Ultimatum II PPV - RESULTS

Cherry: This match is set for a one fall! and it is for the FMW Television Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, he is the FMW Television Champion, and a member of HavOc, O’RION!!

“Fuck You (An Ode To No-one)” by the Smashing Pumpkins pumps into the arena. O'Rion slowly walks out, shoulders hunched. He is... decidedly angry. He walks at a moderate pace towards the ring, ignoring the mixture of boos, and, “Screw You's!” from the crowd. He eventually makes his way into the ring, and gets ready for the call of his opponent.

Larsen: And there, ladies and gentlemen, is your Television Champion, Recently becoming the longest reigning TV champion in FMW history, an amazing feat.

Morpheus: He cheated. It was obvious, well to me.

Larsen: But don’t forget, O’Rion is Havoc, at any second his partners could pop up and ambush Kelson.

Morpheus: Obviously there isn’t going to be any HavOc interference in this match, they’re staying away for their own matches, so I think O’Rion will want to make sure he can survive as an individual, that he is a fair champion! Even if he is slightly zany.

Cherry: And his opponent, weighing in at 226 pounds, from Montreal, Quebec, he is one of the founding members of The Innovative Initiative, CHRIS KELSON!!!!

As O’Rion poses on the turnbuckles for the fans, showing off his title, the music changes to “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse. As it hits the PA, the lights go out in the arena, strobes flash along with the rhythm and Kelson comes out of the curtain. Strobes still flash along with the music as Kelson makes his way to the ring. With a determined look on his face and a mic in hand, Kelson eventually reaches the ring, casually slides in and steps into the center, while O’Rion rests against the ropes. Kelson lifts the mic slowly to his mouth.

Kelson: Now seriously Andrew, this is enough. You’ve been pulling this same old gimmick since you became the TV Champ. It’s all “I’m better than you, grrrr”. You’re becoming a predictable has-been.

Andrew gives a bizarre expression as he calls for a mic, and receives one without a moment’s hesitation.

O’Rion: What are you saying boy? I'm the only true god damned double champion in FMW history, the best damned Escape From New York escapee, the million dollar winning, longest TV belt wearing motherfucker, Hall of Fame inductee, jet plane ridin' and cheeseburger devouring son of a bitch in Full Metal Wrestling! Now what are your achievements?

Kelson: … Soon to be TV Champion.

O’Rion: Ahahaha, no, no, no, boy. Never going to happen. But I have a better one for you… I can see it now, FMW Hall of Fame Inductor for Andrew O’Rion. How’s that sound? Pretty catchy eh.

Kelson: Burn in hell Écouter!

O’Rion gives a hesitant look before he drops his mic, flicks it away with his boot and prepares himself to grapple. In response Kelson does the same.

Larsen: Well a short exchange there by our duo but now its time to lift ratings, the referee rings the bell, and we have a contest.

Morpheus: You’re damn right we do!

Larsen: And O’Rion catches Kelson off guard and takes him down, mounting him and throwing massive punches to his head.

Morpheus: Kelson reverses. Left. Right. Left. Right. This looks fun!

Larsen: I don’t think O’Rion believes so, and he throws off Kelson. He rolls away, and we might actually have a wrestling match now! Remember folks, this match is for TV Championship, Havoc vs. The I.I, and The Champ vs. The Innovator.

Morpheus: Wow, you serious, I didn’t know that until you said it… Dumbass!

Larsen: That’s it, I’m going to ignore you. Anyways, these two wrestlers have had a fierce rivalry, they’ve exchanged words, fists, photos and girlfriends, but now it’s all coming to a head, someone will walk out with the TV Championship and the first notch against their rivals in Havoc or the I.I.

Morpheus: And after that brief lesson brought to you by Stone, O’Rion and Kelson tie up. Andrew twists the arm, and Kelson counters with a Russian Leg Sweep and rolling through and dropping it into a Cross Armbar

Larsen: O’Rion feeling the pinch, but he is in the corner of the ring, which rope to grab…He’s got one, Kelson breaks the hold and quickly rises

Morpheus: Into a Reverse DDT! Cover! One… Kick-out!

Larsen: O’Rion is going to have to show more resiliency that usual here, making sure that he doesn’t get tricked by one of Kelson’s innovative moves.

Morpheus: But Kelson would love to get that title, for the I.I to have their first champion. So, you know, I guess it’s all even.

Larsen: Still not listening.

Morpheus: Fine. Kelson trying to apply an ankle lock on O’Rion, but O’Rion kicks the Technician of innovation away! The two are slowly back onto their feet now, and another tie up between the two. O’Rion once again gets the arm, and backs Chris up into the ropes. An Irish whip across the ring, and Andrew knocks Kelson down with a big shoulder block!

Larsen: Andrew runs off the ropes, and Kelson lays low. O’Rion jumps over him and he’s off the other side again, but he’s met with a huge O-soto-gari from the technician of Innovation!

Morpheus: Cover, and O’Rion is up before the ref can slap his hand down once. O’Rion not willing to show any weakness, he can’t let this boy take control or build momentum! Kelson goes to pick him up by the hair, and is met with a huge shot to the throat from O’Rion. The referee goes to scold Andrew, but O’Rion doesn’t care!

Larsen: Kelson still clutching his throat, as Andrew leaps upon it and greets him with a sweet German Suplex! Hooks the leg…

Morpheus: One… Two… Kickout. There was no way Kelson was going down after that! Andrew picks up Kelson and Irish whips him across, Kelson rebounds, and is caught and put down into a massive Brainbuster, which puts Chris down and out! O’Rion swivels around and hooks the leg! One… Two… Kickout by Kelson. O’Rion is breaking out all of the power moves and Kelson is feeling the pain!

Larsen: Not giving Kelson any free time, O’Rion has a groggy Kelson up for a stalling suplex, and the crowds counting out the seconds.

Crowd: Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…

Morpheus: Kelson needs to do something here, all the blood’s rushing to his head!

Crowd: Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nine…oh.

Larsen: Amazing!, Kelson manages to work his arms around O’Rion’s and counter with a massive DDT!!

Morpheus: And now he swiftly kicks the ribs of O’Rion. O’Rion unable to do anything.

Larsen: And again. And again! O’Rion up on his knees, almost rising above the pain!

Morpheus: And Kelson gives a swift kick to the temple! Ouch.

Larsen: That put him back down.

Morpheus: And he drags O’Rion by the ankle towards the near turnbuckle. Kelson up top…

Larsen: …Frog Splash!! connects…

Morpheus: …NO, IT MISSES! O’Rion rolled out of the ring just in time, and now he’s got a break! Kelson nursing his lower back, O’Rion runs, going for a clothesline, and Kelson in desperation move quickly and executes an Inverted Atomic Drop Quickly followed by a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex. Taking O’Rion down! And the referee begins his count!

Referee: One, two, three, four…

Larsen: These men need to get up, The TV is still rolling.

Morpheus: That could be good for O’Rion though, it means he retains!

Larsen: Robbing the Innovators in such fashion would be cowardice!

Referee: Five, six, seven…

Morpheus: No, They had it coming, show offs!!

Larsen: Speaking of Kelson, he rolls over and drapes his arm over Andrew!

Morpheus: One… Two… ThrKICKOUT!

Larsen: Andrew doesn’t want to let go of that championship yet! And Kelson’s up, trying to figure out a way to take advantage of O’Rion’s battered body, but he seems stumped. What next?

Morpheus: Kelson assessing his options, here we go!

Larsen: He’s got O’Rion over his shoulder, now Back-to-Belly and he executes a Three-quarter Facelock Jawbreaker.

Morpheus: It’s the Rising Star Ruckus!!

Larsen: That’s got to have it, the flame from O’Rion’s eyes has disappeared.

Morpheus: Kelson goes for a pin, ONE…TWO…THRE-KICKOUT!!

Larsen: O’Rion narrowly responding in time. However Kelson can smell the win, he’s got something in mind as he groggily makes his way up the closest turnbuckle trying to pull O’Rion behind him, what’s he planning now…

Morpheus: Kelson is encouraging O’Rion to stand, he’s pushing him up the turnbuckle and shoving his own body behind to hold him there.

Larsen: Kelson wraps his arms around the waist of O’Rion, someone’s going to go Splat. Kelson with a Spider German Suplex, he must be going for the Salticidae!! But wait…somehow O’Rion flipped through the Suplex, he’s on his feet and staring into Kelson who’s lifting himself for the Frog Splash…What’s O’Rion going to do?

Morpheus: Kelson jumps! O’RION COUNTERS WITH A HUGE UPPERCUT TO THE JAW!!!

Larsen: KELSON JUST FLEW!!!

Morpheus: The impact sending Kelson sideways over the ropes and harshly down to the outside mat, falling solidly onto the side of his neck and following through with his back hitting the mat, what an awful landing!

Larsen: The crowd on their feet, trying to see the motionless Kelson, O’Rion in the ring regaining his composure and smiling away and the broken Kelson.

