FMW presents No Holds Barred II PPV - RESULTS

The following is a pre-PPV exclusive, free to viewers…a look inside the House of HavOc.

The crowd turns its attention to the METAL-Tron as the scene fades in on an open room. The walls are patched with water stains, riddled with cob webs. The floors look as if they've been unused for quite some time, except for the commotion now going on in the middle of the room. Chuckles from nowhere brings in a fourth man, who's struggling with a black bag over his head.

???: Tromboner Man is blind! Tromboner Man is BuLIND!

Chuckles sets the man on the floor next to War Machine, Drew Michaels, and Jaro. Michaels and Jaro roll their eyes as the struggling competitor is revealed to be Tromboner Man.

TBM: Oh, thank the Heavens, Tromboner Man can see again!

Chuckles clears his throat, prompting everyone to turn their attention towards him.

Chuckles: If you'll shut up for a second, I've got a note from HavOc.

Chuckles brings his gaze up and finds War Machine glaring down at him. Visibly shaken, Chuckles somehow manages to keep his composure.

Chuckles: Ju- just the messenger here. Besides, hurt me, and lose the message. It's all in here...

Chuckles taps his temple, prompting War Machine to take a step back. Clearing his throat once more, Chuckles brings everyone's attention to him.

Chuckles: There's only one exit in the Theatre De Havoc that isn't barred and chained several times over. All windows, air ducts, and fire escapes are inaccessible. Right now, you're in the room farthest from the only possible exit.

Jaro: Where might our dark and brooding little friends be?

Chuckles, for once being in a position of power, rolls his eyes sarcastically.

Chuckles: Anyway, you've got the duration of No holds Barred to escape. Your first test starts now. The double doors are padlocked. I'll be exiting through, and chaining shut, the door behind me.

Good luck.

All four men begin to rush the informant, but he slips out just a second too quickly. Jaro slams a fist against the door and turns to the three men behind him.

Jaro: Are you assholes going to stand there staring or get to work on getting us out of here?

Jaro glares at Drew Michaels, who turns towards War Machine, who turns to an absent TBM. All three men glance to the double doors to find him fiddling with the lock.

Drew Michaels: Bone bone, got a plan?

TBM: Bone bone always has a plan.

War Machine, Michaels, and Jaro step over to TBM.

War Machine: Is that so?

TBM: Yep. A standard combination Master Lock has only sixty four thousand possible combinations. Tromboner Man can easily narrow that done to eighty and-

The unusually intelligent rant from TBM is suddenly cut short as War Machine kicks the handle off the right door. It swings open from the force, revealing a hallway to the four men.

TBM: Bone Bone will be truthful. Tromboner Man didn't expect that.

War Machine shakes his head condescendingly and steps out into the hallway. Jaro, Michaels, and TBM follow close behind.

War Machine: See you on the outside.

War Machine turns and walks confidently away from the others. He soon disappears into the shadows at the end of the hall as a closing door his heard.

Jaro: Alright, he's dead. Anyone else want to play it smart?

TBM strokes his chin in over exaggerated mock contemplation.

TBM: We'll be way too easy to spot in a group. Let's split up, gang!

TBM gracefully exits the hallway through the doorway behind him.

Jaro shakes his head with a sigh before glancing over at Michaels.

Jaro: Please tell me you grasp the concept of common sense...

Michaels: Of course. Besides, they've probably been watching us this whole time.

Jaro: Some type of sick voyeur camera system. If it were a different day, I'd applaud them.

Static.



The No Holds Barred theme, “3 AM (Travis Barker Remix) by Eminem (click to hear), kicks up as a magnificent pyro blast illuminates the Madison Square Garden. Smoke billows to the ceiling as the cameras pan all around the rabidly eager New York fan base. The camera then stops on the announce booth, where Stone and Morpheus are seated.

Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to No Holds Barred, where no holds are barred!

Morpheus: You suck.

Stone: I'm Stone, and this is my cynical and annoying broadcast partner, Morpheus. What a show we have planned tonight!

Morpheus: I'd rather introduce myself, thank you.

Stone: This is going to be a long night, isn't it?

Morpheus: Yes. Yes it is.

Stone: Well, it’s going to be an exciting one too. Not only do we have a huge 10 man elimination tag match, but the Abandoned Title will be on the line, we will finally get an up close and personal look at the House of HavOc, and of course we will honor the cream of the crop with the FMW year-end awards. Now, let's get to the introductions for our first match, which will decide the final entrant into the Ultimatum 2 Gold Card Gauntlet!!

Buster Cherry: The following match is a Triple Threat match, and it is for the final spot into the Gold Card Gauntlet!

”It's A Jungle Out There” by Burkhard Dullwitz plays over the P.A. system and Mark Johansson comes out with his former enemy and current tag team partner, Leon Caprice.

Cherry: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 230 pounds, accompanied by Leon Caprice, he is The Informant, MARK JOHANSSON!

Mark gets in the ring and the tune changes to “The Lasting Dose” by Crowbar as Trey Spruance comes out in a cloud of smoke, along with his tag partner Seth Omega.

Cherry: And accompanied by Seth Omega, from Eureka, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, The Dude, TREY SPRUUUUUUUUANCE!

Finally, the music changes to "This is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson, which prompts and entrance from Butters, followed closely by his B.U.G.G.E.R.S. teammate, The Notorious B.U.G.

Cherry: Lastly, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 251 pounds, accompanied by The Notorious B.U.G., BUTTTTTTERS!

Butters gets in the ring and stares down Trey who glares back at him. The bell rings. All three men eye each other as they try to find an opening in their opponents' defenses. Then, Trey and Butters goes after each other, leaving Mark as the odd man out. He waits in his corner and talks to his tag partner Caprice, pointing and trying to work out the best strategy.

Stone: And we're off. This match is very important, as it will finish off the line-up for the Gold Card Gauntlet at Ultimatum.

Morpheus: So we've heard. I understand that this was supposed to be under Hardcore rules, but was changed at the last minute. What gives there?

Stone: Do we look like TNA to you? Every match doesn’t have to be a Hardcore or specialty match to be entertaining. Our fans are intelligent to an extent at least.

Morpheus: You forget that I’m Anarchy through and through.

Stone: Anyway, Already in the match so far are rookies Jaxson Horn and Apostasy, HavOc member Hannibal Frost, both members of Dangerous by Design, Hostyle and Flare, War Machine, and Johansson's partner, Leon Caprice. And even if Mark wins and is entered alongside his partner in the match, alliances won't help in the Gauntlet as all matches are one-on-one.

Morpheus: Pay attention to the match, asshole.

Stone: Duly noted.

Butters and Trey are in a lock-up and they work each other around the ropes, and Mark still stands idle. Trey gets the upper hand, twisting Butter's arm before irish whipping him across the ropes, and meets him with a huge elbow to the face upon his return. Mark sees his spot and helps Trey pick Butters off the canvas, whereupon they team up and perform a double suplex and him, putting him right back on the mat. The pair then drop elbows on Butters at the same time.

Stone: And excellent double team work from Trey Spruance and Mark Johansson might put Butters out of the match early. But wait! Superkick from Trey to the face of Johansson! Johansson rolls out of the ring! Pin attempt on Butters by Trey! One...Kickout!

Stone: And the alliance between Mark and Trey was short lived! Every man for himself in a Trip...

Morpheus: Every man for himself in a Triple Threat match. Yeah, we got it.

Stone: You're not very interested in this match, are you?

Morpheus: Not in the slightest.

Trey quickly goes for the Figure of Four, but is shoved off after Butters plants a firm boot in his chest. Trey backs off the ropes, clearly looking for something else, but Butters quickly spins around off his back, sweeping the feet out from under Trey. He quickly gets to his feet, and in the same motion, flips over Trey, grabbing his legs for a Jackknife pin attempt.

Stone: One...Two...Kickout! And a quick turnaround almost ends the match! The Jackknife pin from Butters only gets two.

Morpheus: Trey was surprised there, but came to his senses just in time for a kickout.

Stone: What's with the sudden interest?

Morpheus: I've been told to at least feign interest or I'm not getting paid.

Stone: You won't get paid if you don't do your job? Incredibly surprising.

Morpheus: Shut up, prick.

Stone: Butters and Trey tying up again, and this time it's Butters gaining the advantage, and he whips Trey into the corner, who lands with a thud. Butters following Trey though! Huge clothesline squashes him like a bug.

Morpheus: Pun better not be intended.

Stone: No.

Butters then picks Trey up and sits him on the turnbuckle. He follows and goes for a Superplex. Trey tries to counter with punches to the ribs, but Mark slides in the ring and positions himself up for a Powerbomb on Trey.

Stone: Stack Superplex coming! Butters with the assisted Superplex on Trey, and Mark with a Sit-out Powerbomb on Butters! Trey's not moving and Butters' shoulders are down! One...Two...Kickout!

Morpheus: Close one. Trey fell from a pretty big height though, he might be out for the match!

Stone: Johansson over to cover Trey now! One...Two...ThrKickout!

Stone: Almost got him, but he won't be doing much for a while. But he's just a body in the way if he's in the ring, so Mark runs off the ropes with a baseball slide to the head, and the momentum sends him rolling to the outside.

Morpheus: Safe at home. You know, I was once a baseball umpire.

Stone: If I cared, I still wouldn't listen.

Mark gets the resting Butters from the ropes, and whips him across, and he picks him up and plants him with a vicious Spinebuster, and he transitions that smoothly into a Boston Crab.

Stone: And with Trey out, this could potentially be the end! Butters has to get to the ropes or somehow power out of this hold!

Morpheus: Ladder match next, let's get this one moving. Go Marky!

Stone: But the ladder match contains NEWbs.

Morpheus: Why'd you have to go and ruin the moment?

Stone: Because NEWbs suck.

Morpheus: Point taken.

Butters inches his way towards the ropes, but once he gets near, Mark walks back towards the center of the ring. Butters, after struggling a little, finally turns himself back over onto his stomach and pushes Mark off of him. Like Trey earlier, Mark comes back off the ropes, looking for something to derail Butters small amount of momentum. However, he's unsuccessful, as Butters quickly moves again and aims a well placed kick at his back as he passes by, sending Mark through the ropes right next to Trey who's starting to get up.

Stone: And Butters again gets out of trouble. He's up again, running against the opposite ropes, and Suicide Dive onto both men!

Morpheus: He would dive onto other men.

Stone: A gay joke. You stay classy, Morph.

Butters takes a moment to pose for the fans before rolling Trey back into the ring. Another irish whip in to the corner. He runs behind him and grabs him in an inverted facelock, going for the Darwinism, his version of the Diamond Dust.

Stone: Darwinism coming! He jumps, flips, and is pushed off by Trey at the last second! Butters lands hard on his ass.

Morpheus: Might of broken a tailbone there.

Stone: Could have, and Trey smells blood here, and he delivers a hard kick to the upper back of Butters, who visibly tightens up.

Trey rolls Butters over and puts him in a camel clutch, trying to target the lower back of Butters. Mark comes back in, and breaks up the submission attempt with a front single leg dropkick to the face of Trey, known to Johansson as the Concrete Shoes.

Stone: Trey got owned there, no doubt about it.

Morpheus: Somebody wake him when this is over.

Stone: And now it comes down to Mark and Butters, essentially for the right to pin Trey. Butters ducks a punch from Mark and scoops him up onto his right shoulder! He's going for the Un-Natural Selection! But Mark wiggles off just in time! Butters turns around, but he gets a Concrete Shoes as well!

After dispatching Butters, Mark turns his attention to Trey, whom he picks up from the canvas. He picks him up for a flapjack, dropping his neck over the ropes, and then catching his falling body for a stunner, a combo he calls the Right to Remain Silent.

Stone: And this is elementary! One...Two...Three!

Cherry: The winner of this match and participating in Ultimatum II in the Gold Card Gauntlet, MARK JOHANNNNNNNNNNSSSSON!

Mark Johansson (7.82 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.7 avs = 9.42 total)
Butters (7.42 aps + 0.4 avs = 7.82 total)
Trey Spruance (7.23 aps + 0.5 avs = 7.73 total)

Stone: Johansson joins Jaxson Horn, Apostasy, Flare, Hostyle, War Machine, and Hannibal Frost in the Gold Card Gauntlet, as well as his tag team partner, Leon Caprice!

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah. We know.

Stone: With that, it’s time for our first award presentation, the award for Anxiety Superstar of the Year.

Morpheus: An award for a discontinued brand. Awesome.


We go to a shot of the podium on the stage, signaling for our first award presentation. Suddenly, "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play, as Anxiety’s first GM, cYnical, heads towards the podium. He is met with cheers and boos as he just arrogantly smirks before speaking.

cYnical: So, the gOd of LPW has returned to this forsaken federation to award the winner of Anxiety Superstar of the Year. I can see why they asked me though. Of course name value with myself, but besides my wonderful run as General Manager of that place, you know before it went all CZW-esque….I mean before and after my time as the head of it, it was to FMW as Smoochy Da Frog was to me. Try as it might, it just couldn’t measure up to established greatness. That’s why it was discontinued in my opinion.

Some of the crowd chuckles at the not so good joke, but cYn doesn’t look to be in the joking mood.

cYnical: Anyway, I don’t want to be here longer than I have to so let’s get to it. The four nominees for this award best exemplified the qualities that Anxiety had during my rule over it. Anxiety was the fresh brand, a land of opportunity, it wasn’t overrun with politics and greedy main eventers not wanting to share the spotlight. So, the nominees for Anxiety Superstar of the Year are…

Skyler Striker…

Cheers.

TyranT…

Boos.

Matt Dunn…

Boos.

And John Derrick

Cheers, followed by a drum roll.

cYnical: And the award goes to…TYRANT!!!

The crowd boos as “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth plays. TyranT, in street clothes, walks out twirling his nightstick, no nonsense as usual. cYnical steps aside as TyranT goes to make his speech.

TyranT: Well, well, well! Looks like The TyranT dun won himself Anxiety Superstar of the Year! Ya PunKs allowed a near 50-year-old man to be recognized as the face of the brand which was ‘posed ta represent the new! Ya dumbasses! I thank mah’self, because Ah’ won the award and Ah’ did the damn work!

cYnical: (leaning into the mic) Don’t forget who gave you the chance to star on the brand…me.

TyranT: How could Ah’ forget ya, cYnny? Last time ya’ were here, Ah’ made you Get it Straight by taking my nightstick right cross yer damn bald head! Ah’ don’t recall seeing yer carcass ‘round these parts since!

Cheers, actually in support of TyranT, come from the crowd at that mention.

cYnical: Please, the only reason I wasn’t here is because FMW can’t hold the jockstrap of the best damn fed in the world…LPW!

The crowd once again shows their dismay, but that quickly turns into cheers when TyranT drops cYnical with a nightstick to the face!

TyranT: GET IT STRAIGHT…PUNK!

“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth plays as TyranT takes his award and leaves, steeping over the downed cYnical as the crowd actually cheer TyranT’s actions.

Stone: TyranT kicks off the night of honors, and now we have a look at the House of HavOc thus far…

The METAL-Tron cuts to back to HavOc, somewhere in their house.

Harlequin: As to make this contest as fair as possible, I have no idea where they are.

O'Rion and Frost both glance over at Harlequin with equally confused looks.

Frost: You're serious?

Harlequin: Of course. This way, it's much more fun.

O'Rion: Valid point.

O'Rion pats the can of gasoline sitting next to him on the floor and smiles regretfully.

O'Rion: Eastwood is fairly new to the family, but he still shouldn't be missing out on this.

Harlequin: Quite true.

Frost nods his head in agreement before stepping to the open door across the room. He pokes his head out and surveys the hallway.

Frost: Coast is clear, 'guvs. Shall we begin the most horrendous game of hide and seek ever played?

Harlequin: Yes we shall...

Static.


We cut back to the arena, which is unexpectedly rocked by the sounds of “The Great Gianna Sisters” by Machinae Supremacy. To a rare and unexpectedly rousing reception, David Rijkaard, AKA Dr. David Diabolical, walks out, holding an envelope in his hand. He stands on the stage and gives an appreciative bow, thanking the fans for showing him how much he has been missed. With out wasting time, he proceeds to the podium, to present the award for FMW Rivalry of the Year. His theme fades out as the spotlight focuses on the podium where David stands, with the award sitting proudly on top of it.

Diabolical: Ladies and Gentlemen, while you missed me, I can't say it's a reciprocal arrangement. In fact, in the time off I've had, I've had the pleasure of reminding myself of how good it is to be smarter, faster and better than all of you. One day, you will all fall, unable to fight the domination I shall bring over you all.

The crowd boo mercilessly, their tone clearly changed from the warm reception he was given earlier. Diabolical laughs it off though.

Diabolical: You all will be thanked though, because with out you all to experiment on, my plans would be less advanced than they are now, but enough about me. I am here to present the award for Rivalry of the Year, and I will do so...

Diabolical is cut off by “Hero” by Machinae Supremacy bringing out Nick Rijkaard, the brother of Diabolical, onto the stage. He is met with a heroes welcome, as he waves thank you to the crowd. He quickly advances to David and also has with a microphone in his hand.

Rijkaard: David, David, David. This is ironic. I'm here to give out exactly the same thing. I think someone has pulled the wool over our eyes, and planned for something like this to happen... it's not you though, this is far too clever to be one of your ideas.

Diabolical: Very funny, but I don't believe you can make any claim to smart plans, tactics and surprises.

Rijkaard: I didn't need them, just like I didn't need to know that you were in fact my brother.

Diabolical: But you didn't know at first it was me. It left you a lot more suggestive to my whims and demands Nicholas. Once you knew you had the name Rijkaard, I could use the man I once was to exploit you for almost anything I desired.

Rijkaard: No. Not true, you capitalized on my feelings, and used them to further yourself. You were willing to see your own flesh and blood being beaten down, tossed aside and turned inside out,. All for the sake of your selfish urges.

Diabolical: But did I let you die? No. I saved you, I allowed you to live. When Mortus and Lictor buried you alive, I did the noble thing and saved your life. I may have held that over your head to try and cease Alchemy, but what less would you expect from me.

Rijkaard: You made me injure some of my closest friends.

Diabolical: I made you stronger for it.

Rijkaard: And I made sure it backfired on you, didn't I? You tried to get in my head so badly, that you thought you could not lose come Death Row. Well, I really did show you exactly how this thing works. The resistance showed you how it works. The Bad Guy never wins.

Diabolical: You can believe that if you want to. But, since I'm here, and you're here for exactly the same thing, I think we should get this finished, so I can go back to...

Rijkaard: To what? Developing the Swine Flu virus? Give it up David, we all know it was you.

Diabolical: It wasn't, but I am happy to take credit for such a dastardly disease. Regardless Nick, I am going to be fully professional here. If you could hold your tongue, and perhaps do the same as I, this will be a lot easier on the both of us.

Rijkaard: I guarantee nothing.

Diabolical: Well then, I'll accept that as better than a no. The candidates for Rivalry of the year are...

Rijkaard: Feuding over who was the most dominant leader of their empire, and who would be the true ruler of Full Metal Wrestling, MASS Caesar vs. King Guiomar.

Diabolical: The rivalry which in turn sparked others, and was the catalyst for the two most dominant stables in FMW history, Jaro vs. SPARTA.

Rijkaard: A true showcase of New Era Wrestling's success, and one of the longest reigning and brutal rivalries ever seen, Skyler Striker vs. TyranT.

Diabolical: And a battle between Lepre-can'ts and the sickening twisted minds, which saw the birth of some other greatest mysteries of the year, HavOc vs. The Fighting Irish.

Rijkaard: David, the winner is...?

Diabolical: The winner is definitely... JARO VS. SPARTA!!!!

“Saints” by Destroy the Runner hits the speakers as one half of SPARTA and the current FMW Champion, Nick Bryson, comes out to a roar from the crowd. Bryson walks straight to the podium, ignoring the crowd as the Rijkaard brothers leave. On his way out Nick Rijkaard pats Bryson on the back showing his support for the man. Bryson picks up the trophy and begins to address the crowd.

Bryson: You know, the World must be really fucked up if Jario and Drewigi feel like they need to team up again, just to escape a house of calamities.

The crowd laughs at the reference to the House of Havoc match, which Jaro and Drew Michaels are competing in at the moment. The pair assisting each other, despite their differences, try and escape the lair of HavOc, and particularly to get the jump on the other man in their Ultimatum match, Harlequin.

Bryson: I have to be honest here. I don't know whether to be proud of this award. It's another reminder of the disgusting worthless void that is Jason Roy. The man is such a double standard, even on his own word, he's unable to keep himself true to his words.

And I know this is supposed to be an acceptance speech from the three of us, but in the end, this is just another memento which I have to share with Jaro. If you hadn't worked out from watching him, the man does not take to sharing well. The way he treats people who breathe the same air as him is despicable.

And while I hold the FMW Championship, I've had to share the Ultraviolent Championship with Jaro during the past year, something Jaro abused the power of, something he manipulated around me. He turned my allies into my foes, he turned my favorable odds into his own, leaving me with my back to the wall, on more than one occasion.

And don't think this is just what he did to me as his Co-Champion. This is exactly the same treatment he gave people like Drew Michaels, John Derrick, and until recently, Alex O'Rion. The corruptness of Jason Roy has even affected all of you here, either in the arena or watching it at home. In one way or another, his decisions, particularly with the Original Sin, have hurt everyone associated with Full Metal Wrestling.

This whole saga isn't over. It will never be over until Jaro is a lifeless corpse, with his soul being tortured by Satan. Until then, Drew and I will continue to fight against this, for use of a better word, man. We've sacrificed our bodies, we've sacrificed our dignity, and we've risked our lives trying to stop this beast, and our job, and Jaro's demise, is nowhere near finished yet.

Bryson steps back from the microphone to soak in the support from the crowd. Bryson leans in for once final comment.

Bryson: And Drew, best of luck in Escaping the House of HavOc tonight. I'll be watching closely.

Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re tuned in to No Holds Barred and no less, and by god, Foxx, what a start we’ve had so far!

Morpheus: Meh.

Stone: What? Why the indifference?

Morpheus: The matches I personally can’t wait for haven’t happened yet, so I will not agree that we’ve had quite a night so far!

Stone: O...kay, whatever, sourgrape. This is No Holds Barred, where the entire show runs on challenges and invitationals from the FMW superstars themselves!

Morpheus: Or better yet, the inmates are running the asylum!

Stone: You can put it that way, I guess. Anyway, the following match-up has technically been months in the making: it’s Pistol on Pistol action as the Forgotten, formerly known as Travis “Revolver” McCart, has challenged current Silver Pistol Michael James to a Three Stages of Hell match!

Morpheus: I don’t even know why McCart is so bitter. If I were him, I’d be happy to be finally out of the Pistols.

Stone: Not when the Silver Pistols are basking in the light of their tag team championship gold.

Morpheus: Again, if I were “the Forgotten”, I’d find myself a better partner – lots of better people out there than these two jackoffs!

Stone: Yet these two jackoffs have managed to prove that they aren’t flukes. Anyway, as was mentioned, this is a Three Stages of Hell match, and let’s take it to Buster Cherry to tell us how it’s going down!

Buster Cherry is standing in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the rules and the competitors.

Buster Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Three Stages of Hell match! The first competitor to score two out of three pinfalls wins the match! The first stipulation is a traditional singles match, followed by a falls count anywhere match, and if the need arises, the third fall will be contested in a steel cage!

“Shut Your Mouth” by PAIN plays on the PA system as the crowd goes off in a huge pop. Michael James, followed closely behind by Robert Pearson, emerges from the back, with his respective TV tag title strapped over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and turns to talk to Pearson, and it is a little clear from his hand gestures that he does not need Pearson’s help and wants him to stay in the back. Pearson holds his hands up and respectfully obliges, returning to the back. James then turns back towards the ramp and raises the belt high in the air to another huge pop, after which he finally makes his way down to the ring.

Cherry: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 225 pounds, he is one-half of the FMW Television Tag Team Champions, the Silver Pistols... MICHAEL... JAMES!!!

