckle chest first, and what a forearm to Boice’s back, and a sidewalk slam! Cover…

One

Two

Th-Kickout by Boice!

Morpheus: What the fuck Boice?!?!?

Larsen: Love is powerful, Morpheus.

Morpheus: You of all people need not discuss that particular topic, Larsen. One word: Hailey.

Larsen: Fuck you. X has Boice in a camel clutch, and is now stretching him out. He has Boice right in the eyesight line of Dreamkiller, who has been sitting on Baby for most of this match.

Morpheus: Yes!!! Break his neck, X!

Larsen: Boice is fading here, and the ref is checking the arm. It falls once…

Morpheus: Dreamkiller standing now, trying to encourage his monster and toy with Boice by holding Baby out!! I love this guy.

Larsen: Twice….

Morpheus: Bye bye Baby-FUCK THIS SHIT!!!

Larsen: Boice is alive, he’s elbowing X’s knee to break the hold, as Dreamkiller in a rage KNOCKS OVER BABY with his cane! Boice has frozen as his love has been harmed, and X takes advantage with a Big boot and now a nerve hold. This man is heartless!

Morpheus: Where is the post it note I gave you about Baby? Huh, how long do I have to sit here and tell you that it’s just a chair? IT’S JUST A FUCKING CHAIR!!

Larsen: Boice saw what happened to Baby, and he’s fighting out X’s nerve hold He’s on his feet now, and an elbow to X’s face. Boice to the ropes now, and he comes back with a sleeper slam! X is back up, and is dropped with a Street fighter-esque uppercut. Boice charges after X, and STO takes down the champion!! Boice is feeling it!!

Morpheus: What in the hell is this? Dreamkiller, do something!!

Larsen: Cover!

One

Two

Kickout by X!

Morpheus: Whew! Dreamkiller would have had a fit had that been three.

The crowd is on its feet, as Boice has regained momentum. X is moving around on the mat, as Boice is up using the ropes for support. X has yet to rise, and Boice mounts the top rope, looking for something big. Dreamkiller catches Boice’s attention by holding out Baby and slapping her around with his cane. Boice starts to leap at Dreamkiller but before he can leap, X is on him.

Larsen: Dreamkiller is stomping on Boice’s heart here, and now X has used this latest distraction to his advantage, grabbing Boice by the throat!

Morpheus: It’s over now, Larsen!!

Larsen: X snatches him off, and Boice counters in mid-air with a Tornado DDT!! Cover…

Morpheus: Kick out, X!!

One

Two

Kickout by X!

Larsen: So close to a new champion there, Boice is obviously frustrated here.

Morpheus: X needs to get back in the game, he may face the wrath of Dreamkiller yet.

Larsen: Boice runs to the ropes, and X is on his feet, and Flapjack Sitout Powerbomb from X!! What impact!!!

Morpheus: That’s how it’s done!

One!

Two!

Thr-Kickout by Boice!

Larsen: Boice will not stay down! His love for Baby has him still in this, what a match!

Morpheus: Damn it Larsen, for the last time BABY ISN’T A HUMAN!! No more games, X!! X him out!!

Larsen: That’s Dreamkiller’s job, Morpheus.

Morpheus: Shut up and call the match.

Larsen: X has him up now, and Boice shoots an inside cradle!!

One!

Two!

Th-Kickout by X!!

Larsen: X barely escapes that one!

Morpheus: Man, Dreamkiller is going crazy out there.

Larsen: X is back up and Boice charges…..

Dreamkiller is incensed, as X is being pushed to his limits. Boice snaps off a Frankensteiner, and X is back down. Dreamkiller is now on the apron, and gets a close up view as Boice springboards and nails the fallen champion with a..

Larsen: TEMPER TANTRUM connects!!! New champion!!

Morpheus: DAMMIT!!

The crowd counts along…

One!

Two!

Thre….

Only to groan as Dreamkiller yanks the ref out of the ring. The official confronts Dreamkiller, only to be struck down by Dreamkiller’s cane. Boice looks around, oblivious to what Dreamkiller has done. He sees the ref down, and his eyes show the anger. But before he can lay a hand on Dreamkiller, Dreamkiller grabs Baby as the cameraman zooms in..

Dreamkiller: What now, Jack? You touch me, if so much as a drop of your disgusting sweat touches me, win or lose, your Baby will be destroyed, I promise you that! Make your choice, Jacky boy!!

Larsen: This despicable excuse of a human being has given Boice an ultimatum, after decking the ref!! Uncalled for!!

Morpheus: SMD has his bases covered, no doubt about that.

X begins to stir, as the crowd begs for Boice to assault Dreamkiller. Boice grabs Dreamkiller by the collar, causing him to drop the chair to a roar from the crowd. He draws his fist back to hit him, but X is there just in the nick of time. He clubs Boice down, and tosses him away. Dreamkiller compses himself, and berates X for not showing up sooner. He then tries to hand X Baby, but as he dropped the chair thanks to Boice, it takes him longer than expected to get the chair. Dreamkiller, before handing the ropes the chair over says…

Dreamkiller: Do not screw this up, or I will have your hide!!!

Larsen: No, Dreamkiller is about to pull off another screwjob!!!

Morpheus: This moment is so great, I wish I could have sex with it. Finish him, X!!

Larsen: Look at Dreamkiller motioning for Boice! This isn’t fair, dammit!!

Morpheus: Life isn’t fair, Larsen. So what? Now watch the end of Boice and baby as we know it…

Boice starts to rise, and X drags him by the hair to his manager. Dreamkiller holds Boice up, as X winds up for a big swing. X starts to swing Baby at Boice, but Boice breaks free and rolls to the other side. Dreamkiller jumps off the apron to avoid injury, but lands somewhat awkwardly, tweaking his leg even though X managed to stop the chair mid-swing. X looks at his fallen master, who commands him to pay attention to the match.

Larsen: Boice moved!! X turns around, and PACIFIER out of nowhere!!!! We need a ref!

Morpheus: No, no we don’t!!

A new referee sprints from backstage, bypassing the fallen ref and Dreamkiller. He slides in as Boice has X covered!

One!

Two!

THREE!!

Larsen: Boice has done it! We have a new Television Champion!!

Morpheus: Why wasn’t there a DQ called? This is robbery!

Larsen: Like you said, it’s only cheating if you get caught! Dreamkiller shouldn’t have been on the apron to start with!

Morpheus: Now you listen to me? Damn you!

Cherry: Here is your winner, and NEW FMW TELEVISION CHAMPION……JAAAAACK BOIIIIICE!!!!!

Jack Boice (8.28 aps + 2.0 avs = 10.28 total)
X (8.3 aps + 1.8 avs = 10.1 total)

“Pretty Fly(For A White Guy)” by the Offspring kicks up, as Boice rolls out the ring, immediately retrieves Baby and begins to kiss and stroke her. The ref hands him the FMW TV title, and raises his hand, as Boice raises Baby in the air, as the crowd does the same and cheer wildly. X sits up in the ring, and howls as he realized that he has lost the title. Dreamkiller is incredulous, and has entered the ring with microphone in hand. Boice sprints up the aisle, and a lasting image of Boice holding up the TV title while planting a deep kiss on Baby is the last we see of Boice before he disappears behind the curtain.

Morpheus: SMD is furious, and he has a mike.

Larsen: What now, Dreamkiller?

Dreamkiller: (to X) Get up you disgusting ingrate!!! How dare you lose my title to Jack Boice? How dare you? After all that I have done for you!! You were NOTHING when I took you in, and this is how you repay me?

Larsen: That’s uneccessary! Had Dreamkiller not been on the apron, X wouldn’t have had to hesistate, therefore giving Boice the opening he needed.

Morpheus: No, X shouldn’t have had a problem with Boice, this should have been a walk in the park.

X stands up with his head down, as Dreamkiller slaps X twice. As X turns back to face Dreamkiller, he is met with a spit from Dreamkiller.

Dreamkiller: You don’t deserve to look at me!! You are nothing but a dumb animal which doesn’t deserve to live. You are nothing without me, X!! In fact, I don’t even know what I saw in you, you bumbling idiot. I thought we had a common bond. Obviously, I was mistaken. I can’t believe I put two years into you and you haven’t the decency to show your appreciation! When you get back into your cage, you may never come out. Do not ever disrespect me again, you understand? You have failed me for the last time, and you will understand that soon.

Morpheus: He’s laying into him. Wow.

Larsen: I can’t believe X is taking this abuse yet again.

Morpheus: I believe it, X can’t get any better than Dreamkiller.

Dreamkiller has now retrieved X’s chain, and goes to wrap it around X, who doesn’t raise his head. The crowd gives out a small pop as they see this as an act of defiance.

Dreamkiller: You ignorant fools need to be silent. X knows not to bite the hand that feeds him…….occassionally.

Larsen: This is quite a downer what we are seeing.

Morpheus: Speak for yourself, Larsen.

Dreamkiller: Hold your damn head up, it’s time we take our leave!

X does not react, and this subjects him to more slaps from Dreamkiller. X turns his head around, and is staring a hole into Dreamkiller, whose face begins to contort into one that shows that he is uncomfortable.

Morpheus: What are you doing, X? Obey your master!

Larsen: I think X has had enough…YES HE HAS!!!

The crowd pops as X has now grabbed Dreamkiller by the collar.

Larsen: Do it X!!

Morpheus: He doesn’t know what he’s saying! X, you’re making a mistake!

Dreamkiller: N-n-n-now X……You do-n’t-t want to do this……

Larsen: Yes you do X!!

Morpheus No you don’t X!!

The crowd pops loudly as X nods his head “YES” and scoops up Dreamkiller onto his shoulder. The crowd Erupts as X drops down, connecting with the Abyss!!!!

Larsen: Yes!!! X nails his tormentor with the ABYSS!!! It’s about time, Dreamkiller had this coming for two long years!

Morpheus: Dreamkiller is out, and I am in shock!!

Larsen: What a moment!!! X is free finally!

The crowd continues to pop as X grabs his chain, and leaves the ring to the tune of “Freak on a Leash” by KoRn. Some fans reach out to touch him as he walks back to the entrance way. X stops right before he gets there, and takes one last look at the ring, where Dreamkiller lies motionless. X then heads backstage.

Larsen: We have a new TV champion, and X is his own man!!

The scene opens up backstage, as Cynthia Adams is standing by with Trey Spruance and Calvin Xavier.

Cynthia: I’m here with one of the tag team tandems that will be competing tonight for a shot at the FMW Tag Team Titles: Trey Spruance and Calvin Xavier. (turns to Trey) Now Trey, I’m sure I’ll be speaking for everyone when I ask this, but why did you choose Calvin Xavier as your partner?

Cynthia aims the mic towards Trey’s mouth, which he simply rips from her hand to Cynthia’s displeasure.

Trey: Read between the lines, skank! We are two guys who have never been allowed to reach our full potentials here in FMW. Shit, I was supposed to have a match for the TV Title way back when, and what do they decide to do instead? They fucking take me off TV, is what happened!

Trey passes the mic over to Calvin for his turn to speak his mind.

Calvin: And I was stuck in a dead-end, lame-ass, waste-of-time feud with that worthless nigga, Michael James, and made to look like the “bad guy” for turning my back on my so-called "brother."

Calvin disrespectfully tosses the mic back to Cynthia, who almost fumbles it, but regains her composure before addressing the disgruntled duo.

Cynthia: Trey, when you said the "they", you actually meant the Original Sin, right? Is that why you took this match?

Trey grabs Cynthia’s dainty wrist, and makes her raise the mic up to his lips.

Trey: No, I meant the fans!

Cynthia: Huh? But that doesn’t make any sen-

Trey: The fans don't want to see Trey Spruance and Calvin Xavier succeed. Look out in that sea of bloody, wanker-faced idiots here in Indianapolis (the crowd can be heard booing). There are no signs for Xavier or myself, are there? Is there anyone wearing a Trey t-shirt? Is there anyone out there with a Calvin Xavier hoodie? NONE AT ALL!

Cynthia: It’s probably because those things don’t even exist.

Cynthia gets slapped in her mouth for her trouble, causing to fall to the floor. She looks up at a pissed off Calvin with a look of shock, while holding her hand up to her mouth. Trey, on the other hand, just chuckles at witnessing the actions of his partner.

Calvin: I bet that you’re not even giving us a chance out there either - just like all these fans. Fuck, earlier, I saw a poll on FMW.com that showed that Trey - partner or no partner - was only given a 3% chance of leaving Indianapolis with the Tag Team Championships. That's some fucking bullshit right there! Don't they recognize greatness when they see it?

Trey: Obviously not, bruv. But fuck’em! We're not fighting for the Original Sin, nor are we fighting for the Resistance. And we’re definitely not fighting for those pathetic cunts that’ll be watching us tonight!

Calvin: No fucking doubt! We're going to be fighting for our-own-damn-selves. Because if we don't, nobody else will…



"The Might of Rome" by Hans Zimmer hits the speakers as Mass Caesar, being carried out on a throne by four toga wearing brutes.

Stone: The hell is Caesar doing here?

Foxx: I thought that he was in the hospital after what Mercutio did to him.

Stone: I guess not.

Foxx: It looks like he's about to tell us why he's interrupting the start of the tag match.

Caesar's goons carry him out to the ring where he steps off the throne and takes the mic.

Caesar: My people! It is I, your leader and your KING, Mass Caesar! Worship the glory which is me!

The crowd boos.

Caesar: What you saw last week as HavOc beat me mercilessly in the ring was a travesty and had I not been outnumbered I would have overcome and reigned supreme as my name suggests. Look at me, I'm the epitome of everything that a man and a KING should be.

More boos from the crowd.

Stone: Where's he going with this king thing?

Foxx: Who knows?

Caesar: Boo me all you want, peasants. I am, and forever will be, better than each and every one of you. The reason why I am here is to observe as eight gladiators fight for the approval of their one true leader. I am here to witness to merciless killing and brutal beatings that these eight will unleash upon each other. I will dictate which of the men survives and which of the men will fall as I am the supreme ruler over all.

More boos from the crowd.

Caesar: And just to clarify, there is no way that King Guiomar is walking out of this match in one piece. I'll see to it that he is beaten within an inch of his life. Why you might ask? Because at Lethal Injection I will prove that I am the one true KING here in Full Metal Wrestling as that peasant Guiomar and I go face to face in a Royal Showdown. But for now, I watch...

Caesar snaps his fingers and is lifted back into his throne.

Foxx: Caesar versus Guiomar at Lethal Injection in a Royal Showdown?

Stone: What the hell is a Royal Showdown?

Foxx: Who the hell knows?

As Caesar's parade nears the crowd, he motions for them to move aside as his goons make their way to where they will lower his throne to observe the match. His gestures are met by huge boos from the crowd.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall and is for the VACANT World Tag Team Championships. Introducing first making their FMW re-debut, he is King Guiomar, he is Guybrush Threepwood, together they are The Douuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuubloooooooons!

"Fifth Symphony" by Beethoven hits the speakers as Guiomar and Threepwood make their way to the ring. Guiomar never takes his eyes off Caesar until he hits the apron.

Stone: This is going to be one hell of a match. Four big teams all facing off for the vacant tag belts.

Foxx: Ever since Mortus and Sam took out Tempest, the belts have been up in the air. First it was going to be former champ Chris Black teaming with Trey Spruance and then Black got injured and Spruance was left finding a partner.

Stone: Quite the predicament.

Foxx: Indeed. And it looks like we're about to find out who Spruance chose.

"Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos" by Public Enemy hits the speakers.

Cherry: And their opponents, the team of Trey Spruance and Calvin Xavier!

Foxx: Xavier?!

Stone: Seriously? I didn't know that he was back.

Foxx: Neither did I.

"Antisaint" by Chevelle hits the speakers as Cherry takes the mic again.

Foxx: Oh fuck, here they come.

Cherry: And their opponents, he is Andrew "Mercutio" O'Rion, he is Syanide, together they form the team of HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVOC!

Stone: Someone's gonna get a hurt real bad.

Foxx: I've got the EMTs on speed dial.

Stone: After the beat down that they gave Caesar and Alex last show, you'd better have already dialed 9-1-1 and be ready to hit send on your cell.

Foxx: Agreed.

"Palladio" by eScala hits the speakers.

Cherry: And the final team. Both men are former tag team champions, introducing to you the team of Cactus Sam and Moooooooooooooooooooortus!

Foxx: Don't you think it's a little unfair to have the match be 2 on 2 on 2 on 3?

Stone: Because of the Mortuseseses?

Foxx: Exactly.

Stone: I don't think that that is going to be an issue.

The four teams meet in the middle of the ring and a huge stare down ensues. HavOc starts things off as they begin their attack on Spruance and Xavier. The team of Sam and Mortus take notice and begin attacking Guiomar and Threepwood.

The four teams brawl in the middle of the ring until gradually some of them are tossed out of the ring. Spruance, Mercutio, Mortus and Threepwood make their way to the floor below.

Stone: We're off to a good start. This one's going to be violent.

Foxx: Clothesline by Sam as he knocks Guiomar to the mat, he wastes no time as he attacks Xavier and Syanide, knocking them to the mat as well.

Guiomar turns his attention to Caesar who gives a disapproving Thumbs-Down.

Stone: No love from Caesar, Guiomar couldn't be more pissed off. Another clothesline by Guiomar on Xavier and another one Sam. Syanide ducks and ohh!

Foxx: Guiomar is down after being blindsided by Mercutio as he slides into the ring. Oh, Thumbs-Up from Caesar. I guess he approves. Out of the ring goes Guiomar!

Stone: Syanide and Mercutio waste no time as they clear the waste from inside.

Turning their attention on Xavier, Syanide and Mercutio throw him into the ropes and follow up with a double back body drop.

Foxx: They work well together as a team.

Stone: Look out behind you!

Sliding back into the ring, Mortus connects with a chop block on Mercutio, knocking him to the mat. Spear by Sam on Syanide.

Stone: HavOc is down! And here comes the beat down.

Stomping the hell out of HavOc, Mortus and Sam make their presence known.