Morpheus: From having the title almost around his waist to being broken on the outside, this kid is just bad luck… but it all started with being up against O’Rion, he didn’t stand a chance with our decorated Champion, and our current circumstance shows this.

Larsen: So your saying that even though he has had control for numerous times in this match, he never stood a chance from the start?

Morpheus: Bingo! But back to the wrestling…O’Rion lifting and pushing Kelson’s body into the ring.

Larsen: Just pin him and let the EMT’s get to Kelson, he’s probably broken.

Morpheus: If only O’Rion was so nice, O’Rion slides in after Kelson and DOESN’T GO FOR THE PIN!

Larsen:What the F….

Morpheus: O’Rion was never a nice man, so what’s the worst move he could pull right now…

Larsen: OH MY GODDD!!! HE JUST HIT THE CROSSED WIRES!!

Morpheus: That’s it folks, O’Rion in for the pin. ONE….TWO….THREEE!!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL THE FMW Television Champion, O’RRRIONNNNNNN!!!!

O'Rion (8.42 aps + 1.8 avs = 10.22 total)
Chris Kelson (8.17 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.57 total)

Larsen: And O’Rion stands proud in the center of the ring as Kelson is pulled out from the ring by the EMT’s, Andrew looking on with a smile on his face.

O’Rion looks down to Kelson being helped up the ramp by the EMT’s as he moves forward to the ropes facing the ramp and yells “ONE DOWN, THREE TO GO!!”.

Larsen: What does that mean?

Morpheus: That O’Rion can’t count the number of opponents he’s got tonight.

Larsen: Or was that a message to the Innovative Initiative?

Morpheus: I dunno, but anyway I’m parched so time for a drinks break, we’ll see you soon folks.

And tonight, with my back pinned up against the wall, the odds against me, with all hope seemingly lost. I will do what I've always done.
Overcome.

Nick Bryson is seen walking through the halls backstage, to a cheer from the audience. His head is bandaged and he has a noticeable limp. He is interrupted by Veronica Cherrywood, who practically assaults him with the microphone. After removing it from the immediate vicinity of his face, Bryson gives her a polite smile.

Cherrywood: Nick! Nick! How are you feeling after Alex O’Rion’s vicious attack on you at No Holds Barred?

Bryson: Would you show the clip?

Cherrywood: Uh, sure... why?

Bryson: Let’s just say ‘for motivation’.

[/quote]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![/quote]

Bryson: So to answer your original question? It’s a little difficult to move my head from left to right, my shoulder is dislocated and it took the doctors three hours to put it back into place, and I’ve been in and out of concussions for the past week.

Cherrywood: Do you believe Alex thinks it’s going to slow you down?

Bryson: If he does, he’s dead wrong. I fought my entire career to get to this point. Last Ultimatum, I was a spectator. I watched my cousin capture the belt from Ethan Black, and then when I went to celebrate with him... well, everyone knows what happened. And immediately following that, Jaro locked us into a war with him just to keep this company running. I was burned at the stake. I was forced to demolish my own cousin with a lead pipe. I was beaten down and spent more nights in hospital than I can foggily remember. And on top of that, I watched all of my friends endure the same thing, while I could do nothing. But I got back up and I fought. And we prevailed, because we wouldn’t give up. In our darkest hour, we prevailed. When Alex turned on us? When he stabbed our back right at the deciding point of the War? I thought we were done for, Drew and I. But once again we fought through it and we survived, we brought this company along with us, we helped it live on. I pushed through all of that and it didn’t slow me down, and neither will this.

Cherrywood: Do you have any words for Alex?

Bryson: Absolutely. Tonight, things come full circle. You’ve gotten exactly what you wanted, haven’t you, Alex? This is why you betrayed us. It wasn’t long ago that you were on the receiving end of the beatdown, like myself at NHB. Tonight, I’m bringing you back that memory. I will remind you of what it feels like to be stretchered out of the arena. And with my back against the wall, my title on the line, with any chance of my victory seemingly gone, I’m going to do what I’ve done every time before: OVERCOME.

Bryson walks past Cherrywood and she stares after him as he departs.

The backstage locker room is our setting as we enter upon Mark Johansson unlacing his boots. He is joined a few seconds later by Leon Caprice, who looks beaten and bruised, as well as a little demoralised.

Johansson: Hey, Leon. Unlucky out there, but kudos on the first two pinfalls.

Caprice: Doesn’t mean jack all if I don’t win, does it? It’s the last pinfall that counts.

Johansson: I suppose... but there’ll be other chances. Plus, none of us are really on Bryson’s level yet.

Johansson stands and offers his hand to Caprice.

Johansson: We’ve not got long until we get a tag team shot anyway, hey? We’re doing well, cheer up.

Out of nowhere, Caprice advances on his partner and shoves him against the lockers, holding him tightly.

Caprice: Please. Team? We’re no team. You didn’t even have my back out there. I’m tired of this, Mark. Tired of not getting recognised.

Johansson: Recognised? You’re one of the fan favourites here!

Caprice: I’d rather be Champion than ‘fan favourite’.

Caprice walks out of the room, and Johansson brushes himself off, not too thrilled at his partner’s attitude.


Larsen: Welcome back, ladies and gents! We now have something of a grudge match between the Russian Scorpion, Koldan Izmaylov, and the returning veteran Technician.

Morpheus: Personally, I think it's grossly unfair on the Russian to have to fight this guy. By winning Apostasy's Through Hell and Back Ladder Invitational, Izmaylov earned the right to wrestle anyone he chose at Ultimatum. And what does the Technician do? He comes out and goads Koldan into a match, so he could get himself on the card, the selfish, arrogant pri-

“Russian Sting”, the redubbed “Battle -World Map-” kicks in over the sound system as Koldan walks out to a volley of boos. In his left hand he clutches a microphone. He walks down to the ring with a little swagger to his step as the fans at ringside hurl abuse at him. He snarls angrily at the negative reaction, but continues on unperturbed.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the nation of Russia... the “Russian Scorpion”... Koldan Izmaylov!

Larsen: I think the Russian may have something to say.

Morpheus: Really? And what makes you think that, you autistic little genius?

Larsen: I have family who are autistic.

Morpheus: I wonder why.

With an unusual smile on his face, Koldan raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak, the boos from the crowd almost drowning him out. Almost.

Koldan: Good evening Canada, you may have heard of me. My name is Koldan Izmaylov. And I have come out here now, to ask you... vy do you jeer me? Did I do sumzing wrong? No... I vill tell you the reason. It is because I am come from Russia. All you Canada wastes of space... you cannot stand Russia. You see, Canada is, in every way, an inferior country to the Motherland. Canada is and, always vill be, second to my great nation. Let us... how you say... break it down. Russia is biggest country in the world. Canada is second. In the Winter Olympics of '06, Canada lost at hockey to Russia. And zis trend is not new; in '84, '88 and '92 it happened. And here I vas in the mind of you Canada types to be good at zat sport. You know vat I find funny? Russia could destroy zis disgusting land viz one single nuclear warhead, and nobody vud care!

The passionate Ontarian crowd verbally assault the Russian for all he is worth, but he doesn't budge.

Koldan: You are all so pathetic. Just like your country. But, you know, what really gets me, is zat zis country is nothing more than the puppet of ze Amerikanski. Like a baby suckling at the teat of its mother... you are helpless without ze Americans. In America, you can get a job in ze Army, go to war, fight, and die... all for America. And ve call zat patriotism. And in Canada, you can get a job in ze Army, go to war, fight, and die... for America. Hopeless. It is too bad, I think, that no Canadian is strong enough to face me tonight, so instead I shall settle for ze Technician, an American. But, of course... Canada is used to having America fight its battles for it, hm?

“Chinese Sleep Chant” by Coldplay flickers into life as the Technician rushes down to the ring, ripping off his shirt as he goes. Koldan drops the microphone as Technician slides in, quickly assaulting Koldan with MMA-style punches and kicks. Cherry ducks out of the way as the bell rings. Some of the older members of the audience holler their approval at the return.

Larsen: Technician wasting no time here.

Morpheus: I still don't know why anybody can cheer for this guy. What the hell has he ever done?

Larsen: Well, he's one of the pioneers of the original NEW, he's one of the hardest working guys in the business and he has the heart of a true wrestler.

Morpheus: And what did that ever get him? Squat, that's what. He gave The Celt the rub, Larsen. The Leprecan't. Come on.

Larsen: Tech on the immediate offensive here, laying into Koldan with jabs and kicks. A vicious chop to the chest, and it appears that Technician was really offended by what Izmaylov had to say.

Morpheus: And the Scorpion gets cracked with a DDT. Tech's not letting up at all, he's dropped down and cinched in that STF. But the Russian's tougher than that!

Larsen: Koldan breaks the hold by rolling over and Tech is forced to release. Both men up to their feet, they each go for a clothesline – both men down! The Russian to his feet first, he grabs the smaller Technician by the ankle, hoists him up – and slams him back again!

