FMW presents Supremacy 2007 Pre-Show - RESULTS

Jet Black New Year by Thursday blasts through the speakers as T. Ekstreme makes his way down the ramp, followed closely by Westley McGreggor, Slegnadamus, and Steve-E. The crowd boos tremendously as they all get in the ring, smiles on their faces. They wave to the crowd as Ekstreme grabs a mic and begins to speak.

Ekstreme: So, as you all know, these three men have become three of the fastest rising stars FMW has ever seen, period! I mean, we have Westley McGreggor here for Christ sakes!

Westley smiles and waves as the crowd continues to boo.

Ekstreme: This man is a bigger celebrity than most of you will ever meet in your lifetime. He’s also a caliber of athlete the likes of which we’ve never seen here in FMW!

Westley begins saying “thank you, thank you” as he shakes Ekstreme’s hand.

Ekstreme: AND, on top of that, we have the respected veteran Steve-E, who has been a champion in every federation he has been in, as well as the total visionary Slegnadamus! I mean, this is a winning combination if I’ve ever seen one!

The trio all begin giving each other high fives and parading around the ring, acting as if the boos they’re receiving are cheers.

Ekstreme: Which is why I have seen it fit to REWARD their hard work!

SoR: Oh what the hell is he doing now?

Edible: Shut your mouth, peon. Royalty is talking!

Ekstreme: See, I pulled a few strings and have decided to debut a few NEW Titles here in FMW! So, gentlemen, please, wheel them out for me!

Out from the back, four armed guards wheel out a large metal box. The crowd is still booing the stable relentlessly as the guards lift the box into the ring and stand next to it.

Ekstreme takes a key from his pocket and opens the large metal box. A few gears turn and the steel folds in on itself revealing two covered pedestals.

Ekstreme: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you…

He pulls back the velvet sheet covering the pedestals, revealing three title belts.

Ekstreme: The Full Metal Wrestling Light Heavyweight Championship AND The Full Metal Wrestling Television Tag Team Championships!

The trio stand in awe of the titles as Ekstreme beams.

Ekstreme: Now, I debated on putting you three in matches for these belts, but then I realized that would be pointless… AS YOU ALL WOULD WIN! So, I have in my power AWARDED you three these belts. Westley McGreggor, you are the NEW FMW Light Heavyweight Champion!

Westley smiles as he walks forward and opens the clear case the title is in. He holds it like a baby as he pulls it out gently, staring at its golden shine.

Ekstreme: And Steve-E, being the tag specialist, and Slenga, you two are hereby declared the FMW Television Tag Team Champions!

The two high five each other as they take their belts from the cases. As they begin to put them on, fans begin throwing garbage into the ring. Ekstreme grows noticeably angry.

Ekstreme: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! YOU ARE DISGRACING THIS GLORIOUS CEREMONY!

Ekstreme gets pelted in the face with a half eaten hot dog.

Ekstreme: That’s it! WHO THREW THAT! YOURE NOT GETTING COMPENSATED FOR THAT!

He angrily jumps out of the ring and begins glaring at the people in the front row, until he finds a man laughing uncontrollably.

Ekstreme: You think this is funny? You think its funny I got hit in the face with someone’s disease ridden, half eaten food? Do you?

The man nods yes as he continues laughing, wiping tears from his eyes.

Ekstreme: Oh, yeah? Well, that’s great, I’m glad I entertain you, but I have one request. You see, I’m a little thirsty too. Would you mind throwing that water in my face?

The man looks at his water bottle. He looks confused as he picks it up. Ekstreme nods yes, and points right to his chin. The man shrugs and begins his windup, throwing the water in Ekstreme’s face

Ekstreme: Thank you for that. I appreciate it.

He turns to the ring.

Ekstreme: GUARDS! ARREST THAT MAN! HE JUST ASSAULTED ME! SEND HIS ASS TO JAIL!

The man looks as if his heart dropped to his feet. He begins pleading his case but is handcuffed and taken off to the side of the ramp. The whole time, he tries to plead his case.

Ekstreme: Any other of you ingrates want to test me? DO YOU!? I’ll have every damn last one of you pieces of crap ARRESTED and thrown in jail, god dammit!

The crowd grows silent. Ekstreme scans the crowd for a minute before he drops his microphone and leaves the ring, followed by his three new champions, who parade their belts around as they walk up the ramp.

SoR: Wow, well... I can't really explain that.

Edible: Nothing to explain, Repo. The man got what he deserved and Ekstreme showed these morons just exactly who is boss. They ruined what was to be a great and glorious moment in FMW History!

“Dust in the Wind” by Kansas blares through the arena, prompting Bob Babaganoosh and his pet, the Big Ugly Guy, to come out onto the stage to a lot of heat from the crowd. The massive beast yells angrily at the FMW fans as his master guides him to the ring.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Bob Babaganoosh, from Part Unknown, weighing in at 350 pounds, the Big Ugly Guy!!

SoR: What a specimen is the BUG! At 350 pounds and 6”10 he is definitely a force to be reckoned with!

Edible: And with a mastermind like Mr. Babaganoosh, the sky is the limit for this monster… er, man… er, thing.

“Riot” by Three Day Grace hits the speakers as Sean Jensen makes his way out of the curtains to a chorus of boos. The cocky superstar poses with a smirk on his face before making his way down the aisle towards the ring.

Announcer: And introducing his opponent, from Sacramento California, weighting in at 221 pounds, Sean Jensen!!

SoR: And here comes Sean Jensen, another superstar gunning to prove his worth tonight at Supremacy’s Pre-Show.

Edible: I wouldn’t bet on him tonight though, Repo. The difference of size here is simply incredible!

Jensen climbs one of the turnbuckles and starts insulting the crowd, who boos him in return. This however, is a fatal mistake…

SoR: The Big Ugly Guy attacks Jensen from behind! He yanked him off that turnbuckle to the apron! And the match hasn’t even started!

Edible: Brilliant! Kudos to Mr. Babaganoush, ordering his beast to act with such haste!

SoR: The referee finally ringed the bell, but it’s too late for Sean! The BUG is already pummeling him with massive lefts and rights! He’s been taken completely off guard!

Edible: BUG picks Jensen off the ground, only to send him crashing down again with a vicious Side Slam!

SoR: Jensen is in pain but BUG isn’t letting him recuperate. He picks Sean up and puts him on his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry! And falling from that height can’t do any good for Sean right now. BUG with the pin…

One

Two

Kick-out!

Edible: BUG doesn’t get it at his first try, but very few manage to do so. The big man grabs Sean and Irish-whips him to the ropes. He swings his massive arm… but Sean ducks!

SoR: Jensen rebounds of the ropes and tries a closeline of his own, but BUG counters into a brutal STO!! Sean’s back must have shattered with that move!

Edible: And the smirk on Bob Babaganoosh’s face is simply priceless! He continues to incite his monster and BUG obeys to him with a Fallaway Slam!! Did you see the height of that!?! This one is over!!

One

Two

Thre…Kick-out!!

SoR: Amazing!! Last minute kick-out by Sean Jensen! The BUG is completely possessed!

Edible: Impossible! Babaganoosh can’t believe it, the crowd can’t believe, I can’t believe it! Sean Jensen kicked out again!

SoR: Well, this young man is showing a ton of resilien… hey, what’s Bob doing?! He just called the ref and is now looking for something in his pockets.

The camera focuses on Babaganoush, who takes a 100 dollar bill from his pocket and waves it in front of the referee.

SoR: Incredible!!! Bob Babaganoosh is actually trying to BRIBE THE REFEREE!!! He’s literally trying to buy this match!

Edible: This man is a genius I tell you!! Just look at the referee, he’s completely speechless!

SoR: The referee should just DQ Bob… ROLLUP!! Jensen with the Rollup, from behind and holding the tights!! But the ref doesn’t see it!!!