Foxx: No! They're a new team!

Stone: Trey Spruance to the rescue! Kick to the stomach by Spruance, followed by a bulldog on Mortus. Sam rushes Spruance but he ducks out of the way, he follows quickly behind and clotheslines Sam out of the ring.

Xavier slides back into the ring and stands beside his new tag partner. On the other side of the ring, Syanide and Mercutio make their way back to their feet. The two teams stares each other down.

Stone: This could get ugly!

Foxx: Especially for Threepwood!

Guybrush Threepwood, not seeing the two teams, slides into the middle of the ring right between the four men.

Stone: Bad... bad decision.

Spruance, Xavier, Syanide and Mercutio all rush Threepwood who wastes no time sliding back out of the ring. The four men meet up in the middle of the ring and a flurry of flying fists connect with faces, chests and mid-sections.

Foxx: Good thing he's fast.

Stone: Tell me about it. That could have ended badly for Threepwood. He's back in the ring though, this time with a tag partner! Guiomar and Threepwood clean house as they attack Spruance, Xavier and HavOc. The four fly out of the ring and to the mat below.

Guiomar turns to Caesar who simply shakes his head before turning his Thumbs-Down for a second time. Guiomar responds with two hand gestures of his own.

Stone: Great response by Guiomar.

Foxx: The crowd loves it.

Cactus Sam charges at Threepwood from behind and clotheslines his neck.

Stone: Is Cactus trying to break Threepwoods neck?

Foxx: It'd be a decent strategy.

Stone: Guiomar is trying to get Cactus off his partner now... But, there's Mortus! He's up and Guiomar turns around, and now Mortus and Guiomar are exchanging punches. It looked as if Mortus was going to get the cheap shot on The King, but Guiomar was one step ahead of him.

Foxx: He's called the King for a reason. What the reason is, yet to be decided.

Cactus Sam is mounting Guybrush with punches, while the slugfest between Mortus and Guiomar is going on. Mortus gets the upperhand and Guiomar rubs his face. When Guiomar turns around:

Stone: MORTUS THROWS HIS "BLESSING SALT" IN THE EYES OF GUIOMAR!

Foxx: I saw Trey sniffing that "Blessing Salt" in the back.

Mortus takes advantage of his now blinded opponent. He grabs Guiomar.

Stone: No! Don't end like this, Doubloons are being robbed here.... And there it is NECROMANCY!

Mortus makes the cover as Guybrush attempts to knock Sam off him, but fails.

1...2....3....

Stone: This is awful, the men who want to destroy the tag team divison, now hold the tag team titles.

Cherry: Here are your winners, CACTUSSSSSS SAM AND MORTUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suddenly, Trey Sprunance and Calvin Xavier slide into the ring and chase Sam and Mortus out. Guiomar is struggling to get up using the ropes, and Guybrush is up looking disappointed with the loss.

Stone: Trey and Calvin just chased the new tag champs out of here, before inflicting anymore damage on The Dobuloons.

Trey suddenly kicks Guiomar in the leg, knocking him back down. Calvin spears Guybrush and levels him with punches.

Stone: WHAT THE HELL?!?

Foxx: And watch the former C-4 champion get beatdown by Trey.

HavOc is shown up the ramp, and they look pissed that they lost the tag title match. When they turn around to see Cactus Sam and Mortus egging Trey and Calvin on, they turn around and sprint towards the ring. They both slide in the ring, and Cactus and Mortus avoid HavOc by running down the ramp.

Stone: Look at the new champs, they're nothing but cowards!

Syanide hits an Arrowhead Shot on Trey, as Mercutio hits Closure on Calvin. The now fallen team of Trey and Calvin roll out of the ring, nursing there wounds.

Syanide and Mercutio motion for the new tag champs to come back to the ring. Sam turns around and walks halfway, before turning around and walking to the back, leaving HavOc standing in the ring.

The scene reopens in the back to the team of SPARTA walking through the back when they encounter the former FMW Television Champion X rocking back and forth in a corner. They both stare at him then look back at each other.

Bryson: Should we go talk to him?

Michaels: Depends, do you think he really hates us?

Bryson: This is just too good of an opportunity to help him…

Michaels: Truth. Who is going to talk to him?

Bryson: Not it.

Michaels: Fuck you. Rock, paper, scissors?

Bryson: Agreed.

The two play “Rock, Paper, Scissors” with Drew throwing a rock and Nick throwing scissors. Nick curses under his breath.

Michaels: After you good sir.

Nick slowly approaches X, who seems to have disappeared mentally into his own little world.

Bryson: So, how are you sir?

No answer.

Bryson: Want to come watch some matches with us?

No answer.

Michaels: Want to play foozeball?

Bryson: Shoot dice?

Michaels: Play Monopoly?

Bryson: Rock Band? We'll let you play drums...

No answer to any of this as the two members of SPARTA move away and huddle together.

Michaels: Now what?

Bryson: I don’t know.

Michaels: Ask about Dreamkiller.

Bryson: That seems like a horrible idea.

Michaels: Do it, do it now.

The two turn back around and Bryson looks at X with a smile on his face.

Bryson: What do you think about St. Michael Dreamkiller?

X roars in anger and lunges towards a catering table, throwing food everywhere and flipping the table over.

Michaels: That worked. Kind of…

Bryson: Whoa buddy, calm down! It is okay, we’re here for you!

X slows down his destruction slightly but is still turning towards some monitors on the next table.

Michaels: Ask him if he wants to join the Resistance.

Bryson: I don’t want to take a monitor to the skull thank you.

Michaels: Just do it. I’ll give you a dollar.

Bryson: Shut up. X, do you want to join the Resistance?

X tosses a monitor towards the wall and Nick turns back to Drew.

Bryson: That didn’t work well.

Michaels: Smash lots of shit if you want to join the Resistance!

Bryson: ST. MICHAEL DREAMKILLER!

After Bryson yells that, X picks up the table the monitors were on and flings it down the hall causing the Celt, who was watching all of this, to run in fear as Nick just smiles.

Bryson: He’s totally in.

Michaels: Good work as always.



Stone: Welcome back to Supremacy, ladies and gentlemen, and we have a blockbuster match coming your way!

Foxx: Yep, that’s right, it’s none other than the downfall of Alex O’Rion!

Stone: I wouldn’t jump to conclusions right away.

Foxx: Please.

Godsmack’s “I Stand Alone” begins to play and the arena lights all but black out, and Alex O’Rion emerges from the back, looking focused as ever as this match is of the utmost importance. However, he barely makes it halfway down the entrance ramp when a flash of dark purple shows up behind him as Harlequin ambushes him!

Stone: What the? Harley couldn’t wait for his turn?

Foxx: He may be under orders, Stone, but whatever, I’m liking this turn of events!

Stone: Under orders, my ass! This is just his bloodlust showing! Harlequin ambushed Alex and now this fight is happening right there on the entrance ramp! Take it to the ring, Harley!

Foxx: Oh, don’t worry about it Stone, they’ll get there.

Stone: Yeah, when Alex starts to fight back!

And eventually Alex does as he starts blocking Harley’s wild punches and starts trying to return them. Alex struggles to get up, but eventaully does and eventually makes his way to the ring.

Stone: Finally Alex gets back in the game, and there he tries to get back up on his feet, and gets into the ring! We’ve obviously got no time for introductions, so ring the damn bell, ref!

The bell is rung as Harlequin follows and climbs into the ring himself, however as soon as he is inside he walks into a running clothesline from Alex, who wasted no time going on the offensive.

Stone: Alex O’Rion going ahead of his opposition and nailing him down with a clothesline, that should keep him down, and another, and there’s a running leg drop!

Foxx: O’Rion thinks he’s Hulk Hogan?

Stone: No, he probably thought it would be stupid to do a Five-Knuckle Shuffle. O’Rion taking control of the matchup by taking a page from the book of restholds and putting his opponent Harlequin in a headlock.

Foxx: Come on Harley!

Stone: Keep in mind ladies and gentlemen, if Alex O’Rion loses this match he is banished from FMW.

Foxx: So that’s why HARLEY’S GOTTA WIN!

Stone: If it’s really motivating you, why don’t you fight Alex?

Foxx: I’m retired.

Stone: No such thing as retiring in pro wrestling, Foxx. Harley tries to get up on a vertical base, trying to force himself to resist the lock around his neck and forcing himself to stand, there we are, he’s up, but no, Alex spins around and falls back into the headlock backbreaker!

Foxx: Desperation maneuver?

Stone: Of sorts – Alex knows he has to win if he wants to stay.

Foxx: Now look at that, that’s blatant foul play!

Stone: Alex O’Rion stomping a mudhole into Harlequin! This is not part of the typical Alex O’Rion moveset, it shows that he’s getting desperate! And there’s a pin! On- no, barely a one!

Foxx: What the hell is he playing at?

Stone: He wants to get this over with and not give Harley a chance to beat him!

Foxx: That failure of a pin may have given Harley a big chance!

Stone: But Alex is still in control, dragging up Harlequin by the hair… no! Harlequin blatantly rakes Alex’s eyes, and that single dirty move was all it took to turn the tide back to his side.

Foxx: Brilliant! Such technical ability!

Stone: That’s fucking low, Foxx. You call Alex’s foul play as it is, but you call Harley’s “technical ability”?

Foxx: Haven’t you gotten used to it?

Stone: …I suppose. Harlequin with a scoop slam to Alex O’Rion, and another, and for the coup de grace, a fisherman’s suplex!

Foxx: Okay, now that’s technical ability!

Stone: Harlequin now making the cover, one, two, no, Alex kicks out, that was barely two!

Foxx: No matter, Harley will just keep hitting him again! Like what’s going on now!

Stone: Harlequin giving Alex a taste of his own medicine by stomping his own mudhole! All to the face! I think he’s trying to draw some blood!

Foxx: How exciting is that!

Stone: I think it’s despicable, but seeing as how both men have employed similar tactics tonight, I have to resign to the fact!

Foxx: Harley gets Alex up by the hair and sends him bouncing off the ropes, absolutely WICKED looking DDT right there!

Stone: Harley goes for the pin once more! One, two, Alex got the shoulder up again! For his sake, Harlequin doesn’t look at all frustrated by Alex’s persistence!

Foxx: It only means he has more time to beat Alex down, and he’s enjoying it!

Harley picks Alex up for a slam but O'Rion slides down behind him.

Stone: O'Rion slides down...NS PRIDE NS PRIDE!!! ALEX O'RION JUST HIT THE NS PRIDE OUT OF NOWHERE!!! COVER...ONE...TWO...THREE!!!

Cherry The winner of this match...Alex O'Rion!!!

Foxx: My God! Talk about pulling one out in the clutch!

Stone: That one superkick just saved Alex O'Rion's career!

Foxx: But here comes the calvery!

Mercutio and Syanide hit the ring but Alex immediately rolls under the ropes and jumps into the crowd to celebrate as the remaining members of HaVoc try to console a stunned Harlequin.

As we return to the interior of the arena, the lights suddenly flicker, before dimming down to almost darkness. Suddenly the giant screen above the entrance way begins to flicker, sending little pierces of light throughout the darkened arena. Very shortly, these flickers are replaced with white static. As the crowd begins to wonder just what exactly is happening, images begin to appear on the television screen. As the images appear, the voices of FMW announcers can be heard over the loudspeakers.

“Truly they are the greatest Tag-Team in the history of this business!”

The images that are flashing are of course those of the SoCal Connection. Shots of them winning Championship Gold are shown….

“They’ve done it! They’ve done it! The SoCal Connection are your FMW Tag-Team Champions!”

Shots o f them retaining their titles in the “Unlucky 13” match are then shown as well…

“SoCal is Victorious!”

Suddenly however, these visuals of success are replaced by other images, images of defeat.

“The British Lions have just defeated the SoCal Connection!”

“Cactus Sam and Chase are your new Tag Team Champions!”

“Sublime’s throat has been crushed!”

The images stop, the last image being one of Sublime, lying on the mat, blood pooling around his body. The crowd is forced to stare at that image for what seems like an eternity, before the screen returns to white fuzz. The sound of curiosity begins to build across the audience, as many find themselves wondering what is going on….

Man: So it seems that I now have your attention.

The crowd begins to scan the arena, trying to determine where that voice was coming from. It is soon revealed to them, as the lights return in the arena, and a lone figure is seen standing in the ring. It is not clear who this man is, he speaks with his head down, his face hidden by the brim of a black hat. He is dressed in all black actually, his other garments being a pair of black jeans, and a long black coat.

Kross: Who the fuck is this guy?

Rabbi: I can’t get a look at his face!

Man: They were great, weren’t they? The first ever FMW Tag Team Champions, the longest running Tag Team Champions, many called them the greatest Tag Team, not only in FMW History, but in Wrestling History.

The crowd cheers for SoCal’s accomplishments.

Man: But not me, I never called them that. I never called them the Greatest Team in FMW Histor…. I only called both of them family.

Rabbi: Family? What’s this guy talking about?

Kross: I think I might know who this guy is….

As Kross says that, the man tilts his head up, and removes his hat, revealing his face to the crowd. The crowd, upon seeing him, collectively gasps!

Rabbi: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!

Kross: IT’S KEIRAN HALYCON!!! HERE IN FMW!!!!!!

Kieran: However, it recently became apparent, that neither my brother, nor Sublime was worthy of such a title…. Which is why I was forced to do this…

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Rabbi: What the hell was that?

The figure, who is holding a chair, then jumps over the top rope and moves with lighting quickness towards Sublime. He pulls back the chair, but is seen at the last minute by Korran, who pulls Sublime out of the way, taking a chair directly to his face, which knocks him down to the canvas.

Kross: Who the hell is that???

After knocking Korran down to the mat, the man turns his attention towards Sublime. Sublime takes a swing at the man, but the man ducks, and puts a boot into the stomach of Sublime, sending him staggering backwards towards the ropes. The man then follows that by drilling Sublime’s head with the chair, knocking him out of the ring to the outside. The man then follows Sublime to the outside, where he begins to kick him in the side, repeatedly, causing Sublime to spit up blood.

Rabbi: Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?

Kross: There is a man with a mask on kicking the shit out of Sublime. Good enough?

Rabbi: Who is this guy?

Kross: I sure as hell ain’t asking.

Rabbi: He’s dragging Sublime this way, towards our announce table!

As the figure reaches the announce table, he hoists Sublime up onto his shoulders as the announcers look on in shock. With Sublime on his shoulders, he then turns towards the announce table, spins Sublime around and then falls to the ground, causing Sublime’s body to smash into the announce table, and his throat to hit right along the very edge!!!

Rabbi: MY GOD! HE JUST DROPPED SUBLIME’S THROAT RIGHT ONTO THE EDGE OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!! LOOK AT ALL THE BLOOD!

Sublime is laying almost motionless, blooding pooling around his body, as the figure stands over him. Suddenly from behind comes Korran Halycon, who leaps of the ring apron and drills the man with a forearm to the back of his neck, sending the man to the ground. The man however, quickly returns to his feet. As he does so, Korran reaches out his hand and grabs the man’s mask. He attempts to pull it up, and manages to get it partly off, barely enough to recognize the person behind the mask.

Korran: N…No….. It can’t be…. Not you…. No…

Kross: Who is it? I can’t see! His back it towards us!

The man quickly extends his foot towards Korran, hitting him directly in the groin. As Korran doubles over in agony, the man fixes his mask, he then quickly slides in behind Korran, and grabs him around the neck. Korran’s eyes go wide with horror as he gasps for air. Then, with one quick motion, the man jerk’s Korran’s head sideways, dropping him to the floor below.

Rabbi: I think he just broke Korran’s neck! Somebody get some God-Damn EMTS OUT HERE!!!!!!!

Rabbi: Kieran Halycon was the mystery attacker! He broke his own brother’s neck!!

The crowd begins to boo Kieran as they realize he was the one behind the brutal attacks on Sublime and his brother

Kieran: You see, I could no longer sit back and watch those two has-beens tarnish what little legacy they had left. Sublime, the stronger of the two, had become nothing but a 6 ft. tall, 225 pound pussy with legs. The Sublime I knew would have never done the shit that some people in this company asked of him. Sublime used to be a warrior, not a man who paraded around in a body cast, doing everything he could to get out of a match.

Rabbi: You’ve got to admit, that was pretty damn funny.

Kieran: And my brother, Korran. Where do I even begin with him. It’s no secret that not only was he the least talented wrestler of SoCal, but also the least talented wrestler to ever bare the name Halycon. Everyone knows that he was nothing without Sublime. As soon as he tried his hand at branching out as a singles wrestler, he failed miserably, and went crying back to his partner.

Kross: Kieran is right about that…

Kieran: He didn’t have the balls, or the talent to make it on his own. He had been reduced to nothing but a glorified jobber, and I will be damned if I’d let someone with the Halycon name be known as such. I could not sit by and let him ruin our family name which is why I made sure he never steps into an FMW ring again.

Rabbi: Korran was quite a sick individual, and I think I see where he got it from….

Kieran: Some of you may be asking yourself, “you’ve already killed the SoCal Connection Kieran, why did you come back here?”

Kross: I was just wondering the same thing…

Kieran: And the answer is this, because I want to do everything that my brother couldn’t. He couldn’t hold a Championship, he couldn’t fight without a partner, hell, he couldn’t even win a damn singles match, much less ever come close to holding a Singles’ Title. But not me, no, you see, I’m a proven singles superstar, a man who has won big matches, a man who knows what it takes to rise to the top, by any possible means. I’m a man who was born to be a champion, unlike Korran, who was born to be nothing more then a sidekick. So I’m putting FMW ON NOTICE. The Hero…

He smiles a dry, sarcastic smile,

Kieran: No, make that the villain, is he…..

Before he can finish his sentence, he is interrupted by music that announces the arrival of another FMW star. It is the music of one Jason Krow, who slowly saunters down to the ring, a smile on his face, and a microphone in his hand.

Kieran: Who the hell is this guy?

Krow: Who am I?

He climbs up on the apron and calmly enters the ring.