Stone: Michael James, realizing that he doesn’t need the assistance of fellow Pistol Robert Pearson, looks confident and prepared to go into this match.

Morpheus: If he’s underestimating his former ally and opponent, that would be a huge mistake. McCart looks more vicious and deadly than he was last seen at FMW.

Stone: Remember, it’s “the Forgotten” now. I think that his time spent fighting alongside his former ally is still fresh on James’s mind, in that he knows the Forgotten’s fighting style and tendencies in the ring.

Morpheus: That’s not what I said. I’m saying James should not underestimate McCart at all, whatever he calls himself now.

Stone: I’m sure he doesn’t.

James reaches the ring and when he does, “Black Sabbath” by Black Sabbath takes over, heralding the arrival of James’s opponent, the Forgotten, who is greeted by major heat as he steps out.

Cherry: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 230 pounds, he is the man formerly known as Travis McCart, he is... The FORGOTTEN!!!

Stone: The reason why this match is happening in the first place is because of that man’s bitterness right there. The Forgotten believes that the rest of the Silver Pistols had forsaken and, well, forgotten him as he was injured and placed on the inactive list, while the Pistols were able to win gold.

Morpheus: And now he’s in a better place, a better position to move forward! I’d be happy for him!

Stone: That’s not the happiness the Forgotten is feeling... he’s just got hatred.

Morpheus: If it’s any consolation, I hate the Pistols too...

The two men have taken respective positions in the corners of the ring, and it is only a matter of time before the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Stone: There’s the bell, there’s the bell! And – oh, my, the Forgotten is on Michael James at the outset! He’s wolfing him down with wild strikes!

Morpheus: I told you, Stone, he shouldn’t have underestimated the Forgotten!

Stone: I don’t think he was underestimating anyone, I think nobody at all saw that coming!

Morpheus: Michael James is totally defenseless against this relentless assault!

Stone: The Forgotten sends James to the corner and he hits that one hard... and rebounds into a belly-to-belly suplex!

Morpheus: And the Forgotten using his agility to hit a short-range second-rope moonsault! Look at the elevation of that one!

Stone: The Forgotten making the cover, there’s the ref, one, two, no, James kicks out! As impressive as that assault was, it wasn’t enough to put away Michael James! Now the question is, when will James start fighting back?

Morpheus: When McCart lets him!

Stone: The Forgotten picking Michael James up by the head whipping him to the ropes, Michael James rebounds and runs into a springboard elbow by the Forgotten... no! James countered it into a desperation back suplex! Both men are tentatively on the canvas!

Morpheus: See that; it’s not even five minutes into the match yet and Michael James looks like he’s already exhausted. Attrition and conditioning is the name of the game here, and because of that high-octane offense McCart pulled on James, James is panting. I think McCart’s got the match won from the way things look here.

Stone: I’ve seen exhausted guys pull out a respectable win from out of their asses, so I wouldn’t discount James just yet.

Morpheus: But those were legends. This is just Michael James.

Stone: You never know, Morph. James taking control of the matchup here with heavy punches to the Forgotten’s head!

Morpheus: And you’ve also got that; he’s pacing the match. It’s good for him but if he’s not dealing more damage per second, the Forgotten is still at an advantage as he brought on more pain.

Stone: James hits a hard right on the Forgotten, and that makes the Forgotten drop his head, which James easily takes control of as he gets in the double underhook, and lifts for the butterfly suplex! That looked pretty sweet!

Morpheus: But that also took a toll on his stamina, James isn’t getting up right away. Well, there it is, but it wasn’t immediate.

Stone: Stop scrutinizing every pause and rest, Morph, not everything means something!

Morpheus: I’m just calling it like I see it.

Stone: James is up and he looks to be scaling the turnbuckles... is he going to look for the finish here?

Morpheus: All risk, all pay... half the chance!

Stone: James leaps, he’s going for the Shooting Star Leg Drop!

Morpheus: Wait, McCart is up!

James just jumps as McCart gets to his feet. McCart steps back a bit as James makes the rotation, and as James faces the ground in mid-air, he tries to re-adjust and land on all fours, but this allows the Forgotten to catch him in a Powerbomb pre-lift position.

Stone: The Forgotten is up, and... wait, did I just see that right? Did he just catch James?

Morpheus: He did! He just caught him coming down!

Stone: What an impressive physical feat! The Forgotten just seemingly caught Michael James as he was coming down in the Shooting Star Leg Drop!

Morpheus: The Forgotten turns his back to James, hooks up the arms, turns and lifts, James over on his shoulder... and there it is! He hits the back-to-back piledriver!

Stone: THE FORGOTTEN SLAM!

Morpheus: You mean the Pistol Killa!

Stone: The Forgotten makes the cover! One, two, three! The Forgotten takes the first fall!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the first fall... The Forgotten! The match is now officially a falls count anywhere match!

Stone: It’s 1-0 now and the referee is trying to separate the two to give James a little respite to recuperate, to make it fair, but the Forgotten is having none of it and makes another cover to take advantage of the opportunity!

Morpheus: That’s smart wrestling right there! One, two, no, dammit, James manages to kick out of that second pin!

Stone: James isn’t going to lose this one so easily, it seems! Now the ref is backing the Forgotten away to allow James to get to a neutral position.

Morpheus: Okay, now he’s standing, can we please get the match back on track?

Stone: The ref lets it continue, and again, on the outset, the Forgotten makes a run for James! But James is one step ahead of him as he pulls down the top rope to make the Forgotten fall over to the outside!

Morpheus: That’s not a soft fall at all!

Stone: No fall to the outside ever is! Michael James follows it up with a springboard senton splash to the outside! That one lands perfectly!

Morpheus: But he’s gotta be hurt too!

Stone: I don’t doubt for one moment that he hurt himself too in that dive – like I said, no fall to the outside is ever safe! And now James, probably barely conscious, takes advantage of the stipulation and makes the cover! One, two, thr- no, the Forgotten kicks out at the very last millisecond!

Morpheus: Hah! He thought he was gonna get it there!

Stone: Both men lay broken and battered on the floor and it could go either way right now!

Morpheus: Michael James is doing it wrong and only hurting himself more. He should be sticking to a moderate ground and technical game, but instead he’s trying to win wow points by pulling off the big, flashy high-risk spots which does nothing but hurt himself too.

Stone: James is getting up and he’s taking the Forgotten with him, he gives him a hard punch and the Forgotten’s reeling! They’re fighting across the ramp!

Morpheus: They’re just letting it loose out there!

Stone: These two men, bruised and battered already, probably not knowing where they are right now, are fighting their way across the entrance ramp, just wanting to end it all, the Forgotten could win it all with one more pinfall while Michael James is fighting to stay in the game, looking at the state of both these men, it can go either man’s way!

Morpheus: The Forgotten is getting back into control by trading shots of his own! He’s reminding everyone that he’s not out yet!

Stone: Both men are already at the stage, fighting, possibly trying to send the other down to a deadly fall below!

Morpheus: McCart’s looking to end this, because he’s got the upper hand right now with one fall to Mike James’s zero!

Stone: But Michael James hits an exceptionally strong right hand to the face of the Forgotten and it sends him reeling a little more!

Morpheus: I don’t see him taking the pinfall here!

Stone: James backpedals, and runs towards the Forgotten, jumps into the dropkick, but the Forgotten evades it and catches James’s arms in an underhook!

Morpheus: He’s got him on a leash! It’s gonna be over here! McCart lifts James up for the piledriver!

Stone: He’s heels over head in the piledriver, but he’s trying to kick out! James is trying to struggle out of the hold!

Morpheus: Come on, Travis, bring him down! Bring him down and end this!

Stone: But the Forgotten is having a hard time due to Michael James struggling! It’s a moment away from the impact but James is trying to fight out of it!

Morpheus: Come on! Bring him down!

Stone: The Forgotten finally manages to fall back but it is only due to the momentum of Michael James finally escaping his grasp! And James wastes no time in securing a double underhook of his own!

Morpheus: No!

Stone: James has him hooked! And he lifts! SPIKED DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER! This may be it for the second fall!

Morpheus: No! It was supposed to be over!

Stone: James makes the cover! The ref slides in just in time! One, two, three! Michael James is still in the game!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall... Michael James! The next and last fall will be contested inside a steel cage!

Morpheus: Grr... bring down the cage!

James makes his way back inside the ring as the cage is being lowered. The Forgotten is still down on the stage, with the referee tending to him. Eventually he manages to get up, but the cage is already most of the way there. As they reach the ring, the cage is already completely lowered, and the referee has to open the cage door for them to enter.

Stone: The cage has now been completely lowered over the ring and both competitors are already inside. Both men are already broken down, but they both know that to win, they must continue to fight to the end.

Morpheus: And both men’s physical states will make it easier for them to score a pinfall, so it’s all will, heart, and ring presence from here on out.

Stone: That’s right, Foxx, it’s going to take force of will to stay in the game, because every move they go through is going to feel like hell at this point.

Morpheus: Okay, the game’s starting, the ref lets it start, but neither man wants to hurt each other just yet.

Stone: Like I said, they won’t want to risk any more injury. They’re gonna pick their spots. And no sooner have I just mentioned that did the Forgotten go in for an attack, but James just dodged it! He’s going after him, but James knows better to evade his assaults!

Morpheus: This match now looks oddly familiar to MMA.

Stone: James just sprawling- but wait, this time, he couldn’t get out of the way quick enough and the Forgotten gets in a takedown! He’s mounted him and letting loose hits and punches across his face!

Morpheus: I think it’s over at this point!

Stone: But James is struggling! James is wiggling out! He pushes the Forgotten off of him and keeps in the game! James isn’t letting this one end yet!

Morpheus: It was gonna be over there!

Stone: No, both men are back on their feet- and once again, without warning, the Forgotten charges in but this time, James is ready for him – and he sends the Forgotten crashing to the steel of the cage wall! And the Forgotten walks in to a sick DDT!

Foxx: No!

Stone: James makes the cover, trying to end it here – one, two, thre NO THE FORGOTTEN KICKS OUT AT THE LAST NANOSECOND!

Morpheus: The show is going on! It ain’t over ‘til the Pistol loses!

Stone: But James is still looking to end it, and he’s gonna go for the second-rope moonsault too!

Morpheus: Nah, McCart rolls out of the way!

Stone: James manages to land on his feet at the last minute, what ring presence! But the Forgotten bashes James’s head on the cage wall and grinds it like a cheese grater!

Morpheus: I think the blood’s finally flowing!

Stone: James’s skin looks to be finally broken with that, and given what has happened all match long, I don’t blame it!

Morpheus: Forgotten McCart makes the cover! It may all be over here! It’s gonna end now! One, two, thre- I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!

Stone: The blood is flowing, the flesh is weak, and the bones are tired, but somehow, some way, Michael James kicked out of that!

Morpheus: McCart can’t believe it either! He’s going for another one and this time he’s got the legs hooked tight! Count it, ref! One, two, th- no, dammit, kicked out AGAIN!

Stone: The Forgotten picks him up and with all his might, lifts him on his shoulders! I think he’s going to go and hit another Forgotten Slam!

Morpheus: What, you mean the Pistol Killa?

Stone: Yeah, Michael James is draped over the Forgotten’s back and he’s just in position for the back-to-back piledriver!

Morpheus: Come on, bring him down!

Stone: He’s in position... but somehow the bleeding James finds a way to weasel out of the hold and counter into a schoolboy pin! He’s got the tights hooked! The ref counts! One, two, thr- no, the Forgotten kicks out!

Morpheus: That almost gave me a heart attack!

Stone: The Forgotten rolls out of James’s reach and it’s back to square stalemate again! Neither men look to be at an advantage, save for the fact that Michael James is still bleeding!

Morpheus: Michael James lets loose a powerful swing but my man McCart knows better and dodges that!

Stone: The Forgotten hooks James’s head in a bulldog position, but instead of leaping forward, he’s running forward! He’s going to battering ram the cage wall using Mike’s head!

Morpheus: Hah! Clever and deadly!

Stone: But James pushes him into the chain-link! He may be broken but Michael James still has ring presence!

Morpheus: He’ll wish he didn’t do that when McCart is done with him!

Stone: James dropkicks the Forgotten back into the cage wall, and the Forgotten walks into a slamming spinebuster when he rebounds! It’s all but over at this point!

Morpheus: If he wants to end it, just do it quick, I can’t bear to watch!

Stone: He should make the pin... but Michael James is going to climb the cage!

Morpheus: What? He’s not even doing it quickly!

Stone: I think he knows the Forgotten’s battered enough, not gonna be able to stand up for a while. Michael James is scaling the top of the cage, I think he wants to do this the classy way!

Morpheus: That’s not classy, it’s just foolish! Everybody knows escaping the cage never works!

Stone: He’s on top and his opponent is on the bottom, I’d say he’s got the upper hand right now.

Morpheus: You’ll see!

Stone: Well, Michael James has reached the top of the cage, but he’s not making any move to go down the other side! What does he have in mind?

Morpheus: Delivering a foolish taunt? Look at that fool.

Stone: Wait... that’s... not just a foolish taunt!

Morpheus: What?

Stone: I think he’s looking to finish off the Forgotten in a grandiose way!

Morpheus: What? He can’t possibly be thinking of...

Stone: I think he is! I think he is! Bend his knees, there’s the jump! SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE, ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR AND THE FORGOTTEN’S NECK!

Morpheus: By your God... I think he killed him!

Stone: HE MANAGED TO HIT IT FROM ALL THE WAY UP THERE! THIS MATCH IS HIS NOW!

Morpheus: Damn! The Forgotten may be dead after that!

Stone: Don’t be so melodramatic, Foxx!

Morpheus: Hah! The great Stone, lecturing me on melodrama!

Stone: Michael James makes the cover, it’s all that’s left now! The ref counts! One, two, THREE! The Pistol has triumphed over the Forgotten!

Cherry: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, MICHAEL... JAMES!!!

Michael James (7.88 aps + 1.9 avs = 9.78 total)
The Forgotten (7.5 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.0 total)

Stone: I think with that performance, Michael James proved that he is no fluke.

Morpheus: It’s just one victory.

Stone: Over many successful title defenses, how ‘bout that?

Morpheus: Bah!

The ref raises James’s arm in victory, but all of a sudden, he falls down to his knees as he is struck from behind with a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire, in the hands of Jack Eastwood!

Stone: What the... that’s Jack Eastwood! What the hell! He has no business here!

Morpheus: If he didn’t like how this match turned out too, he has business here!

Stone: Oh, stop it! This attack, and that 2x4 is totally uncalled for!

Robert Pearson quickly appears to make the save for his bruised and battered tag team partner, and Pearson’s presence is enough to send Jack Eastwood running.

Morpheus: I’ve heard of a war of words between the Pistols and HavOc, so that might be it! Either way, I approve!

Stone: Oh, come on! That was just a war of words!

Morpheus: Come now, you say that like you’re not familiar with the wrestling business!

Stone: In the first place, Eastwood should be at the House of HavOc! What the hell is he doing here?

Morpheus: No idea, but I like what just happened here!

Stone: That was uncalled for, and it looks like the Pistols have a new enemy in their hands! No Holds Barred will be right back with in-ring action after this presentation!

“I Put On” by Young Jeezy plays as our next presentator is wheeled out to present the award for Full Metal Wrestling's Gimmick of the Year... a former Television Tag Champion... accompanied by his former tag partner, Slegnadamus... Steve-E Taylor. Slegna wheels out the crippled Steve-E onto the stage to a round of polite applause. There is a moment's humour as Creative Control realise that while Steve-E is sat down, he cannot be seen behind the podium, with the glittering trophy atop it. Fortunately, Slegna manages to negotiate a microphone from backstage, which the half-paralysed Steve-e struggles to hold.

Steve-E: Thank you, you're all so kind. It's an honor to be able to present this award for Full Metal's favourite gimmick of the past year. You know, over the years I've had many, quite frankly, ridiculous gimmicks... I've been a rapper, a superhero, a stuntman... I've even masqueraded as a virgin... not that half the female audience will believe that one. But these four men seem to have found something that stick, and they’ve enthralled the fans with their particular schticks.

Now, onto the list of nominees... we have the lawyer and former Biker of Justice, Christian G. Smitten...

The man with the talking penis, Jack Boice...

The sociopathic man in make-up, Harlequin...

And last but by no means least... the Master of Innovation, Hostyle. And the award goes to...

HARLEQUIN!

Morpheus: WOO! GO HAVOC!

Steve-E: Unfortunately, Harlequin cannot be here tonight due to the House of HavOc, so to accept the award for him... a man of great dignity and honour... a man of righteous upstanding and nobility...ME!

Because, let's face it, I deserve this award more than any of those talentless hacks! What have they sacrificed for this business, huh?

Stone: Just when I think he can’t get any more unjustifiably arrogant, he finds a way to do so. Unbelievable!

The crowd, up to this point rather stable, begin to boo the arrogant wheelchair-bound man, until cheers erupt at the sight of the former Television champion, Jack Boice, coming out from behind the curtain.

Morpheus: Boice is back!

Jack strikes and puts down an unprepared Slegna with a “Pacifier” shining wizard. Then as he moves towards Steve-E, a gleam is in his eye, and the crowd eggs him on to do whatever it is he’s gonna do to the man formerly known as ‘Crackass’. Boice grabs the wheelchair and with an almighty heave, pushes Steve-E off the stage, wheelchair and all, into the front row! He grabs the Gimmick award and cheers.

Boice: We did it, Mr. Happy! We did it!

Boice celebrates to a good crowd reaction as “Jizz in My Pants” by the Lonely Island plays. The scene shifts to the parking of the Madison Square Garden’s buidling, as a camera and Veronica Cherrywood desperately try to catch up to a figure with long blond hair, a kit bag slung over the back of his shoulder, in the distance.

Cherrywood: Jack! Wait!

The man-mountain Eastwood turns around, a set of keys clutched in his other hand, a frown on his face under his darkened eyes.

Eastwood: What d'you want? I'm in a rush.

Cherrywood: Jack, why aren't you at the House of HavOc yet?

Eastwood: 'Cause I'm not. I was on me way, but you interrupted. So... if you'd be so kind...

He makes to go, but Veronica places a light hand on his arm. He stops, looking at her solemnly.

Cherrywood: Maybe I'm not being direct enough with this. Why did you come here tonight?

Eastwood: Well... I s'pose I've got five minutes. Reason I'm here is 'cause I 'ad to see a bloke about a dog. Pair of dogs, in fact.

Cherrywood: ...yes?

Eastwood: ...do I have to fucking elaborate? Jesus. It's like fucking Question Time. Alright. HavOc... see, HavOc are the best thing going in FMW right now. We've got the Television Championship, a former C-4 champion and a former UV champion... and not to mention the Tag titles. See, that's the problem. We've got another pair of titles out there, on the Silver Pistols.

These guys got some crappy titles off a jobber stable a little while back and now they're running around like they're hot shit. Newsflash, lads, you're not. You see, Veronica, what James and Pearson don't get is that they aren't, they never have been and they never will be on the same level as HavOc. WE are the Tag Team champions in this company. Nobody else. You can take your SoCal Connection, your Cancer, your British Lions... and shove 'em up your arse.

Seems to me like the Pistols have been doomed since the beginning. First Travis suffers an injury and comes back as a mental, then their leader leaves them and becomes just another disillusioned prick. And now, they're on our radar. We're coming for those titles, lads, and it's as safe a bet as the Burnley shite are going down next season that we're gonna get them. You'll be exposed to the strongest force nature has to throw at you. You might be able to handle fire, water, air and earth... but have you got the kecks for the Fifth Element?

Can you handle HavOc?

Now... if you'll excuse me, love, I've wasted enough time as is. I 'ent got any more time to chat. 'Scuse me.

He slings his kit bag into his SUV and gets in, lowering the window as he pulls out, a grin on his face.

Eastwood: Nice arse, by the way.

He drives off, leaving Cherrywood a little flustered.

Stone: Speaking of which, we have an update in the House of HavOc! Let’s take it to the cameras, somewhere in Canada.


The METAL-Tron cuts to Drew Michaels and Jaro in the House of HavOc

Another room, another dead end. Drew Michaels and Jaro each shake their heads as they survey the bars on the only window in the room.

Michaels: We're going to be here for a while...

Jaro: Damn that thinking to hell. They said that there's one unlocked door. Did they say we couldn't forcefully unlock anything else?

Michaels: If it were a different decade, I'd applaud you.

Jaro: Please hold it till after I win.

Jaro runs to the window and jumps to grab the bars. With his feet solid against the wall, he begins to pull with every muscle he has.

Michaels: Hold on, you win?

Michaels rushes over to Jaro and rips his feet out from under him. Jaro plummets to the floor, but is up just as quickly.

Jaro: Don't tempt me to hurt you, Michaels.

Michaels: Don't tempt me to drag your bleeding carcass down a flight of stairs, Roy.

Each man clenches their fists, daring the other one to make a move.

Jaro: That flight of stairs is going to come back to bite you in the ass.

With that, Jaro launches himself at Michaels and brings both of them to the floor. Punches fly, limbs are stretched, and necks are choked, but finally the rumble comes to a stalemate. Jaro has his legs wrapped around Michaels' neck while Drew himself has a hand clenched around Jaro's throat.

Michaels: This is what they want, man!

Jaro: Does it look like I give a flyin' rat's ass about what anyone wants!?

Each man tightens their hold on the other.

Michaels: Listen, we at least need to be civil until we take them out. After that, we beat the hell out of each other.

Jaro: As long as you keep the latter end of the agreement, I won't break the bones in your neck here and now.

Michaels releases his hold and Jaro does the same. They roll into sitting positions, each one rubbing at their neck.

Jaro: I'll wait till later.

Static. The scene cuts back to MSG.


Stone: No Holds Barred has quite the night thus far, but we’re just getting started. Up next, we have the end of one of the most violent rivalries we’ve ever witnessed.

Morpheus: RAMPAGE. Syanide. Hangman’s Holocaust. If there was any match that we could see someone die, it’s this one…Let’s go to Buster at ringside.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Hangman’s Holocaust match! The only way to win is to hang your opponent in a noose. Introducing first, representing HavOc. He hails from Venice Beach, California, and weighs in tonight at 289 pounds. He is the self-proclaimed most hated man in FMW...SYYYYYANIIIIIIIIIIDE!

“Leper Messiah” by Metallica starts pumping from the speakers, and Syanide comes out to thunderous boos from the crowd. He looks at the gallows set up on the stage, then makes his way to the ring.

Morpheus: And RAMPAGE is going to have his work cut out for him. But the sheer level of how personal this has been is off the page.

Stone: Indeed. For those who don’t know, Syanide got his start in FMW and took it by storm with his Neo-Nazi beliefs and sheer hatred of all people not Aryan. This culminated in the longest Television title reign in FMW history and winning the Promo Writer of the Year award. But, of all the heinous acts Syanide perpetrated against FMW stars in the name of the ‘Fourth Reich’, none was more sickening than the kidnapping and sexual abuse of RAMPAGE’s daughter, Karma. RAMPAGE of course has had a deep seeded desire to end Syanide’s life since then. At the last No Holds Barred, Syanide suffered a broken jaw thanks to RAMPAGE’s attack with a barbed wire baseball bat that RAMPAGE carries with him to this day and RAMPAGE almost succeeded in killing Syanide after driving a car which had Syanide in it off of a bridge. Tonight a bloody chapter in FMW will close.

Morpheus: But, in all honesty, could this saga end in any other way?

Stone: I don’t think so.

Syanide enters the ring and grabs a mic.

Syanide: Well, well. My dream has finally come to a realization. I finally get to put Dante out of his misery. And of course, there’s no other way fitting than to lynch him like the dumb nigger that he is.

I am undefeated in this match, lemmings. Two and zero. I killed the Jew, Rabbi, and I would have done the same to Peter Saint. But, my next conquest will be the sweetest. Bring the monkey out here, let’s get this over with. And when I am done, I’ll get reacquainted with young Karma….HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Stone: This man is sick. I personally hope Dante gives him what he deserves.

Morpheus: He just might, Stone. He just might.