Morpheus: Early cover. ONE, T- Not enough, Technician kicks out in time.

Larsen: Koldan rolls off, pulls himself up by the ropes and stamps on Technician to keep him down, what a violent boot across the back of the neck!

Morpheus: He shows off to the crowd, and listen to them jeer! This is not the way to treat a foreign national!

Larsen: Oh please, listen to yourself. Izmaylov had better watch out though, as Technician is up to his feet! Koldan turns... and eats an enzuigiri!

Morpheus: It's the Tech on the offensive now! He hits a jawbreaker, following up with a flying clothesline!

Larsen: He sweeps around that flying clothesline... and hooks in a rear naked choke hold! But the bigger man simply rolls over and powers out of it!

Morpheus: An impressive distinction here between the two men, Izmaylov is one of the biggest men on the roster, standing at six foot six. Poor Technician is only six foot.

Larsen: Truly a case of David versus Goliath.

Morpheus: Except David won. Tech won't.

Larsen: We'll see. The Russian offers a lock-up, the American accepts. Both men struggle, neither one getting an advantage.

Morpheus: Cold War, bitches!

Larsen: Yes, you could say that... idiot. Tech twists Koldan's arms around, hits him with a cross-arm overhead release suplex. He bounces off the far ropes, runs back... spinning legdrop! Cover! ONE! TW-

Morpheus: Not enough to keep down the big man.

Larsen: Tech seems to holding that leg quite tenderly, he may have injured it when he landed... or possibly he's suffering from ring rust.

Morpheus: And Koldan now attacks that leg... a couple of kicks and Tech is down to one knee. What's Izmaylov doing, a Shining Wizard?

Larsen: He runs to the kneeling Technician... and shakes his head, laughing. Big boot to the face and Tech drops! But Koldan's not done, as now he hoists Tech to his feet, and up to his shoulders!

Morpheus: …

Larsen: …

Morpheus: ...long lift time, huh?

Larsen: Very long... all of Tech's blood must be in his head by now...

Morpheus: ...BAM! Russian Sting!

Larsen: And a cover by Koldan, natch. ONE, TWO, TH- wow, I did not expect Technician to get up from that one! And Izmaylov looks around himself, extremely frustrated... wait, what's he doing? He's slid out of the ring and the referee is telling him to get back inside! Oh god, he's coming this way!

Morpheus: Koldan is getting a chair from beside the table here! Technician's getting up from that Russian Sting, and I still don't think Tech believes he's in this! He's noticed that Koldan's gone for the chair too!

Larsen: And Izmaylov is being told to put down that chair by the referee, while Tech looks on... wait, who is this!

Morpheus: It's Jonathan, Koldan's therapist! He seemed to appear out of nowhere! What's he doing here?

Larsen: He's slid that chair in his hands into the ring... no, Jonathan! Don't do it!

Morpheus: That clang echoed around the arena! The Technician sinks like a stone and Jonathan bails out of there! Where's your experience now, bitch?

Larsen: He was taken unawares! There's no way Technician could have know!

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah. The referee turns around just as Jonathan made the dodge, and Koldan drops and covers. There's not a cat in hell's chance this isn't the Russian's win. One! Two! Three!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of pinfall... Koldan Izmaylov!

Koldan Izmaylov (7.5 aps + 2.1 avs = 9.6 total)
The Technician (7.28 aps + 1.0 avs = 8.28 total)

Jonathan rolls out from under the ring again and gets into the ring to celebrate with Koldan, who for the first time notices his demented, grinning therapist. With a small shrug, he has his hand raised by both Jonathan and the referee, to clamorous boos from the audience.

Larsen: Technician had this win stolen from right under his nose!

Morpheus: What're you gonna do? That's the name of the game.

Larsen: No it isn't! It's about fair play.

Morpheus: Fair play. Right. That and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee.

We go backstage to Chris Austin, Hostyle and Flare, the latter two of whom are drinking champagne. Austin, with a match yet to come, obviously has no alcohol in his hands, but celebrates with his Initiative partners nonetheless for Flare’s Gold Card win.

Flare: Where is Kelson, out of curiosity?

Hostyle: Hermano Kelson is still blowing off steam after his match. He wasn’t too thrilled with losing to O’Rion.

Austin: I’d love to stay and party longer, gents, and once we’re all done tonight I’ll rejoin you, but I have to focus on Romeo for a while. Congrats again, Flare.

Flare nods to his stablemate as Austin leaves the room to prepare for his match with Romeo. Flare toasts himself with Hostyle and takes a drink of champagne, savouring it.

Flare: This has been a long time coming, Style. I have dreamt about this moment. Ever since Ultimatum One! And now it’s here, it’s in my hands, it’s finally tangible.

A slow clap emanates from the doorway and both the Initiative members turn to see Alex O’Rion standing there, clapping sarcastically.

Alex: Bravo, gentlemen. Bravo indeed. Congratulations, Flare. I hope you’re happy with your little trading card there. Look, I’ve been fighting since day one to earn myself this chance, and it disgusts me that someone like YOU can just walk in here and flip the ref your card, take your guaranteed shot. It’s actually close to physically sickening.

Flare: In case you’ve forgotten, Lex, I too have been in Full Metal since day one. But unlike you, I did not compromise my integrity to get to where I am today.

Alex: I hadn’t forgotten. Neither have I forgotten about your attack on me at the end of Ho Holds Barred. Your SNEAK attack, I might add.

Hostyle: Sneak? There was nothing sneaky about it at all. If you dare to disrespect the Initiative, you pay the price.

Alex: Here’s the deal. When I walk out of here tonight as Champion, I look forward to beating the shit out of you, Flare. Make no mistake, I will prove to you that you don’t have what it takes to reside in the upper echelons of Full Metal Wrestling – just like I’ll do to Nicky tonight.

Flare: I honestly don’t care whether it’s you or Bryson, but whoever it is should be watching their backs. I can strike whenever I please. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Any time the Champion is near, so too shall I be.

Alex: Desperate for attention, obviously. Don’t worry. When I beat Nick, I’ll give you my full attention. And payback will be a bitch for each and every one of you.

Alex leaves the room with a sinister smile, much to Flare’s hatred. Hostyle rolls his eyes and takes a sip of champagne.

Hostyle: Should we do something about that Alex pendejo, Flare?

Flare: Don’t bother. He’ll get his soon enough. Grab your bags, it’s time for the Prince of Pretty to hit the clubs and celebrate.

Flare leads Hostyle out of the room and the two exit the arena to a flurry of photographers.

Buggers and Danse Macabre stand patiently in and around the ring. "The Warrior's Code" by the Dropkick Murphys hits the arena and The Fighting Irish make their entrance waving an Irish flag.

Buster Cherry: The following match is a triple threat tag match under Ultraviolent rules.

Morpheus: This is going to be a blood bath.

Stone: Any team could pick up the win here today, with such stipulations it can just come down to luck.

Morpheus: Now that’s a lie! Look at Buggers they have the perfect strategy. BUG tramples them and then Butters slide in for the pin, easy!

Stone: That’s if Butters can stay alive, it’s all about luck with a bit of strategy.

Morpheus: Even before the fighting Irish enter the ring, the two teams in the ring have started already, with BUG hurriedly running at Damien and Gabriel, Damien runs at him, ducks the swinging fist and runs at Butters. Takedown on Butters! But where the hell is the ref?

As the Fighting Irish are about to enter the ring, they see what’s happening and hold back for a few seconds, until some order is enforced.

Stone: And this man must be the ref… Although who ordered a huge 7ft, mask and black robed giant?

Morpheus: Well I don’t think anyone will be arguing with the ref now…

The masked ref makes his way gradually to the ring, seeing the Irish in front of him he eventually reaches them and with two solid grabs to the throats rolls PX into the ring near BUG and chokeslams Celt on the outside.

Stone: WHAT THE HELL? Who is this ref?

Morpheus: I’ve heard it’s the Voice, but he seems awesome! This is going to be a fun match, I might actually enjoy it now!

Stone: Well although the Celt lies on the outside, PX isn’t to much better. Both Gabriel and PX are caught in BUG’s massive grip, and with such a reach, they can’t do anything

Morpheus: Pure brute force right there! That’s what I’m talking about!

Stone: I forget you used to be a hardcore champion yourself, you must have an idea of how things work?

Morpheus: Well…

Stone: Bug throws PX carelessly out of the ring, focusing solely on Gabriel. He’s got something planned for him. The ref is in the ring.

Morpheus: You finished!! Now, the best idea is usually to be the first to get a weapon, and if you’re not, get the other man to drop his.

Stone: Speaking of weapons, Celt appears to be getting some from under the ring. Damien is stomping away at Butters in the corner. And with Bug lifting Crow up, Powerbomb!! Celts back in the ring with a freaking steel chain! He moves towards BUG, but wait! Low blow from Damien Inferno to Celt!

Morpheus: Didn’t see that one coming.

Stone: Damien lifts up Crow as they now pick up the downed Celt and deliver a double powerbomb.