Krow: I’m a guy who didn’t have to resort to taking out two men when their backs were turned to make a name for myself! I beat 13 men, where it mattered, on top of a 20 foot hell in a cell to do that!!

The crowd pops for Krow.

Kieran: Give me a break kid, any moron could have beaten 13 BOTTOM-FEEDERS, that’s like shooting fish in a barrel, like taking candy from a baby, like whooping your ass when two hands and a leg tied behind my fucking back.

Krow moves towards Kieran…

Kieran: I’m not finished ass-wipe. You see while you took out 13 of FMW’s newest jobbers, I managed to do what no one else could ever do, what no team could ever do…

He pauses, looking at Krow square in the eyes.

Kieran: I’ll say this slow so you can understand….

I…..DESTROYED….THE…..SoCAL CONNECTION.

Did you get all of that? Or do I need to repeat it. I destroyed the SoCal Connection, I, singlehandedly rid this company of what many consider to be the Greatest Tag Team ever. So don’t come out here flaunting your pitiful achievements to me. Come back and see me when your something other than the king of the bottom feeders.

Krow stares at Kieran before breaking into a laugh.

Krow: You…you think I came out here to gloat about my accomplishments to you?? Wow, your even dumber than your brother was. You see, there is one reason, and one reason alone that I came out here…

Kieran: I’m sorry Krow, I’m not taking a sidekick right now….

Krow: And it wasn’t to chit-chat, it was to make another IMPACT!

As he says that, Krow drops the mic and spears Kieran to the mat. He mounts Kieran and begins to rain down punches onto his face. Kieran however, will have none of that, using his strength to push Krow off and return to his feet. Krow again charges at Kieran, who this time is ready for him, and sends Krow down to the mat with a brutal clothesline. Kieran then jumps up, and then drives his knee straight down onto the forehead of Krow

Rabbi: Somebody get some officials out here to break these guys up!

Kross: Let em go at each other, somebody needs to teach this prick Krow a lesson, and who better to do that then Kieran!

Kieran then mounts Krow, and begins delivering crushing right hands to the face of Krow. These do not last however, as he is quickly removed from Krow by several officials who rushed down the ramp and into the ring, separating the two men. Kieran doesn’t take lightly to this, and begins struggling with the officials, finally breaking free. Krow meanwhile has been forced to the outside, where he is held by several officials. Kieran sees this, and immediately sprints towards the ropes, as he nears them, he leaps and dives over the top rope, into Krow and the men that hold him!

Rabbi: SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE by Kieran!!!!!!!!!

Kross: Him and Krow are going after each other again! Exchanging right hands at ringside!

As they do this, more officials, this time accompanied by security guards rush down the ramp. Finally, after a few more seconds of chaos, they are able to restrain Kieran and Krow, who finally stop resisting, each apparently content with the damage done to the other man.

Larsen: Now we come to what many believe will be the most violent match of the night! Tonight FMW Owner and leader of Original Sin, Jaro, will be facing off against nemesis and one half of SPARTA, Nick Bryson! These two have been at each others throats for months.

Morpheus: Especially since the day the both won the FMW Ultraviolent Championship belt! Since then, The Living Legend and smartest man alive, Jaro, has tried to destroy the fool Nick Bryson and become the sole owner of the Ultraviolent Title! Tonight, in what I believe will be a non stop gorefest, Jaro will destroy Bryson and be known as the only Ultraviolent Champ! This two men as half champions crap is ridiculous!

Larsen: As much as I hate to agree with you, the titles being split in two has been ridiculous! But tonight, we shall finally crown One man as Champion! But I think you are selling Bryson short! He has dodged a lot of the bullets that Jaro and Original Sin have thrown at him! Tonight, he has made it his mission to take that title home for SPARTA and the Resistance! These men hate each other! And you fans will see plenty of examples of this!

The Arena goes pitch black as “Four Words to Choke” by Bullet for my Valentine blares on the PA. When the song reaches the guitar vocals, a large burst of Blue Pyro illuminates the arena and sends the crowd into a frenzy. Nick Bryson walks out of the curtain and walks straight to the ring. He walks around the ring, look under the apron to check on something, then climbs into the ring. He stands in a crotched fighting stance, waiting for his opponent.

Cherry: This match is for the FMW Ultraviolent Championship. This match will be fought under Ultraviolent rules and can only end in pinfall! Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in tonight at 245lbs. He is partial holder of the FMW Ultraviolent title and one half of SPARTA. This is NICK BRYSON!

Larsen: Nick Bryson is a man possessed!

“Mother” by Danzig blares on the PA. After a few moments, Jaro walks out and stands on the stage, holding a bag in his hands. He ignores Bryson and soaks in the boos from the crowd. He walks to the arena floor, but moves back as he sees Nick Bryson walk toward him, only for the ref to get in his way.

Larsen: I wonder what the hell is in that bag?

Morpheus: Probably something to do in Bryson later!

Cherry: And his opponent, hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 220lbs. He is the leader of Original Sin, Owner of FMW, and partial holder of the FMW Ultraviolent Title. This is JARO!

Jaro enters the ring and goes right after Nick Bryson. Both men stand in the middle of the ring trading right hands.

Larsen: And here we go! Both men are going toe to toe exchanging right hands. Jaro, stops the momentum with a thumb to the eye. He headbutts Bryson and throws him to the ropes. Clothsline…missed! Bryson with a Spear! And he starts laying into Jaro with right hands to the face!

Morpheus: Hey ref, Closed Fist! Check on that! That is blatant cheating!

Larsen: This is a no rules match, Morph!

Morpheus: It doesn’t mean there can’t be a little civility in the match, something Nick Bryson knows nothing about! He hit his own cousin with a pipe after all!

Larsen: That was low! And Bryson stops punching Jaro and drags him to the corner.

Bryson delivers three hard knife-edge chops to the chest of Jaro. He Irish Whips him to the corner, but Jaro reverses and whips Byson to the corner. Jaro comes in and hits Bryson with a clothsline, then takes him down with a bulldog.

Morpheus: Nice combination by Jaro to turn the momentum!

Larsen: And Jaro appears to be going to the outside. He throws in a chair! He is looking under the apron, and he drags out a Board of Barbed Wire! This is going to get bloody a lot more quickly than I thought!

As Jaro is about to go back into the ring, Nick Bryson hits Jaro with a Baseball slide that sends him to the Barricade. Bryson takes Jaro and gives him a snap suplex on the arena floor.

Morpheus: He is deliberately trying to kill the Boss! What did Jaro ever do to him?

Larsen: Are you kidding me?

Morpheus: No, I am dead serious!

Larsen: Anyway, Bryson just snap suplexed Jaro onto the floor. He is now looking under the ring for something! And he pulls out another Board of Barbed Wire! And a table with Lighttubes tied to it! He throws both items into the ring and picks up Jaro! Irish Whip into the Barricade! And Jaro hits the steel with great impact! Bryson comes at Jaro at full speed!

Bryson attempts to clothsline Jaro over the barricade, but Jaro lands a drop toe hold that sends Bryson’s face crashing into the steel barricade, causing a small gash in his right eye. Jaro gets up and picks Bryson up. He lifts him up and delivers a Hot Shot to Bryson, landing his throat on the steel barricade.

Larsen: Bryson’s right eye is cut open and he just got some damage done to his throat, courtesy of a Hot Shot by Jaro!

Morpheus: Shades of the late Eddie Gilbert there! And Jaro is starting to stomp on Bryson! He is going to punish him for his impudence!

Larsen: Jaro takes Bryson and whips him to the ring steps! DAMN! Jaro delivered a drop toe hold and Bryson went head first into the steps!

Morpheus: He is bleeding some more now! Jaro has got this taken care of!

Jaro lifts Bryson up and moves him toward the barbed wire board on the floor. He tries to lift up Bryson for a powerbomb, but Bryson blocks it. Jaro tries to throw a jab at Bryson, but he dodges. Bryson grabs Jaro and hits him with a T-Bone Suplex on the Barbed Wire Board.

Larsen: And Bryson plants Jaro with a T-Bone Suplex on the Board of Barbed Wire. Jaro is screaming in pain as he tries to get out! Bryson is using the barricade to help him get up! Jaro is finally free from the Barbed Wire!

Morpheus: And Bryson looks like he is going to kill the Boss! Somebody stop this crazed Fool! He is going to hurt somebody! Look at his eyes!

Bryson goes under the ring apron and finds a fork. He walks over to Jaro and places him in a camel clutch, then starts to strike at his exposed head with the fork!

Larsen: Oh my God! Bryson has Jaro in a Camel Clutch and is using the fork to punish Jaro!

Morpheus: Jaro is cut open! And that maniac keeps stabbing and digging that fork into the head of Jaro! I think I am getting sick!

Larsen: Bryson finally drops the fork and lets go of the hold, but the damage has been done! He drags Jaro to the corner and lifts him up! Open handed Chop! And another! And another!

Bryson runs to the opposite corner and runs toward Jaro, but Jaro counters with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face of Bryson. Bryson gets up slowly, but is taken down as Jaro finds the chair that Bryson threw in the ring earlier and throws it at him. Jaro slowly rolls to the outside and looks through the bag he brought with him to the ring.

Morpheus: What heart by Jaro! Countered Bryson’s charge, then used whatever was at his disposal! And Jaro is going through his bag! We’re finally going to see what he brought, Larsen! Maybe it’s the Banhammer!

Larsen: It doesn’t look like the Banhammer! Holy Shit! It’s a leather strap wrapped in Barbed Wire! What is Jaro going to do with that?

Jaro goes to the ring and sees Bryson crawling on the floor, desperately trying to get up. Jaro takes the strap and delivers a hard blow to the exposed back of Bryson and just as savagely rips the strap off his back. Blood begins to leak from the strap wounds.

Larsen: (subdued voice) Oh my God! Jaro just took that strap and smacked it across Bryson’s back! And then pulled it out when it got stuck!

Morpheus: A Leather strap is a lethal weapon! A Leather Strap with Barbed Wire? Double Lethal! And look at Jaro go to work on Bryson’s back! He hits him again! And one more time!

Larsen: This is disgusting and uncalled for!

Morpheus: This is a message, Larsen! Don’t mess with Original Sin, or else this happens to you!

Jaro hits Bryson once more across the back, then starts to pose to the crowd. Bryson is still trying to fight and slowly gets up, using the ropes to help him. Jaro sees this and tries to hit him with the Strap. Bryson dumps Jaro over the ropes and out of the ring with a backbody drop. Jaro lands hard on the arena floor and drops the Strap, which Bryson gleefully picks up.

Morpheus: Oh no! Don’t you even think about it, Bryson! Don’t you fucking even think about it!

Larsen: Do it, Nick! Do it!

Bryson sees Jaro trying to pick himself up using the barricade. Bryson walks up and hits Jaro right across the back with the Barbed Wire strap. Bryson continues his assault on Jaro, hitting him three more times across the back with the strap.

Morpheus: This is not an audtion for a Passion Play, Bryson! Quit whipping the Boss with that Strap!

Larsen: And Bryson is back in control! He takes the Barbed Wire Board and sets it up on the ring apron! He lifts Jaro up. He is attempting to suplex him into that Barbed Wire Board!

Bryson tries to suplex Jaro, but Jaro elbows him in the right eye, causing him to hold his eye and drop to the ground. Bryson gets up holding his eye, only to get nailed with a Spear through the Barbed Wire Board by Jaro.

Larsen: Amazing! Jaro just speared Bryson through that Barbed Wire Board! That move right there is a testament on how much these men despise one another! And Jaro is slowly rolling out of the Wire. He gets up and drags Bryson out with him!

Morpheus: Bryson still has some wire stuck to his back! Ouch! Not anymore!

Larsen: Jaro takes Bryson and Irish whips him into the corner! Jaro comes rushing in…Elbow Smash to Bryson, who is down! Jaro picks up the chair and places it on Bryson’s head between the second and first rope!

Morpheus: Ah, time for some sweet Con Chair to Music!

Jaro goes outside to grab another chair and starts mouthing off to the fans, confident that Bryson is down for the count! As Jaro taunts the crowd, Bryson gets the chair out of his face and starts to slowly stand up. Jaro sees him standing up and goes to hit him with the chair. Bryson dodges and the chair bounces off the ropes and nails Jaro in the head. Jaro goes down.

Morpheus: NO! What just happened?

Larsen: It is Bryson’s unrelenting will to persevere! And he is going up top!

Bryson climbs the ropes slowly. He reaches the top and delivers a 450 splash, but Jaro puts his knees up to block. Bryson lands and holds his stomach in agony. Jaro gets up slowly. He grabs Bryson and delivers a gutbuster, then holds him and delivers a double underhook backbreaker.

Morpheus: And Jaro was playing possum the whole time. And he has Bryson in a bad way now!

Larsen: Jaro goes over to Bryson. And he locks in the sharpshooter! He has him locked into the Sharpshooter!

Morpheus: While some may wonder why Jaro is doing this since this is a pinfalls only kind of match, he is brilliantly sapping Bryson’s strength in his back and stomach, while conserving his own! He has him locked real tight! I think the ref should just reward this match to Jaro right now!

Bryson tries to reach the ropes, but Jaro has him right in the middle of the ring. Bryson grabs Jaro’s foot and trips him, making Jaro release the hold. Jaro is furious and starts to stomp on Bryson.

Larsen: Bryson used his expert technical knowledge to break the hold! But Jaro is just wailing on him! Jaro whips him to the ropes!

Jaro attempts a spinning heel kick, but Bryson slides under the attempt. Jaro gets up from his missed attempt and runs at Bryson, who counters Jaro with a Running STO.

Morpheus: How is Bryson still in this match? How is it possible?

Larsen: Heart, Morpheus! All heart! Bryson gets up and places the barbed wire board in the center of the ring! He lifts up Jaro and slaps him hard across the face! He kicks him in the gut. Powerbomb attempt…no!

Bryson lifts up Jaro and delivers the Yokosuka Cutter on to the Barbed Wire Board, landing Jaro face first into the barbs.

Larsen: And Jaro is in the barbed wire again! Yokosuka Cutter by Bryson! He drags Jaro out! Ouch!

Morpheus: Hey, careful with the dragging out of Barbed Wire! He throws away more money than you will ever make in two lifetimes, Bryson! Show some respect!

Larsen: Cover by Bryson! 1…2…Kickout by Jaro!

Morpheus: Jaro has more Heart than Bryson! Bryson is going to have to do more than that to best him!

Larsen: Bryson goes and grabs the table with light tubes and sets it up outside! What is he going to do?

Morpheus: Hopefully hurl himself into it!

Larsen: Bryson drags Jaro to the ropes. He goes to the apron and tries to suplex Jaro into the table! Jaro blocks! He tries again! Jaro blocks again and starts to throw rights to Bryson’s head! Bryson blocks and headbutts Jaro in the head.

Bryson lifts up the staggered Jaro and hits a Falcon Arrow From the apron onto the Table with Lighttubes tied to it.

Larsen: Falcon Arrow from the Apron to that Table! Jaro’s back is shredded! And both men are down!

Morpheus: Get up, Jaro! Stop playing around with this chump!

Larsen: And Bryson gets up! The crowd is going wild for Nick Bryson! He face and back are a bloody mess!

Morpheus: You forgot to mention that he face was cut up! The people know that Bryson is ugly as sin anyway!

Larsen: Shut up! Bryson throws Jaro into the ring and follows him. Bryson lifts Jaro up and has him in the dragon sleeper! No wait! He is calling for the roll the dice!

Before Bryson can hit the move, Jaro blocks, turns him around and nails a lifted DDT on Bryson. Both men are down, exhausted from the fight.

Morpheus: Brilliant counter by Jaro! He is back in this thing!

Larsen: Both men are down and slow to get up after the hellacious beating they have given to each other!

At the corner of his eye, Larsen notices Celeste is walking down the apron and toward ringside.

Larsen: Celeste?

Morpheus: What the hell is she doing here? This is no place for a lady! Or a tramp! Or a woman, no matter what repute they are!

Celeste goes to the apron and starts cheering for Nick Bryson, trying to get the crowd to encourage to get up.

Larsen: She is rallying the fans around Nick Bryson!

Morpheus: That ungrateful…She is carrying Jaro’s child and she has the nerve to root against him? Get her out of there! For her safety and well being, and so Jaro doesn’t get distracted! And Bryson probably would hurt her too! He hurt his own cousin…

Larsen: Shut the hell up! Both men are on there knees and are facing each other! They start exchanging right hands! The blood is sprinkling around the ring from each right hand delievered! They are really laying them in! They are both getting to there feet, and they are still hammering away at one another!

Jaro stops the exchange with a thumb to the eye. He is about to run to the ropes, then notices Celeste is there. He walks toward her and asks her why she is there. Before she can say anything, Bryson hooks his arms and hits an X-Plex.

Larsen: Cover! 1…2…Kick out by Jaro! Bryson almost had it! Bryson picks up Jaro and tries to suplex him! Jaro flips out! Yakuza kick to the face of Bryson! Cover! 1…2…Bryson kicks out!

Morpheus: That was a slow count! Remember who pays you ref! His name isn’t David Stern, it’s Jaro!

Larsen: Jaro drags Bryson to the corner. He walks slowly to the opposite corner! What is he planning!

Before Jaro goes, he hears Celeste cheering for Bryson. Jaro sticks his head outside the ring and asks her what she thinks she is doing. Jaro looks furious.

Larsen: Jaro can’t seem to take his mind or his eyes off of Celeste!

Morpheus: Duh! The woman is carrying his child in this environment and is cheering his enemy on! I would order her gone or have security to do so!

Larsen: Jaro collects himself and runs toward Bryson! Bryson ducks! Alabama Slam! And he locks in the Cross Clutch! He has Jaro! He has him!

Morpheus: No he doesn’t! Come on Jaro, get out of this!

Jaro sees Celeste climb up the apron and cheer Bryson on! He becomes enraged and breaks the hold, using all of his strength to do so. Bryson gets up and grabs a chair to finish Jaro off. Bryson turns and sees that Jaro has dragged Celeste into the ring by her hair and has pulled the Banhammer out. Bryson is frozen solid, seeing that Celeste is in Jaro’s clutches.