Buster: And his opponent, he is the general manager of Alchemy. He hails from Richmond, California, and weighs in tonight at 266 pounds. THIS...IS...RAMPAAAAAGE!

The arena goes dark as gunshots ring out. Dante's voice plays over the PA System, saying quite plainly "I still kill." As the bass of “The Way I Am” by Eminem hits, the lights return to a dim. Dante makes his way to the ring while garnished with a steel link chain dangling from his neck, and that barbed wire bat in his hand. RAMPAGE howls in the air as Syanide motions for him to come. Before RAMPAGE can take off running towards the ring from the top of the entrance ramp, X out of nowhere flattens him from behind with a chair. St. Michael Dreamkiller is close behind, barking orders to X.

Stone: And X blindsides RAMPAGE! The GM is down, and X is putting the boots to him! X tosses RAMPAGE into the fan wall, and again! RAMPAGE has no idea where he is…X scoops him, and THE ABYSS ON THE STEEL RAMP! RAMPAGE may be unconscious!

Morpheus: This isn’t setting well with Syanide, he wanted to end RAMPAGE himself…and he’s rushing towards X!!

Morpheus: And Syanide now out of the ring and he spins X around, and swings…NO! X ducked and Dreamkiller nails Syanide with the cane! X draggin Syanide towards the edge of the stage…AND A DAMN CHOKESLAM OFF THE STAGE THROUGH 3 TABLES!!!!

St. Michael Dreamkiller laughs and now has a microphone in hand.

SMD: X! Hang him now!

X drags RAMPAGE up the ramp by the steel chain that was hanging around his neck.

SMD: Why wait until Ultimatum? I’ll take my rightful place as General Manager of Alchemy THIS INSTANT!

Stone: Oh my God! X is wrapping that chain-link noose around RAMPAGE’s throat!

The crowd boos mercilessly as X goes to prepare RAMPAGE for his possible end, but out of nowhere, Romeo bursts from the back as the crowd isn’t sure to cheer or boo.

Morpheus: What the hell? THAT’S ROMEO! He just came running out of the back and dropkicked X off of RAMPAGE! And he’s trying to stomp a hole in X’s chest!

Stone: And Dreamkiller is going to the aid of his bread and butter...AND GETS HIS TEETH KICKED IN WITH A SUPERKICK! And his head just bounced off of that stage with a sick crack! He may be out cold!

Morpheus: And Romeo is now beating the living hell out of X with the butt of a pistol! X isn’t moving! He’s either knocked out, dead, or playing possum. And Romeo turns his sights back to Dreamkiller. Oh my God, no! He’s removing the noose from RAMPAGE’s neck, and putting around Dreamkiller’s! HE’S PULLING HIM UP! I knew we’d see somebody get hung tonight, but I never thought it would be him! I can’t believe you Romeo, you had finally saw the light!!!

Stone: What in the world is going on here?! Dreamkiller is fighting for his life, but it’s being choked out him with that chain!

As SMD struggles, Romeo grabs the mic that SMD previously had…

Romeo: WE HAD A DEAL, DREAMKILLER! YOU DIDN'T HOLD UP YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN, SO YOU'RE OF NO USE TO ME NOW! I BROUGHT YOU BACK HERE, AND NOW I'M TAKING YOU BACK OUT!

Romeo has an enraged look on his face as St. Michael Dreamkiller exhales his last breath and finally stops thrashing about. X sits up slowly as Romeo leaves and looks at his master.

Morpheus: X is trying to get Dreamkiller down and out of that noose, but I think it’s too late. I wonder what that deal was he had with X and Dreamkiller that he was screaming about.

Stone: Or what he meant by he brought them back. Wait...you don’t think...Chris Austin?

Morpheus: That has to be it. Romeo hired Dreamkiller and X to finish off Chris Austin for him.

Stone: And when they failed to do that, I guess Romeo snapped and decided to take matters into his own hands and take X and Dreamkiller out of the picture.

X finally frees his master’s lifeless body from the noose, and carries his body backstage.

Morpheus: Not too many people were happy with Dreamkiller’s return and his attempt to take Dante’s place as GM of Alchemy. I don’t think they’ll have to worry about that happening anytime soon.

Stone: What a cold and heartless thing to say. I like it.

Morpheus: That’s unlike you.

Stone: I don’t care, Dreamkiller is a despicable human being that should rot in hell. But I find it hard to condone what Romeo has just done. But somewhere, Dreamkiller deserved it.

The carnage fades as RAMPAGE and Syanide receive medical attention, being loaded on gurneys and transported to the back.

Morpheus: Let’s get our next award out of the way as the carnage is cleaned from the ring.


A scene returns back to a shot of the podium on the stage, signaling for another award presentation. Suddenly, "Alive" by Godsmack begins to play, as the last winners of Tag Team of the Year, the SoCal Connection, head towards the podium. To the tandem's surprise, the crowd goes into a frenzy chanting "Please come back!", causing Korran Halycon and the Sublime to look around in amazement, before deciding to play to the crowd.

Korran: Before we present the award for Tag Team of the Year, I would just like to say what a great honor it is for us to be inducted into the Hall of Fame at Ultimatum 2!

Sublime: And also how big of an honor it is for us to pass the torch to a new tag team!

The crowd cheers Korran and Sublime, once again asking their return, this time in the "ONE MORE MATCH!" vein. Korran and Sublime smile and look towards each other still in awe of the adulation they have received.

Sublime: And the nominees are...HavOc...

Morpheus: A dominating group, they've pretty much made Anarchy their own personal playground, and are the current Tag Champions.

Raucous boos emanate from the crowd at their mentioning.

Korran: The Fighting Irish...

Stone: The journey these men have made from 'Leprecan'ts' to a respectable is simply remarkable, as were their battles with HavOc.

The fans cheer loudly for the fan-fave duo of brothers.

Sublime: The Cancer...

The crowd once again shows their dismay towards the sick duo of Cactus Sam and Matt Dunn.

Morpheus: Before their breakup, these guys were seen as the Second Coming of SoCal with their domination of the division; they are the longest reigning Tag champs in FMW history.

Korran: And the Silver Pistols.

Stone: Well, the TV Tag Champions aren't bad either, turning the belts from novelty toys to sought after gold on the Alchemy brand.

A loud pop can now be heard in adoration for the remaining members of the former stable of four.

Sublime: And the winners are...

Korran/Sublime: THE CANCER!

The crowd lets their disappointment be known once again. After moments of waiting, neither member of the Cancer comes out to accept the award, leaving everyone in the arena to become confused.

Korran: Oh snap! We forgot that Sam and Dunn hate each other and will likely never be seen again after tonight!

Sublime: Bummer...so much for passing the torch!

"Alive" by Godsmack hits as the scene fades out with Sublime shrugging shoulders at Korran, before grabbing the awards, and tossing one to Korran. As they both make their exits, the mic is able to pick up Sublime saying "Fuck it - more for SoCal!", causing some laughter amongst the fans.

The scene opens up to the stage, once again, with the podium in view. The crowd is all abuzz, patiently awaiting the next match, when suddenly "Decapitate" by Judas Priest blares out of the speakers, to the fan's delight. The former Alchemy Superstar and C-4 Champion, King Guiomar the Barbaric then comes out to soak in the adulation, as the chants of "Welcome back!" are shouted in unison. the chants continue well after Guiomar's theme dies down, and Guiomar can be seen mouthing "thank you" to the fans in attendance, until they finally quiet down.

Guiomar: Thank you all for a welcome that is truly fit for a king.

The crowd cheers again, and begins a "Guiomar! Guiomar!" chant.

Guiomar: Too kind. As it were, being a former C-4 Division Champion on Alchemy, I know how much work it takes to make yourself shine on the 'blue brand'. The pride instilled in you when you are seen as one of FMW's go to guys is enough to give any man a rush, and a sense of accomplishment...much like what I felt when I defeated MASS Caesar in the 'Royal Showdown' not so many moons ago.

The crowd cheers in mention of one of FMW's hidden gems in terms of great wrestling matches.

Guiomar: With that said, there are four men who shone brighter than anyone on Alchemy, and one man's efforts and contributions to the brand will be recognized tonight. It is now time to present the award for Alchemy Superstar of the Year. The nominees are...Alex O'Rion...

The crowd boos uncontrollably for a brief moment.

Morpheus: One half of the main event at Ultiamtum 2, and the incumbent Alchemy Superstar of the Year, he could easily repeat.

Guiomar: Hostyle...

A mixed reaction for the hometown guy can be heard from the fans, this time around.

Stone: 2-time C-4 Division champion, a stint as it's GM, TNT champion. The accomplishments are long for Hostyle, and I do believe it would be a treat for him to win the award in his home state of New York.

Guiomar: Hannibal Frost...

Once again, the crowd seems split, with the booing noticeably dominating.

Morpheus: He made great strides on Alchemy, topped off with ending Hostyle's first C-4 title reign. Frost has become quite the formidable competitor on Anarchy.

Guiomar: And Romeo.

Stone: Despite his new attitude, there's no denying how far he's come. He began the year with a bang, winning the Abandoned title and he is now in possession of the longest reign of the title's history.

Just as they did towards the mentioning of Alex, Romeo, too, receives the same reaction.

Guiomar: And the award goes to...

HOSTYLE!

"Renegade" by Jay-Z and Eminem hits to a surprising amount of cheers, as Hostyle enters the stage holding up his "H" hand sign. He then steps up to the podium, accepting his award from Guiomar, and gives him a fist-bump, before getting close to the mic.

Hostyle: Finally, my epicness has been recognized!

It's been a while since I defeated Hermano Guiomar here for my first C-4 Title reign, but it was on that moment that my ascension to greatness began!

Guiomar offers a shrug of the shoulders at that comment.

Hostyle: Alchemy is in my blood, and while I may be an Anarchy superstar, I've made sure to bring innovation to the red brand, and it's a better place now because of me!

But one day I will return to the brand that I once led, and reclaim my rightful place as the Face of Alchemy!

“Renegade” by Jay-Z and Eminem plays again, as the scene fades out to Hostyle raising his award up in the air, as the fans show their appreciation.

Stone: Big moment for Hostyle! Now, let’s take a look at the House of HavOc.


METAL-tron cuts back to the House of HavOc, focusing on Hannibal Frost and Harlequin. Harlequin and Frost, situated at the bottom of the stairs leading to the balcony, trade glances as TBM darts past them and out of sight.

Harlequin: At least we got one?

Hannibal Frost: One is quite better than none.

O'Rion steps down into view with a smile on his face.

O'Rion: Charbroiled and out cold.

Harlequin: We're so clever.

Hannibal Frost: Indeed.

The feed goes into static, leading to a second camera cutting to Drew Michaels and Jaro. Upon entering this last room, Michaels and Jaro finally find it. An open door. The night sky and cool breeze lay just beyond it. They both trade glances, before Michaels kicks Jaro in the gut and shoves him out of the room.

Michaels: We both knew this wouldn't last. It's really not you... it's me.

Jaro curses Michaels before the door is shut and locked in front of him. Michaels rushes for the open door, stretches out his body for it, when a fist connects with his nose. Michaels reels back, blood dripping down to the floor, and glances at the door.

Jack Eastwood steps into view, smile on his face, and steps into the room. He shuts the door behind him and secures it.

Michaels: I'm pretty damn sure you can't do that.

Eastwood: Find me the rule book that says so.

Michaels tenses up as Eastwood clenches his fists. Michaels stumbles, still dizzy from the blow, and Eastwood lunges forward. The door that Michaels had previously locked swings open as splinters and chips of sheet rock spray the room. As the dust clears, and a conveniently placed light shines down, Jaro is seen... banhammer over his shoulder. Eastwood glances around, no escape, and braces for impact as Jaro rushes forward. With a ramming motion, Jaro plants the banhammer square against Eastwood's forehead and puts him down. Glancing over at Michaels, Jaro sighs.

Jaro: I would've expected that little stunt out of someone like me, but not you.

Michaels: You're rubbing off on me.

Jaro: Never say that to another man. Ever.

Jaro shoulders the banhammer once again.

Jaro: Now lets get the hell out of here.

This camera gets the same fate, going to Static as a third camera cuts to TBM. TBM slinks around another corner, stepping lightly, and tries to find the next doorway which will probably lead him to nowhere. Another step, and TBM is jerked upwards towards the ceiling. He stops just a few inches from it and hangs upside down.

Hannibal Frost: That was the easiest one yet.

TBM spins around to find Frost, O'Rion, and Harlequin standing beside him.

O'Rion: Yep.

O'Rion reels back and fires a right hand at TBM's face. The shot connects and sends TBM swinging limply. Then, for a bit of overkill, o'Rion jerks down on TBM and dives out of the way. The weakened structure of the ceiling gives way and collapses on top of TBM.

Hannibal Frost: That looked painful.

O'Rion: I know I'd hate to have it happen to me.

Hannibal Frost: Well, two down, two left to go. Should be easy, eh Harley?

No answer. O'Rion and Frost turn to find that Harlequin has disappeared. Camera cuts to Static.


As we cut back to the ring, we can see that it is where 8 men stand in the ring, as ”Shadow” by Burden Brothers plays. Savant plays to the crowd on his way to the ring.

Stone: This next match figures to be sensational, as all the competitors will be putting it all on the line for a shot at glory. A spot on the card for Ultimatum II.

Morpheus: Everyone in the back has been talking about this one. Everyone is thinking that this match is going to steal the show. It’s almost impossible to live up to that kind of hype, but regardless of the hype… whoever wins this one will have earned his way into the spotlight.

"Chinese Sleep Chant" by Coldplay plays, as the crowd pops LOUDLY for The Technician.

Stone: That’s a big surprise! Tech is back in FMW!

Morpheus: Doesn’t look like he’s here to fight, he’s in street clothes.

Stone: He’s coming this way

The Technician joins Stone and Morpheus at commentary. The crowd chants “Welcome back!” as he makes his way to ringside.

Stone: My goodness, this is a treat.

Morpheus: How are you doing?

Technician: Fantastic. I’m here to see the rebirth of NEW in action. I was part of the first crop of NEWbies, it will be nice to see what that place has cooking these days.

”Futurism” by Muse plays, as Apostasy makes his way to the ring.

Cherry: The following contest is the THROUGH HELL AND BACK match. In this match the competitors must escape the cage, retrieve a ladder, and climb the ladder to retrieve the prize. The prize for the victor tonight is a spot on the lineup of Ulitmatum II!!! Introducing first, APOSTASY! In the ring, Gabriel Crow, Jip Thornton, Alex Macey, Koldan Ismaylov, Savant, Joe Michaels, Damien Inferno and Adam Harlow!

Stone: Well, not everyone in this match is in NEW, and especially not the man who issued the open challenge, Apostasy.

Morpheus: This was a great idea from Apostasy, but you have to wonder what he’s fighting for. He’s already in the Gold Card Gauntlet at Ultimatum II. And he’ll certainly have people gunning for him. There are 3 other men in this match that were vying for that last Gold Card spot. Each of them will be out to prove that they’re better than Apostasy.

Technician: The man speaks the truth.

Stone: Each man inside the squared circle. Ladders have been set up on the entrance ramp, and the cage has started to lower. Decorating the cage are various weapons, encouraging each man to go to any length necessary in order to secure the prize.

Morpheus: And remember, this is a big cage. This cage doesn’t sit on the ring apron, it sits on the outside, right up against the ring barricade. And that makes it even more dangerous. If you fall off that cage, you don’t fall to the mat. You fall to the concrete.

Technician: The cage has been lowered, and the bell has rung!

Stone: Harlow and Thornton go to the outside, they’re ready to start climbing the cage. Savant rolls to the other side, he’s getting a few weapons. A massive brawl has begun in the ring.

Morpheus: Inferno backdrops Koldan out of the ring!!!

Technician: Apostasy and Michaels trading blows…

Stone: Crow and Macey going at it as well… superkick from Inferno on Macey, out of nowhere!

Morpheus: This is a clusterfuck, plain and simple.

Technician: Big STO from Apostasy on Michaels. Double clothesline on Apostasy by Inferno and Crow!

Stone: Don’t look now, but Harlow and Thornton are climbing up. And Savant has a bag… of something. And a fire extinguisher. Apostasy pulled up by Inferno, and gets nailed with a Psychocutter. Springboard moonsault by Crow to follow up!

Morpheus: Are they teaming up?

Technician: It appears so, though I don’t know why they would.

Stone: Whatever is in that bag that Savant is holding is obviously pretty heavy. Savant sprays the extinguisher at Koldan, and then to everyone in the ring!

Morpheus: What a great idea!

Technician: Savant’s a smart guy, you have to give him his due. He doesn’t often use weapons, but a match like this clearly calls for it.

Stone: He winds up, and swings the sack at Koldan! Koldan goes down like a sack of potatoes!

Morpheus: What the hell is in the bag?

Technician: I think we’re about to find out.

Stone: He opens the bag… gravel? What the hell?

Morpheus: That’s pretty damn random.

Technician: I think even Savant wasn’t expecting that.

Stone: Savant reels in Koldan… BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE GRAVEL!

Morpheus: Everyone in the ring is still confused, and Thornton and Harlow are up at the top. Thornton is picking up something on the cage, right at the top.

Technician: I can’t see what that is…

Stone: Harlow gets one leg over, Thornton pulls the other leg back. That didn’t look pleasant.

Morpheus: Every man in attendance and at home can agree with that, Stone.

Technician: Right on a steel fence… that’s just not cool.

Stone: Thornton to the top, right hands to Harlow.

Morpheus: Those are brass knuckles! I LOVE IT!

Technician: And we’ve got our first bleeder.

Stone: Thornton clutches the top of the cage with his hands… HEAD SCISSOR TAKE DOWN FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!

Morpheus: GAHHHHHH!!!

Harlow, already bloodied, is propelled off the cage, but lands a little right of the entrance ramp, with his head impacting against the guardrail. Thornton clutches to the top of the cage by his hands before regaining his footing on the outside of the cage. He jumps down and rolls onto the ramp, uninjured.

Technician: I think we’re going to need some medical attention.

Stone: EMTs, trainers and other FMW officials have been waiting right backstage since the start of this match.

Morpheus: I’d say that it’s warranted, given what we’ve seen.

Stone: Savant has taken up the fight back in the ring, doling out a clothesline to Inferno. Pele kick on Crow! Ducks under a right from Inferno… DDT! Low blow from Joe Michaels!

Morpheus: Anything goes in these matches.

Stone: Double-A spinebuster by Crow. He’s motioning for Inferno to go up top, and so is Michaels!

Morpheus: Where the fuck did this alliance pop up from?

Technician: Probably NEW

Stone: Perhaps so. Frog Splash from the 6’8 Inferno onto Savant! That’s got to hurt!

Morpheus: I don’t know how they expect this to work. Only one guy can win this.

Technician: If one of them wins, I’d put money on them challenging one of the other ones.

Morpheus: That would make sense

Stone: Regardless, we don’t know exactly what’s going on, but Apostasy and Macey are up, and getting weapons. Michaels, Crow and Inferno are in persuit.

Morpheus: What’s Thornton doing?

Technician: He has the ladder braced against the cage. How exactly will he get that thing inside?

As a 5-person brawl erupt outside the ring, Thornton lifts the ladder by the bottom rung, and flips it over the top of the cage and inside. The ladder lands squarely on the head of Joe Michaels.

Morpheus: BY THE HAMMER OF THOR!

Stone: Well that’s one partner down.

The ladder rests between the ring and the cage at a diagonal angle.

Morpheus: I think the medical staff has a long night ahead of them.

Technician: I haven’t been in the ring for almost 2 years, but I still know how that would feel. Good lord!

Stone: Inferno knocks Apostasy down with a few rights. He’s setting Apostasy up. Apostasy getting to his feet, he doesn’t see it!

Morpheus: Counter!

Stone: Apostasy drops Inferno face-first into a frying pan set up on the cage. HUGE SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Inferno’s torso lies on the steel steps, while his head dangles off the edge. Apostasy jumps over Inferno, turns and delivers a legdrop. Inferno folds over onto his head.

Stone: Triple Play by Apostasy!

Technician: Goddamn, this is intense!

Stone: Macey with a few martial arts strikes on Crow. Shake jab, and a kick to the gut! He pulls him up for a powerbomb… and drops him backwards onto the ladder!

Morpheus: That’s not good for the ribs.

Technician: So many good NEW guys here. I am liking what I’m seeing. I’d like to challenge whichever NEWbie impresses me most in this match. That would be a good fight, I think.

Stone: I think I agree with that. Edible flips Crow over on the ladder, and grabs a half nelson from underneath! Macey holds the legs, they’re stretching him out over the ladder!

Morpheus: I just can’t imagine that being pleasant.

Technician: Nor can I.

Stone: Apostasy yelling at Macey and counting. Macey lets go… DOMINATOR ON THE OUTSIDE!

Morpheus: That’s some good teamwork… I wonder if they’re…

Stone: Spear by Macey on Apostasy, right over the ring steps! Apostasy folds over like a GI Joe!

Technician: Scratch that I guess. No alliances here.

Stone: Both men down, Apostasy might be out cold. Thornton is climbing up the cage, he’s been hardly touched in this match!

Morpheus: The big russkie is up!

Technician: Oh god, this isn’t good for anyone.

Stone: He’s taking the ladder, and rams it into the side of the cage! Thornton falls back to the outside!

Morpheus: He made the daring dash to go get the ladder, but it looks like he won’t be able to get back in!

Technician: And Koldan is in control now. Everyone is wiped out. He’s setting it up inside the ring!

Stone: Koldan is still bleeding from taking that brainbuster onto the gravel. But he’s looking good right now. He starts climbing!

Morpheus: Savant is in, and he’s going to climb up as well!

Technician: Macey is getting to his feet on the outside.

Stone: Koldan is up first, he’s reaching, but he gets a big forearm from Savant.

Morpheus: Here comes the short guy!

Technician: Don’t sleep on him, Macey can be quite the ball of fire.

Stone: Macey into the ring. Savant and Koldan exchanging blown. Big right from Koldan, Macey runs into the ropes. RUNNING SPRINGBOARD 180 CROSS-BODY! THE LADDER TIPS OVER!

Koldan and Savant fall towards the floor. Gabriel Crow is on the outside, trying to pick himself up with one of the weapons attached to the cage… a spool of razor wire. Savant jumps off the ladder and delivers a Tamashii Gekido to Crow, his foot propelling Crow’s face into the wire. Koldan crashes into a steel folding table set up on the side of the cage. The table comes down onto him. In the ring, Macey doubles over in pain.

Morpheus: MERCIFUL ZEUS!

Technician: That… was amazing.

Stone: Macey now with the advantage. The crowd wants to see this! Thornton is climbing up the cage on the outside!

Morpheus: Inferno is up! He’s clutching his head and clearly not in good shape, but he’s up.

Technician: Macey pulls the ladder in place, he’s got to be quick!

Stone: Macey sets it up, he’s starting to climb, Inferno climbs the other side. Macey is hurt, he’s getting up way too slow.

Morpheus: Damien Inferno is going to win it!

Technician: Apostasy is up, he’s getting into the ring. Nobody will stay down!

Stone: Inferno is up, he’s reaching! RUNNING DDT UP THE LADDER AND OFF BY THE ARM!

Morpheus: WHAT?!?

Technician: Was he really playing possum?

Stone: My god, what a move! And Apostasy moves in for the kill, nailing Macey with a BURNING HAMMER! And now he climbs… he might win this! Nobody is nearby!

Morpheus: He might win the match he created! This is great! He’s up at the top!

Technician: LOOK UP!

Jip Thornton has climbed the cage and is standing precariously atop the structure. He leaps towards Apostasy and the ladder. He manages to make it all the way into the ring, and delivers a huge flying shoulderblock to the ladder. Apostasy is sent flying to the outside, where he lands on the gravel left out earlier.

Stone: WHAT THE HELL?!? HE FLEW IN, PRACTICALLY FROM THE HEAVENS!

Morpheus: Thornton is in a world of pain as well, but he’s trying like hell to suck it up. He’s dragging the ladder back up.