Edible: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Jensen could do this all night! The ref is still lecturing Bob and he sure isn’t going to tell the official about the pin.

SoR: Jensen finally releases the hold and demands an explanation to the referee! Another mistake from the hot-blooded superstar, for BUG just caught him with that vicious Pumphandle Slam!!

Edible: Sean needs to start paying more attention to his opponent, or else this is what happens! Big Ugly Guy just picks him up and locks him in a bearhug! Sean is in excruciating pain and I can’t see him escaping this deadly lock!

SoR: And you have to wonder Edible, how does a superstar escape a hold such as this without resorting to the enthusiasm from the crowd?

Edible: Sean just figured out the solution to your problem Repo. Turns out he just had to rake his opponent’s eyes! Kudos to him for finding the eyes on BUG’s disfigured face.

SoR: The referee doesn’t like it, but Sean really doesn’t seem to care. He has BUG fazed and capitalizes with a closeline!

Edible: BUG is back to his feet but Sean hits him with a spinning heel kick! The giant didn’t have enough yet, but Sean rebounds off the ropes and hits a cross body! Cover!

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Two

Thre… Kick-Out!

SoR: Big Ugly Guy kicks out at the last second, but Sean doesn’t quit! He’s climbing the top rope, the Big Ugly Guy is in trouble!!

Edible: But Bob Babaganoosh senses that his giant is in trouble and grabs Sean’s legs! Jensen kicks him away but he’s bought enough time for the big man BUG. He caught Sean and has him in a military press!

SoR: BUG must be thinking Bug Zapper here! Sean is squirming; he’s desperately trying to escape… Reserve Hurricanrana!!! Amazing counter by Sean, who holds on for the pin!

One

Two

Th… Kick-out!!

Edible: BUG is still alive in this match! And Sean is idiotically giving him time to recover!

SoR: Not exactly partner, it seems as though Sean is preparing something. BUG is up to his feet, Sean rushes towards him…

Edible: BUG catches Sean’s foot! Sean went for the superkick but Big Ugly Guy caught him! He hoists Sean up for a suplex…

SoR: BUG SPRAY!! That suplex was turned into a piledriver perfectly!! This one is over!!

One

Two

Three!

Big Ugly Guy (6.96 aps + 2.0 avs = 8.96 total)
Sean Jensen (5.72 aps - 0.2 penalty + 1.0 avs = 6.52 total)

SoR: Impressive Pay-Per-View debut for the Big Ugly Guy and his master Bob Babaganoosh! Sean Jensen didn’t look too bad either.

Edible: Bah, I don’t have time to care for losers! Now the BUG, he’s an incredible competitor! Him and Babaganoosh are going places, mark my words!



The camera shows the two commentators at their desk.

SoR: And we are back here live from Indianapolis, Indiana and ladies in gentlemen, this match is not one for the faint at heart. Possibly the most sick mind in FMW, is about to go one-on-one with the prettiest man in FMW, Janus Flare in an Ultraviolent rules match! And Edible, this one is going to be messy!

Edible: This is going to be terrible! This is what I've been talking about! Ultraviolent rules are disgusting and make a debacle of our sport! I hope to god I can stomach it.

SoR: Well, it looks like we’re ready to go. Buster, take it away.

The camera zooms out and shows the crowd briefly, before switching its attention to the ramp.

Cherry: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under ultraviolent rules!!

The crowd pops.

Cherry: Introducing first…

Lake of Fire by Nirvana hits the speakers as Janus Flare appears at the ramp, with a red chair in his left hand, that has an arrow pointing to its centre, with “Your face” written beside it, and in his other hand holds a trash can with an assortment of weaponry inside.

Cherry: from The Utopian Nation, weighing in at 185 pounds, Prince JANNNNUUUUSSSSSSS FLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAARREEEEE!!!!

SoR: Make no mistake about it, Flare is coming down very well prepared for the bloodbath he is preparing to take part in.

Edible: Why do you have to say it like that?

SoR: like what?

Edible: Words like bloodbath make my stomach churn with disgust.

Flare arrives at the ring, and tosses his can into the ring. A “STOP” sign falls out of it as it hits the mat. Flare’s song fades out as he rolls into the ring, and the lights darken.

Sentenced to burn by Cannibal Corpse bursts through the speakers, and CAK appears at the ramp. CAK throws his arm into the air, and an explosion of flames shoots down the entrance ramp. CAK’s right arm is wrapped from his knuckles up to his shoulder in Barbed wire. Red liquid pours from the rafters onto horrified fans as CAK makes his way to the ring.

Cherry: Standing at 7 feet 4 Inches, and weighing in tonight at 425 pounds, He is the Titan of Ultra Violence, he is… CRRAAZZZZZZY AAASSH KILLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

SoR: Is that... blood?

Edible: It would appear so.

CAK hops up onto the apron of the ring. Before he can enter it, however, Flare rolls to the outside, with his chair, as the lights rise up to their regular brightness.

SoR: Flare rolls to the outside immediately. Flare is giving over 300 pounds to CAK, making this a pretty tough match for Flare, but I wouldn’t count him out.

Edible: That’s ‘cause you’re an idiot. Flare obviously doesn’t stand a chance! How is he supposed to overcome the mountain that is CAK?

SoR: Size isn’t everything; remember Diabolical vs. C.G.S?

Edible: What?

SoR: The Doctor? The bikie of Justice?

Edible: Doesn’t ring a bell.

SoR: *sigh*

CAK starts shouting profanities at Flare. As Flare approaches the ring again, CAK tries grabbing him by reaching over the top rope. Flare drives the end of the chair into CAK’s shin, bringing him to a knee. Flare hops onto the apron

SoR: Flare giving himself a chance to get into the ring here. Flare going for a cross body, but CAK caught him! Shades of the great Mark Henry with that front powerslam!

CAK picks up Flare, and levels him with a clothesline with his barbed-wire arm!

SoR: Barbed wire to Flare’s face! Flare back to his feet, and Flare eats a second barbed clothesline!

Flare gets back to his feet with very small cuts on his cheek and forehead, and as CAK attempts the third clothesline, Flare counters with a drop toehold. CAK starts getting back to his feet, but gets smacked in the jaw with the stop sign! It proves to not be enough too keep him down, however, as he jumps to his feet again.

SoR: CAK eats that shot from the stop sign, but just shakes it off! CAK looking right down at Flare, who hits him AGAIN over the skull! And he doesn’t budge! I think Flare’s just pissing CAK off more than anything!

CAK shouts at Flare, and as Flare raises the stop sign a third time, CAK hits him with a Big Boot to the face! CAK then quickly sets Flare up in a sitting position on the mat, and begins rubbing his barbed arm into his face.

Edible: This is terrible. I can’t bring myself to look, but as a professional, I will do what I must!

SoR: CAK just grinding his arm into Flare’s face! Flare starting to bleed a little heavier from the forehead, and it bleeds onto the arm of CAK. He is loving the agony that Flare is in.

CAK eventually releases Flare. Flares rolls away from CAK, holding his face. CAK picks up the Thrash can that Flare brought with him, turns it upside down and shakes out its contents. Out the can falls it’s lid, a lead pipe and a “Don’t feed the gorillas” sign. CAK picks up the can itself, and approaches Flare. CAK raises the can, but before hitting Flare, Flare quickly low blows CAK! CAK keels over and drops the can. Flare grabs his red chair and smashes CAK in the head as hard as he can!

SoR: Flare with a MONSTEROUS chair shot to the forehead of CAK! CAK stumbling, but he still on his feet, but Flare with a SECOND shot! CAK drops to his knees!

Edible: I cant believe I’m being forced to watch this garbage wrestling. THAT’S WHAT IT IS! GARBAGE!