Larsen: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SON A BITCH THINK HE IS DOING?

Morpheus: Language, Larsen! Language!

Jaro points at Bryson and tells him to drop the chair and points the Banhammer to the stomach of Celeste. Bryson looks on in horror as Jaro points the Hammer to her stomach and fakes the motion.

Larsen: He isn’t serious? Would he harm his own child, his own flesh and blood, just to win a match?

Morpheus: I don’t know what to say, honestly! This is perplexing!

Larsen: DON’T DO IT, JARO! THAT IS YOUR UNBORN BABY! He wouldn’t kill his own baby, would he?

Jaro motions to strike, when Bryson drops the chair. Jaro lets go of Celeste and she falls to the floor. Bryson runs and checks on her to make sure she is ok.

Larsen: And Bryson goes to see if Celeste is ok! That was a very close call for her! There is no telling what Jaro will do!

Morpheus: Well, he is about to win this match! If Bryson forgot, this thing is still going!

As Bryson gets up and gets nailed with the Banhammer by Jaro. Jaro than lifts him up and hits the Martyr Sauce on the Barbed Wire Board in the Ring.

Morpheus: BANHAMMER followed by The MARTYR SAUCE! COVER! 1…2…3! Jaro is your Undisputed Ultraviolent Champion!

Cherry: The winner of the Match, and the NEW AND UNDISPUTED FMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION! JARO!

Jaro (8.78 aps + 2.1 avs = 10.88 total)
Nick Bryson (8.3 aps + 1.7 avs = 10.0 total)

Larsen: What a sick way to win this match! Jaro knew Bryson was going to beat him, so that is why he had to resort to that pathetic excuse of a plan! I hope he is proud of himself, the sick sanctimonious son of a…

Morpheus: Watch your mouth about our boss, Larsen!

Larsen: I get fucking paid for my opinions, not to grease ass! That son of a bitch will get his soon! Very soon!

Jaro is slow to get up, but does as he grasps his championship belt. Blood is still flowing from his back and face as he wipes it off of his eyes to gaze upon his triumph. He sees Celeste crawling to Bryson to check on him and walks over and grabs her by the hair. The crowd starts to boo ferociously, some fighting security to get at Jaro.

Larsen: Somebody please stop him! Please, for the love of God, stop him!

Jaro gets his Banhammer out again and starts to taunt hitting Celeste in the stomach. He tells her that maybe, just for the fun of it, he will Banhammer the child to hell, just to see what she would do. Celeste pushes him away and puts her hands up to defend herself. Jaro, amused and strangely aroused, drops the hammer and starts to play defend himself.

Larsen: Is she defending herself? About time!

Morpheus: She isn’t going to do anything! She is always submissive! Soon she’ll come to her senses and go back to doing nothing!

Jaro continues to toy with her, then drops his hands and turns around laughing. He turns back around and Celeste Slaps the Taste Out of his mouth. The Slaps impact echos through out the arena. The crowd goes into a frenzy for Celeste.

Larsen: She slapped the Hell out of him? She Slapped the Hell out of Jaro! She actually stood up to him!

Morpheus: And he doesn’t look happy! She should have thought about the baby before she started slapping him!

Jaro turns to her, his arrogant face now in a blind rage. He walks toward her, but she stands her ground, hatred burning in her eyes. Jaro stops and looks in her face. The hate in her eyes. The emotion in her face. The aggression she showed. She fought back! Jaro smiles at her, almost as to say, “It’s about Time” and slowly rolls out of the ring. Celeste is in complete shock, but shakes out of it and goes to check on Nick Bryson.

Morpheus: What just happened here? For a second, it looked like Celeste was going to join the legions of people in Purgatory for slapping there men and having abortions! What was that all about?

Larsen: Jaro seemed…happy that she fought back! Was all the anguish and torture just to get her to fight back? Was threatening to hurt his own child his way to get her to defend herself? I don’t know what is going on?

The scene opens up backstage with Cynthia Adams and her camera crews as she stands outside the locker room. Given that there seems to be a shadow looming to her right, no doubt it would seem we are in for some form of interview.

Cynthia: This is Cynthia Adams of Full Metal Wrestling’s Anxiety. And right now, I’ve managed to catch up with the man who considers him self to be the top wrestler of Anxiety. Given the Abandoned Championship title he’s had slung over his shoulder for the last few months, one could say that the title does put truth to his words. But my question for the TyranT is this… do you think it’s a bit strange that the Original Sin, who are infamous for protecting the champions, should throw you in such a match where the deck has been ultimately stacked against you? To conquer an Elimination Chamber will certainly be no easy feat.

The camera pans out to reveal the old timer himself, standing clad in his wrestling attire with shades covering his eyes along with a nightstick spinning in his right hand. The Abandoned Championship Title noticeably hangs over his left shoulder as TyranT spits out to the side in a grotesque manner before pointing the nightstick at the screen whilst Cynthia holds the mic up for him.

TyranT: It’s a damn good question, but your guess is as good as mine as far as Ah’ can see. Ethan Black himself approached me, tellin’ me that an Elimination Chamber will go a long way for the shinin’ career of the TyranT, he told the TyranT that it would make him a legend like he is. Hell… if you remember… Ethan Black was pitted against five of the best in his time, all within the confines of the hellish Elimination Chamber! And he came out as number 1… Maybe the man figures Ah’m fully capable of doin’ the same. An’ hell… Ah’m inclined to agree with him…

Cynthia: But you are facing five other top stars of Anxiety. No one doubts that in a one on one fight, you’ve still got what it takes to go toe to toe against some of the best stars of FMW. But to face against potentially five superstars who… may I add… are all gunning for you. Don’t you think this one is beyond you? Not to mention how much younger the other opponents are compared to you…

TyranT: What yer’ tryna’ say?! Yer’ sayin’ Ah’m past mah’ prime?! That Ah’ ain’t got what it takes?!

Cynthia: N… no… well… yes… maybe… I’m just saying its going to be a lot of hard work for a man of your…*

TyranT: Ah’ve had many tests in mah’ time girly! Let’s not forget that mah’ time has survived three generations of the worlds best wrestlers. That’s three generations of experience! Many stars come an’ go, they get too old, get injured, die off or just can’t handle it… But the TyranT… He’s has out lasted them all! The TyranT has stood against the greatest test of them all… the test of time! So what’s another challenge to the TyranT? This dog ‘ere ain’t done yet to put it in simple terms girly. This is just another steppin’ stone to mah’ legacy! An’ Ah’ll be provin’ that tonight once again in Supremacy… Tonight!

Cynthia: But… five other men! All who have something personal against you in some way or another… Not to mention they all seek the Abandoned Championship gold, one of the most prized championships of the federation and especially Anxiety! How the hell can you compete against that? And who knows when you’ll be called out!

TyranT: Well there yer’ go! Who knows when Ah’ll get called out?! Me? Ah’ have a pretty good feelin’ that Ah’ll have a nice entry slot assigned for me. But regardless of whether Ah’m the first one in… or the last! Rest assured… Ah’ wont be leavin’ that ring tonight without the Abandoned Championship. It’s mah’ title… Ah’ earned it… An’ tonight Ah’m gonna prove it once an’ for all! So let me say one lil’ thing to Ethan Black before Ah’ go… ‘Cause Ah’ know he’s listenin’! Ah’d like to thank you for this great opportunity to become a legend in this federation! Ah’m ready and willin’ to go through hell to finally received the status Ah’ deserve. So Get it Straight… Punk!

And with the trademark line, TyranT moves out off screen, no doubt to get ready for the upcoming match, leaving Cynthia on her own who simply turned to the camera with a slight shrug.

Cynthia: Interesting words from an… interesting man? We can only wait and see how the whole thing will turn out when Michael James, Chris Austin, Peter Saint, Skyler Striker, Adrian & TyranT face off in the Elimination Chamber. Don’t go away… I mean it…



Rabbi: Hello once again to Supremacy! You’re here with the best commentary team in the entire federation!

Kross: Goes without sayin’ from all the fan mail I get. Hell… I can’t even open my door cause of all the mail blocking it. It’s a pain in the ass… You guys have go to stop sendin’ me shit! I know you all love me… but I couldn’t give a flyin’ fuck about you so cut it out!

Rabbi: As I was going to say… we’re going to be taking you on a ride today. Because coming up next… courtesy of Anxiety is a match that pits some of our very best superstars into one ring… in one Elimination Chamber!

Kross: As always the stakes are as high as Trey Spruance with the Abandoned Championship being on the line. Six Anxiety Stars are entering… but only one can leave with the bling!

Rabbi: Could it be Chris Austin? The young newcomer who has certainly made an impact here since his debut. Michael James? Who has recently been gaining great momentum and support from the fans since he broke away from Calvin Xavier. Perhaps Skyler Striker? Whose been long overdue from such an opportunity given his amazing win record. Peter Saint? Given the reason of odds is due to pick up a championship title to call his own. Could it be Adrian? Who has been hungry for a long time for such an opportunity to finally make everyone realise just how dangerous he is. Or will TyranT manage to retain? Despite all that’s against him…

Kross: Oh c’mon! Everyone knows TyranT’s the last entry into this match. This is Original Sin we’re talking about! It’s gonna be Chris Austin, Michael James startin’ it off… Then Striker… Then Saint… Then Adrian and then last but not least… TyranT… who’ll only have to push over whoever’s left given what these men will be fighting for.

Rabbi: I see your logic… but nothing is ever certain.

Kross: Except for me of course.

RZA’s ‘Fatal’ explodes over the P.A at high volume. The arena darkens as the crowd go absolutely ballistic knowing the Elimination Chamber is about to begin. The ring itself has already been set up, with the massive dome like cage having been lowered upon it with each cell waiting for each of the wrestlers. The lights begin to pulsate as Chris Austin comes into view from behind the curtain to a wave of cheering. The man looks straight ahead at the ring, looking in awe at the Elimination Chamber before him. Chris Austin then begins to head down, playing for the crowd as he makes his way down to the chamber, tagging hands before he slips into the cage were a ref points him to one of the cells to be locked in.

Rabbi: Chris Austin has been a very impressive wrestler since coming to our brand.

Kross: Fair to say I guess… But can the rookie really pick up the victories when it really counts? You only have to look at his last match against the TyranT for a place in Mt. V! This has got to be his biggest match ever… and I can’t help but think this might be beyond him. I wouldn’t be shocked if he was the first out. And I certainly don’t think anyone will miss him either! Me on the other hand… well now that’s a totally different story…

Rabbi: I wouldn’t be so sure. One defeat won’t be enough to damped this guys spirits. So he lost his last match… big deal… all wrestlers lose matches as they all find out the hard way. What you have to remember is that the kid was facing TyranT, and even then he gave the old timer one hell of a run for his money. And that guy is the Abandoned Champion so it takes something to give him a fight of his life. Chris Austin has got as much of a chance as anyone as far as I’m concerned.

Kross: Pfft!

King Crimson’s ‘RED’ hits the P.A next. The entire arena is basked in a crimson light as soon enough, Adrian himself appears to the rage of the crowd. He completely ignores them, slowly making his way down to the ramp as he wears the infamous robe he is clad in just before he gets ready to compete in the ring. Some crowd members even throw items towards him, plastic cups and bits of rubbish but none of it manages to hit the man who is un-phased, walking towards the ring. Soon enough he too is in the Elimination Chamber, going to his cell before he crouches down and awaits, almost like some form of gargoyle.

Kross: Now there’s a scary man! My money is on that guy!

Rabbi: There is no denying that Adrian is one of the stronger challengers to this match tonight. This individual was one of the only people in recent shows to go one on one against John Derrick and fight him to a stalemate! Where Mortus had two other men to give him victory, Adrian had only himself when he fought the man in one hell of a bloodbath. He’s no doubt one of the favourites to win having the backing of Original Sin and Ethan Black himself. Not to mention that he too holds a grudge against his comrade after what occurred on Deathrow. One can only wonder if the two of them will even be capable of working together.

Kross: I bet TyranT’s still shitting bits of card even to this day.

”For the love of God” by Steve Vai Hits the PA next on the list as the crowd go wild for the second face superstar to make his appearance. Peter Saint soon appears on cue to his music, his entrance very no nonsense as he makes his way to the ring, holding focus in his eyes before the man reaches the ring and gets into his allotted cell, watching as it closes behind him, leaving him waiting like Austin and Adrian for the match to begin.

Rabbi: Saint looks especially focused tonight! He’s a man on a mission…

Kross: No shit! I think every fucker is on a mission tonight Rabbi. Are you always reading off those generic commentary advise cards? What did I tell you about them? Don’t even look at them, we’re suppose to be the best… just freestyle your commentaries like I do baby…

Rabbi: But… my cards… I… I need them… I lose confidence when I freestyle…

”Everyone knows” by Leonard Cohen is next to play, leaving the crowd cheering as Michael James slips from behind the curtain into view. He looks especially determined tonight, but quite surprised at the high response he’s getting from the crowd which has grown over the last few shows. He makes his way down to the chamber, entering into the cell assigned for him. He then sits down in the corner, keeping his head down as he folds his arms as the cell closes, only having to await until his cell opens when the match is underway.

Kross: I bet James’ is used to cells by now. He shouldn’t get too comfortable, I don’t see him going on much longer then Austin. I know a lot of people have put some money out on him going out first. Should be fun to see him get his ass handed to him by the true talents of the match… two of which are already in there.

Rabbi: I wouldn’t dare jump the gun on Michael James like that. No one believed he had what it took to win the Baltimore Prison match! He’s made quite the name for himself since… and stormed straight in for a place at Mt. V soon after it. Just listen to the crowd, they’ve never been behind Michael James like this before, and he’s using this new found energy to really push himself forward. So I certainly wouldn’t count this man out… he has the potential, and I have a feeling we will see good things from him tonight just like everyone else.

Decyfer Down’s “Break Free” explodes over the PA system as the crowd crank up the volume for Skyler Striker. A few flashes of spotlights later and the man himself appeared upon the ramp, his head down, he then lifts his head up, taking his usual crusader like pose before he makes his way down to the ring, playing it up just a little for the screaming fans before he enters the ring to take his place in one of the two remaining open cells.

Kross: I hate that guy!

Rabbi: But the fans love him. There is no denying that Striker has got to be one of the biggest stars in this federation. His win record is just out of this world, his actions always speak louder then words. The man in my opinion is a young FMW legend in the making. I think if anyone is capable of besting the Original Sin members tonight. Its this man… and so forth I’m putting my money on Striker

Kross: Whatever… I still hate the guy.

”Symphony of Destruction” by MegaDeth is the last of the songs to play for the entrances of this match, causing an uproar from the fans watching. TyranT soon appears with his no nonsense entrance, spinning the nightstick before he stops at mid ramp to hold up the Abandoned Championship belt he holds, inaudibly trash talking at the other wrestlers locked in their cells. When TyranT enters the ring, he takes a moment to walk around each cell, mockingly tapping at each of them to try and aggravate some of the competition before he lets his title be taken, taking his place in the final cell.

Rabbi: The champion himself. Before Deathrow, not a single person would have guessed the old timer would make it all the way to the finals to win the Abandoned Tournament. He’s managed to cement his name in history as the first ever Abandoned Champion… but is he really up to the task to cement his name as a legend as Ethan Black claims he is capable of?

Kross: I don’t care… I just love the guy. He’s so un-cool that he’s actually cool. Did you see that interview earlier? It was as oldschool as hell! There just isn’t enough old time guys like him in the federation… especially such old timers who still have it!

Rabbi: I’m actually inclined to agree to some extent, as TyranT despite his age still seems to be quite the contender in this federation as his championship belt will attest to. Although a successful wrestler in the past generations, I don’t think he’s seen quite as much success as he has since coming to the FMW. But can the man really keep hold of that belt against such strong completion? We’ll have to see… But it looks like the ref is just about ready to begin the match.

The bell rings before the lights darken as the crowd go absolutely nuts realizing the match has begun. Spotlights flash over each of the cells randomly, showing the wrestlers as only silhouettes in the darkness whilst a selection is made for the first two wrestlers. After about ten seconds… the lights finally come to a stop, keeping two cells lit up and the rest in darkness. The lights then turn back to normal as the crowd roar out in delight at the first two wrestlers that have been selected, as the first cells are opened to unleashed the first two wrestlers to start things off.

Kross: Holy Shit! Look upon the mans expression… TyranT cannot believe it! His cell has been opened!

Rabbi:And look at the smile on Striker’s face as his cell is being opened! He’s pointing at the TyranT, he wants him more then anyone in this match… and it looks like he’s going to get his chance right now at the beginning of the match!

Kross: What the fuck?! Why is TyranT’s cell open first?! The fat bastard is with Original Sin! This doesn’t make any sense at all! M… maybe Adrian is out next! That has got to be it!

Rabbi: Striker is in the ring now, he’s calling out TyranT! But TyranT is hesitant, he still hasn’t even left his cell yet! He is still stunned over the fact that he’s been called to arms first along side of his old time rival here in the FMW!

Kross: TyranT’s still got that nightstick in his hands. This match is pinfalls and submissions only, so what’s stopping him going in there and beating the crap out of him? It’s anything goes… bitch!

Rabbi: I think TyranT must have heard you, because he’s moving in now, that nightstick clutched tightly in his hands. Both men are in the ring, Striker is circling the TyranT, no doubt a little hesitant as TyranT spins that nightstick, daring Striker to come at him… we haven’t seen these two go at each other since Anxiety 5.2! The revisit to this confrontation is long overdue!

Kross: Yeah! And TyranT owned Striker at 5.2!

Rabbi: Ahh… But Striker owned TyranT at Ultimatum before that!

Kross: Touché

Rabbi: And things are finally under way! TyranT going for a heavy swing with that nightstick! Striker has made TyranT really look his age with an easy evasion! And a kick to the back of TyranT’s leg as the big man down on one knee! Just look at the speed of Striker, he can move fast!