Technician: Nobody is moving outside the ring, except for Koldan, he’s trying to get that steel table in the ring. And he’s grabbed another bag of… something… off the cage.

Stone: Thornton sets up the ladder. He’s starting to climb. Koldan in the ring, he’s reaching in the bag… IT’S A DAMN TAZER GUN! HE JUST TAZED THORNTON!

Morpheus: No way he knew what was in that bag. He’s so lucky.

Technician: Koldan is setting up the table, and Thornton is clutching to that ladder for dear life. I don’t know how he’s not completely out.

Stone: Koldan climbs on the table and grabs Thornton off the ladder… RUSSIAN STING ON THE STEEL TABLE!

Morpheus: Well, now he is.

Technician: Jesus.

Stone: Thornton falls to the mat, he’s out cold. Koldan steps onto the ladder… people at ringside are stirring, but it won’t be in time.

Morpheus: He’s got it.

Technician: Yeah he does.

Stone: KOLDAN IZMAYLOV WINS THE THROUGH HELL AND BACK INVITATIONAL!

Cherry: Here is your winner… KOLDAN IZMAYLOV!

Koldan Izmaylov (7.08 aps + 0.5 avs = 7.58 total)
Damien Inferno (7.46 aps + 0.1 avs = 7.56 total)
Alex Macey (7.36 aps + 0.0 avs = 7.36 total)
Gabriel Crow (6.86 aps + 0.3 avs = 7.16 total)
Apostasy (6.42 aps + 0.7 avs = 7.12 total)
Jip Thornton (6.9 aps + 0.2 avs = 7.1 total)
Savant (6.42 aps + 0.5 avs = 6.92 total)
Adam Harlow (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
Joe Michaels (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

Morpheus: Crow’s face has been torn up. Apostasy might have gravel lodged in his internal organs. Inferno’s neck might be snapped, Harlow nearly lost his head, and Jip Thornton was fucking tazed right after he risked dislocating his shoulder on an amazing leap of faith to deny the victory to Apostasy. My god, nobody in this match is going to be quite the same.

Stone: This was… nuts. And we’ve still got the House of Havoc left to go! So much blood to clean up, and so much left to be shed tonight.

As the cage is raised, Koldan has made his way down and begins celebrating in the ring, as the crowd loudly boos him. The technician grabs a mic and heads into the ring.

Technician: Koldan, you have impressed me tonight. You’ve just won a spot on Ultimatum II, and now… you need an opponent. I haven’t been in this ring in almost 2 years, but I can think of no greater comeback than a match at Ultimatum II. Koldan… let’s do this.

The crowd pops at this suggestion. Koldan motions for a mic from ringside.

Koldan: Meester Technician. You have made a great mistake. You vant comeback match against me? Zis is very foolish of you. There vill be no glorious comeback after I through vith you. I… better than you know. I am ze best of new breed of superstar. I am stronger, faster and smarter than ze people you faced so long ago. At Ultimatum II, I vill make you retire vonce more. Zis… I promise.

The two stare down for a minute before Technician offers a hand. The two shake hands, to accept the match. The crowd goes wild as Technician looks up and trash talks the much larger Koldan Izmaylov.

Stone: And that match will be fantastic, I am absolutely sure. Technician might be smaller, he might be rusty, but there’s no way that it won’t be a great fight.

Morpheus: I’m calling it now, squash for the Russkie. HE MUST BREAK HIM!

Stone: Oh, please don’t start that Rocky 4 crap.

Morpheus: Technician better start chopping down and hauling wood. Maybe pulling a sleigh or two, or else he’s going to get the iron curtain dropped on him.

Stone: That’s quite enough. Let's go to the ramp for our next award presentation.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, to present the award for Match of the Year, please welcome the runner-up of last year’s Match of the Year, Mount Vesuvius I, JOHN DERRICK!

“Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones hits the arena and the crowd give a roar for the appearance of John Derrick, who heads straight to the awards platform.

Derrick: Honestly, with me still having a match later, I’ll be brief as I can for you all. Yada-yada-yada, a great match can transcend time, mark the arrival of a superstar, that kind of thing. The four nominees were matches that everyone will be talking about for years to come, not only because of the result, but the overall significance of the match. Nominees for the award are:

Drew Michaels vs. Ethan Black at Ultimatum I

the Ultraviolent 15 Minute Massacre at Anarchy 5.3

Original Sin vs. The Resistance in the Winner Takes All 10 Man Elimination Tag Match at Lethal Injection II

and Mount Vesuvius II at Circus Maximus II. And the winner is...

The crowd provide a drum roll on anything hard they can find, and Doc opens the envelope.

Derrick: ...The Winner Takes All match at Lethal Injection II.

The crowd cheers at the announcement. Doc allows them to do so while he takes a drink from his flask.

Stone: The match was for FMW’s existence, and what a match it was. Great choice.

Morpheus: An honor to call it.

Derrick: I won’t get anyone else out here to accept the award because let’s face it – I think as the sole survivor I’m probably best suited for the occasion. I’m great, I know. That’s one of my favorite moments, kicking Jaro’s bony ass out of here along with his cronies. Driving that stake through his heart was one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done in what’s been an up and down career. And I’ve been more down than up lately, so I guess…what I’m trying to say is…

I’m announcing that Ultimatum Two will be my last match.

Stone: Did he just retire?

Morpheus: I think he did!

A chorus of boos rain over Derrick’s announcement, merging into chants of ‘Please don’t go! Please don’t go!’.

Derrick: I apologize. But this is something I’ve thought over with every drink I take and I’m satisfied with my decision and moreover with my opponent in my final match. Skyler’s good people. Despite all the gutters I’ve been dragged through, and the scratches we’ve traded, he’s been a good friend. Well, an alright friend but a friend nonetheless.

Cheers emerge from the crowd and Derrick continues, slightly more serious.

Derrick: But at Ultimatum Two, I’m taking the kid gloves off. Skyler is a tough little bastard and I’m not the type to want to leave on a losing note. I’m going to give this last match everything I have left in me. No restraint, no holding back. Just me and him blowing the roof off the arena.

More cheers, more pausing. Doc takes a swig from his flask.

Derrick: I guess most of you deserve to be thanked as well. I made questionable decisions and most of you didn’t lose faith. I won’t forget my time here.

Chants of ‘Thank you Doc! Thank you Doc!’grow louder and Doc steps out from behind the podium, walking to the center of the entrance stage and unscrewing his whiskey bottle cap, drinking and posing as the flashbulbs light up the arena. He wipes his mouth and snatches the mic from the stand.

Derrick: But there’s still a little time to go, so tonight I’m going to kick some ass. It’s only fitting that my opponent at Ultimatum I gets one last taste of defeat at my hands. It’s the perfect second-to-last match. Thanks again.

The crowd immediately rises for a standing ovation as Derrick once more takes a gulp of whiskey, nods and tips his hat before heading behind the curtain again to “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones.


Stone: Doc will be missed, he’s one of the greats. But from one era’s end to another, Here we go, Morph, 11 years in the making.

Morpheus: This breaks my heart.

Stone: Liar. You have no heart.

Morpheus: Yeah, still though, I was a huge fan of this team and despite the hatred they have for each other, they were a great team, as evidenced by their Tag team of the Year award win.

Stone: This one will be graphic, no doubt about it. Let’s go to Buster at ringside.

Buster Cherry: The following contest, is the Last Cancer Standing match!

The crowd is cheering its heads off at that announcement.

Cherry: In this match, there will be no disqualifications, no countouts…ANYTHING goes! The only way to win is to incapacitate the opponent to the point that he can not answer the count of 10. And introducing first…

“Written in Cold Blood” by Mindless Self Indulgence plays as Matt Dunn enters to boos. He is carrying his trademark shovel on his shoulder and has an epic scowl on his face. He rolls into the ring and stares right at the entrance, waiting for his opponent.

Cherry: From Birmingham, England, weighing 218 pounds…MATT P. DUNN!!

Stone: Dunn looks all business tonight.

Morpheus: His shovel hand is itching to strike, I hope Sam brings something with him.

“Sons of Plunder” by Disturbed begins to play to boos as Cactus Sam makes his way out to the arena flooded in red lights. Carrying a Trash Can filled with weapons. Sam wastes no time in heading to the ring. Dunn stands, ready to swing the shovel as soon as Sam is in range.

Cherry: His opponent, from Birmingham, England, weighing 250 pounds…CACTUS SAM!

Sam reaches into the trash can and takes out a lead pipe as the bell rings. Sam rolls into the ring and a weapon war of sorts ensues. Dunn starts to get the better of it, but Sam drops Dunn after tossing the pipe at him, striking him in the face. Sam then pounces on Dunn, punching, biting, head-butts, whatever he can to cause damage.

Stone: And what a start to this one! Sam is all over Dunn now, Dunn may be busted open already!

Morpheus: Dunn manages to get Sam off of him, Dunn is to his feet, Sam charges with the shovel…Three-Double-Six-Eight sends the shovel back into Sam’s face!

Stone: Dunn is out here in front of us now, he’s grabbing whatever weapon he can find, chairs, kitchen sinks, kendo sticks! He tosses them all into the ring, but before he can get to his feet Sam nails him in the back with a trash can!

Morpheus: Sam now stomping on Dunn here…He’s pulling him to his feet, over a kitchen sink…Sam’s going for a Pulling Piledriver, but Dunn stops him with a low blow!

Sam drops to his knees as Dunn arms himself with a Kendo Stick. He steps on the top part of it and breaks it, keeping the jagged, sharp, bottom end in his hand. As Sam looks up, Dunn stabs him directly in the face with the weapon, drawing blood instantly!

Stone: And we have blood! But Dunn isn’t stopping there, he stabs him again, right in the forehead!

Morpheus: Sam rolls out of the ring in pain, Dunn is right after, giving chase and Sam Flapjacks Dunn into the steel steps! I think Dunn’s head nicked the edge because he’s busted as well; This is becoming the greatest match I have ever witnessed! More, gentlemen, more!

Sam gets on all fours to look for a weapon under the ring as Dunn tries to regroup. Just then, the Silver Pistols hop the fan barrier, each armed with a chair. Pearson strikes down Dunn and James, still showing the scars from his match with the Forgotten and post match beatdown by Eastwood, gives Sam the same treatment when he emerges from under the ring.

Morpheus: NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!! THE DAMN PISTOLS!

Stone: I have no idea why they are out here, but Jesus they are pounding Dunn and Sam like railroad spikes!

Morpheus: Why in the hell are they even out here!

Stone: Sam looks lifeless and Dunn is thrown into the ring by Pearson…He has Dunn set up over the kitchen sink…PRISON BREAK into the sink, did you hear the thud!

Morpheus: Fuck! Sam just got hit in the throat with a chair from James, and now Sam is in the ring thanks to James!

Dunn lies pretty much out as James pounds away on Dunn. Pearson goes out and retrieves two tables, sliding them in the ring one by one as Sam is DDT’ed into a trash can.

Stone: The Pistols look like they’ve got something terrible in mind as they set up the tables in opposite corners, Sam and Dunn are pretty much out!

Morpheus: James sets Sam on the top rope, his back is facing the ring. Pearson is sitting on the top rope, and he has Dunn in a Double Underhook. James looks in position for a Sunset flip through a table…HOLY SHIT!!!

James flips off the turnbuckle with Sam, driving him headfirst through the table with a Super Flip Piledriver! At the same time…Pearson stands up and lifts Dunn, driving him headfirst through the table with a super “No Mercy” Double Underhook Piledriver! The crowd breaks out into a holy shit chant as the Pistols pull themselves from the wreckage and ask for mics.

Stone: TWO DAMN SUPER PILEDRIVERS THROUGH TABLES, MORPH!

Morpheus: Unbelievable!

James: We’ve grown tired of the lack of respect that we get from you people in FMW! And everyone is always coming in second to HavOc. Well, me and Robert will no longer stand for it. If it’s a fight you want, a fight you will get.

Stone: So they did this because of HavOc?

Morpheus: I didn’t know they had it in them, but at least they ruined a bloodbath with a massacre.

Stone: That they did!

Pearson: We aren’t mentioned in the same breath as the aforementioned HavOc, SoCal Connection, and most recently, what’s left of the Cancer because we had the unfortunate task of making belts that were given away without merit into something worth fighting for, and we did it. Maybe tonight, you all will notice how dangerous and how good we are, especially since we’ve cured FMW of its Cancer, permanently.

James: SoCal said that they wanted to pass the torch to a new tag team, well consider it passed to FMW’s best kept secret…the Silver Pistols.

Pearson: Oh, and as for your challenge, HavOc…

James/Pearson: WE ACCEPT.

The crowd cheers the newfound viciousness displayed by the Silver Pistols.

Stone: It’s official, HavOc versus the Silver Pistols at Ultimatum 2!

James: Title for title, HavOc. Winner takes home all of the gold and will be recognized as the best tag team in the business. We’ll see you then.

“Scream, Aim, Fire” by Bullet for My Valentine plays as James and Pearson drop their mics and calmly leave. A med staff runs down past the Pistols to tend to Dunn and Sam, who have yet to move since each going through a table.

Morpheus: While these guys clean up what’s left of the Cancer in the ring, let’s go to the stage for another award presentation.


"Forever" by As I Lay Dying begins to play, as a baby-due-any day now-looking Celeste Rousseau, GM of Anarchy heads towards the podium on the stage for our next award. She is met with cheers as she calmly waits for the music to cease playing.

Celeste: I’m here to present the award for Anarchy Superstar of the Year. Each nominee has not only shone brightly on the brand as a competitor, but they also embody in some way, the slogan of FMW’s flagship, which is “Wrestling is a Blood Sport”.

These four men have shed blood and sweat for this brand, and tonight one man will be recognized as the metaphorical heart and soul of FMW Anarchy. And the nominees are:

Christian G. Smitten…

Loud boos.

Celeste: Harlequin…

More boos, a few cheers.

Celeste: The first winner of Anarchy Superstar of the Year…Drew Michaels…

BIG pop.

Celeste: And the current FMW Champion…Nick Bryson.

BIG pop, followed by a drum roll.

Celeste: And the winner is…NICK BRYSON!!!

The crowd cheers as “Clouds Over California” by DevilDriver plays. Bryson comes out, obviously trying to fight back tears. He graciously accepts the award, and a kiss on the cheek from Celeste, and raises it to the crowd forcefully before speaking.

Bryson: You know, for the longest time, I didn't feel like he was respected for what I've done for this company. I’ve put my body through hell, and I’ve whipped ass and had my ass whipped all in the name of Anarchy. But I felt that all of my effort was continually overlooked and underminded, whether it be false beliefs of Drew ‘overshadowing’ me, or me supposedly getting lucky to be where I am…I started to think that maybe I should walk away from the brand while I still can…

The crowd acts stunned, hoping that Bryson isn’t contemplating retirement. Celeste looks on a little worried that Nick may do just that. But after Nick looks down to compose himself, he sniffs and wipes tears from his eyes, a smile on his face.

Bryson: Well this award has quelled those doubts inside my heart. This means everything to me. It's an honor and a privilege to be your Anarchy Superstar of the Year and I'm glad to have all of your respect.

The crowd and Celeste cheer and applaud the FMW champion as he continues.

Bryson: Tonight, I intend to show why I deserve this award. Beyond this, I won't let anybody down at Ultimatum 2. Iwill walk in and walk out as champion. I will not be overlooked or underminded again. At the end of that night, I will have earned the respect of everybody in this company but it won't stop there because I will continue to work, sweat and bleed for Anarchy and FMW.

Thank you all, FMW fans. Thank you so much.

“Clouds Over California” by DevilDriver plays as Bryson kisses his award and retreat to the back. As the song begins to fade, the crowd starts up a “THANK YOU NICK! THANK YOU NICK!” chant.

Stone: I couldn’t think of a better man for the honor.

Morpheus: I could, but honestly he isn’t that bad of a choice.

Stone: You are sad, you know that? Let’s check on the House of HavOc a bit before our next match.

The METAL-Tron cuts back to the House of HavOc, this time following the progress of War Machine.

The hallway is dimly lit, said light flickering on and off, but War Machine picks his way around just fine. He opens the next door he comes to and finds shackles on an otherwise bare wall. The only other thing in the room is a door on that same wall. War Machine starts for it, but a gasping noise from behind stops him in his tracks.

TBM: Is this for that BDSM stuff!?

TBM runs into the room and throws himself back first against the wall, acting as if he's chained.

TBM: C'mon Machine man, wanna' play "make an amateur porn, upload it to a free streaming porn website, and see how many hits it gets in a hour"?

War Machine sighs in annoyance and runs a hand from his brow to his chin.

War Machine: Just... get the hell off that wall so we can get out of here.

TBM jumps away from the wall and stands in front of War Machine. He pokes him in the chest, hard, and shakes his head.

TBM: Tromboner Man is being dead serious. Playing "making an amateur porn, uploading it to a free streaming porn website, and seeing how many hits it gets in a hour" is a fun game.

War Machine grabs TBM by the throat and slams him against the wall to his left. TBM's feet dangle a few inches off the ground.

War Machine: I. Don't. Have. Time. For. This. I'm getting the hell out of here and beating to death anyone that gets in my way. Clear?

TBM answers in a clinched voice.

TBM: [size=85]Super clear.[/size]

Camera cuts to O'Rion.

O'Rion: Annnnnd.... perfect.

O'Rion stands up and surveys his handy work. A super soaker, at the door to the balcony, sits rigged at chest height to the side of the door. Two lighters sit taped in front of it, flames dancing. O'Rion screws the cap back onto his gasoline can and tosses it to the side. A glance downwards shows that TBM and War Machine are walking up an aisle below.

Static.

Camera cuts to TBM and War Machine.

The double doors leading to freedom prove to be locked and barred shut. War Machine slams a fist against the door and shakes his head.

TBM: It's alright, big guy. Tromboner Man will get you and him out-

War Machine waves for TBM to be quiet and when he does, a noise filters down from the balcony. War Machine stomps over to the door, whips it open, and glances up the hallway. After a few seconds, he glances back at TBM.

War Machine: There's someone up there. Gonna' help me the beat the exit out of this guy or what?

TBM replies with a smiling thumbs up before they both head up the stairs. At the top, War Machine and TBM find O'Rion standing near the edge of the balcony.

O'Rion: Anyone up for a campfire song?

O'Rion pulls the string in his hand, prompting the trigger to the super soaker to depress, and spits flames at the two men. TBM ducks out of the way as War Machine takes the searing heat head on. The flames dance on his body for just a few moments and finally go out, but O'Rion is already there to capitalize. A vicious kick to the face sends a burnt War Machine sprawled out onto the floor unmoving.

TBM glances up at O'Rion, then over at War Machine, and back at O'Rion. With a nervous smile, he sprints towards the door and down the balcony stairs.

Static.


We cut back to the ring, where Buster Cherry stands in preparation to announce the next match.





Buster Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a 30 minute Hardcore ULTIMATE SUBMISSION match and it is for the FMW Abandoned Championship! In this match there are no pinfalls, no disqualifications and no count-outs. A timer will start at 30 minutes. Superstars must force their opponent to submit as many times as possible and once the timer reach zero, the superstar with the highest submission count will be the winner and will win the Full Metal Abandoned Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at 240 pounds and from Hell’s Kitchen, New York, he is the current FMW Abandoned Champion, ROOOOOOOOOOMEO!

“Coming Home” by Alter Bridge breaks over the speakers and the crowd let their jeers loose on Romeo as he enters through the curtains, Abandoned Championship over his shoulder. He looks somewhat different, although it is hard to place where. He walks to the ring with a cigar in his mouth and puts it out on the apron before sliding in and holding his belt high, much to the disdain of the crowd.

Stone: Well, we’re here to watch a rematch of the last Abandoned Championship match we had – Romeo vs. Skyler Striker. But will the stipulation give us a different result?

Morpheus: Given that Romeo picked the stipulation, I doubt it.

Stone: Well in that last match we witnessed the beginning of the downfall of Romeo – ever since he took the belt he’s descended into derangement, obsession, and misery. The title only fuels his ego.

Morpheus: Deep and meaningful, but wrong. Romeo’s fine, and when he wins here tonight, he’s going to prove his reign is no fluke.

Cherry: And the challenger, hailing from Perth, Australia and weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the former Abandoned Champion, SKYYYYYYLER STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKER!!!

“Never Take Us Alive” by Madina Lake bursts to life over the PA, nearly drowned out by the cheers from the crowd. Striker enters the stage to a flurry of pyro, and he rockets to the ring with a chair in hand, which sends Romeo bolting under the bottom rope. Striker holds the chair into the air as he stands on the turnbuckle, and the crowd cheer him on as he smiles widely.

Stone: Skyler Striker, former Abandoned Champion and one of the most loved stars of Alchemy.

Morpheus: That’s debateable.

Stone: He’s a former champion, has main evented his share of shows, and is now a father of three, as well as happily married.

Morpheus: And Romeo will take all that happiness away in just a half hour!

The referee shows both men the title belt and the bell rings, with Striker still holding Romeo out of the ring with the threat of a hard steel chair across the head.

30:00
29:59
29:58

Stone: That clock is counting down half an hour, at the end of which we will know who deserves to be called the Abandoned Champion!

Morpheus: Romeo doesn’t dare to go in, and fair enough to him... he grabs a chair of his own and throws it at Striker’s head!

Stone: Striker has to duck that one, Romeo grabs a few more and throws them in, and then dives into the ring with a chair in hand, Striker sees him but Romeo’s in and on his feet!

Morpheus: Chair wars! It’s like a lame version of a lightsaber duel!

Stone: Neither man has the advantage, but Romeo blocks a blow by Striker and kicks Striker in the crotch! Low blow!

Morpheus: No DQs! Romeo was perfectly fine in doing that and Striker collapses, and OUCH time for Striker as Romeo nails him over the head with that chair!

Stone: Romeo throws the chair aside and lifts Striker, whips him into the corner and there’s a nasty clothesline, Striker stumbles away and Romeo hits the ropes, comes back with a running swing neckbreaker! Striker goes down and Romeo laughs in his face!

Morpheus: See? Striker’s got nothing. Romeo is in it to win it!

Stone: Well, only submissions count, and so far, there aren’t any! Romeo heads outside the ring, what’s he planning on grabbing?

Morpheus: He’s got the belt! The Abandoned Championship belt! Romeo slides in and he’s just waiting to pounce!

Stone: Don’t turn around, Striker!

Morpheus: He does! Striker gets to his knees and turns, and Romeo runs in with a full swing of that hard metal belt! Striker goes to the mat and he’s already suffered a couple of hard knocks to the head! Romeo is weakening him!

Stone: It’s psychologically sound, that’s for sure. Romeo does know what he’s doing.

Morpheus: And that’s why he’s the Champion! Romeo sits next to the downed Striker and wraps his arm around, locking in an Anaconda Vice!

Stone: A move designed to weaken the neck and arm at the same time, the first submission of the match with the clock at 26:25! Striker is refusing to tap, just denying the ref every time he suggests quitting. This early on, submissions are unlikely to actually force a tapping, but they’re still effective weakening tools.

Morpheus: Romeo just really hooking that in good there.

Striker begins trying to fight his way out of the hold, and gets to one knee, the crowd cheering him on. He eventually manages to elbow Romeo enough to maneuver to his feet, and from there pushes Romeo away.

Stone: Striker breaks Romeo’s Anaconda Vice, but he’s rubbing his neck, it’s done some damage! Romeo hits the ropes and heads towards a recovering Striker – Striker ducks and pulls the ropes down! Romeo goes tumbling to the outside of the ring!

Morpheus: Striker using some tricky moves there...

Stone: Oh, don’t blame this on him being deceiving or some crap. Striker ascends the turnbuckle-

Morpheus: Oh, because THAT’S how to win a submission match.

Stone: -and he flies into the air, beautiful corkscrew senton from the Japan-trained Striker!

Morpheus: Both men now on the floor outside the ring. Great.

Stone: Striker searches under the ring, looking for a weapon methinks. He’s got a trashcan! Striker drags a trashcan out from under the ring along with its lid! Romeo’s trying to get to his feet, but Striker’s waiting for him – and BANG! Trashcan lid to the face! Romeo stumbles backwards up the ramp toward the entranceway!