Morpheus: I still think BUG’s was better!

Stone: PX rolls into the ring and he has a fire extinguisher, he’s just sprayed it in the eyes of both Crow and Damien! PX nails Crow in the gut and Damien in the face!

Morpheus: Those things fucking hurt you know!

Stone: PX helps his brother to his feet, Celt still clutching his groin area.

Morpheus: And here it is, The Fighting Irish vs. BUG, PX runs around BUG, dodging the few swipes coming his way. And here is their action plan, PX with a chop block and Celt with a clothesline, THE BUG IS DOWN!! Wait, Butters from behind with a bulldog to Celt.

Stone: This is fast action, every man is trying their best to be the victor!

Morpheus: Wait a minute, that ref has just thrown a trash can in the ring and grabbed a steel chair and slid that in before returning to the ring.

Stone: The ref threw in that trash can but Butters has grabbed the lid and he’s using it to clear house!

Morpheus: Shot to the face of Damien, geez, that guys going to need corrective surgery if he takes anymore damage to the face!

Stone: Celt is up, he grabs and throws the chair at Butters who catches it.

Morpheus: Stupid Irishman!

Stone: Dropkick! Celt just dropkicked the steel chair into Butters face, cover for the 2 count!

Morpheus: I stand corrected, that was pretty well executed.

Stone: Gabriel Crow is up and he’s grabbed the trash can!

Morpheus: Crow puts the trash can over Celt’s head and picks up a steel chair, he’s having a small giggle as Celt stumbles back and forth.

Stone: Massive shot to the Celt who is still inside that trash can! Celt goes down and Crow rains down on him with another shot .

PX is up and comes to the aid of his brother, going fist to fist with Crow. However, Damien Inferno is up and he attacks PX with a club to the spine.

Stone: Damien and Crow are lifting PX up for a double suplex!

Morpheus: The BUG is getting up, times running out for everyone else, the BUG will return!! Butters is climbing the turnbuckle, lifting his arms to the crowd as he does. He’s in position, what’s happening?

Stone: OH MY! Double suplex and cross body off the top rope from Butters!

Morpheus: Now that was cool!

Stone: Butters with the cover, but PX kicks out.

Morpheus: Crow and Damien grab Butters and throw him against the ropes, he comes back and gets a snap suplex from Crow for his troubles. Crow and Damien connect heads!! And PX connects as well, BUG is up and is playing connect four!!

Stone: Celt is finally moving, he’s got that trash can off his head and he’s bleeding badly.

Morpheus: BUG’s seen something as he goes over to Celt as he finally gets to his feet.

Stone: A big right hand from Bug on Celt.

Morpheus: Celt stumbles but doesn’t fall.

Stone: Another right hand.

Morpheus: Celt falls against the ropes, losing his balance for a short period

Morpheus: Dammit, Bug, don’t start taunting…

Stone: Too late, and PX from behind with a low blow… Followed by a superkick from Celt!

Morpheus: Great teamwork! Celt with the pin on BUG, ONE…TWO…TH-KICKOUT!!

Stone: PX rolls out of the ring and goes looking for a weapon, he grabs a Singapore cane from under the ring.

Morpheus: It seems tonight that the Irish have been the men when it comes to getting the weapons involved.

Stone: Can’t argue with that, but Butters is up, baseball slide to PX on the outside!

Morpheus: He’s not the only one, Damien and Crow are up and their hammering away on the bloody Celt.

Butters starts whipping PX into the stairs but PX reverses it.

Stone: PX has that Singapore cane, he’s waiting for Butters to get up… and a massive shot to the forehead!

Morpheus: Butters is opened up, he’s bleeding right above his left eye… It feels like watching people fight at the Roman coliseums or something.

Stone: Butters is crawling over to the crowd barrier and pulling himself over it amongst the screaming fans.

Morpheus: He’s bolting for it.

Stone: PX is following Butters like a stalking cat… And Inferno has just jumped out the ring to follow him too! Back in the ring and Gabriel is choking Bug with a piece of barbed wire.

Morpheus: Where the hell did that come from? Ah who cares, it’s hardcore!

Stone: The Celt gets up and gets a trash can lid, wrapping it around the skull of Crow in a crushing blow.

Morpheus: Payback is a BITCH!

Stone: That looked nearly fatal!

Morpheus: Check out the dents… Awesome.

Stone: Bug is bleeding from the throat where the barbed wire was pulling, he’s struggling to his feet.

Morpheus: Get up BUG!

Stone: DDT onto the trash can from Celt! Hold on, ladies and gentlemen we are now going to the backstage area where we have a camera crew following the rest of the superstars.

Morpheus: Where did those suckers run off to?

Stone: We cut backstage, where Inferno is busy smashing a dent in the wall with PX’s head. Butters is lying near them, bleeding profusely. Damien now with a DDT to PX, but that’s not all. He’s lifting Butters up and there it is…DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON THE CONCRETE!! He’s following up with a pin…ONE…TWO…THREEEE!!!

Buster Cherry: BUGGERS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Morpheus: I don’t think BUG knows, he’s wrecking havoc in the ring and he should be walking out back.

Stone: BUG has just smashed a stop sign over Celts head, he’s going for the cover! But the ref is not counting, He’s trying to tell the giant but it’s not working. But he’s not signalling for the giant to go out back, he’s pointing at Celt, who is this ref?

Morpheus: BUG looks down to Celt and picks him up into a Military Press, what ease. He slowly makes his way to the edge of the ring and throws Celt to the floor below!! That’s gotta be a 4m fall!

Stone: And with that the Ref yells at BUG to head up the ramp, his night is over. But now we are down to two teams, The Fighting Irish vs. Danse Macabre, talking about the Danse Macabre, where is Angelus?

Morpheus: Not sure…probably got the back end of a stop sign or something and is lying under the ring.

Stone: So positive!

Crow rolls over and slides out the ring, but doesn’t make it to his feet due to blood loss. The ring has patches of crimson on in various places.

Morpheus: I told you this would be a blood bath!

Stone: Crow lifts Celt up, he’s rolling him back into the ring, this could be the end, where is PX?

Morpheus: Dead most likely, he was getting pummeled before!

The MetalTron flicks backstage.

Stone: PX fighting off Inferno, Left, right, left, right, and for the exclamation mark Irish Annihilation!! Inferno is down and PX has found a couple of chairs, what’s this?

Morpheus: Oh FUCK, He wouldn’t!!

Stone: He’s setting it up, he’s got Inferno’s groggy head on the chair and he’s climbing a table, he’s going for it…TOTAL OVERKILL!!

Morpheus: He can have it here, PX with the pin, ONE…Wait, the ref isn’t even looking, he’s turned a blind eye.

Stone: Something is off with the ref… he’s favouring the Danse Macabre, but why? PX has held that pin for more than a 10 count, he’s been robbed, and he knows it! He has let go of the pin and is running back to the ring, but WAIT!! Angelus with a clothesline out of nowhere, PX is down on the concrete and Angelus is stomping all over him.

Morpheus: What a clever kid! Block the entry to the ring. Now Celt looks like a goner.

Stone: Inferno has Celt in the center, he’s down for the pin, ONE, TWO THR-KICKOUT!! That was a fast count, but Celt kicked out, he’s resilient.

Morpheus: Or stupid, just give in! You don’t look so bad afterwards that way.

Stone: But they are called the Fighting Irish for a reason… how long can they last?

Morpheus: Crow is getting slightly frustrated, he’s lifting Celt to his feet. He’s looking to end it now…ONE WAY TRIP STRAIGHT TO HELL!!

Stone: COUNTER!! Celt with a Castlebar Kiss and then with a Celtic Cleaver, what instinct…Celt’s staying up, pitting for rest rather than a pin attempt. A wise choice.

Morpheus: But with all those shots, The bin, the stop sign he’s got to be dazed.

Stone: Celt looks up to the Megatron as it flick too backstage, with both Inferno and Angelus throwing punches into the motionless body of PX, he has to do something.

Morpheus: And Celt is making his way out of the ring, but he doesn’t see the ref stick out his leg, Celt is down and the ref is dragging him into the center.

Stone: Now this ref is going too far, What does the voice have against the Irish??

Morpheus: Maybe he wants some of the luck, had enough of the damn Irish getting lucky. Celt’s getting up and he’s in the face of the ref!

Stone: A lot of heated words from Celt, he’s really laying into the ref, he can see what’s happening. Crow is getting to his feet though…But Celt see’s him and delivers the Kenpo Fist, so many fists flying and that sets Crow down again. Celt turns to the ref to narrowly dodge a right from the robed man, and for that Celt delivers a Mind Yer Step… Celt’s cleaning the ring!

Morpheus: He took out the ref, but who cares…it’s legal!

Stone: Celt now climbing out of the ring and racing off to the backstage area, picking up the Singapore cane on the way… time to go Jedi on their asses.