Kross: Striker at the ropes! He’s turnin’ squirrel man on TyranT’s ass with a springboard attempt! Ooooh! I don’t know what Striker was going for… but TyranT cut the man down in mid flip with a nightstick shot to his centre! Now Striker is down on the ground after a nasty fall… Hell yeah! Take that you son of a bitch!

Rabbi: Striker is down and in pain. It seems he underestimated the speed of the TyranT which while not flashy was still enough for a solid counter so early on. It’s more or less the endurance of the Enforcer that you have to look out for. Since coming here, we’ve seen TyranT soak up a lot of damage and still press on.

Kross: In a rare act of Strikers defence I’m gonna put straight to you… to Striker’s benefit, the man doesn’t lose! So who gives a shit about what you can take and dish out? No doubt the punk ass bitch will be looking for long overdue vengeance havin’ his perfect win record shattered by TyranT all that time ago.

Rabbi: It might not happen though… TyranT is going for an early pin fall… Wait!… A roll up from Striker! The nightstick has flew from TyranT’s hand, he can’t get out!

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Kross: A flick out! But only just by the skin of his flab!

Rabbi: We could have had a guaranteed new champion right there if TyranT crashed out!

Kross: Lets not beat around the bush Rabbi! We know who’s not winning this match… And that’s TyranT nor Skyler Striker! With them being in first… its doomsday for them…

The nightstick shot still has Striker stunned as TyranT takes advantage, grabbing Striker by the neck as he lifts him straight up to his feet. TyranT then grasps at one of Striker’s thighs before he lifts the man straight upwards into a press above his head. The Georgian then suddenly drops downwards to one knee, throwing Striker side first against his knee as the man shouts out in agony from the backbreaker. TyranT gets to his feet, wiping some developed sweat from his forehead as he raises his arms to the rueful crowd, getting a negative reaction he simply laughs at.

Kross: Alright… was that awesome? Please tell me that was awesome!

Rabbi: That’s a move TyranT hasn’t done in years of his career! But you can clearly see why given that the man looks a little worn out already having pulled off such a move! A big mistake given that four other men are yet to enter a ring… three of them especially having something against him. TyranT simply isn’t as young or as strong as he used to be… But it seems to have put a world of hurt upon Striker! So it didn’t come without its own rewards

Kross: TyranT’s pickin him up again! What’s he going for this time?

Rabbi: No, Striker is battling back! Several kicks to the midsection and he’s got TyranT stunned! He’s going towards the ropes! TyranT looks dazed!

Kross: Striker’s jumped up to bring TyranT down! But it ain’t enough! The big man has caught him in mid air! Sidewalk slam… out of nowhere!

Rabbi: No!… No fuck you Kross!

Kross: What? Jew’s can’t say that! What the hell is your problem?

Rabbi: Last time I said out of nowhere you gave me an ear full of shit. So I’m getting you back now… That move didn’t come out of nowhere! It clearly came from TyranT who had every intention of landing the counter! Are…. Are you reading from those commentary advise cards? Is that cards you have in your hand despite what you just told me?!

Kross: What?… Uuhh… no… no of course I ain’t bitch!… I’m freestylin!

Rabbi: Forget it… Last time I ever listen to you… TyranT is making sure he stays on top of this one. He’s stomping at Striker whilst he’s down… but… wait!… The lights just went out ladies and gentlemen.

Kross: I think they can see that you fuckin’ jew!

Rabbi: The next superstar is about to make his entrance! If its what I am thinking… we could be seeing Adrian right here to come in and assist the TyranT!

As TyranT continues to work upon Striker, the lights dim down as the crowd roar out knowing a new entry is about to come to fruition, TyranT stands tall, looking upon Adrian as the man remains crouched down, staring downwards in a world of his own. The next cell lights up, but to TyranT’s surprise it is not Adrian’s… Suddenly Michael James is in the ring, and to the delight of the crowd, he blind sides TyranT, grabbing the man in a headlock before nailing in a face buster into the centre of the ring..

Rabbi: Michael James is in! This means nothing but trouble for the TyranT! Its essentially two men against one now! James is really taking it to the TyranT, he’s just hitting the guy with closed fists whilst TyranT’s down trying to regain his bearings!

Kross: He’s beating TyranT as if the man has raped his mama! I’ve never seen anyone enter the ring so fast!

Rabbi: Striker is back up to his feet now, James has really done him quite a favour. And both men are lifting the big veteran up to his feet. They didn’t even acknowledge each other; Striker and James are simply teaming up as if it was just a natural thing to do.

Kross: Both men are getting behind TyranT. I think the pants are coming down! I sense a raping!

Rabbi: Will you shut the hell up! That’s twice you’ve mentioned raping! They are just setting TyranT up for a double team backdrop! Though TyranT weights a hefty 315lbs, two men should have no troubles! And they landed it! The ring shook from the impact! TyranT literally bounced off the mat from that one!

Kross: I bet that’s what they do to the girls to stun them before they gang ra…. Oww! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Rabbi: No! You’re ruining the match! So shut your fucking ass up or next time I’ll throw a fucking brick in your face you fucking cocksucker!

Kross: Jewish bitch… I’ll fuckin beat your ass down right here right now! If you were any other man… hell I would have killed you were you sat! That and you punch like a girl!

Rabbi: Damn it man!

Kross: Both men are giving TyranT one hell of a beat down! James has TyranT set up for some form of german suplex! He ain’t never gonna lift all that ass over his head!

Rabbi: What the hell are they planning?! James is shouting out in determination as he’s lifting TyranT! Striker is off the ropes! A german suplex, flipping neckbreaker combination on the veteran! What is such a move called? German Neckbreaker?

Kross: TyranT is face down after that devastating move! He is seriously in trouble! He just can’t face up against two at once! James and Striker want to get him out as early as possible! And here is a cover from James! Striker is allowing it! We could have a new Abandoned Champion tonight in this very ring!

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Rabbi: Damn! Once again with that shoulder up in the nick of time! It may have bought the veteran a few more moments as the champion. But it’s also earned him one hell of a number of stomps from both Skyler and Michael.

Kross: Save yourself the trouble TyranT. Let your fat ass be pinned!

Rabbi: The lights are dimming! There could still be hope for the man depending in what mood Adrian is in when he is released right now!

Striker continues to pummel at TyranT to keep the man down whilst James moves towards Adrian’s cell, cracking his knuckles as he seems to hold equal rage against the other Original Sin member. The lights flash over each cell as Adrian remains motionless. A cell lights up… and the crowd roar out in cheers as Michael James turns around, seeing Peter Saint’s cell opening up as the man confidently walks out to join up with James and Striker in putting down the Abandoned Champion.

Kross: Fuck! There is no hope for Ty now! The man should just lie down with a white flag up!

Rabbi: And good riddance is all I can say! This man has had this coming to him for a very long time! Peter Saint and James are dragging TyranT up to his feet, landing in some combination of strikes between them to keep him dazed… Skyler is climbing the turnbuckle! He’s going high risk!

Kross: Off he jumps! But no! TyranT somehow managed to shove Saint in the way! Skyler has crashed down onto Peter Saint! And a lowblow from TyranT to James! He’s broke free! But where the fuck is he suppose to go?! He’s at the far side of the ring, but he can’t get out! The fat bastards locked in there with all three men!

Rabbi: Wait… what is he doing? He’s pulled out a pair of handcuffs… He’s… he’s cuffing himself to the top rope! What the hell?! Now he’s just put himself even more in the shit! Michael James has descended upon him whilst Striker is getting to his feet!

Kross: Michael James with a dropkick to the back of TyranT’s head! The man is… oooohhhh! TyranT is one cunning little shit…

Rabbi: TyranT’s arm is hanging from the ropes as he’s slumped down. That sly hick bastard! With his wrist cuffed to the top rope his shoulder can’t reach the mat surface!

Kross: That’s some fucking good thinking right there! James is trying to remove the cuffs! But he can’t!

Rabbi: Peter Saint! Peter Saint just attacked Striker from behind who was about to come and assist James! Striker doesn’t even know what hit him and already Saint is laying into Striker with multiple strikes and now a solid German suplex! He must have thought the attack just now was intentional!

Kross: Yes! This is what I want to see! Fuckin’ Spock and Kurk going at it! Kurk is tryna reason! But Spock won’t fuckin’ have it! Spock has got Kurk! Arm drag! Kurk is tryna shoot up to his feet but has been met by a dropkick from Spock!

Rabbi: I don’t think Peter Saint will take too lightly to you calling him Spock…

Kross: What? So I can still call Striker Kurk?

Rabbi: Kurk… I mean… Striker has no choice but to fight back as both he and Spock… Ah fuck! Kross you bastard!…

Kross: Saint and Striker are going at it! Trading each other strike for strike now, but Saint is cleary getting the upper hand having shocked Striker with that german suplex just earlier! I guess all that tension between them isn’t as diminished as we all thought!

Rabbi: Four men are in the ring! Michael James is still taking it to the TyranT who hasn’t done himself much favour by cuffing himself to the ropes! James is even using the ropes against TyranT, pressing his knee against the back of his neck and using the bottom rope to strangle the champion! And the ref can’t do a damn thing about it!

Kross: Spring board leg lariat from Peter Saint has put Striker down! Already the guy is back on the turnbuckle moving at some speed! And a moonsault!

Rabbi: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Saint use such a move! Impressive skills! And he’s crashed right down on Striker who is no doubt starting to be really worn down! We have yet to see any elimination as of yet. But Striker and TyranT must be feeling it by now! James is still taking the fight to TyranT booting at the man whilst he’s down whilst also trying to remove those cuffs! Look! Saint is getting Striker up! I can’t believe this! He’s… he’s setting up his own partner for the Miracle DDT! There is mixed reactions coming from the crowd! This could be it for Skyler Striker!

The lights dim once more. The last two cells being randomly lit up and darkened, as the next entry is due to make an appearance. The lights flash on as a cell is selected… and loud pop from the crowd signals for the entrance of the new kid on the block. Chris Austin is quick to rush into the ring as Saint sets Striker up for his finishing move. Saint notices Austin coming right at him and quickly released Striker to go for the youngster, seeing his intent. But Austin simply evades a clumsy clothesline attempt before landing the San Jose Smackdown upon Saint, laying him out on the mat.

Kross: No way!

Rabbi: Chris Austin has completely planted Saint down! Where the hell did Austin come from with such a move so early in his entrance? He’s going for the cover!

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[Peter Saint has been eliminated by Chris Austin]

Rabbi: Peter Saint has been eliminated! Chris Austin took the man completely off guard! Peter Saint’s hopes and dreams of being a champion have once more been crushed! But by the most unlikely wrestler anyone would have expected! Peter Saint is out of here! Chris Austin is looking strong!

Kross: Who the fuck is Austin with anyway?! Now he’s looking to take out Michael James! This guy got a death wish?!

Rabbi: Chris Austin has only one thing in mind! The Abandoned Championship Title! There are no real allies in this match and so Chris Austin is looking to take out the competition like everyone should have been doing! He’s not with the Resistance or the Original Sin after all…

Kross: Michael James is onto him though! He’s moved out of the way of a Decapitator attempt! Only for TyranT to take the full force of the attack! The man has been sent over the ropes to the steel grid outside! And the cuffs have broke from his fat ass weight! Fancy that! And the man is bleeding! His forehead has been cut open from the strike! Blood is pouring down half his face; TyranT is crawling away from the ring, trying to use the cage to get back to his feet! What a pathetic sight!

Rabbi: I bet James would love to capitalize! But now he and Austin are fighting it out! There is no forgetting what happened last time these two went toe to toe. I bet James wants sweet vengeance for his defeat at Austin’s hands some weeks ago!

Kross: But James is getting the upper hand! The guy is fuelled as hell tonight! And he’s driving Austin back to the centre of the ring! But Striker is back up! The son of a bitch has clotheslined both men down to the mat!

Rabbi: It looks like he wants Austin for vengeance over his partners elimination. I don’t see why though… Saint tried to get rid of Striker! That or Striker just feels up for taking on the young up and comer.

Kross: If you’ve been keeping up to date. You’ll know that Striker and Austin have verbally been back and forth at each other prior to Supremacy! But you know what?… I don’t mind telling you this shit. All it does is prove how better I am at my job then you!

Rabbi: Skyler Striker landing a Crucifix Sitout Facebuster upon the Rookie! And yes… I had to read that one from the card here… I don’t know the names of any of Striker’s or Austin’s moves! Both of them are crazy innovators! But it looks like Striker is slowly getting the best of… ooh! But now Michael James is taking his sweet vengeance with a dropkick to the side of Strikers head! But what is the man doing now?!

Kross: Kross is climbing the turnbuckle!

Rabbi: Don’t you mean Michael James?

Kross: Shit yeah… where the hell did that come from? I was just thinking of myself for a moment then.

Rabbi: I was wondering what that fast beating tap was against the bottom of the desk…

Kross: Hey fuck you! Both my hands are on the desk!

Rabbi: Yeah only now that I mentioned it… Anyway… with both Striker and Austin laid out in the middle of the ring… I think I know what James has in mind, but who is he going to get with a choice of two wrestlers below him?! Shooting Star Leg drop! Fuck! He managed to get that leg across both Striker and Austin! Both men are down! And James is looking to go for a cover… The lights are dimming… James is on his feet… he’s looking to the last cell! What the hell is the man thinking?! He could have got rid of Striker or Austin from the match!

Kross: Fuck knows… James seems to have it in for the Original Sin tonight… I heard a vicious rumour that they attacked him backstage or something. And it looks like Adrian is finally about to make his entrance!

Rabbi: TyranT in first?… Adrian in last?… Do I sense some treachery from Ethan Black?! Surely something is amiss in this whole thing.

Kross: Who gives a flying fuck! Things are finally getting interesting!

Rabbi: Adrian will be the last man to enter! Five men remain! Only Peter Saint has been eliminated thus far…

Adrian slowly stands to his feet as the last cell opens up. Michael James waits in the ring for Adrian who lets his robe fall from his shoulders before entering the ring, making for quite an intimidating sight. The two men rush for each other, but with Adrian being the fresh man, he managed to get the better of the charge, jumping straight at James, planting him down to the mat as he straddles over him, beginning to punch and slash at the man, quickly beginning to make James bleed.

Kross: Painted Red! Adrian is painting James red! The man is already bleeding from the vicious attack! He can’t get from under him!

Rabbi: Chris Austin is slowly getting up to his feet… He’s got his eyes on TyranT who has spent too long outside of the ring, no doubt recovering! Chris Austin, rushing forward! What the hell is he thinking?! He’s on the ropes! Psyko Crusher right into TyranT against that steel cage dome! TyranT is back down again and Austin is taking it to the old timer!

Kross: Adrian is bleeding! Michael James managed to reach that nightstick on the mat by his side! Wham! He just managed to smash Adrian across the face again with it! And now Adrian is coughing up blood, he’s had to get off James to prevent even more damage!

Rabbi: Striker is slowly bringing himself up to his feet!… He looks hurt! And Michael looks like he’s going to take advantage of that! Backhand chop!… Another!… He’s driving Striker back against the ropes! An Irish Whip! What’s James looking for?! Clotheline attempt! But Striker telegraphed it! For Love Striker just hit For Love on Michael James!

Kross: Down to hell straight after it on the downed Michael James and Striker from Adrian! Striker is being pulled off from Michael James! He’s slumped down against the ring! Adrian wants to pin Michael James though!…

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[Michael James has been eliminated by Adrian]

Rabbi: Michael James is gone!

Kross: Tactical elimination right there if you ask me! Michael James was a fresher man and was on a roll. Adrian must figure that Skyler will be an easier man to beat having been in for so long and having been on the receiving end of some punishment!

Rabbi: Chris Austin is slamming TyranT’s head against the steel cage outside the ring. TyranT doesn’t even know what’s hitting him! The crowd are going nuts! But wait… TyranT with a sudden come back! He’s grabbed Austin around the torso, trapping his arms at his sides in a vicious bearhug! Whoa! The man just lifted Austin up over his shoulder with great speed, ramming him face first against the steel cage behind him! With his arms trapped the man couldn’t even defend himself!

Kross: That’s TyranT for yer. Just when you think you got him, turns out he’s just leadin’ you right where he wants you!

Rabbi: Blood is pouring from Chris Austin’s forehead, and TyranT’s sluggishly picking him up and tossing him into the ring!

Kross: Adrian has that nightstick! And he’s picking up Striker! He’s got him set up for a DDT! He’s gonna plant his bitch ass face on that nightstick! Wait… No… He’s setting him up for a suplex!

Rabbi: Comatose! Adrian just landed the Comatose on Striker! His head slammed against that nightstick! It’s lights out for Skyler Striker! Adrian is going for his second elimination with a pinfall attempt!

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Kross: Fucking hell! Why is that man not dead yet! How did he find the energy to flick out! He’s suppose to be out cold!

Rabbi: There is too much on the line for him to be out cold Kross… Adrian doesn’t seem too concerned as he knows the damage has still been done! But now Adrian has his sights on Chris Austin and TyranT! TyranT has Chris Austin in a full nelson, he’s calling to Adrian! I sense a double team from the Original Sin members!

Kross: Adrian is up! Austin is dead on his feet in TyranT’s grasp! BC Pride! Fuck! Austin moved out of the way! It hit TyranT! The champion is down on the ground! Anyone could pin him right now!

Rabbi: But Austin is coming for Adrian seeing him as the immediate threat! Spinning Savate kick! The edge of Austin’s boot caught Adrian just above the eye! And now… All four men are bleeding! Adrian is back up! He looks pissed off as hell now! But Austin takes him straight back down with a gut kicked followed straight by a L.A.X! Chris Austin is on fire!

Kross: Not literally…

Rabbi: Striker is climbing up to his feet! He has blood down half his face from a cut on his forehead left by that sickening impact on the nightstick! Austin has spotted him… and he’s showing no mercy to anyone! Austin is off the ropes! He’s hit his Ace of Spades on Striker, putting the man straight back down again! Now TyranT’s up!