Morpheus: Striker follows him and DAMNIT! There’s a second lid shot and that metal isn’t great quality, it’s bending with each shot!

Stone: BANG! A third, fourth! Striker is hammering Romeo back up the entranceway, lid after lid! It’s bent as all hell but Striker is relentless!

Morpheus: One final shot and Romeo goes down to the stage, they’re right up by the curtains and Romeo has fallen hard on that grating. Striker throws the lid away and heads back down to the ring... what’s he doing?

Stone: He’s – he’s got the trashcan itself! He’s not done yet! And he grabs a chair on the way up as well! Striker is taking full advantage of this hardcore stipulation, and Romeo may have underestimated his opponent in deciding this match type!

Morpheus: Striker reaches Romeo and he lifts him up, putting the trashcan on his head and arms! Romeo’s stuck inside it!

Stone: Striker grabs the chair!

With a big swing and a roar of approval from the audience, Striker smashes Romeo’s trashcan hard, and does it four or five more times with the crowd numbering each shot.

Morpheus: I can’t watch! Romeo must be getting killed inside there! But he hasn’t submitted yet!

Stone: Striker takes one final chair shot and throws it aside as the clock reaches 21:13.

Morpheus: Romeo is still on his feet, but only barely, and he’s fairly close to the side of the stage!

Stone: Striker sees it! Romeo’s got no idea where he is... SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK! ROMEO FLIES OFF THE EDGE OF THE STAGE AND CRASHES THROUGH THE EQUIPMENT BELOW!

Morpheus: Holy SHIT that looked expensive! Romeo gets kicked through the trashcan and then collapses can-first into a pile of our most expensive-

Stone: HOLY SHIT! STRIKER DIVES OFF AND HITS A 630 DEGREE SENTON BOMB! INCREDIBLE! THEY MUST BOTH BE DEAD MEN!

Morpheus: DID HE JUST JUMP OFF THERE VOLUNTARILY? WHAT AN IDIOT!

The crowd start chants of ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ as the rubble makes faint sounds when Striker and Romeo try to move.

Cherry: There are TWENTY MINUTES remaining in this match!

Stone: Twenty minutes and both superstars are still drawn at nil all, with either one or both of them likely to be unconscious among all of that staging equipment!

Morpheus: Striker could have killed Romeo!

Stone: That just shows how bad he wants that belt! Can I see- YES! Striker emerges from the ruins! He’s bleeding from a large cut on his left forehead but otherwise he seems to be alright, but he’s definitely taken something out of himself with that!

Morpheus: And look – he’s dragging Romeo out after him!

Stone: He’s hauling him by the arm... amazing he has the strength to do it! Romeo isn’t unconscious but he’s definitely not at full strength! He’s holding his neck as Striker drags him out, and he’s bleeding from cuts all over, not to mention his head must be ringing with Striker’s chair shots and trashcan lid shots!

Morpheus: Striker lifts him up and crosses Romeo’s arms as he faces him... I sense a dangerous move here!

Stone: He’s on the concrete... he’s going to KILL Romeo if he does what I think he’s going to do!

Morpheus: Striker lifts up Romeo, arms still crossed...

Stone: CROSSFIRE POWERBOMB! ONTO THE GODDAMN CONCRETE!

Romeo screams in agony, and Striker does not seem too thrilled with his own landing on the hard ground either, but he finds the slow strength to transition the crossfire into a Naciente hold, leaving his legs around Romeo’s arm and neck with Romeo standing up awkwardly and Striker pulling back against the concrete.

Morpheus: He could have killed Romeo, damnit! What the hell’s wrong with him?!

Stone: He’s got a submission hold! Romeo must have been hit bad on landing, he’s in absolute agony! There’s blood pooling around his head and Striker is locking in that Naciente hold! ROMEO TAPS! ROMEO TAPS!

Morpheus: NO!

Stone: Striker’s puroresu background coming in handy with the assistance of the concrete floor!

Cherry: The score is now one nothing to Skyler Striker, with fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds remaining on the clock!

15:31
15:30
15:29

Morpheus: Striker releases the hold and Romeo’s leaning back against the stage... he looks absolutely spent!

Stone: Well, Striker’s up to date on his submissions... nonetheless, he doesn’t look in too much better condition after a dive like that! He’s trying to crawl to his feet as well!

Morpheus: Romeo’s got a look in his eyes... this can only end in a spectacular shower of blood.

Stone: Let’s hope not. Striker’s to his feet but Romeo is advancing and he absolutely PUMMELS Striker with that right fist... and listen to Striker yell in pain!

Morpheus: Romeo throws a hard punch!

Stone: Hang on... he’s wearing brass knuckles! He punched Striker using metal on his fists, and while it’s not illegal, it’s a sneak tactic nonetheless!

Morpheus: Well you don’t lose falls here for sneak tactics, Stone! Romeo sends Striker reeling onto the ramp again and he follows him, there’s another blow to the head of a sitting Striker!

Stone: Romeo just pounding shot after shot, listen to the crowd’s hatred! They do not like this at all!

Morpheus: But the ref can’t do jack about it! Striker’s bleeding, and bleeding heavily! Romeo’s own blood is dripping into Striker’s hair – not that you’d ever know because he’s gone and dyed it burgundy, the show-off.

Stone: Please. Your hair was black last week and you dyed it blonde.

Morpheus: I do what I want. Romeo throws the knuckles away with Striker looking pretty much out cold there under his control. Clock is still ticking down, it’s about twelve and a half minutes to go.

Stone: Romeo needs to make Striker submit and it needs to happen soon, but Striker looks like he’d submit to a five year old girl at this point in time. He’s an absolute mess.

Morpheus: Romeo drags him back towards the ring VERY slowly and finally throws him in, following slowly after. He lifts Striker, who’s practically dead weight, and there’s the reverse DDT lift... JUMPING INVERTED PILEDRIVER! Romeo NAILS the [bWINTER HILL[/b] on Striker and the former Champion looks like he’s had it!

Stone: The Abandoned Champion grabs his opponent and he locks in a camel clutch! We may have the scores evened out here!

The referee lifts Striker’s arm once, and it falls limp, only to increase the chants from the audience. Romeo pulls tighter and tighter, the color draining from Striker’s face. A second fall of the arm sees Romeo grin and pull harder again, and the referee lifts Striker’s arm a third time.

Morpheus: Make it one a piece! This fall is Romeo’s!

Stone: I wouldn’t be so sure! Striker’s hand stays up!

Morpheus: NO! DAMNIT!

Romeo looks furious as Striker’s hand fights through the pain and remains hovering in the air. Releasing the chinlock, Romeo puts a double chickenwing lock on Striker and forces him face down to the mat, reapplying the camel clutch, with Striker’s screaming out, his blood staining the mat.

Stone: Striker might pass out soon! Romeo just will not relent at all! He’s furious as anything and STRIKER TAPS! HE TAPS!! That’s one each!

Cherry: The score is now one apiece, with nine minutes and twenty seconds remaining on the clock!

Morpheus: That’s what I want to see! Romeo smashes Striker’s face into the mat and taunts him, standing over him like the true Abandoned Champion he is!

Stone: Wasting time is more like it. But that’s all he has to do to win – Romeo will retain the title even if the match is a draw.

Morpheus: Pressure’s on the challenger here, definitely. Romeo has Striker at his mercy now and he’s going to try and end this for good.

Stone: Romeo drags the former champion to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle, hoisting him into a sitting position and grabbing him around the neck...

Morpheus: He’s going for an elevated White Death! He shoots! He SCORES!

Stone: NO! Look, Striker lands on his feet and Romeo wasn’t expecting that at all! Neither was I! Striker is bleeding and has a possible concussion, but he counters Romeo!

Morpheus: Rome throws a punch but Striker sidesteps it and throws one of his own! Romes blocks it but Striker pulls him close and puts a knee into Romeo’s gut!

Stone: Romeo curls forwards and Striker attempts a clothesline, Champion ducks...

Morpheus: Striker hits the ropes, comes back and... stops?

Stone: Striker hooks his hand around Romeo and hoists Romeo’s legs up onto the top rope with a great display of adrenaline-induced strength!

Morpheus: Come on, Romeo, move it! Flick yourself off!

Stone: Romeo tries to move but he can’t, he’s tired too and Striker leaps to the second rope! OMEGA REVELATION! Springboard backflip uranage slam lands perfectly! We haven’t seen that one pulled out in a while!

Morpheus: Both Striker and Romeo are out on the mat, though! Striker doesn’t have the strength to make Romeo submit! The clock is ticking down!

Stone: Very true! We’re at five minutes exactly and it’s still one each!

Morpheus: Both men just prone in the ring, they’re both exhausted, bloodied and worn down. Any submission will do it now!

Stone: Striker tries to get to Romeo, crawling towards him... no! He’s trying to PIN Romeo! He’s totally lost it!

Morpheus: Striker has no idea what’s going on anymore, the ref is explaining to him you can’t win like that and Romeo is using this time to slide out of the ring and recover... and grab a weapon!

Stone: Oh geez... Romeo, who’s also barely there, has grabbed himself a sledgehammer from outside the ring and he crawls in slower than most turtles I’ve seen. Striker’s on his feet by now, finally regaining comprehension, and Romeo gets to his feet as well!

Morpheus: Striker advances towards Romeo, not worrying about the hammer clearly, but Romeo cleverly uses the ref as a shield! Striker tries to move but Romeo shoves the ref into him!

Stone: Striker catches the ref, there’s no bumping here!

Morpheus: I don’t think that’s what he wanted! Romeo swings that sledgehammer round full force into the back of Striker’s leg and the former Champion is on the mat as we hit three minutes to go!

Stone: Striker’s down, but Romeo still holding that hammer... he’s holding it kind of like a golf club... no, even he wouldn’t try something like that! NO!

Morpheus: YES!

Romeo uses his sledgehammer as a golf club, lining it up against Striker’s leg and bringing it above his own head before swinging it back down against Striker’s ankle with a resounding thud. Striker’s yelps of pain drown out most other sounds, and he rolls around in agony for a few seconds as Romeo tosses away the hammer.

Stone: ROMEO MAY JUST HAVE BROKEN STRIKER’S ANKLE WITH THAT! THAT’S JUST SICK AND TWISTED!

Morpheus: Calm down! It’s a hardcore match, Striker knew what he was getting into!

Stone: It’s disgusting... and now Romeo locks in an ankle lock! Striker is barely conscious – he’s bleeding, stunned, and now likely has a broken or even shattered ankle! And Romeo is torturing him as we have two minutes to go!

Morpheus: Striker won’t hold out that long!

Striker yells as the pain caused by the hammer shot is multiplied by Romeo’s twisting and turning. Right in the center of the ring, Striker reaches around frantically but there is nowhere for him to go, however he adamantly refuses to tap again, which in turn only causes Romeo to apply more pressure.

Stone: Just give up, Skyler! Is it worth that much to you? Live and fight another day! Get some damn medical attention!

Morpheus: The look on his face... he’s in unbelievable pain. He should just do what you say and give up already! Admit that Romeo is the Abandoned Champion and deserves to be!

Stone: That’s not a look of pain... that’s passion! That’s desire! Striker is fighting with everything in him!

Morpheus: He has just over a minute, Stone,! He’s going to pass out any damn second!

Stone: That may be, but he doesn’t go down without a damn- WAIT! STRIKER ROLLS THROUGH! HE ROLLS THROUGH AND UNDERNEATH ROMEO! HE’S LOCKED IN AN ELEVATED BOSTON CRAB AND LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM, DAMNIT!

Morpheus: FUCK this guy does not give up! COME ON ROMEO!

Stone: Striker is pulling at Romeo’s lower back muscles with everything he has... he’s focused on it all match, the giant fall, the Omega Revelation, and now this... it’s the Lockdown!

Morpheus: The what now?

Stone: If you did your research you’d know that Striker was famous in his former federation for having a hold that no-one ever broke or escaped, and he’s applying it right now! Lockdown on Romeo, we have twenty eight seconds left on the clock!

Morpheus: Fight, Romeo! If he can do it you can do it better! Twenty seconds!

Romeo tries to get back at Striker’s legs, but Striker does everything in his power to stay low to the ground, noticeably favouring one leg to put his weight on.

Stone: Fifteen seconds! Romeo’s hand is in the air!

Morpheus: He won’t tap! He’s the damn Aband-

Stone: ROMEO TAPS! ROMEO TAPS! ROMEO TAPS! SKYLER STRIKER GETS THE SUBMISSION AND HE’S GOING TO WIN THIS MATCH WITH TEN SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK-

Morpheus: NO! Striker releases the damn hold, come on Romeo, get that ankle lock back-

Stone: It’s too late! Three! Two! One!

The bell rings to notify the end of the match and the crowd are on their feet within milliseconds, chants of ‘Striker! Striker! Striker!’ running wild across the packed out arena.

Cherry: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BY A SCORE OF TWO TO ONE, YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEWWWW FULL METAL ABANDONED CHAMPION, SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYLERRRRRRRR STRIIIKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Skyler Striker (8.46 aps + 1.2 avs = 9.66 total)
Romeo (7.78 aps + 1.2 avs = 8.98 total)

“Never Take Us Alive” thunders through the speakers as Sheila makes the announcement. Striker struggles to his feet and opts to sit on the turnbuckle for fear of further injuring his ankle. Sheila hands the belt to Striker, who holds it close to him as the crowd cheer.

Stone: New champion! Skyler Striker becomes a 2 time Abandoned Champion!

Morpheus: Look at Romeo... he’s lost everything.

Stone: He’s totally spaced, too... he’s bleeding, bruised and utterly defeated here. That title kept him going. And he knew Austin wanted it too, which means Austin’s shot is lost as well.

Morpheus: It’s only going to make him more desperate, too... he has nothing to lord over Austin. He’ll have to work hard to win, he can’t brag until he stands tall.

Stone: The man with nothing to lose is far more dangerous than one who does, they say.

Morpheus: EMTs coming down to help Romeo out of here... it’s a sad day for him indeed.

Stone: But an excellent one for Striker! This is his first real win since he won the title back at Lethal Injection!

Morpheus: Long time ago that was. An impressive notch on his belt, I’ll give him that.

Stone: And he’s got huge momentum now heading into his Ultimatum match with John Derrick, but that ankle might give him trouble. We’ll see how it goes but for now, all you need to know is that we have a new Abandoned Champion, and his name is Skyler Striker!

EMTs stretcher Romeo out and assist Striker in exiting the ring, although he refuses the stretcher and hops up the ramp with his arms around the doctors’ shoulders, Abandoned Championship around his waist and smile on his face.


Moments after the Abandoned Title match has passed, “Turns to Ashes” by 36 Crazyfists hits the PA as our next presenter makes his way to the podium on the entrance superstage. The crowd gives a nostalgic pop as Styxx enters, envelope in hand. Dressed somewhat casual and complete with the half mask, Styyx rests his hands on the podium as some of the more “Bad Mamma Jamma” followers start up a “Styxx! Styxx! Styxx!” chant. Styxx grins a bit as his music fades away.

Stone: What a surprise we have here as former FMW mainstay Styxx has returned for one night, to present an year-end award to one of our deserving superstars.

Morpheus: Bah. That’s all I got to say.

Stone: Screw you, man. Let’s go to the podium.

Styxx: Well, I didn’t really see myself coming back here, but I guess it is true that you can never say never.

The crowd cheers a bit, as they await for him to present the award.

Styxx: Well, without further ado, let’s get to it. Every now and then, there’s one individual that comes along, and he takes the fed and the competition by storm in his first year. The excellence displayed by said individual sets the foundation for which it is very likely that a Hall of Fame career will be built upon. Tonight, one of four men will be honored as FMW’s Rookie of the Year.

The crowd cheers at the announcement of the award.

Styxx: You know, I was a rookie once, but back in 1993 they didn’t give out Rookie of the Year awards.

The crowd chuckles lightly at the Australian’s humor.

Styxx: In any event, here are the nominees….First up, “The Harbinger of HavOc”…Hannibal Frost!!!!

Stone: Hannibal has experienced quite a year, going from unsure rookie to C-4 champion and the most criminally underrated man in HavOc and of all FMW.

Styxx: Next…TyranT!!!!

Morpheus: Won the Mount Vesuvius match, first ever Abandoned Champion and was dominant as such. Hard to go against this man in this category.

Styxx: The Radical, Chris Austin!!!

Stone: Austin’s rise has been called by some, meteoric. Won the Hayabusa Cup only seven months into his rookie campaign, and if not for Romeo’s meddling, he could also be Ultraviolent Champion and one half of Ultimaum’s main event.

Styxx: and last but not least…Skyler Striker!!!!

Morpheus: As much as I dislike him, he’s a former Abandoned Champion, and a second place finish in Mount Vesuvius two is damn good. Either man, despite my feeling towards them would be a great choice.

Styxx: And now, the award for FMW ROOKIE OF THE YEAR goes to……THE TYRANT!!!!

“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth accompanies TyranT a second time, and the big man simply twirls his nightstick on his way to the podium. Styxx steps aside as TyranT takes the award from Sheila Blige’s hands. Elimination Chamber title defense, and ending with TyranT standing atop Mount Vesuvius as its winner.

TyranT: All Ah’m gon’ say is this. It’s always good ta reaffirm the fact that Ah’m still good enough ta beat Striker! If there’s one thing Ah’m good at, it’s that right there.

The crowd boos the disparaging comments made towards Skyler.

TyranT: Aw Shaddup! See, The TyranT got all of ya pegged! Ya slimy bastards don’t wanna see a deserving man such as mah’self actually make something of what Ah got. Ah been here a year, Ah’ve been Abandoned Champion, the greatest of all-time at that, and Ah capped it off by winning the most difficult match in all of the goddamn FM-Dubya! But ya know what, Ah’ve proven all Ah need to prove to mah’self!

The crowd boos, primarily because they are a little confused.

TyranT: Ah’ve come to the conclusion that it ain’t in me to please ya sweathogs, and it never was. With mah health slowly declinin’ Ah knew that the TyranT’s time was winding down, but Ah loved the fight, the thrill of it, the little camaraderie that Ah had. Ah had to keep going for mah family’s sake and Ah had ta see the torch through. And you know what, FM-Dubya did all it could to screw me out mah shot. So, SCREW YA FM-DUBYA! THE TYRANT IS DONE! Get it Straight, PunKs!

And with that, TyranT takes his leave for apparently the last time as “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth plays. A surprised Styxx looks on as the crowd doesn’t know what to make of the situation.

Stone: Did our Rookie of the Year just retire?

Morpheus: I think the fat man did, Lois! The irony is scrumptious!

Stone: What a blow to FMW and the Alchemy brand. TyranT, on behalf of all of FMW, we will miss you around these parts. You were a hell of a competitor.

Morpheus: Speak for yourself, Stone. HavOc was screwed.

A siren sounds throughout the arena, and ”The Warrior’s Code” by Dropkick Murphys starts playing. The Fighting Irish, Pure Extremist and The Celt, come out to a rousing ovation and make their way down to the ring.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome The Fighting Irish, The Celt and Pure Extremist!

They slide into the ring and PX takes the mic from Buster as someone at ringside hands The Celt another one.

PX: Our entire careers, we’ve been the underdogs. We’ve won some, and we’ve lost even more. But through it all, we’ve never backed down from a fight!

The Celt: Now, we’re usually not the ones making challenges around here, but we’ve learned a lot from this business. As FMW has grown, so have we. We were here for the beginning of NEW, and we’ve gone through the FMW lifecycle. Now it’s time for us to give back.

PX: Last year at Ultimatum, there was a Four Corners ultraviolent tag team elimination match. It featured four of FMW’s up and coming tag teams. I had the fortune of being part of that match, as were Cactus Sam and Chase. Now, there’s been some talk of passing the torch to tag teams around here, and we’d like to be part of that.

The Celt: We want to have that match again at Ultimatum this year, so we’re issuing an open challenge to any three teams in the back to take us on!

“War Machine” by AC/DC plays as Damien Inferno and Gabriel Crow come out onto the stage with Joe Michaels behind them. They start walking down the ramp and get into the ring as well, asking for the mic.

Damien Inferno: Well, if passing the torch is what you have in mind, then look no further. We are more than willing to take it up.

PX: And what makes you so sure you can carry it?

Before they can answer, “The Lasting Dose” by Crowbar starts playing and Trey Spruance and Seth Omega come out. They get into the ring with their own mic in hand.

Seth Omega: You guys couldn’t carry an empty paper bag, let alone the torch of being a great FMW tag team. The Cowboys From Hell, though? We’re the perfect blend of youth and experience.

Trey Spruance: We accept your pathetic challenge, and we’re gonna show FMW what a REAL tag team looks like!

“This is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson starts playing, and B.U.G.G.E.R.S. come out to a huge pop. They make their way to the ring.

Butters: Man, you guys must be buggin’ more than us if you think you’re a real team!

They slide into the ring, and it is now crowded with all three teams.

Butters: But this match is gonna be buggin’, ‘cause you can count us in!

The Celt: It looks like we’ve found our 3 other teams, so let’s make this thing official.

All of a sudden, a, no, THE Voice sounds over the PA, causing Celt’s face to turn up into a scowl.

The Voice: Not so fast! I see that you, The Fighting Irish, are still hanging onto that slightest glimmer of hope that you will someday matter. But you don't matter. You never did. You made an open challenge to tag teams, when really, it's me you want, isn't it? Because I haunt you. I remind you that you are fleeting, forgettable, and NOTHING! I too accept the challenge at Ultimatum 2. I have no need for a tag team partner. At Ultimatum 2, I will be the judge, the jury, and the executioner. And I promise you both, that once I've had my way with you, you will both be sentenced to your demises.

Stone: Just who in the heck is this guy? And why does he insist on torturing The Fighting Irish like this?

Morpheus: I don’t know. Maybe it’s someone from their past that they picked on, or someone that that they’ve beaten.

PX and Celt start yelling for The Voice to show himself, but Trey attacks him, and a huge brawl breaks out.

Stone: It is absolute pandemonium in the ring! Trey and Butters are trading blows, rekindling their rivalry from earlier tonight. B.U.G and Omega are going at it, rights and lefts… Crow, Michaels and Inferno just dumped Notorious B.U.G. out of the ring and onto his head! The Fighting Irish are starting to take control now though and they’ve just rid the ring of Omega, Butters and Spruance!

Morpheus: NEWbie sighting!

Before PX and Celt can regroup, Crow, Michaels and Inferno roughly dispatch of Celt and PX, compliments of a dropkick to PX from Michaels, and a double team Gorilla Press slam out of the ring to the Celt from Inferno and Crow.

Morpheus: And after it’s all said and done, the NEWbies are standing tall! There are bodies everywhere, and they’re slow to get up!

Stone: This could be a sign of things to come, these particular NEWbies aren’t to be taken lightly!

“War Machine” by AC/DC plays as the three rookies poke fun at the five men they’ve overcome, celebrating in the ring as we fade out to see Syanide and RAMPAGE being loaded into separate ambulances backstage.


The No Holds Barred theme, “3 AM (Travis Barker Remix) by Eminem plays as Alec Baldwin makes his way to the podium on stage to a very good pop. Alec politely acknowledges some of his fans before continuing.

Alec Baldwin: A man such as myself needs no introduction, but because I’m Alec Baldwin, an introduction is always in order. You all know me as the better Baldwin, or BB for short. It’s a nice nickname. I like it, straight to the point. But for everyone else who doesn’t know me, I am Alec Baldwin. A man that some say, myself included, is the greatest actor of all time.

The crowd cheers at the numerous mentions of Alec Baldwin’s name.

Alec Baldwin: Tonight however isn’t about me. I know, you’re shocked. It takes all my humanity as a God among men to say this, but behind every great actor, such as myself, there is a great script that we can take and embellish and make our own. These men are the unsung heroes of the business; the men that watch their better halves get all the women and glory while they burn the midnight oil to make us the great people we are.

As Alec Baldwin winks to the crowd a number of women swoon while the men chant his name.