Flare holds up the chair in his right hand to show the crowd the dents in the chair. Flare then redirects his attention to CAK. CAK is still nearly the same height as Flare despite being on his knees from the massive height difference. Flare quickly hops onto the turnbuckle with the chair, and leaps at CAK with the chair, colliding with CAK’s skull for the third time. CAK falls to the ground, and Flare covers.

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2.Kickout!

SoR: 2 count only for Flare. Flare not dwelling on it though, as he rolls CAK onto his stomach, hooks the leg and applies the STF in the centre of the ring. A good move to wear down the big guy is the STF.

Edible: Gaddamn, I don’t feel good…

CAK twists and turns in attempt to break the hold, but Flare has the hold tight. CAK pushes himself off the ground with his hands, and lunges at the ropes, and grabs them.

SoR: CAK has the ropes, but there are no rope-breaks in UV rules!

CAK realises this. CAK attempts getting back to a Vertical base by using the ropes. Despite Flare having his leg hooked, CAK manages to get up on his one foot. CAK then falls back, crushing Flare in the process.

SoR: CAK powers out of Flares hold! CAK gets back to his feet, and Flare does too.

Flare squares up with CAK.

SoR: Flare going face-to-stomach with CAK here. Flare throwing straight-arm punch into CAK. And a second, ducks a CAK swing and Punches him again!

Flare throws a few more right hands into CAK, then takes a run up off the ropes and jumps at CAK, but gets caught!

SoR: He just caught Flare! CAK murders Flare with a Spine buster! CAK covers…

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2…

Kick out!

Flare manages to kick out somehow! CAK agitated by this, and drags Flare to his feet, and lifts him into the Military position! What power by CAK as he walks around the ring with Flare over his head! He walks over to the ropes and launches Flare into the first row!

The crowd members in the front row move out of the way and allow Flare to hit the front row of chairs.

SoR: Flare crashes into the front row, and CAK is in hot pursuit! CAK exits the ring and climbs over the barricade to follow Flare.

Edible: Fighting in the crowd… A spectacle you don’t see much these days, do you?

CAK climbs over the guardrail to a prone Flare. CAK signals to a fan to move out of his way so he can take his chair, which he refuses to do. CAK uppercuts said fan in the jaw, and takes it anyway.

SoR: CAK not having his way with the crowd, but it’s not stopping him. CAK turns to Flare, and flare DROPKICKED the chair into his face! I thought he was out! Flare starts beating on CAK, who tries desperately to get to his feet!

The crowd make a semi-circle around Flare and CAK. Flare starts flinging the front row chairs in CAK’s direction, then climbs back over the guardrail.

SoR: Flare back at ringside now, and he throws up the apron, searching for something or other. Flare pulls out a Table!

Flare pulls out the table and slides it into the ring. Flare then reaches under the ring and grabs a kendo stick, and swats CAK as he climbs over the guardrail!

SoR: Cane shot right to back of CAK’s head! CAK collapses over the guardrail to the floor. Flare with a second shot to the back! He’s snapped it on CAK’s back!

Flare swings a third time, but CAK catches the cane, and forces it out of his hand! CAK then breaks on Flare head, and crumbles to the floor. CAK bundles Flare into the ring.

SoR: CAK rolls out to opposite side of the ring., and throws up the ringside apron. CAK pulls out another table, and unravels the barbed wire from his arm. CAK opens up the table on the outside, and pulls himself onto the apron.

Before CAK gets into the ring however, he is met by Flare, who smacks him with the “STOP” sign! CAK teeters on apron. Flare drops the sign, then leaps over the ropes, catches CAK’s head and pulls off the apron with a tornado DDT!

SoR: OH SHIT! Tornado DDT of the apron through a table!!!

Edible: Excellent, maybe this can be over now.

SoR: The referee slides to the outside to monitor the wreckage.

The Camera shot shows both men lying on the floor, with Flare’s arm draped over CAK.

SoR: The Ref’s counting it!

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Two!



Three!

Edible: Excellent, its over, lets move on now, nothing to see here.

SoR: It wasn’t three!

A wave of murmuring comes from the crowd. The referee stands up and holds two fingers to the crowd!

SoR: The Ref says two! That must have been the closest count in history!

CAK is the first to reach his feet. CAK rolls into the ring as Flare stands up. Flare rolls into the ring and argues with the referee, while CAK begins touching his forehead.

SoR: It looks like CAK finally realises he’s bleeding here…

CAK looks at the red on his hands, and roars in anger. CAK quickly grabs the red chair and smashes Flare in the kidney area!

Edible: Is this really necessary!?

CAK sets up the table in the centre of the ring, then grabs the idol thrash can and dunks it on Flare’s head.

SoR: Flare is trapped in the can! CAK picks him up in the powerbomb position! Oh Christ! ABYSS OF WOE! ABYSS OF WOE THROUGH THE TABLE!

The crowd pop massively. CAK pulls the destroyed can off of Flare, and falls onto him.

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Two…




Three!

Edible: Thank God!

Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match, Crazzzyyyy Ash Killaahhhhhhhh!!!!

SoR: It was a great showing by Flare, but he couldn’t overturn the size difference of the massive CAK, who walks away your winner!

CAK (7.6 aps + 1.9 avs = 9.5 total)
Janus Flare (7.95 aps + 1.3 avs = 9.25 total)


The camera cuts backstage where a waiting Dalby Sound stands in front of a FMW Logo.

Sound: Greetings. For those of you who live under a rock, I’m Dalby Sound, millionaire and the best thing that happened to this sad federation.

You see, I’m the genius behind the million dollar match concept. I know how hard times are with the economy being the way it is, and I’m doing my part to help out our poor federation talent, but, I’m not just here to talk about how great that is, I’m also here to state that starting after tonight, not only will these matches be for a million dollars, but they will also be for the C-4 championship. For you see, as a wrestler with the pedigree such as myself, it would be near impossible for me to walk out without that belt.

Dalby smiles for a moment until he looks off screen, disgusted. The camera pulls back and the crowd pops as it reveals Michael James. He comes next to Dalby, smiling.

James: Really? Do you mean that, Dalby? You see, I don’t like you. You’re arrogant and you don’t have the ability to back up the words you say. You’re the bottom of the totem pole here at FMW, Dalby, and I’m not afraid to prove it.

Dalby: You think you can beat me! You fool!

James: No, I don’t think, Dalby… I know, but in all fairness to you, good luck in that match tonight. In fact, I hope you win. That way, when I beat you at the next Million Dollar Challenge, not only will I be that much richer, but I’ll be the first ever dual belt superstar in FMW, when I take your C-4 Championship, because I guarantee I’m walking out Abandoned champion tonight. Enjoy the rest of your time, Dalby, its coming to an end.

James pats Dalby’s shoulder and exits the area. Dalby begins growing red in the face as he exits the stage.

SoR: Well folks up next we have the HaVoc open challenge as Buck Shelby takes on Chain Reaction. We’re not expecting anything fancy in this match as it’s going to be a fight and all of this is to decide who gets to challenge a member of HavOc.

Edible: Yes, basically its to decide who gets to a die a slow, painful, televised death.

SoR: Well in any event this should be a good match from two up and comer…wait we gotta go to the back somethings going down…

The shot cuts to the back and we see Buck Shelby attacking Chain Reaction as FMW officials try to break it up. Shelby takes Reaction and he whips him back first into a vending machine and he quickly grabs him by the hair and drags him up the steps to the stage. They make it out onto the stage and Shelby picks up Chain Reaction and he slams him hard down onto the stage and he starts walking to the ring as the referees prevent him from attacking him further.

SoR: I don’t know what just happened, but it appears Buck Shelby did the proverbial Pearl Harbor job on Chain Reaction and now Chain is laid out on the stage after a vicious body slam.

Edible: Hey watch it with references like that. It might be offensive to some.

SoR: Gorilla Monsoon used to say it all the time…

Edible: Yeah but he’s dead and doesn’t have to deal with the PC Police.