The Megatron flick over to the backstage area, with both Inferno and Angelus still laying into PX

Morpheus: PX is getting demolished, Where is Celt?

Stone: And here he is! A shot to the side of Angelus’s head, Inferno turns to see what it was and gets one in between the eyes… Celt is on a roll! The Fighting Irish are together again, and it will be hard to separate them now, or will it!

By now both Crow and The Voice have joined Inferno and Angelus backstage

Morpheus: This looks like fun!

Stone: Celt grabs a chair near him and hands the cane to PX as he slowly gets to his feet… Counting the weapons as well, we now have an even match.

Morpheus: It’s become a stand-still, Someone please make a move!

Stone: And here it goes, Danse Macabre all move on the two, Celt with a chair shot to Angelus’s stomach, PX gives a whack to Crow, Then to Inferno and then back to Crow.

Morpheus: Now The Voice jumps in too, he gets a fist to PX’s chest before taking a head shot from Celt’s chair. How long can the Irish last for?

Stone: Wave after wave of fists from Danse Macabre meeting the weapons of the Irish, The Danse Macabre are slowly tiring, Celt with a swinging chair shot, this time connecting with all three attackers, the ref staying back…

Morpheus: They are fighting for their lives, if either one of them falls they are both doomed to be cripples…

Stone: With all members temporarily down from the chair shot, PX starts to rapidly whack both of Angelus and Inferno with the cane, keeping them down as Celt pulls Crow aside. Now this must be it, the ref has kept his distance, he’s not entirely bent on killing them.

Morpheus: For now…Celt seems to have as idea as he lifts Crow onto a table, what’s he planning, He kicks the back of Crow’s knees and sends him down on them, what’s happening?

Stone: Celt has put himself behind Crow, this looks familiar…It must be it, ETERNAL DRIVER!!!

Morpheus: What a modification, but it was effective as it sends Crow smashing down to the concrete.

Stone: Celt jumps down and quickly lifts the leg for the pin, PX turning with the cane to make sure that the ref counts.

Morpheus: The ref is down, he has to count, ONE…..TWO…..THREEE!!!

Buster Cherry: The Danse Macabre have been ELIMINATED, Therefore, the winners of the Match, The team of The Celt and Pure Extremist…THE FIGHTING IRISH!!!

Pure Extremist and The Celt (8.05 aps + 8.12 aps + 2.1 avs = 17.27 total)
Gabriel Crow and Damien Inferno (7.44 aps + 7.48 aps + 0.8 avs = 15.72 total)
Butters and Notorious B.U.G. (6.5 aps - 0.3 penalty + 7.4 aps + 0.2 avs = 13.8 total)

Stone: What a match, what ability, what comradery… They deserved the win and now to confront this ref… its 2-1 now!

Morpheus: But if you’re that size I’d say you’re at least an extra half.

The Voice reaches to the back of his robe and pulls out a steel chain.

Morpheus: What the hell!! Where did he pull that from, this doesn’t look so nice for the Irish now.

Stone: PX and Celt slowly back away, trying not to anger the giant any more. However the giant begins to speak…

The Voice: CONGRATULATIONS!!...NOW YOU DIE!

Stone: Such harsh words from the Voice as he swiftly moves forward, swinging the chain towards PX and connecting with the side of his head. PX is out and Celt has no option but to stick around and defend PX.

Morpheus: But he’s got no chance against that giant. The Voice drops the chain and picks up Celt with two hands to the neck, lifting him above his head, the Voice sends him crashing down with a Khali bomb!!

Stone: Most action in FMW happens in the matches, but somehow I think that The Voice has just started. With both Irishmen laid out in front of him. By this time it seems as though Danse Macabre have retreated from the area, seeing the wrath of The Voice, I’d do the same.

Morpheus: That’s because you’re weak!!

Stone: I’d rather be weak than DEAD!!

Morpheus: I’d rather you shut up than talk!

Stone: Shove it!! Back to the action folks, This match is officially over but it seems though that the ref, aka The Voice wants some judgment. He’s not letting up, Stomping on the agonizing bodies of the Irish, why is he doing this?

Morpheus: Cause it looks like fun!!

Stone: Even so, those men were brutalized throughout that match, they deserve their moment but they were robbed by a thick headed giant!

Morpheus: And you better stop gibbering and actually commentate this, it’s pure gold, Looks he’s picked the chain up!!

Stone: What’s he doing with it, he’s tying it around the ankles of both men, locking it in securely and grabbing the other end of the chain.

Morpheus: Is he planning on dragging them back here so I can see? Awesome!!!

Stone: Exactly as my fellow commentator predicted, The Voice is now pulling the chain over his shoulder and dragging the distressed Irishmen behind him.

Morpheus: When have we ever seen such carnage from a man of his size, it’s beautiful!!

Stone: Truly disgusting more like it, The Voice has just stepped over the crowd barricade, He turns to grab the chain closer to the Irishmen’s ankles but receive a spontaneous kick to the face from both men for that…BUT WAIT, THE MASK FELL OFF…WHO IS THE VOICE??

Morpheus: He’s lifting his head, he’s even facing us. What a moment, I’m going to be the first person to see!

Stone: THE VOICE IS CAK!!! CRAZY ASH KILLA!!! HE’S BACK!

Morpheus: Holy shit!! I thought we had seen the last of him, this is insane!!

Stone: Well we might have just seen the return of CAK, but that isn’t stopping him, with brute force he grabs the end of the chain again and pulls it hard enough to destroy the barricade and have the Fighting Irish dragged through it!

Morpheus: What’s he got planned now, are we going to see a couple of crucifixions?

Stone: It doesn’t look like that at CAK effortlessly pushes the stairs away from the closest turnbuckle and pulls the chain around the turnbuckle and dragging both Celt and PX against the steel pole.

Morpheus: Well he’s got them in place, and with a few extra stomps the chests he faces both men upright and wraps the excess chain around their NECKS!!

Stone: These men, who actually won their match are now tied to the turnbuckle and having the life squeezed out of them by CAK pulling the chain around their throats…

Within moments both men nod their heads to a motionless point, unconscious from the events that have unfolded.

Morpheus: Now this would normally be enough for a regular Giant but this is CAK!! So hang on folks. There is still more.

Stone: CAK is such a force in FMW, and tonight in his ultimate unveiling, Wouldn’t want to be either Celt or PX tonight.

Morpheus: Of course not, to anger the beast you will get the horns and so it has proven, yet CAK isn’t done yet, he’s moving around the ring. He’s got the stop sign!

Stone: Ok, it’s no sledgehammer or chair, but ok? Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt them too much.

CAK gradually makes his way back to the duo, stop sign in hand.

Morpheus: Here we go, he’s stopped in front of them, the Irish still haven’t moved since being choked, but CAK doesn’t care, he’s gripping the sign with two hands and lifting it above his head…Holy Shit!!!

Stone: OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! CAK WITH A COLLOSSAL SWING INTO THE FACES OF THE IRISH!!!

Morpheus: …They must have broken noses after that, it was square in the face. But wait, he’s lifting up again…WHACK!! Another hit to the same spot! And ANOTHER!! He is killing them…

Stone: This is to gruesome to watch, the blood oozing from Celt’s nose, mouth and above his left eye and from PX’s nose, chin and mouth…these guys didn’t deserve this.

CAK continues to hit them with the stop sign for another 5 or 6 times before dropping it in superiority, and walking away down past the ring and up the ramp.

Morpheus: I’m going to be sick after that…

Stone: I hope the EMT’s get here quickly…No men deserves this, So we pray that these men can recover from these injuries and come back to us safely… God speed!

Morpheus: You’re such a pussy.

Backstage, the members of Danse Macabre are rather frustrated as they walk down the hallway. There is a tense silence between the members until-

Angelus: A biased ref, an extra member, and you two STILL could not get the job done.

Crow/Inferno: SHUT UP.

Scorpio: You are permitted to turn those frowns upside down, gentlemen.

The three men turn to see Eric Scorpio step out of the shadows, grinning widely.

Scorpio: You remind me of a younger version of me. When I first began here. I can sense an evil aura around you all. You’re hungry enough, and certainly deranged enough, but you’re also clueless. You need to stop preaching your twisted beliefs and actually take matters into your own hands. Look at me. I treaded water, losing matches to superstars far worse in skill and ability than myself. But I saw the light. I harnessed my potential and became FMW Champion. And it was my focus, not my beliefs, that took me there.

Crow: Get to the point.

Scorpio: The point is that you have the tools but not the guidance. You’re about to watch the master in action, gentlemen. After I’ve won this match, I can make you an offer that you will never be able to refuse.

Scorpio departs with a rather evil-sounding laugh, and the Danse Macabre members whisper amongst themselves as he leaves.

The sold out crowd comes to life. A drum fill precedes a roaring brass line as the speakers pump out the Latin Jazz sounds of “Friend Like Me” as performed by Wayne Bergeron. Boos match the sound level of the music, as Christian G. Smitten walks out from backstage. Wearing a blazer jacket over his wrestling attire, he strolls confidently down to the ring.