Alec Baldwin: Tonight, I present the award for Promo Writer of the Year, a time when us fantastic people give ‘props’ to those that made us this way. All of our nominees tonight are talented writers, the best that FMW has to offer, but there can only be one of them voted the best. So without further ado your nominees for Promo Writer of the Year are:

TyranT!

The seated crowd rises to its feet cheering.

Alec Baldwin: Christian G. Smitten!

Suddenly overpowering the raucous crowd upfront is a slow and steady golf clap from the distance.

Alec Baldwin: Drew Michaels!

The golf clap is once again swallowed by the enormous cheers of the crowd.

Alec Baldwin: And Harlequin!

The crowd remains on their feet cheering and clapping for their nominees until Alec Baldwin gestures for them to be seated.

Alec Baldwin: Now as I said there can only be one winner, and your winner this year is...HARLEQUIN!

The crowd begins clapping as “Voodoo” by Godsmack hits. They await Harlequin’s entrance to the stage.

Alec Baldwin: Harlequin can’t be here to accept this award tonight, being pre-occupied with The House of HavOc so in his stead please welcome Jay Clarke to accept this award.

An unsure clap fills the room as Clarke makes his way to the stage.

Jay Clarke: I’ve never been one for speeches so I’ll keep it short. This is for everyone who made this possible.

[laugh][/laugh]

Stone and Morpheus stare on confused as the crowd voices its confusion. The No Holds Barred theme, “3 AM (Travis Barker Remix) by Eminem” hits the PA as Clarke takes his leave.

Stone: How fitting that laugh is, as I understand we now have the conclusion of the House of HavOc match.

Morpheus: I’ve been intrigued from the start, let’s see how this ends!

METAL-tron cuts once again to the House of HavOc. The current focus is Jaro and Drew Michaels, who are stopped in their tracks by an unmistakable voice.

???: I thought I heard a couple of rats scurrying about my house...

Jaro and Michaels spin around, searching in every direction for the voice echoing about the halls.

Jaro: Harlequin!?

Michaels kicks open the door next to him and finds the stage sitting beyond. Jaro follows him through the door and onto the stage, where a spot light hits them both.

Harlequin: It's been quite a fun night, but nothing this good can last forever.

Jaro: I was thinking the same thing. Let's give the kids at home a little preview of Ultimatum.

Jaro nods to Michaels, but no plan comes to fruition as Harlequin swings in from stage right and decks Michaels with a kick to the chest. Jaro rushes to rectify the situation, but Harlequin hits him with a hard right hand. Jaro stumbles back, losing his grip on the banhammer, and Harlequin capitalizes with an elbow to the ribs. He then mounts the fallen Jaro and flicks a hunting knife from his wrist holster.

Harlequin: You took something from me. I've decided to... return the favor.

Jaro struggles against Harlequin's weight, but his arms are pinned to the floor.

Jaro: Do it, you sniveling shit. Kill me over a gold plated men's clothing accessory.

Harlequin laughs in frustration and cracks the knife's handle against Jaro's forehead.

Harlequin: It's not even about that! For a moment, you stole my authority. My righteous hold over the laws I've painstakingly put into place. You see, sir, I have rules.

Jaro spits in Harlequin's face.

Jaro: I know all about your pathetic rules.

Harlequin pops Jaro's head against the floor and presses the knife against his cheek.

Harlequin: Then you know you broke the most important one. You do not FUCK with the Harlequin!

Harlequin raises the knife up, spins it against his palm, and drops to the floor like a lead weight.

Jaro glances up and finds Drew Michaels standing over him with the banhammer in tow.

Jaro: What took you so long?

Michaels: You forget I don't actually like you.

Michaels reaches down and pulls Jaro to his feet.

Jaro: Speaking of ill feelings, this partnership is about to expire.

Michaels: To quote a tyrannical dick, "Let's get the hell out of here".

Camera cuts away from Jaro and Drew to Hannibal Frost and O'Rion. As footsteps echo down an adjacent hallway, the last two members of Havoc set up shop on a balcony above just above the basement. They nod to each other as the footsteps come to a stop and spring around the corner.

Empty.

O'Rion and Frost trade confused glances as the ceiling over them collapses. Frost charges out of the way, but O'Rion's legs are buried under the debris. Frost glances back and out of the destruction come Jaro and Michaels.

Michaels: We heard somebody had a pest problem.

Jaro: Here's one of those nasty things right now.

Jaro laughs at the struggling O'Rion under him and throws a vicious kick into his jaw. Before Frost can intervene, Jaro and Michales snatch O'Rion from the wreckage and toss O'Rion over the balcony, sending him crashing through the basement floor to God knows where, but judging by the sound heard, O'Rion might've hit a piano on the way down.

Hannibal Frost: You really believe you're making it out of here, don't you?

Jaro: Well, I don't really see a mid-card HavOc lackey stopping us.

Hannibal Frost: Touche.

Jaro nods to Michaels and motions for the banhammer, but Michaels slowly shakes his head. Jaro motions for it one more time, but still to no avail.

Jaro: Are you serious?

Michaels: It's called insurance.

Jaro: You can trust me!

Michaels: How many times did you practice saying that in the mirror?

Frost crosses his arms over his chest and taps his foot impatiently.

Hannibal Frost: Could we-

Jaro: Hold that thought.

With that, Jaro slams a vicious elbow into Michaels' face and tackles him into the wall. They both grab hold of the banhammer and struggle for possession. Finally, Jaro gets the upper hand and whips it into Michaels' face. Michaels falls to the ground clutching his jaw. Jaro turns towards Frost and motions for him to wait.

Jaro: This'll only take a minute.

Hannibal Frost: By all means, take your time.

Frost smiles with a nod and stands by waiting, slowly sneaking away from the fight, unnoticed by either man.

Jaro turns back towards Michaels and lifts up the banhammer, but a kick to the groin stops any plans for the moment. The banhammer drops to the floor as Michaels gets to his feet, but Jaro recovers too quickly. A stiff right hand, a stiff left hand, and brutal headbutt send Michaels reeling back. With one final kick, Jaro sends Michaels into a door. The door snaps open and Michaels finds himself at the edge of a staircase.

Michaels: This isn't over!

Jaro: Keep dreaming, sweetheart.

Jaro rushes forward, jumps, and drops both his feet against Michaels' chest. Drew, snapping back harshly, soars over a few feet of steps before smashing down into the wooden staircase. A few seconds pass and finally it collapses on top of him. Through the darkness, the only thing that can be seen is dust and wooden wreckage.

Jaro: Now, where were we?

Jaro turns back to Frost, but he's disappeared. He quickly searches for the banhammer, but it's gone as well.

Jaro: Little rookie asshole...

Jaro turns around finds Frost swinging the banhammer. It connects with tensed abs and sends Jaro crashing through the water rotted wall behind him. Jaro stumbles up, dodges another swing from Frost, and tackles him. Building up speed, Jaro rams Frost into a wall himself. It collapses, letting both men fall to the hallway outside, and covers the area in debris. Banhammer missing, both men get to their feet with fists clenched.

Jaro: From the main event, you look shorter.

Hannibal Frost: And you're a stubborn old man.

Jaro: That hurts.

Hannibal Frost: Bloody hell it does.

Frost rushes forward, tackles Jaro, and rams open the door behind them. They sprawl out onto the ground, swinging wildly, until finally Jaro gets the upper hand. A stiff kick to the face dazes Frost as Jaro glances towards the other door in the room. At the floor, the tiny crack under the door brings forth moonlight from the other side. Jaro turns back and finds Frost pulling a switch from a wall of torture devices. He quickly stands and lunges for the door, but the switch sets off a bear trap that snaps around Jaro's ankle just before his fingers reach the door knob. Jaro collapses, seething in obvious pain, as Frost drags him to the wall by way of the bear trap. A punch to the face dazes Jaro just long enough for Frost to shackle his right arm to the wall.

Jaro: What in the hell do you think you're doing?

Frost steps over to the door next to Jaro and turns the door knob.

Hannibal Frost: Winning.

Frost quickly removes his cane, hidden somewhere on his body, and smashes Jaro in the face with it. Frost surveys his work and the wait draws the appearance of Chuckles, wearing a ref shirt as he raises the hand of Frost.

Chuckles: HANNIBAL FROST has been declared the winner of the House of HavOc match!

Frost then calmly opens the door, steps through the threshold, and closes it behind him as Jaro's screaming protests echo far into the night and we fade back to Madison Square Garden to the stunned faces of Stone and Morpheus.[/color]

Hannibal Frost (8.73 aps + 0.5 avs = 9.23 total)
Jaro (8.7 aps + 0.4 avs = 9.1 total)
Drew Michaels (8.65 aps + 0.4 avs = 9.05 total)
Tromboner Man (8.5 aps + 0.5 avs = 9.0 total)
O'Rion (8.25 aps + 0.4 avs = 8.65 total)
Harlequin (8.33 aps + 0.1 avs = 8.43 total)
War Machine (7.7 aps - 0.3 penalty + 0.1 avs = 7.5 total)
Jack Eastwood (6.85 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.0 avs = 6.65 total)

Stone: What in the fuck is going on at that house?

Morpheus: I don’t know, but what about what they didn’t show!

Stone: After what we’ve seen, it may be best left unseen. Still, what a statement made by Hannibal Frost! Defeating Jaro and Drew Michaels at the same time is unbelievable!!!

Morpheus: That’s how HavOc rolls, baby! This has to be a good sign for Harlequin come Ultimatum 2, I know, Frost won the match, but Jaro and Drew can be beaten in the same match, and all Frost had to do was let those egos explode and pick apart what’s left.

Stone: You may be right…let’s go to the podium for our final Award presentation.


The crowd is brought into an uproar as “O Fortuna” by Carl Orff hits the speakers. The music of the late Ethan Black brings out his advisor, Damien St. Claire. Through the purple pulsating light, he powers to the poduim, with an envelope in his hand. St. Claire waits somberly as the music fades out and the lights dim to focus a spotlight on him. Next to him in the ring, on a podium, is the award for FMW Superstar of the year.

St. Claire: Unfortunately, with the grim discovery in Bangkok last week, Ethan Black is no longer with us.

The crowd screams in delight, with an overpowering roar. Damien St. Claire quickly becomes infuriated and intolerant of their cheers.

St. Claire: SHOW SOME RESPECT YOU PIGS!!! THE MAN IS DEAD!!!

The only delights the crowd even more. They quickly break out into chant.

Crowd: NO ONE MISSES HIM! *clap clap, clapclapclap* NO ONE MISSES HIM! *clap clap, clapclapclap*

St. Claire: SHUT UP YOU DISRESPECTFUL LEMMINGS!

Crowd: FUCK YOU BLARF!! FUCK YOU BLARF!! FUCK YOU BLARF!!

Damien St. Claire stands there in the ring, frustratingly gritting his teeth. Eventually, the crowd's chant dies down, allowing St. Claire to continue with the ceremony.

St. Claire: Because Ethan Black is no longer with us, the responsibility of presenting the award for Full Metal Wrestling superstar of the year has fallen to me. Thus, it is also my responsibility to present the nominees.

The crowd lets off a lukewarm roar, which St. Clair promptly follows.

St. Claire: The first nominee is a former Ultraviolent Champion, and one man who can defend the Tag Team Championships... HARLEQUIN.

Stone: Harlequin, a great nominee here. Could win it here, scheduled to fight Jaro and Drew Michaels for the C-4 and Ultraviolent Championships at Ultimatum.

St. Claire: The second nominee is a former FMW Champion, and was a staple member of the Original Sin domination... ERIC SCORPIO.

Morpheus: Eric was one of the best kept secrets of 2007, and really showed us what FMW is all about in 2008. He may have had his last match, but he could leave with FMW's top award.

St. Claire:The third nominee is a former FMW Champion, and winner of the inaugural Gold Card Gauntlet... CHRISTIAN G. SMITTEN.

Stone: As much as I don't like the man, he has had a very successful year, winning the FMW Championship from using the Gold Card, and providing huge firepower to the Original Sin.

St. Claire: And the fourth and final nominee is a former Abandoned Champion, and the winner of Mount Vesuvius Two... TYRANT

Morpheus: The now retired TyranT had a huge year, headlining the Original Sin's domination of the Anxiety Brand, and winning Mount Vesuvius under the nose of the expected winners. He's very much a chance for the award.

The crowd begins to calm down from its vocal roar and cheers throughout the announcement of the nominees. Damien St. Claire opens the envelope and picks out the card inside, containing the name of the winner.

St. Claire: And the winner, of the Full Metal Wrestling award for Superstar of the Year is... CHRISTIAN G. SMITTEN!!!!

The speakers instantly erupt into “Friend Like Me” as performed by Wayne Bergeron bringing Christian G. Smitten out onto the stage. He stops proudly at the top of the ramp absorbing the hostile reception he is given. Fireworks erupt around him, before he struts to the podium and shakes the hand of Damien St. Claire. After offering a lament for the fallen Ethan Black, Smitten takes the award from St. Claire, who then leaves. Smitten stares into the golden prize as he walks up to the microphone.

Smitten: You all may now bask in the glory that is your FMW Superstar of the Year.

The crowd harshly boos Smitten's arrogance, to no notice of the former FMW Champion.

Smitten: Ever since I found out I was the only worthy nominee on the list, I begun composing my acceptance speech. Unfortunately, due to recent events, it is not the acceptance speech I planned... well, for the minimal part.

I have had a year which has quickly become the benchmark for any man, woman or transvestite who wishes to compete in these red, blue and purple rings. I have been the man every superstar wishes they could perform like. I am the measure of success.

The crowd boos harder than before, but Smitten just closes his eyes and smiles, enjoying every moment of this. As the crowd calms down, Smitten continues.

Smitten: To be successful as me is about to be mandatory to make it in Full Metal Wrestling. As the victor of the Gold Card Gauntlet, I made FMW Champions squirm in their trunks, with the uncertainty on when I would decide to take their title. However, instead of hastily taking my chance, I bode my time, and like the viper I waiter for the perfect opportune moment. With the Original Sin by my side, I drove the fear of my name into all who opposed, and while we were not successful in our objectives, it brought to light the opportunity I was waiting for.

Smitten chuckles to himself as the crowd continues to hurl abuse at him.

Smitten: And like the honorable man I am, I alerted John “Doc” Derrick that I was taking my chance. I had hoped that he would take the opportunity to prepare, and give me some sort of contest, but to my surprise, the man chose to study the properties of bourbon even closer, giving me the most dominant and resounding FMW Championship victory the world had ever seen. The Gold Card had been transformed into my Gold Belt, but even I couldn't foresee John's incompetence in studying opponents twice, as his lack of knowledge against Nick Bryson cost him two matches in a row, with the latter stealing my FMW Championship away from me.

The crowd lets off a mighty roar at Smitten's mention of his FMW Championship loss at Catalyst.

Smitten: And now, is where we deviate from my script, you see. I had planned to be talking about the FMW Championship match at Ultimatum Two. In fact, in stead of going off on the tangent talking about what I was going to lecture you all about, instead, I have a question.

The crowd boos a little, but a frenzied murmur comes over the audience as Smitten collects his thoughts.

Smitten: Don't worry, this is a question for all of you. From the top of management, to the tiny child attending his first wrestling event. It's actually a fairly complex question, and if you can answer it, you're doing better than I.

If I am truly the FMW Superstar of the Year, and if I was truly the obvious winner, and if I beat the current FMW Champion to get the award, and his challenger isn't even on the list, then why...

Smitten pauses as the crowd picks up a little.

Smitten: Why... Why why WHY WHY WHY!!!!! am I NOT in the main event of Ultimatum 2, RECLAIMING MY FMW Championship?

WHY should a man of my caliber, be reduced to the consolation prize, facing TyranT in a Number one FUCKING CONTENDORS MATCH? It's deplorable from this company I've served so diligently, absolutely sickening. But wait, there's more. Just days out from THIS very event, the weak minded man who ironically calls himself TyranT, decides this all becomes too hard, and goes back to his backward, incest fueled, paedophilic, hillbilly lifestyle, guarding at that middle of Anal-rape-ville, Georgia, rather than be a man and face defeat head on.

The crowd boos heavily, not appreciating Smitten's trade against Billy “TyranT” McKenzie, who recently retired from competition.

Smitten: But I, your FMW Superstar of the Year, am still here. And with so many things falling apart in this company I hold so dearly, I'm not going anywhere. It's not an easy prospect though; it's hard to stay with a company that does not want you here. Billy McKenzie's retirement caused me to lose my spot in tonight's main event. Not only that, but FMW management has just told me that I no longer have a place on the Ultimatum card.

That's right, this company's top draw card will not be appearing at Ultimatum. THE FMW Superstar of the Year left off the card. With out me, Ultimatum 2 is just another Pay Per View, except this time, it's more expensive for you. Go out fans, demand your $49.95 back, and refuse to pay it if you haven't bought it yet. It's not worth it. A Pay Per View without Christian G. Smitten is not worth squat. Do you want proof? Who remembers the Ground Zero event?

A chuckle erupts over the crowd at the mention of Ground Zero, the only PPV not to feature Smitten on the card, and the only PPV event to be discontinued in the next season of FMW

Smitten: Me neither

So, what do I do? If I love this company so much, I surely wouldn't allow myself to sit out the event, and watch the buy rates plummet from my guest spot in the board room, as tempting as it sounds. I love this company more than you can fathom, but not because I care if you peons watch, but because I have so much left to be done.

Smitten puts the award down on the podium and plunges deep inside his jacket pocket. He removes a piece of paper, and begins to read.

Smitten: A list of what I have to achieve here in Full Metal Wrestling...

Win FMW Superstar of the year... Check!

Take John Derrick, maim, harm and distort him so badly he is forced into retirement... if you haven't watched Alchemy 8.3 for this beauty, you are missing out. Check!

Impose fear and doubt into the mind of Billy McKenzie, forcing him into retirement, due to my vastly superior wrestling ability and intellect... an obvious check!

Enter the Gold Card Gauntlet for a second time, and follow it up with a victory... that's definitely happening at Ultimatum. In fact, I'd like to see anyone try and stop me. I'm just going to jump the gun here and check that too.

The crowd boos even louder, but Smitten takes no notice, ravishing in the moment.

Smitten: This next one's an interesting one. Defeat one Drew Michaels. My Kryptonite. Well well well... this is interesting. I have one victory over Drew, but in a Tag Team match with Jaro. A singles win over this man seems to somehow have eluded me. This is something I...

Smitten is suddenly cut off by “No More Sorrow” by Lincoln Park. The inexplicable Eric Scorpio walks out from backstage and walks down to the ring, with out his usual fireworks fueled entrance. Scorpio slides into the ring eying off Smitten, who glares at him with fury in his eyes.

Scorpio: I've beaten Drew... twice.

Smitten: Congratulations.

Scorpio: Unnecessary. You know Smitten, I'm just like you. I am a former FMW Champion, who never got his rematch clause. I've been waiting since Supremacy to get that rematch, and I can sympathize entirely with how you feel.

Smitten: Where are you going with this?

Scorpio: Well, if I haven't gotten my rematch, and you haven't either, why am I the one who isn't boring the world with a meaningless ramble you call a “To Do” list?

The crowd cheers in support of Eric Scorpio. Smitten laughs off the criticism though, still ignoring the hate from the crowd.

Smitten: Because, I'm the FMW Superstar of the Year, and as Superstar of the Year, I can do that. In fact, this is the reason why I convinced the board NOT to hire an orchestra to play people off to finish their speeches when they go over time. Because I wanted to be that guy who went overtime and took up the entire show with my superiority. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have 14 more items on this list, the last of which is to become the FMW Champion, for an unprecedented second time, now if you will excuse me...

Scorpio: No, I will not excuse you, instead, I will propose an idea to you.

Smitten: I'm not going to marry you Eric.

Scorpio: Marriage isn't an option Smitten. A prize much greater is. I propose that you continue with your Number One contenders match at Ultimatum 2, but with one slight billing change.

Smitten thinks for a moment, looking straight at Eric Scorpio. The two former FMW Champions look eye too eye in the middle of the ring.

Smitten: I have a feeling I know where this is headed, but humor me, and these simpletons, what is your slight billing change?

Scorpio: Instead of facing TyranT, you face a true competitor, and a true man worthy of that championship... ME!

The crowd suddenly erupts in support of Eric's proposal. Smitten smiles to himself as he thinks for a moment.

Smitten: Eric, as much as I enjoy squashing the potential of 5 others to better my odds of winning the FMW Championship, this is more enticing than I thought. I accept your challenge.

Again the crowd erupts as Smitten shakes the hand of Eric Scorpio, solidifying the deal between the pair. Smitten drags Eric in close and stares right now into him, nose to nose. The pair doesn't move backwards from the other at all, choosing to circle the other in the middle of the ring. After about 30 seconds of this, Eric brings the microphone to his mouth.

Scorpio: I suppose this is where you get a cheap shot in Smitten? I was expecting one sooner, and I'm beginning to wonder why.

Smitten: Why bother? You're a shell of your former self Eric. I know you quite intimately on a personal level, and I know you're nowhere near the man that you were when you held the FMW Championship. Defeating you for my chance at glory is going to be easier than beating TyranT.

Scorpio: If that's your opinion Smitten, then so be it. I'll respect it. I myself... well... lets just say I'm a fan of getting a cheap shot in myself.

Quickly, and before Smitten can do anything, Eric Scorpio unleashes a wicked right hook to the jaw of Christian G. Smitten. Smitten staggers backwards as Eric tries to land more blows.

Stone: WOAH! Things have erupted between these two former FMW Champions in the ring, and it's getting nasty very quickly. Eric has mounted Smitten, and is laying into him with vicious fists.

Morpheus: No wait, Smitten has rolled Eric over, and is laying into him with his own fists. This is a slug fest right here on the mat.

Stone: Eric's being pummeled NO!!! Eric catches a Smitten blow and lands a few of his own. The pair try and stand both men laying into the face of the other.

Morpheus: Smitten is bleeding from the mouth, you can see the blood trickling from his lips, Eric has taken a beating himself. But he's on the attack. SCORPIO’S SCOURGE COMING!!! NO!!!

Stone: SMITTEN'S BLOCKED IT, REVERSED IT, COURT ROOM ASSAULT ON THE STEEL RAMP…NO!!! SCORPIO WRIGGLES OUT!!!

Morpheus: Both men continue to lay punches on the other, here come the FMW Security team!!! They are prying away the men from each other. They are almost uncontainable.

The team of security and FMW officials separate the two men, with one team forcing Christian G. Smitten from Scorpio. Neither man takes his eyes off the other as they walk further and further apart thanks to those holding them back.

Stone: So we will actually see Christian G. Smitten on Ultimatum after all, when he goes one on one with Eric Scorpio to determine the Number One Contender to the FMW Championship. There's obviously a lot of deep seeded tension between the two, but Scorpio's got to get his head about him, and quickly, the 10 man Tag Team Match, IS NEXT!!!

Stone: Well, we’ve honored the best of the best tonight, we’ve had one chaotic night here in the Big Apple as we’ve seen one title change, a rookie separating himself from the pack of NEWbies as well as what we believe to be the end of one of the pieces of scum in FMW’s annals, St. Michael Dreamkiller.

Morpheus: Yeah – that was gnarly.

Stone: But it pales in comparison to what we have coming up, the ‘Granddaddy of ‘em All’ in our federation, ULTIMATUM 2! And what a card we have planned. The band Rise Against was kind enough to provide us our Ultimatum 2 theme song, “Re-Education” (Through Labor).

Re-Education (Through Labor) by Rise Against, the official theme of Ultimatum 2 begins to play as Stone and Morpheus run down the card.

Morpheus: True, we just had a big match announced as Christian G. Smitten will face Eric Scorpio, with the winner being named the Number One Contender to the Full Metal Wrestling Championship!

Stone: We also have the four corners Ultraviolent tag team match, issued by the Fighting Irish... accepted by Cowboys from Hell, BUGGERS, Inferno and Crow, and the Voice? We also will see undisputed Tag Team Champions crowned when HavOc faces the Silver Pistols.