Shelby makes it into the ring and he grabs the referee and tells him to ring the bell and start counting

SoR: You have to be kidding me, he wants Chain Reaction counted out.

The three memebers of HavOc, Syanide, Mercutio, and Harlequin, appear on the stage with folding chairs as Chain Reaction slowly starts picking himself up and is making his way towards the ring. The referee calls for the bell and starts counting but Buck Shelby stops the count by rolling out to the floor and he runs up the isle and nails Chain Reaction with a big drop kick. He quickly grabs him and starts dragging him to the ring.

SoR: Chain Reaction right now is suffering a meltdown as he never got a chance to even start in this match.

Edible: Chain Reaction…Meltdown…that’s cute.

SoR: Shelby has him back up and he throws him into the ring and this one can officially start and Shelby is quickly going up to the top rope as he’s waiting for Chain Reaction to stand up. Shelby leaps and he nails Chain Reaction with a huge missile drop kick. This could be it…cover and count…one two KICKOUT by Chain Reaction.

Edible: HaVoc seem impressed that Chain Reaction was able to kick out of that.

SoR: Shelby can’t believe it and he picks Chain Reaction back up and he goes behind and he sets up for the bridging dragon Suplex but Chain Reaction blocks it and he gets free and he goes behind and takes him down with a school boy…one two Kickout by Shelby. Shelby quickly is back up and Chain takes him down with the inside cradle…one two…Kickout by Shelby. Shelby is back up again and Chain goes behind and he has him in a backslide…one two Kickout by Shelby again and Shelby is back up and he nails Chain with a kick to the stomach and spikes him with a DDT.

HaVoc looks on from the stage and they seem impressed with the match so far

Edible: I think HaVoc likes what they've seen so far as Chain Reaction got three quick near falls on Buck Shelby. These two men are going to kill each other to get a shot at Havoc!

SoR: Well I think Shelby might be looking to end this one quick as he drags Chain to the corner and he says he’s going up top. Shelby is a gifted high flyer and he looks to be setting up for the 450 and if he hits this it will be over…Shelby jumps AND CHAIN REACTION GOT THE KNEES UP. SHELBY CRASHES AND BURNS.

Edible: That was the highest of high risks and the proverbial pool was empty on that one.

SoR: Chain Reaction is pulling himself back up as Shelby stands back up and Chain greets him with a right hand and another and another. Shelby is dazed and Chain grabs him and he hooks him up and connects with a big snap Suplex. Chain is quickly up and he goes into the ropes and he drops a big elbow right onto Buck. Chain with the cover…one two Kickout by Shelby. Chain quickly picks him back up and he sends him into the ropes and he nails him with a big drop kick and now Chain Reaction is going to the outside.

Edible: This could be a huge mistake for the kid as he is not the caliber of high flyer that Buck Shelby is.

SoR: The stakes are high in this match as Shelby is up and Chain goes for a high cross body AND SHELBY DUCKS IT. Chain Reaction wiped out on that one and Shelby is sensing the time is now as he picks Chain back up and he rams him into the corner. Shelby nails him with a big chop and another and another and Chain is dazed as Shelby hoists him up to the top turnbuckle. Shelby looks to be setting up for a top rope hurricanranna. Shelby goes for it but Chain blocks it. Shelby quickly stands back up and he nails Chain with a big right hand. Chain responds with one of his own and another and another and he grabs Shelby AND HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A TOP ROPE SUPER FRONT SUPLEX. Both men are down and the referee is starting his ten count.

Referee: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN…EIGHT

Edible: Shelby is back up at nine…how the hell is he back up after that one.

SoR: So is Chain Reaction and he nails Shelby with a big right hand and he sends him into the ropes. Chain ducks for a back drop but Shelby is waiting and he nails him with a boot right to the face. Chain is dazed and Shelby levels him with a big spinning wheel kick. Chain is down and out and Shelby drags him back to the corner and he quickly springs to the top rope and he nails the Moonsalt…forget about it…one two three this one is over.

Ring Announcer: The winner of the match is BUCK SHELBY
Buck Shelby (7.7 aps + 2.6 avs = 10.3 total)
Chain Reaction (7.35 aps + 0.6 avs = 7.95 total)

Shelby rolls over to the side of the ring and demands a microphone. He pulls himself up with the ropes and leans up against them.

Shelby: Mercutio, don't get comfortable, sweetheart. I'm coming to kick your ass.

Harlequin jumps for joy as Mercutio and Syanide stare at Buck Shelby.

SoR: Shelby wins a hell of a match but his reward of fighting HavOc isn't really exactly a wonderful prize. Can this really be considered a win?

The scene slowly fades in from darkness, to not much really; only a single spotlight shining down from above, illuminating only a small circle on the floor within pitch-black darkness. In the way of the light, though, the heavily shadowed faces of Romeo Vizzini and Travis "Revolver" McCart can slowly be made out and recognized. Romeo is holding up a Silver Pistol to the light, seemingly polishing it. It glimmers underneath the single spotlight, seemingly as to emphasize its value as some sort of treasure.

Romeo: Evil has spread far too wide. One cannot walk down the street nowadays without noticing even the smallest of crimes being committed.

He says this without looking at the camera, still intent on the gun he is polishing.

Travis: And we believe that nothing conventional can be done to contain this evil.

McCart is also holding a Silver Pistol of his own, but has now only revealed it.

Romeo: Rehabilitation does not work. Second chances don't work. Mercy does not work on the wicked.

Romeo then stops rubbing his gun.

Travis: Which is why we shoot to kill.

Romeo: Because the vines which are unhealthy must be pruned. The fruit that is poisonous must be thrown away. Evil must be stopped in its tracks, not given another chance on another day.

Romeo and Travis sit up straight on whatever they're sitting on.

Travis: You may call us trigger-happy, you may call us vigilantes, hell, you could even say we're wrong. But we don't care. Men have always tried to fight the sword with the pen but they have never gotten far.

Romeo: And those who live by wickedness must die by wickedness. That is our truth.

Travis: That is our faith.

Romeo: We are the Silver Pistols.

At that, Romeo and Travis simultaneously lift up the Silver Pistols in their hands, point it straight at the camera, and fire.

The camera cuts back in to the ring, the giant steel cell covers the ring, surrounded by a thick layer of volcanic ash, 8 superstars already on top of the massive chamber.

Suddenly Jet Black New Year blasts through the speakers as T. Ekstreme accompanies Westley McGreggor, Steve-E, and Slegnadamus to the ring, all of them with their new titles around their waists. Ekstreme smirks as the trio walk down the ramp to a chorus of boos. As the trio begin to climb the cage, Ekstreme takes their belts and walks around to the announcers booth and takes his seat.

Edible: And we are now in the presence of greatness!

Ekstreme: Thank you, kind sir. I see our company is not completely void of great men with common sense.

Edible: Sir, you make me blush.

SoR: Oh brother…

Edible: No, we’re not related, but I can understand how you’d think we were, both of us so successful and all.

Sick, Sick, Sick by QOTSA cuts off Ekstreme’s music and the crowd pops as Styxx and Adema Aeries make their way from behind the curtain and down the ramp, both focused on the other stars atop the cage.

Edible: Look at these vile hooligans! I can’t believe the things they’ve done in these past few weeks.

SoR: What, you mean support this company and its stars with honesty and fairness?

Ekstreme: You lie like a dog, Repo. These men have directly denied their superiors and have broken countless rules! I’d fire them if I could, but their contracts are above a certain length at the moment and I can’t.

As Styxx and Adema climb the side of the cage, Ekstreme nudges the time keeper, and the bell rings and all of the stars are off and fighting engaging in one huge sloppy brawl.

SoR: Ekstreme, by my count this is only 13 people, where’s the 14th?

Ekstreme: Well, Phantom Lord apparently hadn’t come to the arena today, so I figured just go without him. If he shows up, hes late, whatever, that’s just another thousand dollars in my pocket… I mean fine. He gets fined a thousand dollars.