Cherry: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the Number One Contender to the Full Metal Wrestling Championship!!! Introducing first, weighing in at 290 pounds, he hails from Salt Lake City, Utah, CHRRRRISTIAANNN GEEEEEEE SMMMMMMMIIIIIITTTTEEEEEENNNNN

Stone: Two former Champions. Two dreams to make history. Two old friends. Two men looking to settle the score.

Foxx: One ring. One opportunity. One chance. One match. One winner.

Stone: Christian G. Smitten. Eric Scorpio. Where can we start? The history between the pair is long and decorated. Both men caught a massive break under Saint Michael Dreamkiller as members of Team Dream, along with James McDaygo. The pair then took their services to Dreamkiller directly to the super stable “Original Sin”.

Foxx: Eric quickly rose to the top then, dethroning Drew Michaels for the FMW Championship, while Smitten kept potential challengers at bay with the Gold Card. Both men unsuccessfully defended the honor of the Sin at Lethal Injection, in the match voted the greatest of the year, and possibly of all time.

Stone: Smitten took advantage of the Gold Card at Circus Maximus and won his FMW Championship while Scorpio fought in the grueling Mount Vesuvius match. It was actually highly suspected that Scorpio would invoke his rematch clause at the super show, but Smitten beat him to the punch.

Foxx: Scorpio did have some retribution though, being one of the fan's options for the Catalyst main event. Unfortunately, Nick Bryson earned the fan's vote and went through to the match. So while Smitten was busy losing the FMW Title, Scorpio won his farewell match against Skyler Striker, or so we thought.

Stone: After being shocked at his farewell speech, Eric Scorpio would return at No Holds Barred, in the main event Tag Team Match as part of Team Bryson. But he would also interrupt in Smitten's acceptance speech for his FMW Superstar of the Year award, and challenge his old foe to the match he was supposed to have with TyranT, before his unexpected retirement.

Foxx: Ultimatum 2 comes around, and we are here, at this very moment right now, Smitten standing in the middle of the ring, pacing around, waiting for the man who's career has been intertwined with his.

Smitten doesn't wait long in the middle of the ring, as crash cymbals precede the singular guitar. The lyrics sing out over the arena as the lights dim to a dull glow. Camera Flashes go off as a mist covers the stage. As “Hallowed be thy Name” by Iron Maiden settles into its rock feel, an explosion of Pyrotechnics go off, bringing out Eric Scorpio. Scorpio stares Smitten down from the start of the ramp, ignoring the boos and hisses he receives.

Cherry: And the opponent, hailing from Sudbury, Ontario, he weighs in at a lean 265 pounds, he is ERRRRRRRRRRICCCC SSSSSSSCOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPPIIIIOOOOOO!!!!!

Stone: The atmosphere in this arena is electric. Neither superstar have moved since they locked eyes.

Foxx: It's intense Stone, there's no denying that. Eric Scorpio and Christian G. Smitten are about as evenly matched as you'll. Sure, Smitten holds an advantage in the win/loss department, but it is insignificant, especially on a big stage such as this.

Stone: Scorpio has started his walk to the ring. The pair have been booked against each other three times. At No Holds Barred 1 and last Ultimatum both were in the same match, but neither man scored a decisive win over the other. They also met at Anarchy 7.4, where Smitten was lucky to score a count out victory.

Foxx: To the kids in NEW, and those curtain jerkers down the roster, get your note pads out and start taking notes, these two have been to the top and know exactly how hard it is to get there. This is going to be the benchmark.

Stone: Eric Scorpio climbs into the ring, Smitten still hasn't moved. We're ready for action here at Ultimatum Two, and the crowd is spending big in the vocal department. The referee's called for the bell, but you can hardly hear it over this sell out crowd. We're underway!

Foxx: Smitten and Scorpio quick to lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Neither man giving an inch. Scorpio manages to get the early advantage with a Side head lock, but Smitten's able to power out of it.

Stone: Massive back hand chop to the chest of Scorpio, sends him stumbling backwards. Smitten tries to follow up, but Scorpio fires off a back hand of his own. Smitten catches the second one, and transitions it into a hammer lock. Scorpio pops the shoulder and twists it into a hammer lock of his own.

Foxx: Eric Scorpio tries to follow up the hammer lock with a bulldog, but Smitten's caught him mid flight. He tries to move into a back suplex, but Scorpio way too athletic, as he flips in mid air, and lands gently on his feet behind Smitten.

Stone: Scorpio tries a different approach, he attempts a rear naked choke. Smitten's just that little bit too tall and strong at this stage of the game, and he easily backs Eric Scorpio into the corner. Referee's calling for the rope break, and Scorpio lets it go. We're back to square one here.

The crowd gives a polite applause as Smitten backs away from the cornered Scorpio. The pair continue to lock eyes, refusing to back down. Scorpio flies out of the corner, and knocks Smitten down with an aggressive clothesline.

Foxx: Scorpio figures he needs to kick the tempo up a bit here. Smitten's a bit slow getting up, but Scorpio is right there to help him. Smitten with a elbow in the mid section shoos the former champ away though.

Stone: Smitten back to his feet, as Scorpio charges in again, this time though Smitten gets out of the way of the clothesline. Scorpio bounces off the ropes, on the return gets hung up by a big boot from Smitten.

Foxx: Cover by Smitten, but Scorpio kicks out before the ref can even get down to the mat. The attempt sends a message to Scorpio, and Smitten's not fooling around while he's delivering it either.

Stone: Smitten doesn't wait for Scorpio to stand, instead attacking Scorp while he's on his knees. Smitten's picks him up in a full nelson, but Scorpio shifts his weight to hit a jaw breaker instead. Smitten lets go, as Scorpio hits a massive leg lariat to the big man.

Foxx: Smitten's down, which I'm is a position he'd love to be in if he wasn't wrestling tonight. Scorpio with a cover, but Smitten kicks out before a count is made. High stakes here tonight, so no pin fall attempt will be easy.

Stone: Scorpio quickly moves into an arm bar here, and Smitten's instantly put under the pump here. Eric's putting his entire body weight behind this arm bar, and Smitten might have just exposed a weak point in his armor. He's having great difficulty in trying to power out of this.

Foxx: Brilliant strategy by Eric Scorpio. He's getting in there early and breaking down the key limbs one by one with his submission arsenal. I'm not surprised he started with the arms, it would be criminal if he didn't.

Stone: It could be his way to turn the tables, Smitten's got a 30 pound weight advantage over Scorpio, and it's not a light 30 pounds either.

Foxx: That makes no sense at all you douche. 30 pounds is 30 pounds. Smitten's got to get creative here and break out. He's used the other arm to roll Eric up. It's a pinning counter, but Scorpio breaks the hold at 1.

Stone: Both men quickly back to their feet. Scorpio gets the advantage early again with a hip toss to a charging Smitten, and changes it up from the last hold, locking in a scarf hold

Foxx: This is prime Eric Scorpio, tenderizing his opponents with varied and powerful offensive moves.

Stone: You made that sound like you're selling Eric Scorpio brand steak. When do we get to see the prime leg of Scorpio?

Co-incidentally, Eric Scorpio pushes down a free hand of Smitten's and traps it between his legs for a Keylock.

Foxx: Right there Stone. Two prime legs of Eric Scorpio on display right there, he's got Smitten totally trapped with that move, and he doesn't look like he's going to let up any time soon.

Stone: Smitten cries out, Scorpio is putting immense pressure on his shoulder, neck and arm. Smitten's got to find a way out of this hold and fast, because he could pass out. Smitten's trying to force Scorpio off with his free hand and BANG!!!! Left hook right to the jaw of Eric Scorpio.

Foxx: It was blunt, but it worked a treat. Who says counters to technique needed to be flashy?

Stone: The referee says it shouldn't be a closed fist to the jaw, as both he and the crowd tell Smitten that. Scorpio seems a little rattled as he gets to his feet, and a HARD European Uppercut from Smitten knocks Scorpio to the ground.

Foxx: I think we might have witnessed what looked like a promising technical battle between two of FMW's finest technical wrestlers turn into a plain old slug fest Stone. Smitten with a leg drop across the throat of Scorpio. Smitten gets up for a second, but Scorpio rolls out of the way, and Smitten lands butt first on the mat.

Scorpio pushes himself to his feet, as Smitten gingerly rises. Scorpio is quick to grab Smitten one he rises and whip him into the nearest corner. Smitten ploughs chest first into the turnbuckles.

Stone: Scorpio looking to change the momentum back to his side, he's rolled Smitten up! 1...2... KICK OUT by Smitten. Scorpio caught Smitten off guard there and almost picked up the victory right there.

Foxx: Almost doesn't cut it though Stone. This is wrestling, not grade school. Close enough is not good enough. Smitten's almost vertical, but Scorpio is there before him. SWINGING NECKBREAKER by the Inexplicable one.