Chris Austin plants the champion straight back down to the mat with striking combination known as the Rush of Radicality, quickly turning in time to see Adrian trying to blindside him as he ducks a clothesline attempt before jumping up behind Adrian to drop kick him out of the ring. Striker is up on his knees in the centre of the ring, slowly shifting to one knee as he tries to get up to his feet. Chris Austin see’s this and quickly rushes into the ropes, running past Striker to get behind him as he hits the other ropes, looking for something big. However the man is suddenly intercepted by the champion…

Kross: TyranT! TyranT intercepted Austin with a TyranT Slam! He’s going for the cover!

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[Chris Austin has been eliminated by TyranT]

Rabbi: TyranT used Austin’s momentum against him! He didn’t have to do much work to put the young star down! Just when Austin was on a fantastic run as well! And now his hopes have been crushed by the sinister TyranT!

Kross: Adrian is back in the ring now! And he’s approaching TyranT! Look at the look in his eyes as TyranT clumsily gets up to his feet, the guy is fucked beyond reason! And Adrian is leaving him! He’s moving onto Striker despite that cold hearted glare he gave to the champion.

Rabbi: With two Original Sin members in the ring and one Resistance. It makes sense for Adrian! He can work with the weakened TyranT to finish off Striker, and finish the champion off when he’s done! This is a no lose situation!

Kross: Heh! I told you my money was on Adrian!

Rabbi: No! Adrian with a shocking BC Pride! But no! TyranT ducked it! And the veteran is quickly backing away from Adrian who is advancing upon him!

Kross: No doubt Deathrow is coming to mind!

Rabbi: Adrian is punching at TyranT, driving him into the corner! The man is bleeding from his busted open face as he can hardly trade back the punches! Adrian is dragging TyranT from the corner! And here is Striker! Ploughing both men into the corner with an amazing missile drop kick to Adrian’s back! TyranT has slumped down into the corner! Adrian doesn’t seem to have taken much damage! He’s jumped up to the top rope just above TyranT! Striker is still sluggishly getting up to his feet!

Kross: Adrian’s place is up on that turnbuckle!

Rabbi: A jumping hurricarana! He’s taken Striker right down! But he’s still got his legs around him! He’s punching the shit out of Striker! He’s painting him red!

Kross: C’mon Adrian! It was only a few weeks ago I was tellin’ you about the dark side baby! This man is all dark side!

Rabbi: He seems content with the damage… Adrian is off the man! Blood is all over the centre of the mat! He’s going up that turnbuckle again! But here comes TyranT!

Kross: TyranT wants revenge for the betrayal! He’s looking to fuck Adrian up! But Adrian’s off the turnbuckle! A amazing high impact cross body on the champion! He’s brought him straight down!

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Rabbi: Damn! Once again with that shoulder up! TyranT doesn’t want to lose his title!

Kross: Adrian is climbing to his feet. The man is fumin’! The longer he’s been set lose the more enraged he becomes!

Rabbi: He’s slowly pulling TyranT up… But look! TyranT’s got that nightstick in his hands, he picked up the bloodied nightstick and Adrian hasn’t even noticed! Low blow! A low blow to Adrian with the nightstick! But TyranT is back down on the ground again and Adrian is backing off to the corner stunned! Striker is coming around once more… he can see Adrian is in prime position! A shoulder tackle has forced Adrian stomach first against the turnbuckle! And Skyler is setting the man up for something!

Striker lifts Adrian up to the turnbuckle, striking him a good few times to keep him dazed. He then sets him up for an unprettier, shouting out as the crowd roar out in approval. He then lands in the Skyler High Dive II, letting Adrian crash down against the mat in a sickening manner. Skyler then weakly turns the man onto his back before making the cover.

Kross: Fuck! FUCK!

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[Adrian has been eliminated by Skyler Striker]

Rabbi: Who would have believed it! Skyler Striker and TyranT are the last two competitors left in the ring! Both men are completely exhausted! But somehow, they’ve managed to press on from the beginning… and now it is up to the two men to finish it!

Kross: The hell?! Look at TyranT… He’s a complete mess! His jacket is half open, his face is covered in blood! He looks like crap! But Striker… I know he’s in no better condition! But the guy looks a hell of a lot cooler! His face is half coated in blood! His hair is all unkempt but stylish!

Rabbi: Striker is on his feet!… He’s coming straight for TyranT who stumbled at him!… What?! TyranT Slam! TyranT just hit the second TyranT slam of the night! What was Striker thinking just charging in like that?! The crowd are going balstic! They can’t believe it!

Kross: TyranT with the cover! He is still…. The Abandoned Champion!

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Rabbi: FLICK OUT! Skyler Striker just flicked out! TyranT cannot believe it! That’s the second man to ever flick out of his crushing finisher! The crowd are bringing the roof down! They are ecstatic!

Kross: No fucking way! We should’ve got a retain right there! I mean who the fuck flicks out of a TyranT slam?! Name one person!

Rabbi: John Derrick?

Kross: Ugh… Apart from John Derrick! Who has flicked out of a TyranT Slam?

Rabbi: Skyler Striker?

Kross: Damn… Apart from Derrick and Striker… Who flicks out of a goddamn TyranT Slam?

Rabbi: You got me there…

Kross: Damn straight! But it looks like TyranT’s got a plan! I think I can sense a Death Dealers Decent comin’ on right here!

Rabbi: TyranT climbing the turnbuckle whilst Striker is still down! This is make or break for the champion! It looks like he wants to land the move that is said to be his first ever finisher in his younger years! The Death Dealers Decent! But listen to this crowd! They are all screaming for Striker, who is slowly climbing up to his feet! Striker just threw himself against the ropes! And TyranT has slipped! Landing crotch first on the top turnbuckle!

The fans are right behind Skyler Striker as he slowly climbs the turnbuckle, grabbing TyranT as he stands up on the top. He slowly brings TyranT up to stand with him, setting him up in a suplex position. The fans are all screaming out to him as he takes a good long look upon them through the steel cage dome surrounding them. Striker shouts out in determination.

Kross: There is no way he can lift TyranT! It can’t be done! He just can’t do it!

Striker pulls up against the TyranT, lifting him up slightly. But there isn’t enough strength left in him. He tries one more time, but makes even less progress as he grimaces out. Without warning, Striker finds himself being lifted up by TyranT as the champion roars out. Striker is held up, kicking and squirming to try and be dropped as TyranT shifts Striker into position for his main finisher before leaping from the turnbuckle.

Rabbi: Oh no…

Kross: TyranT Bomb! from the top turnbuckle! Yyeeesss!

Rabbi: Nnnnooooo! TyranT hasn’t used that move in over 5 years! To perform it from the top rope… what the hell?!!

Striker is sent head and shoulders first against the mat below as TyranT lands with him in the sitdown position. The impact ehoes through the arena as the crowd begin a massive uproar of rage. Bot men lie on the mat surface… but there is some life in TyranT… enough to place an arm upon Striker who lies on his back out cold before the ref makes the count.

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[Skyler Striker has been eliminated by TyranT]

Cherry: The winner of the Elimination Chamber… And Still the Abandoned Champion of the FMW… The TYRANT!….

TyranT (8.52 aps + 1.0 avs = 9.52 total)
Skyler Striker (8.47 aps + 1.0 avs = 9.47 total)
Adrian (8.29 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.39 total)
Chris Austin (8.3 aps + 0.4 avs = 8.7 total)
Michael James (8.0 aps + 1.0 avs = 8.1 total)
Peter Saint (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

Rabbi: TyranT… retains…

Kross: Didn’t I say it from the beginning?… I always said TyranT was going to win. I was right from the very start! I knew he’d come in first… I knew he’d push on to the very end and I knew that he’d retain!

Rabbi: But… what does this mean?!

TyranT manages to drag himself to his feet after some time as the crowd watching are on the verge of causing a riot. The belt is handed to the hands of the present champion, as TyranT manages to form the most sadistic of smiles. He holds up the belt to kiss it before raising it above his head, despite the fact that he can barely stand. The man shouts out, absolutely ecstatic with the victory as Striker slowly comes around, cueing for TyranT to take his leave as Striker awakes, a look of great disappointment befalling upon him as he realizes what has happened.

Rabbi: This should have been a win for the Resistance! And Striker knows it…

Kross: I wonder what Ethan Black is thinkin’ right now? Knowin’ his boy failed to come through despite the advantage he had?

Rabbi: Whatever happens… for now it doesn’t matter. All we know for certain is that TyranT truly is the Abandoned Champion he claims himself to be. If an Elimination Chamber couldn’t put a stop to his reign… I can’t help but wonder what will… But then… with the wheel of misfortune judging each match… who knows what will come next!

Kross: We ain’t done yet… So don’t go away! We got highlights and all that shit comin’ up… Not to mention we got Michaels going up against Smitten before we finish off with the Main event! When John Derrick goes toe to toe with Eric Scorpio for one fuckin' hell of a bash... I'm your superior, Kross... and my buddy here is a jewish fag... Original Sin for the win baby!

Freak On A Leash by KoRn hits. Expecting the newly freed X, the crowd erupts in cheers. They're cheers turn to boos as St. Michael Dreamkiller steps through the entrance, helped by C.G. Smitten.

Larsen: I would've thought this snake would've tucked his tail and ran now that he no longer has his monster to back him up.

Morpheus: Bullshit, Larsen! Dreamkiller is the backbone of Anarchy. Besides, he still has the support of Smitten and the rest of Original Sin.

Smitten and Dreamkiller enter the ring and Dreamkiller grabs the microphone from the ring announcer before pushing him down.

Dreamkiller: Shut up! Shut the fuck up, you miscreants!

The crowds boos grow louder as Smitten tries to calm the irate Dreamkiller.

Dreamkiller: X, you ungrateful dog! I raised you! I did everything to shape you into the man you are today short of giving birth to you. I was your father and this is how you repay me? Mark my words, you will pay dearly for your impudence. You are a fool and you are nothing without me! And to your new "master", Drew Michaels, I pose this question. What good will X be to you? I was the source of his strength. All you have is a poor misguided man-child. He can not stand up to us. He will merely fall like the rest of your petty Resistance.

Dreamkiller begins to leave when Smitten takes the mic.

Smitten: Wait, Michael, we do have one situation. X's betrayal has left us one man short. We will be going in Lethal Injection at a disadvantage. Despite X's diminished mental capacity, he still becomes an extra body for which we lack.

Dreamkiller: Not more problems! Jaro, get out here and tell me what we are going to do about this!

After a few seconds of Dreamkiller complaining to Smitten, Mother by Danzig hits and a bandaged Jaro limps to the ring, oblivious to the boos of the crowd. Jaro immediately gets into the ring and grabs a microphone.

Jaro: What are you whining about now?

Dreamkiller: Whining? We have a serious problem here! We're a man short at Lethal Injection! Doesn't this concern you?

Jaro: We'll fill the gap. Besides, we can put a corpse on our team and still win. This isn't even a competition.

Dreamkiller: And it's that kind of apathy that will lose us control of FMW...

Jaro: And it's that kind of insubordination that cost people their job.

Smitten: Calm down! Now, let's look at this logically. Let's look at the roster and see who is left that is friendly to our cause. How about The Celt?

Both Jaro and Dreamkiller both look at Smitten with frustration.

Smitten: Alright, it's just a first suggestion. What about...

Suddenly Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson hits as a the entrance stage erupts in flames. A long familiar scene begins as Ethan Black, Eve and Abaddon slowly rise from depths of the flames. Jaro, Dreamkiller and Smitten look on in shock as The Black Covenant members walk to the ring.

Larsen: What the hell?

Morpheus: We haven't seen Ethan Black in months. What's he doing here.

The Covenant enters the ring and Black takes the microphone.

Black: You all seem a little surprised to see me.

A small segment of the crowd starts a "Welcome back!" chant before being drowned out by boos.

Black: It seems the Original Sin has found itself in a bit of a quandary since my departure. It would appear that we have become desperate... desperate enough to risk everything, and by everything I mean our very existence, in order to crush the resistance that stands in opposition. But now we stand in the midst of shocking betrayal, one that leaves our rank and file depleted on the eve of our greatest battle. The result, this infighting we see before us.

Jaro and Dreamkiller nod in agreement.

Black: But fear not, compatriots, for every cloud has a silver lining. I believe I have the answers to your dilemma.

Dreamkiller: And what is that, o great one. You haven't even been around.

Black: But I am here, now. And more importantly, I will be at Lethal Injection. And most importantly, I will be in the 10 on 10 winner take all match!

Morpheus: YES!!! I'd say Original Sin is the automatic winner now!

Larsen: All of a sudden, things are bleak for The Resistance once again!

Black: Now, some may question my motivation but to prove that I am willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of Original Sin, I will put my career on the line! If Original Sin loses, I will walk away from FMW forever! But that is besides the point, because we will not lose!

Jaro and Dreamkiller laugh with excitement as Black turns to address the camera.

Black: And heed my words, X. In my organization, betrayal is a the most unforgivable of transgressions. And at Lethal Injection, it is a transgression you will pay dearly for.

Suddenly God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash hits. The fans erupt as Drew Michaels leads X to the ring. X enters the ring and immediately moves towards Black. Abaddon steps in front of the master but X does not back down from Black's giant bodyguard. Michaels calms X down before speaking.

Michaels: I must say, it's a surprise to see you, Ethan. I figured we had officially sent you back to the depths of hell from whence you came. But I'm sure we'll have another chance to do so.

Black: It's good to see you as well, Drew. How is that legendary reign as champion coming along. Wait? I don't see a title belt around your waste. What happened?

Jaro: FACE!

Michaels: Very funny.

Black: Why, yes is it. What's funnier is that you will likely never see that title again. Or see an FMW ring again, either.

Michaels: I think you're the one who's seen the last of an FMW ring.

Black: Really, I doubt you have the power to make that happen. Nor...

Black gets right into X's face.

Black: Does your freak!

X's shoulders heave in anger as he stands face to face with The Dark Lord. Black merely smiles back in his face. Jaro taps Ethan on the back and The Dark Lord backs away, continue to smile sadistically at X. He and the FMW CEO slowly exit the ring as Drew Michaels calms X down and tries to get him out of the ring.

Morpheus: What a moment, Ethan Black is back and ready to lead Original Sin to battle to vanquish the resistance once and for all!

As Michaels calms X at ringside, Smitten jumps him as Dreamkiller orders the timekeeper to ring the bell.



Larsen: Smitten just jumped Drew! I guess this match is under way. Smitten with an Irish Whip but Drew Michaels counters with a neckbreaker. Smitten was up quick but now he's taking clothesline after clothesline!

Morpheus: Smitten is just feeding Michaels’s ego here. He believes that if he can get him to feel confident, he’ll eventually let down his guard, and that’s when Smitten’ll strike!

Larsen: What if Smitten’s been damaged enough already?

Morpheus: Smitten’s like a bull, he hits hard either way.

Larsen: Drew Michaels with a quick STO, did you hear the slam on that one?

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah…

Larsen: Drew going for the pin in the early game, he seems to want this over with… one, two, no, Smitten gets a shoulder up for his efforts!

Morpheus: What was that idiot Michaels thinking? Does he think that an STO could just win the match?

Larsen: Either that or it’s part of his strategy to just wear out the opponent. Drew with kicks to the legs and side of Smitten… and an eye poke.

Morpheus: This is insane, this is revolting!

Larsen: Michaels laying it all out with more clotheslines to Smitten, just giving him no chance to strike back at all, closing out all windows of offense!

Morpheus: Smitten has to find an opening, all heroes have a weakness; I mean, if Drew managed to lose the title to the venerable Eric Scorpio…

Larsen: Another strike down and Drew now hits the ropes to nail a bigger one… but Dreamkiller trips him! That wily bastard!

Morpheus: He was only making an opportunity for his fellow Original Sin member!

Larsen: Doesn’t he do enough of that every Anarchy? Come on! Now Smitten takes control of the match!

Morpheus: As he should, Larsen, as he should!

Larsen: Now Smitten is attacking him on all fronts; rights and lefts to Michaels’s face and a strong suplex to knock him down!

Morpheus: And now the spectacle begins!

Larsen: But Smitten keeps the hold locked in as he stands up and delivers a neckbreaker to Michaels! You can say that that was a double strike of sorts!

Morpheus: I can see it now, this is going to be a spectacle of Smitten’s technical prowess!

Larsen: And of Michaels’s!

Morpheus: What? Fuck that guy.

Larsen: Now Smitten just laid Michaels down with a hard-hitting pumphandle slam, and now he’s taunting Michaels and the audience!

Morpheus: That is the mark of a dominant man, Larsen, remember that.

Larsen: I have to admit that that is the sad fact at the moment, and Smitten reinforces that fact by stomping a mudhole in Drew!

Morpheus: He has to stay grounded.

Larsen: It’s a smart strategy, but it’s not what’ll win him the match. Smitten applies a full nelson hold from the ground and Drew’s supine position, Drew tries to fight against it but Smitten applies the pressure…

Morpheus: Smitten is just trying to disable him, trying to displace him with the full nelson.

Larsen: Drew is trying to get up on one foot, one leg, for a start…

Morpheus: X is pounding on the mat like an idiot! He’s an even bigger idiot for cheering the wrong guy!

Larsen: Leave the man be, Morpheus, he’s obviously had enough of Dreamkiller’s abuse, and you’d be too!

Morpheus: Abuse? The man treated him like his own son!

Larsen: That’s bullshit, Morpheus, and you know it! Michaels now up on one foot and a knee, Smitten is still trying to hold him down but Michaels is fighting back inch by inch, getting up inch by inch!

Morpheus: Dreamkiller, do something!

Larsen: Dreamkiller can’t do anything, I think he’s sure that X will take care of him, and we know who’s the real bigger man between the two!

Morpheus: X may be a tough son of a bitch, but Dreamkiller controls everyone!

Larsen: And that is yet another inconvenient truth. Michaels still forcing his way to a vertical base, he’s inches off the mat now, aiming to keep his legs pretty straight, he’s on two feet but not on straight legs…

Morpheus: Keep him down, Smitten!