Edible: You are indeed a great leader, Mister Ekstreme.

SoR: Oh yeah!? Well, explain the awarding of the titles to your little friends, here.

Ekstreme: Jealous, much, Repo? Fact of the matter is that Westley McGreggor is a bigger star than ANYONE on this roster, ALL brands included. He was the winner of one of the most watched television shows on cable EVER and thusly deserves to be rewarded for gracing our appearance. Also, name a team more worthy to hold the Television Tag Titles than our number one and two ranked superstars on Underground? Steve-E and Slegna will hold those titles for a long time, I see it now!

Edible: Pure genius. You cant argue that logic, Repo.

SoR: No, I can’t, because its nonsensical.

Back atop the cage, Alex Lyons and John Locke are double teaming Westley McGreggor, landing double kicks to the gut that sends the Pros versus Joes winner to his back at the edge of the cage.

Ekstreme: Look! He’s so great that two people have to try to take him out! How unfair!

Edible: Its an injustice!

SoR: More like good strategy, but you know, whatever you guys say. Lyons and Locke are ready, however, and they lock arms! They’re going for a double clothesline! McGreggor starts to stagger up!

Ekstreme: Westley, no! Stay down!

As Westley begins to get up to his feet, Lyons and Locke charge. Styxx punches Steve-E directly in the face near by, which sends him flying. The two men don’t notice this, however, and trip directly over the body of Steve-E, propelling each other over Westley and off the cage.

Cherry: Alex Lyons and John Locke have been eliminated!

Ekstreme: What a great display of power by Steve-E there, eliminating TWO superstars at once! Tell me he isn’t worthy, Repo!

SoR: He’s not wor-

Ekstreme: YOU CANT! EXACTLY!

Edible: That was great team work there by the duo. Westley lulling them into a false sense of security really paid off.

Back atop the cage, Styxx is back working over Steve-E until Slegna runs up from behind and jumps on Styxx’s back, applying a sleeper hold

Edible: Great strategy there, take the big man out first!

SoR: More like eliminate the one you have a vendetta against!

Ekstreme: You can’t be serious! Although Styxx is a very, very ignorant buffoon, we here are partial at FMW. He just happens to be the biggest target. Sucks to be him, but that’s what you get for being a freak.

SoR: Well, it doesn’t look like Styxx is having a hard time as he just lunged back, slamming Slegnadamus on the steel! Steve-E charges over, CLOTHESLINE FROM ADEMA OUT OF NOWHERE! Westley charges, NO! CHRIS K WITH THE SHOULDER BLOCK SENDS WESTLEY FLING OFF THE CAGE!

Ekstreme: NO! HANG ON WESTLEY!

Westley is able to grab hold of the side of the cage, but Chris K tries to stomp on his hand. Westley moves his left, then when Chris tries to stomp his right, he moves the right. Chris jumps up as to stomp both hands, and Westley lets go, before realizing that was a bad move and begins his fall down the side of the cage.

Ekstreme: DAMMIT! CHEATER! CHEATER!

Cherry: Westley McGreggor has been eliminated!

Westley gets up furious from the ash, grabbing his title and walking back up the ramp, shouting obsceneties.

Edible: That’s alright, boss, we’ve got 2 more up there still.

Ekstreme: Exactly. Shame Westley lost, but our chances are still great.

SoR: You gotta be kidding me.

Up atop the cage Styxx and Adema are holding Steve-E and Slegna in full-nelsons, letting anyone and everyone hit them directly in the gut.

Edible: WHAT UNDERHANDED TACTICS!

Ekstreme: Tell me, Repo, is that honorable!? Is that noble!?

SoR: What goes around co-

Ekstreme: NO! IT ISNT!

After everyone gets their shots in, Jessie McMasters walks up to the two and kicks them square in the nuts. Adema and Styxx let go as the two writhe around in pain on top of the cage.

Ekstreme: Low blow! Are you serious!

Edible: How deep do you go with these underhanded, dirty tactics!? This is a sham! A mockery!

SoR: Or, you know, good strategy, seeing as how this is all for one, might as well weaken two targets and save them for easy elimination later.

Edible: LIES!

The crowd suddenly explodes in a rousing chorus of boos as Phantom Lord rushes in through the crowd and begins his climb.

Ekstreme: Sweet, I just made a thousand bucks.

Edible: Look at Jessie McMasters taunt Steve-E and Slegna! That’s sexism!

SoR: You gotta be kidding me.

Edible: It is! Its blatant and illegal sexism! She should be fired or disciplined!

Ekstreme: I’ll work on it.

Suddenly, Phantom Lord gets up onto the cage and charges toward Jessie McMasters. He spins her around, kicks her in the gut, and sets her up for a piledriver. He walks to the side of the cage instead of dropping her right there.

SoR: DON’T DO THAT PHANTOM! THINK OF HER WELL BEING! THIS IS GOING TOO FAR!

Ekstreme: If he doesn’t do it he’s fired.

Edible: Good call, sir. Good call indeed.

Phantom Lord leaps off the top of the cage as the crowd takes in one huge collective breath and watches as Phantom Lord drops Jessie McMasters head first from 20 feet.

SoR: OH MY GOD!

Edible: That’s what you get you skank!

Ekstreme: My thoughts exactly, Edible.

SoR: How could you think that! You’re both cold…heartless bastards!

Ekstreme: Well, think of it this way, now I don’t have to fire her, and she can collect some insurance. I’m really thinking of her best interests.

Cherry: Phantom Lord and Jessie McMasters have been eliminated!

The paramedics run out from the back, stretcher in hand. The other stars collectively watch as they lift her up and strap her in, wheeling her back. Phantom Lord escapes through the crowd as they pelt him with beers and food.

SoR: Phantom Lord getting the hell out of dodge, I wouldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t show my face for a year if I were him.

Ekstreme: Edible, remind me to cut that thousand dollar fine in half, please.

Edible: You got it boss.

Ekstreme stands up really quick as Slegnadamus points to something. Ekstreme walks over and grabs a metal folding chair and tosses it up to Slegna. As soon as the other wrestlers turn, Slegna starts planting them with chair shots.

SoR: What the hell Ekstreme!

Ekstreme: Look! Its like the Home Run Derby up there!

Edible: Down goes Adema! Down goes Chris K! Down goes Karso Key and Leon Caprice! He swings for Chris Kelson, NO!

Ekstreme: DAMMIT SLEGNA!

SoR: Kelson ducks and Slegna lays out Steve-E! Slegna is visibly upset as he turns, SUPERKICK FROM KELSON! THE CHAIR BOUNCED BACK INTO SLEGNAS FACE! HE FALLS OFF THE CAGE!

Ekstreme: DAMMIT!

Edible: I do not want to be Chris Kelson right now.

Cherry: Slegnadamus has been eliminated!

SoR: Starting to even out the playing field, eh, Ekstreme?

Ekstreme: Shut the hell up before I fire your ass for a monkey that can play an accordion.

Edible: Hah. That’s all you’re worth, Repo.

Adema Aeries turns and charges Chris Kelson and throws a massive clothesline, but Kelson ducks and Adema is instead met by Jason Krow, who spins Adema up into a firemans carry, then Chokeslams him off the top of the cage.

SoR: Jason Krow hits the Near Death Experience! Adema is out!

Cherry: Adema Aeries is eliminated!

Karso Key gets up and begins brawling with Chris K as the other remaining wrestlers start to go back at it in a massive brawl.

SoR: Karso Key and Chris K are going at it, but look at this! Styxx is brawling with Chris Kelson!

Ekstreme: That giant behemoth, I hope he catches the clap.

Edible: Can you say that on the air?

Ekstreme: I say whatever I want to say on the air!

Edible: Right, yes, sorry, my mistake. The clap, yeah, I hope he gets it.