Stone: Brilliant move there by Eric Scorpio, he moves in for the cover, 1...2... kick out again by Smitten. He's not going down without a fight. Scorpio locks in a keylock on Smitten's arm again, but Smitten counters, rolling Eric up, forcing him to break the hold.

Foxx: Scorpio is quick to get back to his feet, Smitten not too far behind either. Eric attempts a SUPERKICK NO! Smitten catches the kick, and flips Scorpio inside out with a massive clothesline.

Stone: Smitten's almost decapitated Scorpio with that clothesline. Smitten's quick to cover, he's got the forearm in the face of Scorpio, but he kicks out at 2.

Foxx: Smitten's going to wear Scorpio down though, another cover, and another kick out. It's all energy, energy Smitten doesn't want Scorpio to have. Smitten lets Scorpio rise to his feet, kick to the mid section by Christian G. Smitten, and a swift vertical suplex.

Stone: Scorpio landed hard on his back, but he's not willing to stay down on the mat. He's already getting to his feet, but Smitten's there, ready to pound. Back breaker by Smitten, and Scorpio is down again.

Foxx: He's mimicking your career Stone.

Stone: What? Being successful and fighting tough matches against quality opponents? Sounds exactly like mine, and not yours funnily enough.

Foxx: Ouch. Smitten with a lazy cover, 1...2..kick out by Eric Scorpio. He needs to change the tide here, but Smitten's taken control. Smitten picks Eric Scorpio's arm up, and drags him towards the rope.

Stone: Smitten's looking to take advantage of some five counts here, he puts Scorpio's neck on the bottom rope, and uses his massive boot to try and choke him out. Referee's ordering him to stop, 1...2...3...4... Smitten takes a step back.

Foxx: Smitten knows exactly what he can get away with in an FMW ring Stone. He's been through the FMW Code of Conduct so many times, it's just ingrained in there. He tries to choke Scorpio again, 1...2...3...4... and Smitten steps back again. The referee's lecturing him about it right now, but look at Smitten's face.

Stone: It's that cocky look that says he's in complete control. Scorpio needs to pull something special to really get back into this match up here.

Smitten leans down and picks up Eric Scorpio by the scruff of his hair. Scorpio catches Smitten off guard though, when he unexpectedly introduces his fore arm to Smitten's crotch.

Foxx: THAT might be the special thing Eric needs. Smitten goes down in a world of hurt. On behalf of the entire male population of Earth, we don't envy the position you're in Smitten.

Stone: Referee didn't see it, Smitten's body was blocking the view. Eric Scorpio knew this, and has taken full advantage of the situation. Typical Eric Scorpio. He drags Smitten to his feet, he's not allowing him any recovery time. A flurry of fists from Eric Scorpio rattle Christian Smitten.

Foxx: European Uppercut send Smitten staggering back into the corner. In charges Eric Scorpio, who connects with a running knee to the chest. Scorpio's really picking up the pace now, as he goes back and charges in again. Huge clothesline in the corner really knocks the wind out of Smitten.

Stone: Scorpio showing off his athletic prowess, as he climbs the ropes over Smitten. HURRICANRANNA FROM ERIC SCORPIO!!!

Foxx: Scorpio isn't a small man, normally something like that takes a bit out of the bigger men, but Scorpio is just powering on through. Eric Scorpio looks at his fallen opponent, runs at the rope, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT CONNECTS!!!!

Stone: Scorpio covers, he could have him here, 1...2... KICK OUT at 2 and nine-tenths. Scorpio can hardly believe it. I can't believe it. He had the agility of a cruiserweight, with the power of the heavyweight that he is behind those moves, and Smitten still kicked out.

Foxx: Remember we said Scorpio might need something special? Well, Smitten now needs that something special. If he doesn't do something soon, he could be very much out of this match, and losing the chance to fight for the FMW Championship.

Stone: Yet, Eric Scorpio is just on fire right now. Smitten's struggling to get back to a vertical base, he's hurting Foxx. But what he doesn't know is Eric Scorpio is towering right over him, and look at the focus on his face right now.

Foxx: That is the face that makes babies cry with out even having to be there, Scorpio has something malicious in mind here. Smitten's on one knee now, and Scorpio thinks that's enough.

Stone: Kick to the stomach by Eric Scorpio, he puts Smitten's head between his legs and lifts him high onto his shoulders. THE STRENGTH OF ERIC SCORPIO, that's just amazing!

Foxx: Scorpio turns around and HIT'S THE SINFUL PURITY!!! That power bomb back breaker just shook the entire arena. Smitten's face says nothing else than he's in immense pain here.

Stone: Eric Scorpio's not finished either, as Scorpio grabs the legs of a weakened Christian Smitten. Smitten's trying to fight it, but Scorpio is winning the battle, he turns Smitten over AND LOCKS IN THE SINFUL REPENTANCE!!!

Foxx: Eric Scorpio has locked in his strongest submission. Chalk one up for the better man, and warn Nick Bryson and Alex O'Rion who the next challenger is. Smitten's not getting out of this.

Stone: Smitten's desperately fighting to get out, but can't. Scorpio's damaged his back too much. Referee's offering Smitten the chance to submit, but Smitten's not... oh hell no!

With Eric Scorpio standing on Smitten's hands and contorting his back, Smitten tries to do a push up off the ground. Scorpio seems a little confused and worried, before losing his balance and stepping off the right hand of Smitten.

Foxx: WOW!!! Smitten showing how strong his chest is, he practically pushed 300 pounds off the ground. Smitten with a hand free now, and he lands a hard punch to the left ankle of Eric Scorpio.

Stone: A Second, and Eric's lost balance again, and now Smitten's suddenly got his arms back, AND SMITTEN ROLLS OUT OF THE SINFUL REPENTANCE!!! Scorpio goes flying and collides with the referee, and we suddenly have a referee down.

Foxx: Fragile things, but Scorpio gets up unharmed. Smitten's still on the ground, fighting out of that took a lot out of the big man. Scorpio walks over and picks Smitten off the mat, Smitten with a punch to the stomach though as he struggles to his feet. Smitten showing tremendous toughness, as he hits a flapjack, sending Eric Scorpio neck first into the ropes.

Stone: Eric's in pain as Smitten rolls out of the ring. I'm thinking he's after a breather of sorts, he clutches his back, it's still in great pain. Eric Scorpio's clutching his neck on the mat, he could have a severed wind pipe.

Foxx: I doubt it, he's breathing. Smitten's breathing too, he's looking under the ring, and drags out... well nothing other than an A-Grade, Wrestling Quality steel chair. The referee is down, so anything goes at this point.

Stone: Smitten rolls back into the ring, just as Eric Scorpio gets to his knees. Smitten walks right up behind Scorpio, and throws down the chair. Scorpio's eyes look horrified, he's got a feeling of what's coming. He knows about the chair, what a stupid ploy from Smitten.

Foxx: You gotta believe he's got a plan. Scorpio turns around, and gets a kick to the mid section. Gut wrench lift INTO THE SWITCHBOMB!!!! SMITTEN'S NAILED THE SWITCHBOMB!!!

Stone: There's no referee to make a pinfall count though, and he didn't even hit it on the steel chair, so what's the point of bringing it into the ring?

Foxx: I think we're about to find out Stone, as Smitten picks up the chair, and puts Eric Scorpio's head inside it. Oh my God, I think it's this move...

Stone: Smitten's climbing the turnbuckle. He tried this exact same move in a heinous post-match attack on Skyler Striker at Alchemy 8.1. Striker was saved by John Derrick that night, but there's no one here tonight to save Eric Scorpio from having his head crushed.

Foxx: Smitten's on the top rope, and he's looking down on Scorpio with utter contempt. Listen to the crowd, their completely split. Half want to see Scorpio's brains, and half want Smitten to stop. This can only end badly.

Smitten jumps off the top rope. Just as Smitten does that though, Eric Scorpio reaches up and removes the steel chair from his head. Smitten lands feet first on the mat, doing no damage what so ever.

Stone: SCORPIO ESCAPES!! SCORPIO TRIES TO HIS SMITTEN RIGHT BACK WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, but Smitten takes a step back just in time. Eric quickly tries to get to his feet, but Smitten kicks him in the ribs.

Foxx: The referee's starting to get up now as well, and Smitten hits a MASSIVE DDT. Smitten slides the chair out of the ring and makes a cover. 1...2... NO!!!! ERIC SCORPIO KICKED OUT!!!

Stone: Scorpio still finding a way to battle through. Smitten still finding a way to lay in some offense. Both these men have taken an absolute beating tonight. Christian Smitten drags Eric Scorpio to his feet, and whips him across the ring.

Foxx: Scorpio ducks a clothesline, he runs through, bounces off the ropes, SCORPIO KILLER, no! Smitten swivels around him. SCORPIO IN TROUBLE AS SMITTEN LIFTS HIM INTO A TORTURE RACK!!

Stone: Christian G. Smitten, fighting the pain in his back, NAILS THE COURTROOM ASSAULT!!! COVER, 1...2...NO!!!!!! SCORPIO KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!! HOW CAN THAT BE?