Larsen: Smitten still forcing down on Michaels’s upper spinal column and neck region, there’s considerable force being applied but Drew is just resisting further!

Morpheus: All that pressure, both from and against Drew, is just gonna snap his neck!

Larsen: That may be so but I think it’s a risk Drew is willing to take, to get back on his feet!

Morpheus: Then it’s shit outta luck for him!

Larsen: He’s close, he’s getting close to it, if he could get his right leg up… YES! Drew’s up! Drew’s up! He’s up on his feet, Smitten’s still got the hold on him, but he’s up on his feet!

Morpheus: Come on Smitt, do something!

Larsen: It’s only a matter of time now until… wait, Smitten lifts Drew up and nails a full nelson bomb!

Morpheus: HA! And Drewbert is BACK on the canvas!

Larsen: Dreamkiller is shouting something, I think he’s telling Smitten to go and pin Drew, and that’s what he does right away! One! Two! Thre – no, Drew kicked out at the very last millisecond!

Morpheus: What the fuck was that, ref! When you count, you count FAST!

Dreamkiller seems to have the same thoughts as Morpheus as he gets up on the apron to argue with the referee. Smitten looks on at the scene for a moment before turning his attention back to Drew’s prone body, only to be met by a charging X who tackles him from out of nowhere!

Larsen: Dreamkiller’s arguing with the ref… but wait, X is in the ring and he just tackled a momentarily distracted Smitten!

Morpheus: Now that’s just plain bullshit! This match is starting to get full of bullshit! Somebody get Jaro out here!

Larsen: Dreamkiller’s now pointing at the carnage that just happened but X was smart enough to get out of the ring before the ref can turn his back!

Morpheus: That was a travesty! An atrocity!

Larsen: And the two men are down, the ref starts counting!

Ref: ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!

Larsen: Drew’s starting to get up…

Morpheus: So is Smitten…

Ref: FIVE!


SIX!


SEVEN!

Drew manages to get on his feet just after the count of seven.

Larsen: Michaels is up now, and Smitten not long after him!

Morpheus: And this farce of a match begins again.

Larsen: My partner is a bit bitter over the recent chain of events prior to the count, ladies and gentlemen. Drew and Smitten now trading blows in the middle of the ring, and Drew knocks Smitten to the floor with a quick European uppercut!

Morpheus: Bah, this is uncouth! If it wasn’t for that bastard X, Smitten would still be in control of this matchup!

Larsen: Drew’s back to his original strategy, to not get in any offense, but now Smitten seems to be toughing Drew’s strikes, and… lays a haymaker straight to Drew’s face and nose!

Morpheus: Damn, even I felt that one, I think.

Larsen: Drew’s reeling from that blow and I think his nose is busted open!

Morpheus: That was a real tough right hand from Smitten, real impressive strength! Now Smitten has him up on his shoulders!

Larsen: I think he’s going for a Justice Driver!

Morpheus: That’s bound to put Drew away!

Larsen: And down he drives Drew’s head into the canvas! Justice Driver! Smitten makes the cover!

Morpheus: Let me count! One, two, th- GOD DAMMIT, MICHAELS KICKED OUT!

Larsen: Heh, leave the on-air counting to the unbiased, Morph!

Morpheus: Well, I’m fuckin’ angry! This should’ve been over!

Larsen: You’re not the only person that’s angry, Smitten’s now stomping a huge mudhole once again on Drew! And… what the hell?

Morpheus: It’s that retard X! What does he want now?

X climbed inside the ring and came face to face with Smitten. The ref is trying to get him to leave the ring, but X ignores him and hits The Abyss on Smitten!

Morpheus: WHAT THE HELL!

Larsen: X just hit the Abyss on Smitten!

Morpheus: REF, KICK THIS GUY OUT! DQ MICHAELS!

The ref is going to work on X, motioning to kick him out and disqualify Michaels. It takes a little more convincing to get X to leave, and when he finally does, he goes to the other side of the ring to motion the disqualification, but Smitten manages to get up and talk to the ref.

Morpheus: Good riddance, X! Good riddance, Michaels!

Larsen: Wait, there’s something going on between the ref and Smitten!

Morpheus: He’s telling him something, I think, can we get the damn cameraman to move in closer?

The camera zooms in to hear the conversation between the ref and Smitten.

Smitten: Don’t disqualify him! I want to win… I have to win clean! I can’t win this way!

Ref: But X interfered on Michaels’s behalf, the rules say…

Smitten: Fuck the rules, this match has to go on!

Ref: …all right, all right!

Larsen: And the match carries on and what should’ve been the winner decides that he’s not gonna win by disqualification!

Morpheus: Smitten wants to beat Michaels decisively, and a DQ victory is not decisive!

Larsen: Well, if you say so, but Smitten better watch out because there comes Drew behind him, and Smitten walks into a spear!

Morpheus: Smitten was distracted!

Larsen: Yeah, distracted by himself!

Morpheus: This is all X’s fault! If he hadn’t barged in, Smitten would’ve won already after the Justice Driver!

Larsen: Luck is a fickle thing, Morph, and look, up in the sky, Drew hits the Execution on Smitten!

Morpheus: Bah! Highway robbery!

Larsen: And Michaels makes the pin, one, two – hey what the hell! Dreamkiller just pulled Michaels off of Smitten!

Morpheus: All is fair in love and war!

Larsen: And that cowardly Dreamkiller escapes the ring to escape the wrath of The Chosen One, but he has to leave anyway as the ref is now throwing him out of the match!

Morpheus: But the damage’s been done, Smitten’s been saved for the time being!

Larsen: Not wanting to make the same mistake Smitten did, Drew turns his attention back to Smitten, and it’s only just in time as Smitten is already up on his feet. The two are making for each other, they’re gonna collide, and Smitten manages to get there first as he picks up Michaels in a bearhug!

Morpheus: Oh boy, I think I know what comes next!

Larsen: Smitten summons up all his strength to walk right over to the turnbuckle, Smitten gets up on it, we all know what happens next!

Morpheus: THE GAVEL BANGER! This should be over!

Larsen: There they go… wait, I think Drew countered it! Into a reverse STO!

Morpheus: What? No way!

Larsen: I think he did, look, they’re both down, Smitten’s not getting up!

Morpheus: God, time for another count?

Larsen: It looks that way… but wait, no, Drew’s getting up again…

Morpheus: Drew, Drew, always Drew! Why won’t that cockroach die!

Larsen: You know cockroaches don’t die after one step.

Morpheus: It’s been millions of steps!

Larsen: Drew getting Smitten up, he seems to have an easy time getting the big man up, but wait, no, Smitten was playing some last-minute possum there! Smitten’s got Drew up on his shoulders! I think he’s had enough, I think –

Morpheus: – that it’s time for the Courtroom Assault! This match has no choice but to be over!

Larsen: And Smitten sends Drew flying, it might just be over after this!

Somehow, after the wild flip Smitten sent him in, Drew manages to land on one foot and a knee!

Larsen: But Michaels isn’t hurt! He didn’t land on his back! What agility!

Morpheus: BUT THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!

Larsen: And Smitten walks into a boot in the gut, and here comes the inevitable… WICKED DDT!

Morpheus: HOW DID IT HAPPEN!

Larsen: Drew will say it’s by the power of God, but I’m fine with him being physically sound! Now Michaels makes the cover! One, two, three, Michaels wins again!

Morpheus: NO!

Cherry: And here is your winner… DREW MICHAEEEEELS!!!

Drew Michaels (8.82 aps + 2.3 avs = 11.12 total)
C.G. Smitten (8.48 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.88 total)

X comes back down the ramp to celebrate with Drew.

Larsen: I have to give it to him, Smitten fought a hard match, but in the end Drew simply was… the better man.

Morpheus: You love to suck Drew’s cock.

Larsen: He won fair and square, Morph. Get over it.

Morpheus: That man right there, Smitten, deserved the victory!

Larsen: But he was outwitted, and these things happen. Maybe next time, Smitten will win. Maybe when the wrestling gods smile upon him, and maybe when he fights even harder than he fought now. It’s the fact now, Morph, Drew won. It may not be fair to you, but it’s the truth!

Morpheus: Bah! Fuck you and your bullshit! You wouldn’t be saying this shit if Smitten won!

Larsen: I’d have to agree with you, Morph, and you know why? Because Smitten rarely wins clean!

Morpheus: A win is a win is a win, Larsen. It doesn’t matter how you do it!

Larsen: Ever the utilitarianist. Anyway ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be back right after a break, we’ve still got even more FMW action to serve!

The scene opens backstage with Cactus Sam and Mortus leaning against a wall outside the Original Sin locker room, in deep discussion of the match earlier that night, tag team championships draped over the holders respective shoulder.

The conversation, however, is broken at the arrival of Ethan Black, now completely healed from what was done to him by John Derrick.

Ethan: There you two are! I'd just like to congratulate you, on behalf of all of Original Sin, on your victories tonight. Indeed, you pair certainly made the best of a generously given opportunity.

Mortus: Excuse Us?! Generous? What was so generous about it, Ethan?

Ethan seemed somewhat taken aback by Mortus' question, and stammered out a beginning to a response...

Ethan: ...Well...

Mortus: Well nothing, Ethan. You didn't hand this chance to Sam and Ourself. No. We made this match, We gave this opportunity. We brought all this Our way by destroying lives.

Sam: Matt...

Sam, however, was ignored by his partner, who continued on his tirade.

Mortus: When was the last time you did anything of credit, Ethan? When was the last time the name 'Ethan Black' caused more than a slight chuckle at your expense backstage?

Ethan: Now, see here;---

Mortus: No, Ethan. YOU shall see. Ever since you broke that arm; you've been a shell of your former self... A broken idol good for only mockery; no longer the Dark Lord of Fear you once were.

But that's alright, Ethan. As We have now stepped up to fill your place in your absence; and We invite you to sit at the sidelines in all your mediocrity, to watch the uprising of the legacy of Mortus. A legacy which will over shadow anything you once had!

Ethan: We shall see about. Remember I'm healthy and at Lethal Injection I'll prove just how dangerous I am. Also, it is in your interest to remember, Mortus, that is by Original Sins will, my will, that you are in any position of power at all! We, like God giveth, and we, like God, can taketh away.

Mortus: Like YOU took away Our Abandoned Title shot? We had plans for that belt, Ethan, and you had the audacity to step on Our toes and book the Elimination Chamber matchup, not only discluding Ourself, but involving Chris Austin! A lowly being We had not seen fit for a match of such a calibur.

Sam: Matt...

Sam was visibly growing further vexed at his sentiments being ignored...

Mortus: And guess what Ethan; the Tag Titles are just the beginning. Sam and Ourselves will hold every title there is between the two of us, be they held by your precious underlings or not!

Sam: Now Matt; SERIOUSLY! Shut the fuck up.

Ethan: Your partner speaks sense, Mortus...

Sam: Original Sin gave us everything we have; and it is not wise to step on their toes because of a giant ego. I won't be looking a gift horse in the mouth...

Mortus: Sam, you of all people should be aware that We have always had Our own agenda in Full Metal Wrestling; you shall learn to see things from Our perspective, or you shall be discarded. Our plans need not involve any man; though there will always be someone who will step up to join Us in Our plans. Always.

Sam: Look, Matt. If you want to run your whole God-trip thing, then fine. But if your so all-powerful, then what does it matter if my opinion differs? And I think that you won't be able to live up to the shit your mouth is causing you right now.

Mortus: You'll learn in time...

Ethan, now calmed from the threats administered by the man who would have the balls to proclaim himself the NEW Dark Lord let out a suggestive smirk.

Ethan: No, Mortus. It is you that will learn in time. Clearly, you have much to ponder, and I have issues elsewhere that need addressing, so I shall leave you with this last thing to mull over. Step back in line, ye who reign over Anxiety only in title and by Original Sins will alone, or you WILL learn.

Yes. Dark days rest in your future, Mortus, unless you learn to hold your tongue and keep your place.

And with that, the Dark Lord Ethan Black, makes his depature, as the scene fades to black.



Rabbi: Hello there viewers! I’m the Rabbi, but we’re going to actually shake things up for tonight and get rid of Kross – instead, please make welcome Anarchy’s very own Morpheus!

Morpheus: Glad to be here. Well, not really. But Kross gave me some pointers on how to commentate with you.

Rabbi: Like what?

Morpheus: He gave me a list.

Rabbi: Let me see that... (reading the list) Wait up! All this says is ‘Hate Jew’ in crappy handwriting.

Morpheus: Sounds like a good plan to me!

Rabbi: Shut up, we’re about to get started.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the Full Metal Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at 263 pounds and from Sudbury, Ontario, he is the reigning FMW Champion, the Cleanser of Sinners, ERIC SCORPIO!!!!

“No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park resounds as the self-proclaimed God Eric Scorpio appears on stage. Blue and white lights illuminate Scorpio as he walks to the ring, FMW Championship around his waist. Sliding into the ring, Scorpio holds the belt high and hands it to the referee, calming himself.

Rabbi: Well, after defeating Drew Michaels for that belt, Scorpio has only had one defence – and it was against Michaels, too!

Morpheus: Well, as much as I’m an atheist and I’m kind of weirded out by this whole God thing, I’ve got to say that Scorpio is badass, and he’s going to bring Anarchy the gold.

Rabbi: No CAK for backup tonight – and I doubt Doc will have any help either, both men seem pretty adamant to prove their ‘lone wolf’ status.

Morpheus: Both men have actually asked for no interference, so I expect we won’t see any, but who knows for sure?

Cherry: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds and from Tombstone, Arizona, he is JOHN ‘DOC’ DERRICK!!!

"Gimme Shelter" by the Rolling Stones hits and in a very serious mood, John Derrick walks onto the stage, his alcohol notably absent, and his eyes focused not on the beautiful women at ringside but instead on the gold belt the referee holds and the man who currently possesses it. Entering the ring, Doc does not take his eyes off Eric Scorpio, the mind games already implanted in both men.

Rabbi: I was going to say Derrick will be bringing the Resistance some gold, but I don’t think he’s really a part of the Resistance is he?

Morpheus: Doc’s grey. That’s it, plain and simple. But he wants to liven up that grey with some gold, and he’s gone through everything and everyone imaginable to get it.

Rabbi: Doc’s winning streak not so great as of late – a loss to Mortus and a draw with Adrian will have left him in what we can only assume is a sub-standard condition here tonight.

The referee holds up the shining gold Championship. Doc gazes up at it, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, staring at Scorpio once more as he breathes out. Scorpio himself does not look unnerved.

Morpheus: Well, here we go, the confrontation for the ages – John Derrick vs. Eric Scorpio, FMW Championship on the line, who will be the victor?

The bell rings and off the bat, Derrick hits the ropes, not wasting any time as Scorpio prepares himself. Derrick comes back and Scorpio goes for an arm drag but Derrick stops before hand and grabs Scorpio’s arms, running forward to hit a well executed double arm DDT.

Rabbi: And there’s Derrick with a DDT to start the match! One of his favourite impact moves there and it’s something we’re certain to see more of along the way.

Morpheus: This is going to be epic, I can feel it.

Rabbi: Well, Scorpio doesn’t take long to swing back to his feet and Derrick is ready for him, both men lock up and Scorpio with a hammerlock.

Morpheus: There’s the reversal, Derrick now with a hammerlock of his own and he’s wrenching it like there’s no tomorrow.

Rabbi: Never one for taking it easy, Derrick is going to bring everything he has here. That gold means everything to him. I doubt he’d be in FMW if he didn’t want it.

Morpheus: True that. Scorpio fighting out and he spins around, OUCH! A vicious headbutt from Derrick there! Rather unorthodox, but hey, whatever works.

Rabbi: Derrick stumbles back, Scorpio with a clothesline and he sends Derrick over the top rope! Scorpio happy to have a quick break but Derrick isn’t, he’s held onto the ropes and Scorpio hasn’t seen him! Scorpio turns around and Derrick with a rope-assisted crossbody splash!

Morpheus: You can’t deny Derrick has the style to go with the skill!

Rabbi: Definitely not! Derrick now going to work with a couple of quick elbows to Scorpio’s forehead, he backs off and hitting the ropes, Derrick runs back and there’s a baseball slide throwing Scorpio to the outside!

Morpheus: Scorpio grabbing those ribs in pain, trying to climb to his knees, Rabbi, but Derrick is sliding out and it looks like he’s not willing to give Scorpio time like a good sport!

Rabbi: Absolutely nothing about this match screams ‘good sports’ to me, Morpheus! These men want blood and gold, preferably both!

Morpheus: True that.

Scorpio is on the outside on his knees, and when Derrick stands above him, the scene is not too dissimilar to Anxiety 6.3. Scorpio begs Derrick, holding his ribs with one hand, but Derrick swings back and takes the shot without relent, sending Scorpio-

Rabbi: Nowhere! Scorpio ducks the blow and LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! The referee couldn’t see it from inside the ring! Scorpio blatantly cheating there to give himself the advantage!

Morpheus: Well, you do what you can to win the gold, Rabbi!

Rabbi: Scorpio now throwing Derrick into the ring and follows him in, breaking the count, but what a rip!

Morpheus: Say what you want, Scorpio just wants it more! Now he’s going to work on Derrick, taking a few stomps at him on the ground. Scorpionism is the way of the future, folks!

Rabbi: Derrick trying to avoid the blows but Scorpio now rubbing his boot in Derrick’s face!

Morpheus: Call it disrespect but I call it superiority! This is Anarchy-level wrestling, Jew-boy! How do you like that?

Rabbi: Derrick will be back with force, just watch. For now, Scorpio is content to laud it up over Derrick, but he really should be doing all the damage he can.

Morpheus: Listen to those jeers, Rabbi – this crowd are not Scorpio fans. Convert! Convert now, I say!

Rabbi: I don’t think they’re going to with Scorpio now going back to work on Derrick. Derrick was getting to his knees but Scorpio has him by the head, lifts him up and into a vertical suplex, heavy impact there on Derrick’s spine.

Morpheus: His spine will be just fine.

Rabbi: Rhyming? Seriously?