Morpheus: Koldan Izmaylov’s reward for his Hell and Back Ladder Invitational? The Technician!... ROCKY VS. DRAGO PART DEUX!!! We will also see the return of the The GOLD CARD GAUNTLET. We earlier saw Hannibal Frost get the biggest win of his career after being declared the winner of the House of HavOc match. Will Frost’s momentum carry him to the Gold Card or are Hostyle, Flare, Caprice, Mark, Apostasy, War Machine or Jaxson Horn about to have a historic moment!

Stone: That one could be the show-stealer, but so could this one. Chris Austin and Romeo will finally end their bitter rivalry and we are being informed that it is now a STREET FIGHT! How bloody will the end of this bitter rivalry be?

Morpheus: We will also see history as in a stunning turn, John Derrick announced his retirement earlier this evening. So at Ultimatum 2 he will wrestle his last match against the new Abandoned Champion, Skyler Striker!!

Stone: 2 championships. 2 falls. Three larger than life superstars. Drew Michales versus Jaro versus Harlequin, C-4 title and Ultraviolent championships on the line!

Morpheus: But the main event, two of the, in their minds, most underappreciated and overlooked people in FMW will clash for the FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP! Nick Bryson will defend against Tournament for the Torch winner, Alex O’Rion, in a stipulation to be named tonight, by the captain of the winning team from our main event!

Ultimatum 2’s theme fades out as the No Holds Barred theme, “3 AM (Travis Barker Remix) by Eminem, plays while Stone and Morpheus discuss the main event.

Stone: Speaking of which, our main event is the10-man elimination tag match with Alex O’Rion captaining the Innovative Initiative, Flare and Chris Austin against Nick Bryson and his team, consisting of John Derrick, Leon Caprice, Matt Ford and the returning Eric Scorpio!

Morpheus: In all seriousness, it may not exactly be Winner Take All, but it looks good in terms of entertainment, I’m going Team O’Rion primarily because their captain is on fire and the three best of Team Bryson are either mired in losing streaks or in Scorpio’s case, rusty for lack of a better term. However, if there’s one thing Team Bryson has going for them, it’s Chris Austin.

Stone: What do you mean? From first-hand assessment I can say that Austin is not only a damn impressive wrestler but is the best pure athlete in Alchemy, and all of FMW for that matter. On top of that, he’s a fiery competitor who seems to place winning above a lot of other things. That doesn’t help Team Bryson at all.

Morpheus: Please, Austin said himself that the only reason he joined was because O’Rion asked him first.

Stone: At least he was honest about it, not many people in FMW are honest about anything these days.

Morpheus: Hmm…you actually made a point for the first time ever.

Stone: *(Sigh)* Let’s go to Buster in the ring.

Buster Cherry has a microphone and the spotlight focuses on him in the center of the ring.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is the MAIN EVENT of No Holds Barred. The match will be a five on five elimination rules match. The captain of the winning team earns the right to name the stipulation of the main event of Ultimatum 2!

The crowd cheers in excitement, until “Sick Of It All” by Finger Eleven hits the PA. Alex O’Rion, in an Ultimatum 2 T-shirt and sunglasses, walks to the ring, just grinning like a Cheshire cat, or like he just had sex with someone else’s girlfriend. It’s kinda shit-eating, but it’s one of the best grins ever.

Cherry: Intorducing first, the captain of Team O’Rion. From Halifax, Nova Scotia weighing 240 pounds…ALEX O’RION!

Stone: It’s like he knows he’s got this one in the bag, such arrogance.

Morpheus: It isn’t arrogance if you can back it up, and backing it up…no homo…is all Alex has been doing lately. It’s why he’s going to the main event.

“Fury” by Muse cuts off O’Rion’s theme as Hostyle and Chris Kelson slowly make their way to the ring with rarely seen levels of confidence and swagger. Hostyle is actually awarded some cheers as is Kelson, who is wearing a chest plate of sorts to guard his injury at the hands of O’Rion from further damage.

Cherry: And his partners, first from Montreal, Quebec weighing 226 pounds…CHRIS KELSON!!! And from The Bronx, New York…

Cherry is cut off by a hometown pop of sorts given to Hostyle.

Cherry: Weighing in at 235 pounds…HOSTYLE!!! Together they are the INNOVATIVE INITIATIVE!!!!

Stone: Hostyle actually got cheered for the first time in a while, and not because of his offense.

Morpheus: He’s at home, you aren’t welcome here, where would you be. O’Rion’s team looks impressive though.

As O’Rion and II talk some strategy, “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana plays as Flare makes his way down quickly to a small pyro blast. Flare looks ready to dole out some punishment, a look not seen from men his size too often.

Cherry: From Utopian Nation, weighing 185 pounds…FLARE!!

Stone: He looks poised for a hell of a year, and a good performance here can help him get on the right foot.

Morpheus: He looks ready to throw down, like he was on Anarchy. I like that.

Flare greets Hostyle, and slaps hands with Kelson and O’Rion. Then the lights almost blackout as “Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton starts up. A hoody-wearing Chris Austin bursts through the curtain, full of energy, to a great pop. He makes his way to the ring offering up and receiving fist pounds from the fans.

Cherry: And lastly, from San Jose, California weighing 227 pounds…CHRIS AUSTIN!!!

Stone: This could also be a big night for Austin to finally cement himself in FMW, and given with what happened earlier with Striker and Romeo, a part of him can’t be too happy about that.

Morpheus: He better be glad this isn’t a title match, he never wins those.

Austin removes his hoody and does a warm-up rope run, not even making much eye contact with any of his teammates besides glances at Kelson and O’Rion. We see O’Rion mouth “This is going to be too easy” before the arena blacks out. A blast of blue pyro accompanies “Clouds Over California” by DevilDriver as Nick Bryson, title on waist, heads to the ring to a great pop.

Cherry: And the opponents! First from Cleveland, Ohio weighing 245 pounds…the FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPION….NICK BRYSON!!!

Stone: I know he’s itching for revenge after O’Rion pinned him at the most recent Anarchy.

Morpheus: I’ll let you know how that goes for him.

“Far Enough” by Ra hits as Leon Caprice makes his way out, tagging hands with the fans and trying to fire them up.

Cherry: Now his partners, first from Perth, Australia weighing 230 pounds…LEON CAPRICE!!

Stone: This could be a coming out party for him as well, such young talent we have, and most of it is on Alchemy.

Morpheus: Screw you.

“Prayer” by Disturbed hits as Matt Ford makes his way out, all business.

Cherry: from San Diego, California weighing 278 pounds…MATT FORD!!

Stone: By far the biggest man in the match, the young up and comer could be a difference make here tonight.

“Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones hits to a BIG pop as John Derrick makes his way out, occasional drink from his flask, a double take at a pretty face.

Cherry: from Tombstone, Arizona weighing 230 pounds…JOHN ‘DOC’ DERRICK’!!

Morpheus: It may be his second to last match, but he’s still one of the best ever. I wouldn’t be surprised if Doc was the last man standing, he has won one of these types of matches before.

“No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park hits to a nostalgic pop as Eric Scorpio makes his way out, collected as ever and clad in his leather trench coat.

Cherry: And lastly, making his return to Full Metal Wrestling, from Sudbury, Ontario weighing 263 pounds…ERIC SCORPIO!!!

Stone: What a match this will be, could come down to a 1-on-1 affair. I am interested to see how Scorpio will fare given his lay off time and history with Doc and Bryson. Doc is the reason why Scorpio lost the belt in the first place. It could make for some fireworks.

Morpheus: Possibly, but who cares really? All of the people I am a fan of are on Team O’Rion, so they better win. Dammit, looks like Team O’Rion is having problems at the start.

The bell rings as Team Bryson, save for Ford who is in the ring ready to start the match, exchange pleasantries which Team O’Rion discuss who will start the match for them. The discussion begins to escalate into an argument, one which Chris Austin ignores as he steps into the ring to start the match.

Stone: And here we go, Collar-and-elbow tie up, and Ford with the height advantage starting to gain the advantage.

Morpheus: See, I told you, Austin would be the downfall!

Stone: You really don’t like him do you? Austin breaks the tie-up with an arm wrench to Ford. Austin follows up with a hard elbow to the bicep of Ford, and one more for added effect.

Ford, using his size advantage pulls Austin towards him, looking for a Puro Nightmare lariat. Austin ducks the swing and answers with a short range lariat of his own.

Stone: Great counter from Austin, nailing Ford with the lariat that Ford originally went for! Austin quickly covers, but Ford is up at one and a half. Ford distances himself, and here he comes, Austin with the headlock takeover, and now wrenching the headlock as Ford tries to work to his feet.

Morpheus: Well, Ford is obviously a little off his game in the early going.

Stone: Ford has gotten to his feet, Austin backpedals towards the ropes, and there’s a blind tag from Kelson, I don’t think Ford knows it. Ford pushes off, Austin reverses into an Irish Whip of his own. Austin falls to the mat, Ford hops over…

Morpheus: And Kelson with a dropkick right to the mush of Ford and Ford is now aware of the tag.

Stone: The self-proclaimed ‘Technician of Innovation’ is now trying to chop the big man down with hard kicks to the legs of the rising Ford. Kelson comes off the ropes, and crossbody attempt, Ford caught him and delivers a rib-breaker!

Morpheus: Ford needs to get out of there, and he does with a tag to Eric Scorpio, let’s see if the Hallowed one still has it.

Stone: Kelson is back to his feet, and Scorpio makes his move. Scorpio has Kelson and here’s the go behind with the hammerlock. Kelson tries to elbow out of it, but Scorpio ducks!

Morpheus: Scorpio is going for a spinning Northern Lights suplex, but Kelson grapevines the leg to prevent from going over. The kid is learning from Hostyle, I’ll say that.

Kelson manages to use the distraction setup by his counter to deliver a Snap Suplex to Scorpio. Kelson rolls the hips to try and floatover to begin the Manticore-plex, but Scorpio blocks the Fisherman’s suplex and turns it into a standing whiplash neckbreaker. Scorpio goes for a pin, and Kelson is up just after one. Scorpio quickly goes for Sinful Repentance as the crowd gets into it.

Stone: Scorpio is looking to gain Team Bryson the advantage early, and if he locks up Kelson in Sinful Repentance its all but over.

Morpheus: Kelson has Scorpio’s ankles, preventing himself from turning…I’m telling you, so far Team O’Rion looks sharp, and we haven’t even seen the captain yet.

Stone: Kelson rolls out of the hold, and Scorpio is coming for a charge, and Kelson stops him with a toe kick followed by a jumping Enziguri!

Morpheus: And he tags in the True Artist! Hostyle is salivating for this one; you know Hostyle has a great track record against Scorpio!

Stone: Indeed, I spoke with the Alchemy Superstar of the Year earlier, and he said he was looking forward to this confrontation. Just by talking to him I could sense the resentment towards the former FMW champion.

Morpheus: That smirk from Hostyle says it all for me. Hostyle and Scorpio lock up, and Scorpio with a quick armdrag sending Hostyle rolling towards Team Bryson’s corner. Get out of there, Hostyle!

Stone: Looks like he was just in time as Matt took a swipe at Hostyle. They lock up again, and this time Hostyle gets the better of the exchange, sending Scorpio over with a Japanese Arm-drag. Hostyle charges, and Scorpio swipes the leg out, lateral press, and Hostyle is up at less than one.

Morpheus: These two have no love lost for each other, and I can’t resist it! It’s a damn shame that I can’t pick one to boo, because I like them both. Dammit!

The chain-wrestling exhibition continues as Hostyle takes Scorpio over with a standard arm-drag. Scorpio kips-up to his feet and goes into an arm wrench. Hostyle goes into the standard flip sequence usually seen as the arm wrench counter, but he hiptosses Scorpio into a reverse DDT. Hostyle goes for the cover, Scorpio is up at 2 and he scrambles to his feet. Hostyle charges in and is dropped with a STK from Scorpio. Cover, Hostyle is up at two. Each man rolls away from the other as the crowd cheers the display from the two former rivals.

Stone: These two know each other so well its ridiculous!

Morpheus: I think Hostyle was expecting this to be a little easier, given his spotless record against him. But let’s see how he fares against Doc, who has been tagged in by Scorpio, a little strongly I must add. You know how I like to stir the pot.

Stone: Oh…too well.

Morpheus: What is that supposed to mean?

Stone: Hostyle trying to size up the competition here, and he offers his hand out to Derrick.

Morpheus: Must be a show of respect as Derrick is an Honor-roll member.

Stone: But Doc isn’t having it as he uses the hand to pull Hostyle into a strong right which floors him! Hostyle is quickly up, and he goes down again from a hip toss. Hostyle on instinct gets to his feet, and he scrambles back to his corner after Doc rears back that right hand.

Morpheus: And Alex O’Rion tags himself in, I think he wants a piece of Doc before he goes.

Stone: Doc motions for Alex to bring it, Alex advances and Doc fires a Sole Kick to the gut of Alex! Alex is doubled over as Doc knocks him upwards with a forearm to the face. Irish Whip from Doc, Alex ducks the clothesline of Doc and answers with a neckbreaker. Alex is now firing off hard punches to the face of the former FMW champ.

Morpheus: Look at Flare pace, he’s itching for some action.

Stone: Where’s the ‘no homo’?

Morpheus: I’m not sure how I meant it to be honest.

Stone: Uh…OK.

Morpheus ponders that while O’Rion has Doc in a headlock. He backpedals to his corner and Flare tags himself in. Flare hops over the ropes and starts teeing off on Doc’s back with clubbing blows, a far cry from Flare’s usual finesse game. He Irish whips Doc to the ropes and drops him with a flying back elbow. Flare doesn’t go for the pin, instead looking for punishment as he stomps on Doc. Doc manages to make it to his feet, and rock Flare with an uppercut. Flare, undeterred goes in again and gets powerslammed for his troubles. Doc then tags Leon Caprice in.

Stone: Doc has weathered the storm early, and has stopped the aggressive Flare if only momentarily, as Caprice goes to work on Flare.

Morpheus: Um…what is Caprice doing? We have viewers that need to know.

Stone: OK, well Caprice came in with a one-handed bulldog, and then he followed up with a few forearms to Flare. Flare trying to cover up now, and he shoves Caprice away before tagging in Austin, the freshest and supposedly fastest of Team O’Rion.

Austin and Caprice shake hands and lock up. Austin quickly takes the advantage with a quick Fireman’s Carry. Austin goes for an armbar, but Caprice rolls through. Austin gets to his feet and charges for Caprice. Caprice ducks the big boot attempt and dropkicks Austin into a neutral corner. Caprice comes in and jumps onto Austin and falls backwards to try and monkey flip Austin. However, Austin lands on his feet as the crowd gasps at the athleticism being displayed. Still, Caprice is able to finally drop Austin with a running STO.

Morpheus: Caprice gets the better, and smartly goes for the pin, but Austin is up right before two. Caprice delivers a Knife-edge chop to Austin, and Irish Whips him.

Stone: Caprice with the leapfrog over Austin, and Caprice catches Austin on the rebound with a flying forearm!

Morpheus: I see Austin looking a little frustrated here, it’s delicious.

Stone: Seek help. Caprice has a chinlock on R.C.A. and Austin is trying to work to his feet. He’s up, and he tries to push Caprice off but he has it tightly locked. R.C.A. lifts for a back suplex, and drops to his knees in a vile backbreaker!

Morpheus: And now Austin is in the mount and all over him, forearms, elbows punches, some real UFC looking Ground and Pound going on here. Leon can do nothing but cover up!

RCA continues to swing, and is oblivious to Ford coming in and knocking him off of Caprice with a “Silencing the Critics” Mafia Kick to the face. Caprice tries to compose himself as RCA starts to regain his bearings. Leon reaches out to tag Bryson but Ford’s reach and ego allows him to tag himself in. Ford quickly enters, looking to take advantage of RCA. Ford comes in and swings for the STO portion of “All Jacked Up”, but RCA manages to catch the arm and swing around into a Floatover DDT.

Stone: Austin with the counter DDT to Ford, and Austin kips-up, he may be looking to speed up the tempo here!

Morpheus: Ford should have let Bryson get it, he’s the freshest of everyone.

Stone: Ford gets to his feet and almost has his chest kicked in thanks to an R.C.A roundhouse! Ford is gasping for air as R.C.A gets the Irish Whip, and halts Ford with a kneeling elbow to the gut. RCA lifts Ford in a Fireman’s Carry and spins him out into a modified Flapjack! But Austin holds on to the leg and rolls backwards into a half crab!

Morpheus: He’s always gotta top himself doesn’t he? He has a huge ego whether or not you know it, Stone.

Stone: Ford gets to the ropes and Austin releases him. Flare is tagged in and He isn’t wasting anytime as he takes out Ford with a Lungblower!

Morpheus: Ford is getting mauled out here, as much as he claims to be above where he is, he sure isn’t acting like it.

A smirk comes across the face of Flare, and Flare manages to get the much bigger Ford into the Cradle hold. Flare grabs the head of Ford and quickly snaps backward for the DDT.

Stone: Cradle DDT on Ford, and here’s the cover…but Ford kicks out at two! Flare obviously thought it was three!

And without warning, Hostlye and Kelson enter the ring and charge Team Bryson’s corner, wiping out Doc, Scorpio, and Bryson with flying crossbody blocks that send all of them to the ringside floor. As Flare argues, O’Rion, like the snake that he is, enters the ring as Ford gets to his feet. O’Rion sizes him up…

Morpheus: O’RION PRIDE!!!

Stone: I don’t know if the Initiative meant to do this, but what a timely distraction they’ve caused! Ford looks out of it and he adds insult to injury as Ford is nailed by a Springboard Elbow drop from Flare! Flare roughly hooks the leg, 1! 2! 3! Ford is gone!

Cherry: Matt Ford has been ELIMINATED!

Morpheus: Man, Flare kicking him when he’s down, he’s really out to prove a point tonight. This makes me a fan of his!

As Ford is assisted from the ring, a brawl erupts on ringside with Team Bryson getting the better of it. Austin and O’Rion go to assist Team O’Rion, as Doc rolls back into the ring to get a breather. Kelson is soon to follow and they begin to trade blows. Hostyle, Austin and Alex begin to overwhelm Bryson and Caprice, but after Caprice manages to fight off O’Rion, Caprice channels his inner ‘Jeff Hardy’ and runs along the fan barrier and wipes out Hostyle and Austin with a plancha. O’Rion scrambles from Bryson, but not before Bryson gets a clean elbow to the back of his Ultimatum 2 opponent’s head. O’rion stumbles away before being ambushed by Scorpio, compliments of a fan barrier-assisted springboard clothesline!

Stone: This one has really broken down here, and now we’ve got Kelson and Derrick going back and forth. Derrick with the right hand, Kelson answers back with a kick to the thigh, Derrick! Kelson! Derrick! Kelson!

Morpheus: And Derrick with the thumb to the eye, crafty bastard!

Doc goes for a suplex, and as he lifts Kelson, Kelson goes over behind Derrick and counters with a Russian Lariat. Kelson goes for a pin, but Derrick forces a kickout at two.

Stone: Kelson is obviously stewing from the defeat at the hands of Derrick at Anarchy 8.2. Kelson tries to press the issue with an armbar, but Doc fights out of it. Kelson has a front facelock on Doc now, but Doc reverses into a Northern Lights suplex, bridge pin! 1! 2! No! Kelson kicks out!

Morpheus: Kelson can’t let that get him down, He’s has to keep going because damn Doc will exploit ANY weakness you show. Doc comes for the charge, and Kelson stops him with a kick to the thigh, and follows up with a Spinning Sole Kick to the stomach and ends with the Scissors Kick!

Stone: Textbook striking from Kelson, and he goes for the cover! 1! 2! Kickout from Doc!

Morpheus: Well, Hostyle and Austin have managed to join the apron, but O’Rion is a bit slow to the party; He got turned inside out with that clothesline. The ones you don’t see coming always hurt the most, people.

Stone: Kelson tags in Austin now, and the double Irish Whip…Doc counters with a double clothesline! Doc kicks Kelson out of the ring, and now he’s on the apron, waiting for Austin…Austin rises and Doc drops him with a Slingshot Spinning Wheel Kick!

Morpheus: The experience of Team Bryson is starting to shine through now, cover from Doc…1! 2! Austin gets the shoulder up.

Stone: And Now Nick Bryson makes his way into the match for the first time!

Bryson enters and clubs away at Austin. Austin is Irish Whipped to the ropes, and taken down with a standing back elbow. He brings Austin to his feet and throws him into the corner, lighting him up with hard chops to the chest.

Morpheus: Austin being taken to school here, and Bryson swings, but Austin moved from the corner and Bryson’s momentum takes him into the corner! Austin steps out a bit and jumps, blasting Bryson with a C.C.S Enziguri! Bryson looks a bit dazed, and Austin takes him down with a Scoop Exploder Suplex!

Stone: Both men are down, and Austin is going for the tag, and Kelson is back in. He goes for Bryson, and the FMW champ back body drops Kelson down!

Morpheus: Doc has been tagged back in, Leon seems to be favoring his ribs from that stunt earlier.

Stone: Doc taking Kelson to his feet, and an inside cradle from Kelson! 1! 2! 3-no!!! Doc just got the shoulder up!

Morpheus: Would have been a huge upset!

Stone: Clothesline from Doc, and now he’s dragging Kelson to his corner…Hostyle is in there, obviously not pleased with the treatment that his partner is getting.

Hostyle grabs the attention of the ref as Doc tags in Scorpio. Scorpio puts the boots to Kelson’s chest, which have little effect due to the chest protector. The ref pulls Scorpio away much to the chagrin of Team Bryson and the crowd.

Morpheus: Another timely interference from Hostyle, the ref missed the tag!

Stone: Hostyle and company have seemingly been one step ahead all match, and Doc is now back in looking to change that. Alex has just made it back to the apron now.

Morpheus: He didn’t miss much.

Stone: Doc with the Irish Whip towards Team O’rion’s side of the ring…

As Kelson’s back hits the ropes, Austin reaches out and gets the blind tag.

Stone: Kitchen sink from Doc is countered via a schoolboy from Kelson, but the pin won’t count! Austin tagged himself in. Doc kicks out anyway, and Austin enters.

Morpheus: Kelson argues the blind tag, while Austin trades punches with Doc. Austin dodges a wild one and counters with a STO Backbreaker, dropping Doc to the mat.

As Doc gets to his feet, Austin tags Kelson in. Austin and Kelson then have a split second moment of in-sync thinking, as Austin sets up for the Half-Nelson Release Regal-Plex a.k.a RCA-Plex and Kelson takes off towards the ropes and hits Doc with a Sick Kick while RCA tosses Doc backwards for the RCA Plex.

Morpheus: WHAT A MOVE!

Stone: Kelson is back on him, and he gets in a quick toe kick and sets a dazed Doc up for it…PULSAR IMPLOSION!! Cover by Kelson and both legs are hooked!

As Kelson goes for the cover, Scorpio goes for the save but Alex stops him with a flying shoulderblock.

Morpheus: 1! 2! 3!!! Doc’s kickout was about 1 second too late!

Cherry: John Derrick has been ELIMINATED!

Doc rolls away and exits, a little stunned and disoriented at how quickly he went from having the advantage to being pinned. Bryson looks on stunned that arguably his best teammate was eliminated. Hostyle, tagged in by Kelson is quickly on Scorpio, taking down the Cleanser of Sinners with a Glistening Mage.

Stone: Hostyle is back on Scorpio now, covers after the ‘Glistening Mage’ but Scorpio gets a shoulder up a two.

Morpheus: He better stay in this one, 5 on 3 can still be overcome.

Stone: Scorpio is Irish Whipped by Hostyle, Hostyle goes for the 540 spinning heel kick, but Scorpio catches him and counters with a modified powerbomb looking slam!

Morpheus: Is that the best you’ve got? Aren’t you supposed to be an encyclopedia on moves?

Stone: Well, it’s not a move you see everyday!

Morpheus: Still, you should know it.

Stone: Caprice is tagged in here, and Hostyle is dropkicked clear across the ring!

Morpheus: His chest can’t be feeling too good after that.