Styxx Irish Whips Chris Kelson right into Karso Key and Chris K.

SoR: Styxx with the Irish Whip! All three men fly over, did he just eliminate three men!

Ekstreme: Get your eyes checked, Repo, Key and Chris K just flew over the side, but Kelson is hanging on!

SoR: Styxx is walking over, OH MY!

Kelson waits for Styxx to get close enough, then with a quick motion, flings his legs up over the side of the cage and gets on his stomach on top of the steel. He then lunges forward and grabs a hold of Styxx’s legs in a chop block and leg sweep combination, sending the big man down.

Cherry: Karso Key, Chris K, and Styxx have been eliminated!

Ekstreme: And team Dumbass has finally been eliminated! This is great! Try getting into Mt. V now you ignoramuses! This is easy street for Steve-E now; he’s got it in the bag.

SoR: I wouldn’t say that. Steve-E hasn’t really moved much for the past 5 minutes. You know, ever since he got demolished by a girl.

Edible: Blasphemy! You shut your mouth!

Chris Kelson gets up and charges the brawling Leon Caprice and Jason Krow with a flying clothesline for the both of them. He then lifts Caprice and begins wailing away on his face.

SoR: Kelson with a new found fury is wailing on Caprice’s face! A right, a left, another right! Kelson is on fire!

Edible: None of this matters. They all should just throw themselves over at the marvelous wonder that is Steve-E!

Ekstreme: You tell them, Edible.

Repo: Gee, Edible, can your head go any further up Ekstreme’s ass?

Esktreme: Watch your tongue, Repo. I know a man who has a lot of those monkeys I mentioned earlier.

Kelson suplexes Caprice to the edge of the cage. Caprice falls but is just able to grab on and pull himself up. He doesn’t see Chris Kelson standing in wait for him, however.

SoR: Caprice is setting himself up for trouble!

Ekstreme: Kelson is lucky. This moron doesn’t stand a chance if he was targeted so unfairly like my guys.

Edible: Exactly. These underhanded tactics need to be discussed. We have impressionable youths to think about!

SoR: Caprice is up! Kelson with that superkick! That’s what got Slegna! NO!

Caprice drops to one knee before Kelson connects with his kick and catches him on his shoulder. He stands up and drops Kelson off his shoulder and off the cage.

Cherry: Chris Kelson has been eliminated!

Edible: And then there were three!

Ekstreme: My guy has a great shot. Believe you me, this man is going places.

Caprice staggers up as Jason Krow charges him with a monstrous big boot.

Ekstreme: He wasn’t so good at stopping that one, was he?

Edible: His jaw looks misaligned now, that’s pretty harsh. I like it.

SoR: What is wrong with you two!

Edible: Whats wrong with your FACE!

Ekstreme: Ha, good one.

Edible: Thanks boss.

Krow suplexes Caprice onto the steel and rolls through, irish whipping him across the steel.

SoR: Krow throws Caprice, OH MY!

Ekstreme: Look at that strategy!

Caprice runs across the steel and right over the prone body of Steve-E, who was just beginning to get up. Caprice falls face first on the steel and his momentum carries him over.

Cherry: Leon Caprice has been eliminated!

Ekstreme: That marks THREE eliminations for one half of the Television Tag Team Champions. Impressive, isn’t it?

SoR: More like three lucky breaks.

Edible: LIAR!

Krow walks over to Steve-E and begins stomping on him. He lifts Steve-E and stares him in the eye, a huge smirk on his face. He grabs Steve-E by the throat and lifts him for a chokeslam when Steve-E pokes Krow’s eye with his thumb.

SoR: Steve-E doing everything possible not to get eliminated!

Ekstreme: Hes a scrapper, Repo! He’s a fighter! He won’t go down till hes the last man standing!

SoR: Or until he gets a boo boo and needs to cry to mommy.

Edible: HEY! Sometimes boo boo’s hurt really bad!

SoR: Sure, right, whatever you say, Edible.

Krow covers his eye as he huddles over in the center of the cage. Steve-E smirks as he suddenly gets a boost of energy, charging over and wailing lefts and rights on Krow’s back.

Ekstreme: Look at those masterful punches! Look at the strength!

Edible: This one’s in the bag!

SoR: Or, you know, not.

Krow suddenly shoots up, looking at Steve-E furiously. Suddenly, Steve-E isn’t as intense as he was before. Krow begins throwing lefts and rights to Steve-E’s face, edging closer to the side of the cage.

Ekstreme: Not the face! We need that to stay pretty for ratings!

SoR: I don’t think Krow really cares, to be honest.

Edible: Will you just shut up! This is a life and death matter! If we don’t have him, how will we garner the great ratings we do! This is serious business, Repo!

SoR: Oh, sorry, I didn’t know it was a national crisis. Call the coast guard!

Edible: Yes! Great idea! Someone, get the coast guard!

SoR: You’re a moron.

Krow has Steve-E by the edge of the cage and reels back throwing a massive clothesline. Steve-E grabs hold of Krow’s pants, however, and pulls him down with him. Steve-E dangles from Krow as he grabs hold of the side of the cage, both men hanging off the edge.

Ekstreme: NO! STEVE-E HANG ON!

Edible: WHERE IS THE COAST GUARD DAMMIT! God, what can you expect from wanna-be soldiers.

SoR: Wow, are you serious?

Edible: As a heart attack!

SoR: Im going to ignore you now. Steve-E is climbing up Jason Krow! Steve-E with a punch to the back of Krow’s head, that sends his face into the steel!

Ekstreme: Pull him off Steve-E! You’re a step away!

SoR: Krow is shaking around but he cant get him off!

Steve-E then grabs the cage next to Krow and climbs off. He throws Krow’s head into the side of the cage repetitively. Krow seems as if he’s beginning to lose his grip.

Ekstreme: YES! Guys, just so you know, victory party in the back after the show. Edible you can come, Repo, you can come too, for fifty bucks.

SoR: I wouldn’t be caught dead at your party.

Edible: A PARTY! AND IM INVITED? KICK ASS!

Ekstreme: Yeah. Cake and women, all there.

Edible: I don’t do drugs.

SoR: CAKE, you moron. Not coke.

Edible: Oh, sorry boss.

Steve-E, a huge smile on his face, begins climbing back up the cage.

Ekstreme: Yes, get back up there, better positioning.

Edible: Great strategy, you’ve taught him well.

Ekstreme: What can I say, he’s learned from the- NO!

As Steve-E is climbing, Jason Krow grabs the back of his trunks and pulls back with all his strength. Steve-E’s smile turns into a look of despair as he is flung from the cage with nowhere to grab. He falls to the ash below as Krow climbs up.

SoR: Learned from the what, Ekstreme? The best? Highly unlikely.

Ekstreme: YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH REPO! ONE MORE WORD AND YOURE FIRED!

SoR: Oh, I’m frightened.

Cherry: Steve-E has been eliminated! The winner of this match, and entry into Mount Vesuvius, JASON KROOOOOOOOOOOOW!

Ekstreme gets up, furious. He grabs the belts at the table and storms off, catching up to the beaten Steve-E. He throws his belt at Steve-E and storms up the ramp, not looking back.

Jason Krow (7.72 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.12 total)
Steve-E Taylor (7.5 aps + 0.3 avs = 7.8 total)
Leon Caprice (7.18 aps + 0.4 avs = 7.58 total)
Chris Kelson (7.42 aps + 0.1 avs = 7.52 total)
Styxx (7.12 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.2 avs = 7.22 total)
Chris K. (6.52 aps + 0.2 avs = 6.72 total)
Karso Key (6.62 aps + 0.1 avs = 6.72 total)
Adema Aeries (6.4 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.1 avs = 6.4 total)
Slegnadamus (6.06 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.1 avs = 5.96 total)
Phantom Lord (5.32 aps + 0.2 avs = 5.52 total)
Westley McGreggor (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
Jessie McMasters (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
Alex Lyons (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
John Locke (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

Edible: Dammit! See what you did, Repo! Dude, you’re so fired…

SoR: I’m not afraid of him.