Morpheus: Whatever. They’ve got no-one better to do my job, I can rhyme all I like. Pay attention to the match, what’s that move called?

Rabbi: Scorpio just hit Derrick with a closed fist, Morpheus.

Morpheus: You mean he punched him?

Rabbi: Yes, Morph. But we call it a closed fist, and Scorpio is unloading them one by one on Derrick now.

Morpheus: Derrick is trying to block them but he’s got absolutely no momentum, further exaggerated by the fact that Scorpio has him in his clutches, and there’s an STK from Scorpio!

Rabbi: Yep, that modified STO with a choke is driving the wind out of Derrick and that back being targeted again. Scorpio obviously planning some offense here on the back, I presume he’s doing everything he can to make his Sinful Repentance that much more damaging!

Morpheus: Well, Derrick is certainly feeling it, he’s got that hand on his back and he’s arching it, trying to work out some of the chinks.

Rabbi: How old IS Derrick?

Morpheus: Who knows? Or cares, for that matter? He’s badass. Like Chuck Norris.

Rabbi: Chuck Norris would own Derrick.

Morpheus: Ninjas would own Chuck Norris.

Rabbi: Pirates would own Ninjas.

Morpheus: Oh, come on! Look at it logically-

Rabbi: I’d rather not. Derrick being pulled up by Scorpio, who’s now applying a bow and arrow lock to Derrick, but there are no cries of pain, Derrick is fighting this with everything he has, but that damage is being done!

Morpheus: Make him weep, Scorpio! Original Sin will rule the universe!

Rabbi: Ummm... yeah. Okay. Scorpio pulling on Scorpio’s arms and legs, bending them backwards, but Derrick rolls over and Scorpio lets go. Scorpio on his feet, he’s grabbing Derrick but Derrick throws a VICIOUS left fist and Scorpio and the FMW Champion reels backwards!

Morpheus: Derrick’s getting up! We could have a comeback here!

Rabbi: Derrick with another fist as Scorpio returns for more, but now Derrick is on his feet, he throws a third fist and Scorpio stumbles, Derrick hits the ropes, going for a float over DDT, Scorpio stops him midair and SLAMS Derrick down with that inverted sidewalk slam! Face first, Derrick goes, and now Derrick is back to square one.

Morpheus: It would appear so.

Rabbi: Scorpio mocking Derrick, arms in the air... this is ridiculous. You’re here to wrestle, Scorpio!

Morpheus: He’ll do what he wants. Scorpio throwing more boots into Derrick’s back, and now he’s standing on Derrick! I love it! Using the ropes as extra pressure!

Rabbi: The referee’s calling him on it, and at four he lets go, that’s typical.

Morpheus: Hey, he’s allowed all four seconds!

Rabbi: It’s cheating nonetheless. Scorpio with an elbow drop into Scorpio’s back and now he’s pulling John into the centre of the ring, and now a surfboard hold! Scorpio really going heavy with these submissions, he wants Derrick to admit he’s lost!

Morpheus: I don’t think so, Rabbi. He’s pushing this towards the late game finish here, he’s just wearing Derrick down.

Scorpio cinches the hold in, pulling back heavily on Derrick’s arms, and Derrick grunts in pain, refusing to yell out of quit. Shifting his weight, Derrick moves from side to side but nothing seems to work. Scorpio grins and yells out ‘quit’, but is taken aback when Derrick suddenly plants his feet on the ground and begins standing up, shifting his weight onto Scorpio. Derrick turns, moving his arms delicately, and then manages to get a full rotation so he is holding Scorpio by the hands. With one quick movement, Derrick jumps, still holding Scorpio, and he drives his knees into Scorpio’s stomach.

Rabbi: A very well thought out counter there! Derrick now holding his back but he’s got a fighting chance! Scorpio is winded and Derrick now has a chance to do some damage of his own!

Morpheus: Scorpio isn’t trying to escape; he’s just trying to breathe!

Rabbi: Derrick grabs Scorpio, whips him towards the turnbuckle, Scorpio holds on and reverses it and now Derrick is against the corner! Scorpio at a run, but Derrick ducks under, snake eyes! Scorpio is really in trouble now, short of breath and he can’t see either.

Morpheus: Derrick hits the ropes, off the wall implant DDT!

Rabbi: Quick move there, now Derrick lifting Scorpio up, goes for an Irish whip again, Scorpio reverses, Derrick reverses, Derrick with a clothesline! Scorpio on his feet again, turns to Derrick, and Derrick with a nasty closed fist to the Champion!

Morpheus: He’s almost finished the combination, I can see it coming – yep, there’s the heel kick!

Rabbi: That heel kick to the back of the head from Derrick sends Scorpio reeling, and he’s going for the finisher! Derrick on a wave of momentum, the Champion is confused and out of it, here it comes!

Derrick grabs Scorpio, crossing the arms across the midsection, and flings Scorpio backwards, but the move doesn’t land as Scorpio flips over, landing on his feet behind Derrick. Derrick turns, and Scorpio kicks him in the midsection. Derrick bends forward, trying to catch his breath, and Scorpio hits the ropes, nailing a bulldog on the comeback.

Morpheus: And Scorpio right back in control! What did I tell you.

Rabbi: Hang on – look at this! Scorpio has Derrick by the head and he’s just smashing it into the canvas!

Morpheus: Hold it – do I see red? I do! Derrick’s been busted open! Scorpio draws first blood here, and he’s not stopping, either! This is awesome! Pure violence here from Scorpio, that’s the kind of Champion you need!

Rabbi: The referee comes over to stop it, but by the count of four Derrick’s already covered in crimson! That’s unnecessary, it really is.

Morpheus: Well, Scorpio now has Derrick at his complete mercy, and here it is – the Sinful Repentance! Scorpio’s weakened Derrick all match, and now it’s going to pay off!

Rabbi: Derrick’s weakened, yes, but Scorpio is running low on energy after that blast of offense from Derrick. Scorpio, however, might have it here, Morpheus, I’ll give you that! Look at him putting the pressure on those hands, a very, very well executed submission there! Derrick refusing to tap, though!

Morpheus: He can’t tap, moron! He’s got no hands!

Rabbi: A bloodied face there from Derrick, but he can’t move anywhere and that contortion of the spine can’t be doing him any good. Derrick fighting with everything he has!

Morpheus: The ref is asking Derrick if he wants to submit, but there’s those shakes of the head from Derrick, blood dripping onto the mat.

Rabbi: Derrick screams! The man of steel is yelling in pain, didn’t think I’d hear that sound tonight! This is serious!

Morpheus: Derrick trying to do something but that hold covers all the bases!

Rabbi: wait – Derrick’s shifting his weight, pulling his legs towards Scorpio! HE ROLLS THROUGH! DERRICK PINNING SCORPIO! ONE!

Morpheus: TWO!

Rabbi: THR-NO! KICKOUT! That was SO close! Derrick almost had Scorpio there but now Scorpio’s got no hold on Derrick and the lone wolf is already out of the ring, wiping the blood out of his eyes!

Morpheus: Scorpio needs to take back the momentum, this pause is letting Derrick get a second wind!

Rabbi: Well, he’s not exactly- wait, he’s off the ropes, Scorpio running, he jumps! OVER THE TOP ROPE SUICIDE DIVE AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Morpheus: Crazy stuff there! The hang time Scorpio got – amazing!

Rabbi: Well, both men are down, I can’t say that that shot did either of them particularly good!

Morpheus: Who will be first up? The crowd want Derrick, that’s for sure!

Rabbi: Well, they’re not getting their wish, Scorpio is up and he throws Derrick into the ring, but he’s having trouble lifting the weight, he’s obviously tired!

Morpheus: Well, he’s got Derrick on his feet, DERRICK! DERRICK OUT OF NOWHERE! SUPERKICK! Scorpio hits the mat HARD!

Rabbi: Derrick has taken back the advantage in this match and now he’s got Scorpio ready for it, no pin yet, he wants this one over!

Morpheus: Derrick pulling Scorpio’s lifeless form towards the centre and he lifts Scorpio, Doc with the Huckleberry Special! NO!

Rabbi: Scorpio counters! Scorpio takes Derrick’s legs out from under him!

Morpheus: he’s got this one! He goes for the hands, but Derrick rolls out! Scorpio turns around, Derrick slides under again and pulls him down, he’s got Scorpio in a pin! ONE! TWO!

Rabbi: Scorpio pulls Derrick over! He’s got the challenger in a pin! He’s going to retain! ONE! TWO!

Morpheus: NO! DERRICK ROLLS BACK! ONE!

Rabbi: Scorpio now rolling back and he’s going for the Sinful Repentance again! He’s got Derrick ready, Derrick breaks free! Scorpio turns around, Derrick is there and he crosses the arms! STRAITJACKET SIDE PILEDRIVER! DERRICK WITH OL’ NUMBER SEVEN!

Morpheus: NO!

Rabbi: YES! YES! IT’S OVER! SCORPIO IS BUSTED OPEN! THE MAT IS RED AND DERRICK HOLDS IT FOR THE PIN! NEW WORLD CHAMPION! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Morpheus: NO! SCORPIO KICKS OUT! OH MY GOD!

Rabbi: NO WAY! That’s Derrick’s best move! What else can he do?!

Morpheus: He’s not wasting any time, he’s going for the Huckleberry Special again! Derrick going for the Buffalo Sleeper and SCORPIO SWEEPS HIS LEGS OUT! SCORPIO WITH A PIN! ONE! TWO! THR-

Rabbi: IT’S NOT OVER YET! DERRICK KICKS OUT! DERRICK GETTING TO HIS FEET BUT SCORPIO HITS THE ROPES AND THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS! SCORPION HANGOVER! THAT MOONSAULT DDT HAS TAKEN DERRICK DOWN! IT’S DONE! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!

Morpheus: HOLY SHIT NO! THE REF IS SAYING IT WAS TWO! TWO! DERRICK IS STILL IN IT!

Rabbi: DERRICK KICKS OUT! SCORPIO WITH ANOTHER COVER, ONE, TWO, ANOTHER KICKOUT! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! THESE MEN WON’T QUIT!

Morpheus: I might have to... I’m losing my voice!

Rabbi: Yeah, me too – but we have to keep going! This will decide the future of this Championship, the belt that defines the best of the best in FMW!

Morpheus: Both men are just CRAWLING to their feet now, and they’re launching the fists at each other! Derrick! Scorpio! Derrick! Scorpio! It’s too close to tell!

Rabbi: Scorpio with the advantage! One fist, another, he pulls Derrick in, derrick flips over the German suplex attempt! Scorpio turns, Derrick going for the cross arms, SCORPIO DODGES! DERRICK TURNS! SCORPIO HAS THE LEGS! HE’S GOT THE HAND, BUT DERRICK RESISTS THE SECOND AND HE PULLS SCORPIO DOWN!!!!! THERE’S THE PIN!

Morpheus: ONE!

Rabbi: TWO!

Morpheus: THR, NO! SCORPIO KICKS OUT! DERRICK CAN’T BELIEVE IT! He pins again!

Rabbi: SCORPIO ROLLS THROUGH! HE’S GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES AND HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS! ONE! TWO! THREE AND IT’S OVER!

Morpheus: THE REF SAW, HE SAW, HE SAW! HE’S DISALLOWED THE PIN, THE MATCH IS STILL GOING!

Rabbi: Scorpio hits the ropes, going for a moonsault! DERRICK MOVES! SCORPIO HITS MAT! BOTH MEN ARE BLEEDING AND DOWN, DERRICK KIPS UP! SCORPIO ON HIS FEET!

Morpheus: DERRICK PULLS SCORPIO IN, SCORPIO TRIES TO FIGHT IT! DERRICK SWINGS UPWARDS FOR THE OL NUMBER SEVEN!

Rabbi: HE HITS IT! DERRICK HITS IT AGAIN! THAT’S THE THIRD ONE BUT HE’S EXHAUSTED AND SCORPIO IS TOO FAR AWAY FOR HIM TO PIN!

Morpheus: Look at Derrick crawling with everything he has, blood running down his face, Scorpio’s bloody as well! These men have asked for no assistance but they might need medical!

Rabbi: Derrick is so close, he reaches over, he drapes the hand over Scorpio! THERE’S THE PIN! ONE!!!!!

Morpheus: TWO!!!!!!

Rabbi: HOLY GOD NO! SCORPIO HAS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Morpheus: How close can this actually GET?

Rabbi: Not much! I’m out of breath!

Morpheus: YOU’RE out of breath? Look at them bleeding everywhere in there!

Rabbi: True that! Both men crawling to their feet! They’re up at the same time! Derrick at Scorpio eyeing one another off, a showdown of the immortals of FMW! Both men look away, and throw their punch at the same time!

Morpheus: Both men stagger! Scorpio hits the ropes, comes back and SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Rabbi: DERRICK DODGES! Scorpio misses the DDT! Derrick has him, there’s the Buffalo! HE GETS IT! LOCKED IN! HUCKLEBERRY SPECIAL! SCORPIO HAS NOWHERE TO GO! IT’S THE CENTRE OF THE RING!

Morpheus: SCORPIO FIGHTS! HE’S GIVING IT EVERYTHING! DERRICK IS PULLING WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!

Rabbi: SCORPIO RAISES THE ARM! HE’S GOT IT, HE’S FIGHTING, HE’S HOLDING IT!!! HE WON’T GIVE IN!

Morpheus: HE’S NOT GOING TO LET UP, DERRICK WON’T HAVE IT! FIGHT, SCORPIO! FIGHT!

Rabbi: HE CAN’T! THERE ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS! SCORPIO’S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!!! HE TAPS!! ERIC SCORPIO TAPS!!!

Morpheus: IT’S OVER!

Rabbi: JOHN DOC DERRICK IS THE NEW FMW WORLD CHAMPION! A MOMENT HE’S WAITED FOREVER FOR HAS FINALLY COME TRUE! ERIC SCORPIO TAPS!!!!

In the ring, Derrick releases Scorpio and rolls onto his back, panting for every breath of air he can gasp, finally able to relax. Scorpio lies face down on the mat, bleeding heavily and with almost zero energy. The crowd roar with delight as Derrick pulls himself to one knee, a look of exuberance and exhaustion crossing his rugged features.

Cherry: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW FULL METAL CHAMPION, JOHN ‘DOC’ DERRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!!!!

John "Doc" Derrick (9.24 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.9 avs = 11.04 total)
Eric Scorpio (8.55 aps + 1.7 avs = 10.25 total)

Rabbi: The moment has arrived! John Derrick has gone through hell, high water, electric chairs and maniacal monsters, but by God tonight he is the FMW World Champion!

Morpheus: He can barely stand in that ring, he’s still on one knee clutching that title, but he’s earned it! And WHAT a match!

Rabbi: What a victory! What an ending! John Derrick is FMW’s fourth World Champion, and nothing tonight will take that away from him! We-

“Map of the Problematique” bursts over the loudspeakers and the crowd’s cheers turn to boos as Christian G. Smitten walks onstage, holding a small golden card in his hand. A referee follows him behind very closely. Derrick’s eyes are already focused on Smitten, although he is still visibly breathing heavily. Smitten taps his mic and gives a smirk to Derrick, clapping extremely slowly.

Smitten: Bravo, Mr. Derrick, bravo. You have once again amazed us all. After your trail of broken fingers, clones and failures, you have finally captured the FMW World Title. And what now, Mr. Derrick? Where do you go from here?

Derrick does not even bother opening his mouth, instead using all his energy to push himself to a standing position, belt over his shoulder.

Smitten: I can inform you of where, Derrick. You go to destruction. After all this time, I have waited. I lasted through Scorpio’s reign but if he is not fit to carry the title any longer, then I will gladly pick up the reins. I have waited to cash in my gold card, John... but I will continue to wait. Tonight is not the night it will happen.

The crowd release another wave of boos, and Smitten merely stands there soaking it all in.

Smitten: And as much as it pains me to be the bearer of bad news, John, I must bring to your attention an announcement. On behalf of Jaro and Original Sin, who state that we do whatever the fuck we want to, a change has been made to the Lethal Injection main event.

Another round of jeers hits Smitten but he ignores them, continuing on, confident as ever.

Smitten: As you know, the match will be a ten on ten elimination match for control of Full Metal Wrestling. But now, if the Original Sin win the match, not only will we win control of this company, John... but your title also!

In the ring, Derrick glares daggers at Smitten, fists clenched. He is clearly pissed off, and Smitten is loving every minute.

Smitten: Enjoy your Championship belt while it resides around your waist, John, for it will not be much longer!

Derrick, ready to get out of the ring and attack Smitten, is suddenly blindsided by Scorpio, who launches a flurry of fists at Derrick’s back. Derrick turns to Scorpio and the two begin brawling, however before a few seconds pass Smitten is in the ring and double teaming Derrick. Derrick shields himself as much as possible, however this becomes impossible soon when Jaro, Ethan Black, Adrian, Dreamkiller, Hostyle, TyranT, CAK, Cactus Sam and Mortus all arrive on the scene. Derrick becomes a punching bag as Original Sin take shots.

Rabbi: This is excessive, isn’t it? Look at them laughing!

Morpheus: Look at them not paying attention to the ramp!

The Original Sin turn to the stage as Drew Michaels and Nick Bryson arrive on the scene, running down the ramp. Original Sin laugh as Drew and Nick stop right before the ring, still outnumbered considerably. However, Drew and Nick smile and the Original Sin crew are suddenly ambushed from all sides by Alex O’Rion, Skyler Striker, Peter Saint, Romeo Vizzini, Travis McCart, Jack Boice, Guybrush Threepwood and King Guiomar. The brawl soon becomes impossible to follow but the Original Sin spread out, leaving the scene in the ring of Derrick brawling with Smitten.

Morpheus: Well, I have NO idea, what’s going on anymore, but this doesn’t look like it’ll end here anytime soon, folks!

Rabbi: Indeed! We’ll leave you here, but make sure you’re here for LETHAL INJECTION, it’s going to be freaking huge!

Morpheus: Hell yes! Peace out!