Hostyle reaches for a tag, and O’Rion and Austin reach towards him, only for Caprice to drag Hostyle to his corner and tag back in Scorpio.

Stone: Scorpio is back in now, and Hostyle kicks his way from Scorpio’s grasp!

Morpheus: Scorpio comes back for more, but Hostyle stays one step ahead, ducking Scorpio and turning it into what he calls the KrytonitePlex! Hostyle bridges, 1! 2! Scorpio gets the shoulder up!

Stone: None of Team Bryson, save for Caprice, have been able to really put anything together against Team O’Rion, and this is with limited involvement from either captain!

Morpheus: Hostyle now looks to finish him off, he’s going for a Hammerlock Dragon Sleeper, but Scorpio squirms away, and he drops Hostyle with a spinning Gourdbuster!

Stone: That’s one of Scorpio’s trusted moves, and Scorpio looks as if he wants to end it!

Hostyle staggers to his feet, as Scorpio runs to the ropes and starts the springboard portion of the “Scorpion Hangover” finisher, but Hostyle rushes the ropes before Scorpio can flip backwards, pushing Scorpio’s feet out from under him, causing Scorpio to land seated on the ropes. Hostyle quickly grabs Scorpio around the head in an Uranage fashion, before slamming him face first with a Rope Hung Swinging Reverse STO! Hostyle, sensing the end, pulls Scorpio to the middle of the ring, sits on Scorpio’s back and places his legs in the Lotus position to tie up Scorpio with a Double Chickenwing. Hostyle applies a Crossface to Scorpio and rolls to his back to apply pressure.

Morpheus: I’ve seen this hold before, I think it is called the HOSTYLE AFFLICTION! Scorpio has nowhere to go, and Bryson enters the ring to stop the hold, and Flare spears Bryson out of the ring!

Stone: Scorpio is trying to fight it, he’s trying to escape, but it’s a no go…The ref asks Scorpio is he wants to submit…

Hostyle: QUIT, MIERDA! QUIT!

Morpheus: Scorpio nods yes and Eric Scorpio submits to Hostyle again, this time to another one of Hostyle’s awesome creations!

Cherry: Eric Scorpio has been ELIMINATED!

Hostyle releases the hold and retreats to the apron, a bit winded, but satisfied that he has sent another message to Scorpio. Scorpio is assisted from the ring and meanwhile, outside of the ring, Bryson and Alex are going at it while Flare waits for his moment and Austin has taken Hostyle’s place and begun to work over Caprice. The ref strains himself to keep his eye on both proceedings.

Morpheus: 5 on 2, Stone! 5 on 2!

Stone: This doesn’t look good for Team Bryson, but Bryson, for lack of a better term is getting in Alex O’Rion’s ass right here in front of us!

Morpheus: But Caprice has just dropped Austin with a Fisherman’s swinging neckbreaker! Kelson is coming in, but Caprice takes him down with a standing Frankensteiner!

Stone: HOLY! Bryson just dropped O’Rion across our table face first, but here comes Flare, and he pounces on Bryson like an animal! Look at the fists fly! Flare is literally clawing away at Bryson’s face!!!

Morpheus: Bryson flings Flare off of him, but Flare pushes Bryson into the ring post!

Austin struggles to his feet, and Kelson rolls out of the ring, seemingly favoring his head. As Austin pulls himself up, he sees Alex O’Rion grab a chair and TEE OFF on the face of Nick Bryson! Austin yells “What the Fuck, Alex!?!?” and goes to assist Nick, but Caprice grabs Austin and flips him onto his face with a release German Suplex. However, the referee saw Alex’s actions and informs Buster Cherry of his decision.

Stone: DAMN ALEX O’RION JUST KNOCKED OUT NICK BRYSON!!!

Morpheus: Note to FMW superstars, when you are named Superstar of the year, in any aspect…avoid No Holds Barred. First Ethan, and now Nick!

Cherry: The referee has informed me that due to a disqualification… Alex O’Rion has been ELIMINATED!

The crowd cheers, but Alex seemingly loses it and given that he’s already eliminated, repeatedly strikes Bryson with the chair. Flare stomps away at Bryson while O’Rion keeps hammering. In the ring, Austin kicks out of a Caprice pin attempt, and Caprice slaps on a chin lock. Hostyle and Kelson pay the developing situation no mind as Flare and Alex flapjack Bryson onto the steel steps…twice.

Stone: Caprice is all alone in this one, but he has Austin right where he wants him! But that bastard Alex O’Rion may destroy the Ultimatum main event before it even begins!

Morpheus: Get his ass, Alex! Get him!

Stone: What in God’s name is wrong with you?

Morpheus: Nothing at all! And things are about to get worse!

Stone: Someone stop this now!

Morpheus: Only one who could is Drew Michaels and he’s somewhere in the House of HavOc.

Flare pulls a defeated Bryson to his feet and holds him in place as Alex has went under the ring, and retrieved the O’Rion family weapon: The Baseball Bat. Flare holds Bryson, a sick smile on his face. Alex has a wild look in his eye…Alex measures….and swings for the head, and connects…

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Morpheus: Going, Going, Gone!

Stone: NICK! BRYSON! HAS! BEEN! KNOCKED! OUT! GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!

Alex and Flare exchange glances. As officials emerge and order Alex to leave ringside, Alex, happy with his handiwork, tosses the bat over his shoulder and leaves, grinning. Flare returns to the apron as Austin tries to work his way up from Caprice’s chinlock. Austin elbows out of the chinlock, and plants Caprice with a High Angle Leg Hook Saito Suplex. Flare reaches for a tag, and gets it. He enters the ring with arrogance as a medical staff, pulling a gurney, runs past Alex O’Rion in the entrance way.

Morpheus: Bryson may be in a bad way, but so is Caprice as it looks to be four on one. Flare is stomping all over Caprice, the pretty one’s aggression is off the page.

Stone: I am still stunned at the attack that Alex O’Rion perpetrated against our FMW champion.

Flare slaps on a Boston Crab as Bryson is loaded up onto the gurney and the title is laid on Bryson’s chest. As Bryson is wheeled away, one official gives Buster Cherry the “X” sign and Cherry has to make the announcement.

Cherry: Due to being unable to continue, Nick Bryson has been ELIMINATED!

Stone: Caprice doesn’t have a chance, he’s all alone with Chris Austin, Hostyle, Chris Kelson, and Flare. It’s only a matter of time.

Morpheus: Caprice is desperately stretching to the ropes, but right before he gets there, Flare tags in Hostyle. Hostyle and Flare lift up Caprice and a Double Half Nelson lift into a neckbreaker! Hostyle covers…1…2..NO! Caprice is still in this!

Stone: Hostyle looks a bit stunned here, and he tags in Kelson…

Caprice is lifted for a Sky High by Hostyle, and Kelson springboards in with a Sling Blade takedown.

Stone: Caprice has been obliterated by the Initiative!

Morpheus: It’s over…1…2…HOLY DAMN! Caprice kicked out!

Stone: Kelson is stunned, and now Austin is tagged in. He has Caprice up now, and look at those crisp snap jabs from Austin. Caprice is being dissected!

Morpheus: Austin strikes with a vile Sole Kick to Caprice’s stomach and he has him set up for a powerbomb…

Right into the turnbuckle. And before Caprice crumples to the mat, Austin charges in with an kneeling elbow to the stomach and rises to his feet with a Palm Strike and uses the momentum to go into a roaring elbow. He then Irish Whips Caprice to Team O’Rion’s corner and strikes him with a Busaiku Knee, sending Caprice down to the mat.

Stone: Austin explodes with a ‘Go Go Gadget Flow’ and this has to be it.

Morpheus: He might be best served to stay down. Austin covers…1…2…NO! Caprice got his foot on the rope!!

The crowd cheers Caprice’s will to survive as Austin looks toward Flare, Hostyle and Kelson with a ‘Damn, he’s still in this’ look. Austin backs toward his corner, and Kelson tags himself in, saying that he will end it.

Stone: Kelson looking to end it, and he takes a dead on his feet Caprice to his feet. Here’s the kick to the gut, Kelson slashes his throat and is looking for the Pulsar Im-NO, INSIDE CRADLE BY LEON, 1…2…3!!! Leon eliminates Kelson!

Cherry: Chris Kelson has been ELIMINATED!

Hostyle and Austin are incredulous as Flare looks pissed. Flare charges in on the exhausted Caprice. He Irish Whips Caprice but Caprice counters with a Sick Kick to Flare, turning him inside out. The crowd begins a “LE-ON! LE-ON!” chant as Austin looks toward Hostyle with a ‘what kind of training are you giving Kelson’ look.

Morpheus: 3-1 advantage, Stone! Flare won’t make a mistake, but Hostyle is speechless as Kelson has thrown a tantrum on his way back towards the back!

Stone: Caprice covers….Flare kicks out at 2. Caprice looks towards the heavens, wondering how he’ll get out of this one. Flare is to his feet, and Caprice pulls himself up…Flare kicks…Brainbuster from Flare!

Morpheus: The beginning of the end, Stone!

Stone: Flare has pulled Leon into position for a top rope move, he’s up there, and the 450 Splash is COUNTERED BY LEON! He got his knees up!

Morpheus: But Caprice is running on fumes here…And Flare knows it as he manages to deliver a jumping Enziguri. Caprice barrels into the ropes and the momentum sends him into the waiting grasp of Flare. Flare has him in the Argentine Rack…The End of the World is coming!

Flare goes to flip Caprice, but Caprice elbows his way down, and ends up behind Flare. Without hesitation, Caprice goes into action!

Stone: Caprice gets out of it, he’s behind Flare…BACK DROP BOTTOM! Caprice hit it out of nowhere!

Morpheus: Caprice covers Flare hooking the leg, Flare trying to kick out! 1…2…3!?!?!?!?

Cherry: Flare has been ELMINATED!

Stone: 2 on 1, Morph! I’m starting to think Caprice can do this!

Morpheus: Hostyle is now in there, and he and Austin are not seeing eye to eye at all.

Meanwhile, Flare storms to the back, yelling profanity the whole way.

Stone: Hostyle hooks up a beaten down Caprice, he’s going for Free Flowin’ Hostility, but Caprice reverses, and a roll up! 1…2…NO! Hostyle kicked out!

Morpheus: Can you imagine, if Caprice can get this one on one?

Stone: Hostyle looks stunned, and he’s back up. Caprice gets to his feet and just got rocked by the NuYoRican Uppercut! This crowd is firmly behind Caprice, but Hostyle has his fans in his home state as well!

Morpheus: Hostyle presses the advantage, Double Knee Drop to Caprice’s chest!

Stone: Austin is now looking for a tag, and Hostyle gives him one. Austin enters the ring, and look at the look Austin is giving Hostyle!

Morpheus: These two aren’t happy at all, and I don’t think it has anything to do with Caprice trying to survive.

Stone: Austin Irish Whips Caprice, and JESUS! The Spinning Back Kick right to the jaw! Austin goes for the pin, 1…2...3-NO! Caprice is still alive!

Morpheus: Austin slaps on a Buffalo Sleeper, trying to put out Caprice…Caprice trying to get to the ropes here…

Stone: I’m honestly pulling for Caprice here! And he’s stretching for the ropes…Caprice got his foot there! Austin lets him go in frustration and tags in Hostyle.

Austin and Hostyle Irish Whip Caprice, and lift him for a Double Team Flapjack, but Caprice reverses into a DDT! Austin rolls out on the apron from the attack as Hostyle has a glazed over look in his eye.

Morpheus: Caprice with a counter, and he needed one! Dammit, Caprice might can do this, but I still say it’s only a matter of time.

Stone: Caprice goes for a cover, he’s got a hand on Hostyle..1…2…Hostyle kicks out!

Morpheus: Caprice pulls himself up, Austin is pulling himself up, Hostyle is to a knee. Caprice is up top now and he seems to have a second wind! Caprice dives at a rising Hostyle…Super Leg Lariat takedown!

Caprice struggles to his feet as the crowd cheers. He rushes Austin just as he rises and knocks him back down to a knee. As Caprice’s adrenaline begins to leave him, Hostyle is back up, a look of anger about him. Caprice stumbles into Hostyle’s grasp and Hostyle lifts him for the Hostyle Hysteria UNO.

Stone: Hostyle has him up, and Leon is struggling, he’s fighting…He’s out of it. Caprice lifts for the Back Drop Bottom, but Hostyle counters the Uranage into an Armdrag!

Morpheus: Hostyle could have been gone there!

Stone: Caprice gets to his feet, Hostyle is up. Hostyle Irish Whips Caprice towards his and Austin’s side, but Caprice reverses it…

Blind tag by Austin to Hostyle. Austin is the legal man.

Morpheus: Kick to Hostyle’s gut, he may be looking for the Time Warp! He’s trying to lift him, but he’s too exhausted!

Stone: Hostyle counters…

Hostyle takes a knee to block from being lifted, and he manages to get Leon’s arms crossed behind him for an Inverted Straight Jacket and lifts Leon up. Austin hops to the top rope with his back turned to Leon and jumps, twisting in mid-air to LEVEL Leon with an ‘Air RCA’ Springboard Double-Footed Roundhouse Kick to the face as Hostyle slams Leon down with a Inverted Straight Jacket Spinebuster as the crowd pops in amazement at the double team!

Morpheus: And Austin JUST TURNS LEON INSIDE OUT with that vile double kick to the face, he just flew into the picture out of nowhere!

Stone: Hostyle retreats as Austin kips up to his feet and takes a pretty much done for Leon Caprice up, he sets him up for… and spikes him into the mat violently with a S.J.S!!! Austin covers and hooks the legs…1…2…3!!!! Austin and Hostyle win the match!

Cherry: Leon Caprice has been Eliminated! Therefore the winners of this match are “THE RADICAL” CHRIS AUSTIN and HOSSSS-STYLE!!!!

Alex O'Rion, Hostyle, Chris Kelson, Flare, and Chris Austin (7.98 aps - 0.2 penalty + 8.3 aps + 8.05 aps - 0.1 penalty + 8.25 aps + 9.03 aps + 2.0 avs = 43.31 total)
Nick Bryson, John Derrick, Leon Caprice, Matt Ford, and Eric Scorpio (0.0 aps + 0.0 aps + 8.35 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.0 aps + 0.0 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.75 total)


“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton starts up as Hostyle and Austin have their hands raised. Leon lies motionless as Austin and Hostyle stare eye to eye and shake hands and ‘bro hug’, congratulating each other on a job well done. Alex O’Rion comes down to the ring, applauding Hostyle and Austin’s efforts. Alex takes a mic as he applauds Hostyle and Austin. Austin and Hostyle, each man somewhat winded, look at O’Rion’s smug grin.

Stone: It took everything to put Leon down, but Hostyle and Austin did it. That match ending sequence was almost as in-sync as a first time team could get. Leon has nothing to be ashamed of, but Hostyle and Austin were just too much for him to overcome.

Morpheus: And Alex is here to reap the spoils.

“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton fades out as the crowd goes from cheering the winners, but moreover cheering Caprice’s efforts and the overall epic display of talent in the ring to booing Alex as he begins to speak.

Alex O’Rion: Well Done, b’yes! Well Done! And now, with my win, I can take my right of naming the main event stipulation at Ultimatum 2!

Austin and Hostyle look at O’Rion funny upon the mention of the word ‘my’.

Alex O’Rion: But first, I want you sons of bitches in the crowd to know something…

Just one year ago, I wouldn't have been in this spot. I was always the underdog… taking my beatings every night. I would never be on the top of his game, and I ended up in a hospital bed more times than I damn care to count. I was always looked at the guy who couldn’t show up when the chips were down… But my how the tables have turned!!!!

Boos rain down, Alex laughs as Hostyle and Austin look on annoyed.

Morpheus: He’s right you know, hell of a turnaround!

Alex O’Rion: Now it's your beloved Nick Bryson, who doesn't show up. It's Nick Bryson, the loveable loser. He takes his beatings, like the one he took here from me tonight. But, I've turned myself around.

I’m on a 4 match winning streak.

Tonight, I won the match for my team and cemented those four superstars legacy by allowing them to stand here beside me.

Hostyle and Austin grow increasingly aggravated at Alex taking credit for their hard work.

Alex O’Rion: Hostyle, Austin…Stand beside greatness. Stand beside the next FMW Champion. And now I am allowed to choose the stipulation for the main event of Ultimatum 2! On this night, every thing will come full circle.

Everything will come full circle then...

Everything will come full circle in HELL IN A CELL!!!!

The crowd pops at the match stipulation being named.

Stone: What a battle that will be! Alex O’Rion versus Nick Bryson for the Full Metal Wrestling Championship! Inside Hell in a Cell!

Morpheus: I’m psyched for that match so damn much now!

Alex O'Rion points to Leon Caprice, who is now lying on the ringside floor, completely out of it.

Alex O’Rion: Do you people see him? This idiot was stupid enough to side with Nick Bryson and now he must pay the price.

I've made an example out of Nick Bryson. Now, I will make an example out of this pathetic loser. Austin, finish him.

Morpheus: Austin already did, in fact he and Hostyle did!

Stone: Austin won’t stoop to his level, I know he won’t.

Austin asks for a mic and gets one.

RCA: Excuse me?

Alex O’Rion: Finish Him!

RCA: Hell no! Hostyle and I have beaten him; as for me my obligations are completed, and Caprice earned more respect from me than the great amount I already had for him. Hell, if it wasn’t for him keeping me on my toes, I would have made sure that you wouldn’t have done what you did to Nick Bryson.

Stone: Alright, Austin!

Morpheus: Pussy.

Alex O’Rion: The hell?!?!? Hostyle, you seem to be able to reason with the innovators, talk some sense into him!

Austin tosses his mic to Hostyle.

Hostyle: Hermano Austin said no, it’s not my place to make him change his mind, and I damn sure won’t make him.

Alex looks on towards the survivors, incredulous.

Alex O’Rion: Fine then, since you are too much of a coward to make your ‘hermano’ do it, then consider our “I become a honor-roll member” agreement shot to hell, I’ll be damned if I convert at the behest of a full-time mid-carder anyway!

Hostyle: GO JODETE, YOU CUNTARD!

Hostyle goes towards Alex to attack, but Austin holds him back. Hostyle goes off into the corner, stunned at what he heard.

Alex O’Rion: Now, Austin, I said we were going to make an example out of this piece of shit!

RCA: We? I am not doing anything.

Alex O’Rion: Don't undermine me! I chose the four of you tonight to get a job done. DO IT!

RCA: Uh…No.

Alex O’Rion: DO IT!

Alex slaps Austin in the face…Austin looks at Alex with rage in his eyes. Alex returns with a steely glare…and swings again for a slap but RCA catches Alex’s hand and twirls Alex around to trap him in a Cut-Throat hold and execute the SAN JOSE SMACKDOWN with blinding quickness as the crowd goes nuts in favor of RCA.

Stone: AUSTIN! Austin just laid out Alex with a Cut-Throat S.J.S!!!

Morpheus: Alex eyes are glazed, he has no idea what happened!

Austin kips up to his feet and looks at Hostyle. Austin and Hostyle smile towards each other and begin laying the boots to Alex. Hostyle stops momentarily and waves towards the back…which brings out Chris Kelson and Flare!

Stone: ALEX IS GETTING MAULED AND THIS CROWD IS LOVING IT!

Morpheus: Flare and Kelson are back, and they are getting in the action as well!

Stone: All four of these men are destroying Alex, and I have to wonder, were these four in cahoots the whole time?

Morpheus: I think so, Stone!

Hostyle and Chris Kelson yank Alex to his feet, and promptly put him back down with the CHIROFRACTURE!! Alex writhes, virtually motionless on the ground as Austin retrieves a mic and begins to talk to Alex and to the crowd, as Flare mounts him and fires off a barrage of punches.

RCA: You overstepped your boundaries, b’ye! And now look at you…knocked the hell out? You tried to take advantage of the wrong men, O’Rion. We do not do what people like you say. Besides, when you though we were helping you, in actuality we were helping ourselves at your expense.

But, since we were using you like the abused prostitute that you’ve spent most of your career being…we figured that the least we could do was help you gain some sort of advantage heading into Ultimatum 2.

So that’s what we did. And we waited…for the right time, just the right moment…and No Holds Barred was the perfect time for it.

Look, I have no problem with the fans whatsoever, and I haven’t turned my back on FMW in the least but, what you see before you now…is Chris Austin, doing what the hell he wants to do for a change.

I’ve found myself a situation that allows me to flourish in my own way.

I know some of you in the back never cared whether I did what I wanted to or not. But, I didn’t do this for my detractors, they can all fuck off.

The voice of the voiceless is who I am, I represent the people who have always been told that they can’t do what they want to because its ‘frowned upon’…Some vets told me that this would be frowned upon by some people. I’m here to say it right now… I did this not only for my own happiness, my own sense of independence…but most of all I did this…

Because I can.

Austin tosses the mic towards Kelson, as Flare removes himself from the mount position on Alex.

Kelson: Too True, Frere! Too True! See, the majority of FMW has spent most of their time, trying to look past innovators. They’ve spent all of their time trying to keep us down, trying to make sure that these ‘cock-jockeys’ run rampant.

But the Innovative Initiative has said, “Enough!” We will no longer be silenced. We will no longer be overlooked. It’s our time now!

Every dog has its day, FMW…No Holds Barred, is the dawn of the Innovative Initiative, and all of you people who don’t want to get with the times…well it’s going to be a long day for you.

Stone: FMW may have themselves a new threat to deal with, but not only have they transcended alignments with the addition of The Radical, but they’ve also transcended brands!

Morpheus: Two members on each brand, and they could still be growing! Wait, Hostyle has the mic!

Hostyle: Si, mis Hermanos! When I first showed up in FMW, I was the only one of my kind. I was the only one sickened by the mundane, same old mierda that I saw from these vagibond cock-jockeys! I made a vow to myself, that one day FMW would begin to see things from my point of view.

Innovation has made its mark, pendejos! I could name names, but you need to look no further than me, a 2-time C-4 Champion, last TNT champion, and the reigning Alchemy Superstar of the Year. And for more proof of course, current Hayabusa Cup Champion, Hermano Austin!

So, Innovation is taking over, and I promise you all…that it will be dominant.

More dominant than any group to step foot in FMW and more democratic than the two man show that runs that particular stable of perras called HavOc!

Morpheus: Oh my, I know what that P word meant!

Hostyle: FMW will become influenced by us soon enough, and innovation will be prevalent…and as for the cock-jockeys…. que estás jodido.

Flare is given the mic.

Flare: Correct. You see, one problem with most stables and groups are simply that everyone is the same. Every goal, every personality, every moral code is the same. The entire thing grows to be boring and as a result, egos grow out of control and cause the stable to implode.

The Innovative Initiative will not have this problem. As you can see our moral codes are different and in general, we are morally gray. Our personalities are different. And while we all have one goal in mind, we each have our own way in which we will go about it. We are all different, yet we are the same. That is what will set us apart from the stables before us.

We each have elements which will allows us to attack and overcome on any and all fronts. It doesn’t matter whether you are a ‘Good guy’, ‘Bad guy’ or you just don’t know yet. All that matter is that you are not an innovator and if this applies to you, allow me to warn you that we will not discriminate against whom we put down. We did not assemble under false pretenses, such as actually being one man’s lackeys under the influence of a push or something of the sort. I don’t mind doing my own dirty work or whatever it takes. None of us will mind doing what we have to do to benefit us all.

We are the epitome of a cohesive unit, FMW.

And we will accomplish our goals, whether you are with us or against us, no matter what it takes.

Stone: This is an impressive collection of talent in one stable. FMW may be in for it, if they get on these guys bad side.

Morpheus: Your God help the people who do.

Alex remains done for as “Fury” by Muse starts to play. The II raise each others hands to a huge reaction, filled with confidence.

Stone: What a night this has been, and it’s been topped off by the unveiling of another imposing group, the Innovative Initiative is now four strong!

Morpheus: Look out FMW…

Stone: For my partner, Morpheus, I’m Stone…Good Night from Madison Square Garden!