Edible: Oh dammit! This means I don’t get cake!

SoR: Now it is time for our main event. This match is going to be the Genesis of one team and the reformation of another team. Romeo Vizzini and Revolver McCart have come together and thrown there name into the Tag Team scene. Both men are technically proficient athletes that will do what is necessary to win. On the other side is the return and reformation of the Brothers from Castlebar, Ireland, The Celt and Pure Extremist. These two can be a dangerous combo with there strong brawling style, but also keep the technicians off balance with there aerial ability and PX’s technical knowledge.

Edible: Celt and PX could go so far in this company if they didn’t pander to the fans. These guys are the epitome of what a wrestler representing Anarchy should be. They will cut you up without hesitation, but they can go hold for hold, counter for counter with any one of those fairies on Alchemy or Anxiety! These guys are pure crazy! Why on earth they pander to these blood thirsty savages is beyond me!

SoR: We would like to remind all of you that the winners of this match up secure their spots for Mount Vesuvius! So we know these guys are going to give it there all to get that spot!

Edible: Of course! We will see who is willing to do what is necessary to be able to compete in the biggest match in FMW, Mount Vesuvius!

Cherry: The following Tag Team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

The sound of a Heart Beat sounds on the PA. After the Heart Beat flat lines, green fog comes around the entrance ramp as “Warrior’s Code” by the Dropkick Murphys blares on the PA. The Celt and Pure Extremist come out to the roar of the crowd. They walk to the ring slapping hands with the crowd. Pure Extremist walks to a section of fans that have the Irish Flag in their area and starts to high five all of them. One of them hands him a beer, which he takes and enters into the ring, drinking while on the turnbuckle.

Cherry: From Castlebar, Ireland! Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 419 Pounds. This is THE CELT and PURE EXTREMIST!

“Scream, Aim, Fire” by Bullet for My Valentine blares on the PA as the Silver Pistols walk out on stage to a roar from the crowd. They walk down the ramp, focused solely on there opponents. When they reach the arena floor, Romeo whispers something in McCart’s ear, then they jump on the apron and enter the ring.

Cherry: And there opponents, hailing from Sicily, Italy and Sarasota, Florida. They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 497 pounds. Romeo Vizzini and Revolver McCart! This is the SILVER PISTOLS!

SoR: The Celt and Romeo Vizzini are going to start things off. Romeo offers his hand to Celt, who shakes it! Nice to see sportsmanship in this day and age!

Edible: I think I just barfed in my mouth!

SoR: Anyway, Collar and elbow tie up. They keep it locked on. Romeo muscles The Celt to the corner. Ref tells them to break. Romeo lets go and he shoves The Celt for good measure!

Edible: Hmm. I might have misjudged the Silver Bullets a bit! There is a little fire there!

SoR: Silver Pistols, Ed! Collar and Elbow tie up again, No! Romeo with a single leg takedown. He goes for a spinning toe hold, The Celt kicks him off! Romeo runs toward The Celt, who drops down, Romeo off the ropes, armdrag by The Celt. And another! Romeo runs at Celt again! Sunset flip by Romeo, but the Celt rolls through. Celt tries to hit the Castlebar Kiss, but Romeo rolls out of the way at the last possible second and heads out of the ring. What an opening exchange!

Edible: It is like I said. The Celt and PX can hang with the more mat based guys! He one-upped Romeo there!

SoR: Romeo heads back into the ring. Collar and elbow tie up again. Romeo with a knee to the gut! Elbow to the face of The Celt. Irish Whip! Kicks The Celt in the gut! Runs to the opposite ropes. Swinging Neckbreaker! Romeo put a lot of speed into that! And he sits the Celt up and puts him in a cravate!

Edible: Romeo is starting to sense a trickle of blood! He has a part that he thinks he has injured and he is going to capitalize!

Romeo keeps the hold locked on as The Celt tries to break free. The Celt Elbows Romeo in the stomach twice. Romeo lets go and tries to clothsline The Celt, but Celt ducks and starts to nail Romeo with punches. He lands two left jabs to the face, and a right haymaker. As he attempts to hit the Roaring Elbow to Complete the Kenpo Dragon Fists, Romeo rolls out of the way and makes it to his corner.

SoR: The Celt almost smashed Romeo with the Kenpo Dragon Fists, but he still had piece of mind to get out of the way! And Romeo tags in Revolver McCart, while The Celt tags in Pure Extremist!

Edible: Extremist is at a tactical advantage. McCart has fifty pounds and five inches on him!

SoR: Collar and Elbow Tie up by both men, and McCart shows his power by just muscling PX half way across the ring! PX doesn’t look too pleased at being showed up like that. McCart just tells him to bring it! Collar and Elbow tie up again. McCart does the same thing! PX gets up again, frustrated!

Edible: I think PX needs to change strategies! Just a bit!

SoR: They look to be going for the lock up again…not this time! PX with a boot to the gut of McCart. He Irish Whips McCart to the ropes. McCart reverses and whips him back to him. McCart goes for a…no! PX reversed a sideslam attempt into a tiltawhirl scissors DDT! And McCart is down. PX tags in The Celt and they lift McCart up!

PX and The Celt whip McCart to the ropes and both kick him in the gut. PX runs and gives McCart a springboard Bulldog. The Celt then runs toward McCart and locks in a rolling Muta Lock. Then PX runs to the ropes and delivers a springboard dropkick to the exposed face of McCart, who rolls away to the outside. Romeo goes to check on his partner and regroup while The Celt and PX play to the enthusiastic crowd.

SoR: What a series of moves by PX and the Celt! And they have the Silver Pistols regrouping outside!

Edible: They should have gone out there and brawled with the Silver Bullets, not give them a chance to regroup! It will haunt them, watch!

SoR: And McCart climbs back into the ring and runs toward The Celt. The Celt dodges and runs toward the ropes. McCart with a BIG Clothsline that folds The Celt in half! What a shot! McCart gets up and starts to stomp on the neck of The Celt! He drags him to the corner and tags in Romeo!

McCart puts The Celt on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Romeo comes running forward and the duo delivers a Samoan Drop/Neckbreaker combo on The Celt, who holds his neck from the impact.

SoR: What a combination by the Silver Pistols! Romeo with the cover! 1…2…kickout by The Celt! Romeo spins The Celt around and puts him in a camel clutch, placing his knee on the back of The Celt! The Celt is screaming in pain!

Edible: What did I tell you? They should have attacked instead of celebrated with the crowd! Now the Silver Pistols are back in it! And Romeo is having no problem stretching The Celt like a pretzel!

The Celt struggles to make it to the ropes, but makes it, forcing Romeo to break the hold. Romeo tags in McCart. McCart picks up The Celt and hits a gutbuster, then holds him in place. Romeo comes off the second rope with a knee drop on the back of The Celt’s neck.

SoR: Another strong combination by the Silver Pistols, focusing there attack on The Celt’s neck! McCart picks up The Celt. Vertical Suplex! And he is making him think about it!

Edible: He is making him dizzy as hell and is going to add some extra pain with the force of that suplex!

The Celt starts to struggle to break free. McCart tries to keep him up, but The Celt keeps fighting. McCart tries for a gourdbuster, but The Celt lands on his feet and nails McCart with the Kenpo Dragon Kick, knocking the big man down.

SoR: Kenpo Dragon Kick! The Celt fought back and now has a chance to tag in PX! He NEEDS to tag in PX!

McCart starts to get up as The Celt makes the tag and PX jumps into the ring.

SoR: The tag is made! Here comes PX! Elbow smash to McCart! In comes Romeo! Clothsline missed by Romeo! PX runs and nails a springboard DDT onto Romeo! McCart is out of the ring. Romeo is down!

PX sees McCart outside. He runs to the opposite ropes and plants him with tope con hilo over the top rope. PX starts to celebrate when Romeo Vizzini comes and nails a suicide dive, knocking PX down. Romeo and McCart start to pound on the downed PX. When they turn around, The Celt comes crashing into them with a frog splash plancha onto both of them. The crowd roar there approval at The Celt as he helps PX from the floor.

SoR: They have the crowd on there feet! PX and The Celt throw McCart into the ring. PX grabs McCart and nails the Irish Annihilation, landing McCart’s gut on The Celt’s knee! PX quickly goes to the second turnbuckle. Scissor kick on to the back of McCart’s neck! Cover! 1…2…McCart kicks out!

Edible: They are going to need to do more than that! McCart is a rough customer!

PX grabs McCart and kicks him in the gut. He spins him around and goes to deliver a hangman’s neckbreaker. McCart turns him back around and delivers a fisherman buster to PX. He rolls it over and then nails another Fisherman Buster! He rolls around again, slaps PX so hard it spins him around, and McCart finishes the trifecta with a big German Suplex. McCart gets up and yells to the crowd.

SoR: And Revolver McCart is pumped up! He blocked the neckbreaker, than suplexed PX around like he was a mannequin!

Edible: The Silver Pistols impress me! They may have the love of the peons, but they are no nonsense ass kickers!

SoR: McCart picks PX up and Headbutts him, knocking him back down. He lifts the young Irishman up and throws him roughly into the corner. Knife edge chop by McCart!

Edible: What a vicious shot! I heard that loud and clear from over here!

SoR: Indeed! McCart with another knife edge chop! He grabs PX by the head. Beal Throw! And PX is not in a good situation! McCart tags Romeo in! Romeo Irish Whips PX into the opposite corner. Corner Shoulder block into PX’s gut! Romeo hooks his arms. Double Arm DDT by Romeo! And he swings over and locks in the Cobra Clutch!

Edible: He is too close to the ropes! PX maybe hurt, but he should be able to reach the ropes!

SoR: Indeed, and after some struggling, he makes it! Romeo is not happy and perches PX on the top turnbuckle! What is he planning?

Romeo sets PX up for a rolling Fireman’s Carry from the top rope. PX elbows Romeo in the head multiple times. He gets out and delivers the Wreck ‘Em All! Both men are down and out!

SoR: PX nails the Wreck ‘Em All on Romeo! He expended everything he had to hit that! He needs to tag in The Celt!

Edible: Romeo is starting to show some life! If PX has anything left, he better tag Celt in right now!

SoR: PX is inching toward his partner! He has…no! Romeo stops him!

Romeo lifts PX up for a suplex, but PX flips out. Romeo goes to Spear PX, but PX evades him and Romeo accidentally nails the referee by mistake. McCart jumps into the ring to get at PX, but The Celt comes from nowhere and nails him with the Castlebar Cleaver.

SoR: The ref is down! Romeo accidentally speared him! He looks way out of it! The Celt stopped McCart from getting to PX by taking his head off with the Celtic Cleaver!

Edible: We shall see which team takes advantage of the ref being down!

SoR: The Celt goes to Romeo and kicks him in the gut! Nails him with the Mind Yer Step! He runs to the turnbuckles. Air Eire! What balance as he hits the moonsault after leaping to the top rope! He is signaling to the crowd for the Eternal Driver!

Edible: That maybe a little pre mature as McCart is stalking him!

The Celt turns around and get kicked in the gut by Revolver McCart. He lifts him up and attempts to hit the Over the Edge, put PX, saves his partner by pulling his legs and making McCart break the lose his grip. PX and The Celt dropkick McCart in the legs. Both men run toward the ropes and to McCart. The Celt gets tripped up by Romeo! PX goes for a running knee but McCart rolls out of the way and nails PX with a Capture Suplex.

SoR: PX is down! And McCart is going to put him away! McCart picks him up! OVER THE EDGE! Cover! 1…2…The Celt breaks the count! And Romeo looks frustrated that he let the Celt go! Romeo grabs the Celt and Irish Whips him to the ropes, but the Celt Reverses! CELTIC SWEEPING CHOKESLAM!

As The Celt gets ready to make the cover, McCart picks him up and knocks The Celt’s head off with a clothsline!

Edible: Revolver McCart made sure The Celt couldn’t capitalize on hitting that big move! That is a bad ass name, by the way!

SoR: Revolver McCart sees PX and tries to clothsline him! He missed! PX with the Hangman’s Neckbreaker! He takes McCart and places him up top. WRECK ‘EM ALL! And he locks in the Tequilla Sunrise! And he has McCart in no man’s land!

Edible: The Celt and Romeo are getting up! So is the Ref!

SoR: McCart is tapping! The match is over!

Edible: Like hell it is! The ref isn’t up yet! He hasn’t seen anything!

SoR: But he is tapping! Someone should ring the Bell!

Edible: Ref is still down and hasn’t seen it, so it doesn’t count!

SoR: The Celt is up, but Romeo knocks him down with a Flying Clothsline! Romeo runs toward PX and kicks him in the back of the head, breaking the hold. He throws PX out of the ring!

Edible: PX and the Celt lost a golden opportunity there, but the ref was down! The ref seems to be getting up! I think we all don’t know who the legal men are at this point, so it goes to whoever gets the win! The Celt is up and he looks like a man possessed!

SoR: He should be, his team should have already won the match! The Celt runs toward Romeo. He tries to nail the Castlebar Cleaver on Romeo, but Romeo dodges! He has The Celt up in the Fireman’s Carry! LA SPADA SICILIANA! Cover! 1…2…3! It is over! What a match!

Romeo Vizzini and Revolver McCart (7.96 aps + 7.6 aps + 1.7 avs = 17.26 total)
Pure Extremist and The Celt (7.84 aps + 7.8 aps + 1.5 avs = 17.14 total)

Cherry: The winners of the Match and qualifying for Mount Vesuvius! ROMEO VIZZINI, REVOLVER MCCART! THE SILVER PISTOLS!

The audience in attendance stand on there feet and give a standing ovation to all four participants. Romeo and McCart are overjoyed over there victory! The Celt starts to wake up and slowly gets up, with some aid from PX. Romeo walks over to The Celt and offers his hand. The Celt shakes it and both teams shake hands! The Celt and PX leave the ring and slap fives with the fans as The Silver Pistols celebrate and enjoy there victory.

SoR: What a hard fought battle between both teams! I thought that the team of PX and The Celt had it, but The Silver Pistols where able to gut it out and take advantage of an unfortunate situation and earn there spots at Mt Vesuvius!

Edible: They did what they had to do and survived! They used there focus and technical prowess to the fullest and used the ref being down, thanks to The Celt if you remember, to there advantage when it looked like they might lose! The Celt and PX did well, but The Celt was the one who knocked the Ref down and they kept posing to the peons! Maybe if they hadn’t knocked down the ref and didn’t cater to the inbreds in this arena, they might have won this!

SoR: Only you could spoil a good match!

Edible: I am paid to deal in facts, not kiss the wounds of every loser in this place! I gave them props, but they still lost! And the way they kissed and made up at the end was sickening!

SoR: In a time where sportsmanship is a lost art, you are sickened by these two teams showing respect for one another?

Edible: YES!

SoR: Unbelievable! What a great main event! We will see you all later tonight for more hard hitting action for Full Metal Wrestling presents Supremacy! Smitten versus Michaels, Jaro versus Bryson, C4 Fatal Fourway, and many more!

The camera cuts backstage as both members of SPARTA, Nick Bryson and Drew Michaels, stand observing the match on the screen backstage.

Bryson: You think?

Michaels: Most definately.

Bryson: Alright, to the curtain then.

The two men turn and walk of screen. The shot fades to black.