Foxx: I've got no idea, I'm gob smacked. The look on Christian G. Smitten's face really says it all. How the hell?

Stone: Well, Smitten's not even going to argue it. Instead, he lifts Scorpio up again. He's got Scorpio in another Torture Rack, AND HE NAILS A SECOND COURTROOM ASSAULT!!!

Foxx: Consecutive Courtroom Assaults. Smitten makes another cover, 1...2...THREE!!!! THAT'S IT!!! SMITTEN WINS!!!

Cherry: Here is your winner, and the Number One Contender to the Full Metal Wrestling Championship, CHRISTIAN GEEEEEEEEE SMIIIIITTEEEEEENNNNNNNNN

Christian G. Smitten (8.56 aps - 0.2 penalty + 1.6 avs = 9.96 total)
Eric Scorpio (8.38 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.1 avs = 9.38 total)

Christian G. Smitten picks himself up off the mat a sore and exhausted man. As the referee raises his hand in victory, Smitten just stares down at the fallen body of Eric Scorpio, who still hasn't moved.

Stone: This was supposed to be a clash of two of Full Metal Wrestling's biggest stars. Two former FMW Champions. Two of the strongest men in recent times. This was THE clash of the titans, and we were gifted with a titanic match.

Foxx: I think I might have gotten a little too excited in that match Stone, but you're right. This match definitely showed us why these two are the toughest sons of bitches you might ever meet. Scorpio, I've got no idea what he's going to do next.
Stone: A valiant effort, in the end for nothing. But Smitten is victorious tonight, and takes the coveted prize. He becomes the Number One Contender to the FMW Championship. The championship he claims he never lost, and the championship he wants back around his waist now.

Christian G. Smitten remains emotionless as he rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. He turns around half way up, to see Eric Scorpio struggling to his feet, holding his head. Smitten turns his back to Scorpio and continues back up the ramp, and eventually backstage.



Back in the arena, the entrance stage has been converted into a glamorous red carpet style area, with a podium and microphone set up, as well as decorations and torches standing on pillars. Celeste enters the stage to applause from the crowd and takes the podium, quite noticeably pregnant.

Celeste: Tonight, we honour four great pioneers in Full Metal Wrestling’s history. Four men who changed the landscape of this company and helped establish it as one of the most prominent wrestling businesses on the face of this planet. Being in the Hall of Fame is not a light title. Only the greatest, the most influential, the most deserving of superstars are permitted to be a part of it. And so without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the first ever inductees into the FMW Hall of Fame, Korran Halycon and The Sublime – THE SOCAL CONNECTION!

A huge round of applause welcomes Halycon and Sublime onto the stage to the fanfare theme music of the HoF. They acknowledge the crowd and then head to the podium, where the audience quiet down.

Sublime: First inductees into the Hall of Fame? Suh-weeet.

Halycon: It’s an honour indeed to be inducted here tonight at Ultimatum Two. Thankyou so much for all of your support and dedication to this company. We truly would not be here without you.

Sublime: Too true. We’ve had an amazing career over our time here, and it wouldn’t have happened if it hasn’t been for you guys in the audience.

Halycon: Winning the Tag Championships in a gauntlet match at Death Row, becoming the first ever Tag Champs in FMW history? It was an amazing feeling. We were on top of the world. And then to top that off, the first ever Unlucky Thirteens match against the MWA.

Sublime: And after we lost and subsequently reclaimed the belts from the British Lions, we became the first ever multi-time Tag Champs... it’s a career of firsts. Celeste was right to use the word ‘pioneering’. It’s fitting in a way that we made it to the Hall first, too.

Halycon: We took down some nasty pests as well, didn’t we? Remember that time we crushed the British Lions?

Sublime: Or that time where we totally destroyed the British Lions? Good times...

Halycon: In all seriousness, we did enjoy our times with the Lions... it’s a good feeling to have invested in the next generation.

Sublime: And it looks like little Matt grew up to be big Mortus... hopefully that’s working out well for him!

The duo hi-five.

Halycon: well, at least one team we faced went on to better things – Commedia decided to get serious and now HavOc is the most dominant team in this industry. Being able to face them at Ultimatum One, an entire four cycles ago, is still one of our best memories here.

Sublime: And so once again, thankyou to everybody who supported us along the way.

Halycon: Tag team wrestling is NOT dead, and it should never die. Apparently these days it’s almost a lost art.

Sublime: But people underestimate tag teams. The bonds that Korran and I formed are still incredibly close. It’s one that will never be broken, and one that should exist between the members of ANY good tag team.

Halycon: There is NOTHING better than the feeling you get when you make it to the top of the mountain with someone who you can call your best friend.

Sublime: Neither one of us would trade that for anything in the world.

Halycon: Thankyou again to all of you, we’ll see you around the block!

Halycon and Sublime depart the stage to a thunderous applause from the attending crowd. Celeste retakes the podium, politely applauding as well.

Celeste: Thankyou, gentlemen. Now, onto our next inductee, please make welcome your current Television Champion, O’RION!

O’Rion emerges from backstage and makes his way to the podium to the boo of the crowd. Slung over his shoulders are both his Television and Tag Team Championships. He taps the microphone and coughs deliberately into it.

O’Rion: A-ha-ha-ha-hem! Thank you. Thank you one and all for your gracious applause.

The crowd boos louder.

O’Rion: Music to my ears. Now shut the hell up, would you? Full Metal Wrestling Hall of Fame? I bloody well deserve it. I’m the god damned longest reigning Television Champion AND the Tag Team Champion, which as you all know, I won by my fucking self. So you’re damned straight that I’m in the friggin’ Hall of Fame. Now, before I go on and talk more about myself and why I deserve this - I want to play a little clip for you.

Quote :

Kelson: Flare will bring home the FMW Championship to the Innovative Initiative, and the Television Championship will be following it, in my hands.

Cherrywood: In regards to the Television Championship, Chris, some people have been accusing you of using underhanded negotiation tactics. Your response?

Kelson: Look, if I hadn’t brought in the II legal team, O’Rion and HavOc would have continued to duck my challenge. By the end of tonight, O'Rion's going to be a Hall of Famer. He’s gonna be remembered forever in the fans’ minds. He’ll cement his legacy. But Ultimatum Two is about a changing of the guard. Tonight, the torch is passed to me. Chris Kelson.

Cherrywood: Does that mean you, too, will be looking to become a Hall of Famer?

Kelson: Naturally. And not only will I be being inducted by Ultimatum Three, I’m also going to get O'Rion to induct me. From one Hall of Famer to another.

O’Rion: Well, then.

O’Rion looks at the Television Championship.

O’Rion: I do believe that I’m still the champion, numbnuts. I can’t even believe that you would run your mouth like that, especially after I had beaten you twice in the last cycle. You really thought that I wouldn’t do it for a third time? Now you just look like a fucking moron. Whatever, I guess - it’s your life - who am I to judge? I do have one small request of you, though. Kelson, can you come out here for a second?

After about a ten second pause, O’Rion asks again.

O’Rion: Are you coming Sugarplum?

Chris Kelson emerges from behind the curtain, already looking rather pissed off. He glares menacingly at O’Rion and stands directly in the center of the stage, away from his foe. O’Rion smirks and pats his Television Championship, enraging Kelson.

O’Rion: Aww. Thanks for coming, Princess. It means a lot to me.

Kelson: What do you want?

O’Rion: Well, since you went on this big spiel earlier about me being a has-been and not being a champ and how you were going to have me induct you into the Hall of Fame if you were nominated - notice my use of the word if - I thought that it would only be fitting if you were to induct me.

Kelson: Like hell I will.

O’Rion: Like hell you won’t, Buttercup.

Kelson: Are you going to make me?

O’Rion: Quite frankly, you’re in no shape to resist. I’ve pinned you three times, all in championship matches, all in the last cycle. So I really, re-ha-heally doubt that you’re going to put up much of a fight if I walked over there and forced you to do it.

Kelson: Like hell you’re going to force to me to do it. You’re over the hill, old man.

O’Rion: Old man? I’m fucking twenty-five, kid. You know what? It’s not even worth it.

O’Rion reaches behind his back and pulls out a gun. The crowd screams in fear. Kelson freezes in place, the smirk on his face melts away.

O’Rion: Look, do it or I’ll flat out shoot you right here and right now.

Kelson doesn’t budge or say a word. As a result, O’Rion cocks his gun, and walks over to Kelson, pressing it to his temple, taking a mic with him.

O’Rion: How about now?

Kelson: L-L-adies and gentlemen - It will be my pleasure to induct Andrew O’Rion into the Full Metal Wrestling Hall of Fame.

The crowd boos.

O’Rion: ... that all? Really? Say something nice about me.

Kelson: Uhh - I guess he deserves it, being a double champion and defending the belts almost every show in the last cycle.

O’Rion smirks and motions for Kelson to continue.

O’Rion: More please.

Kelson: There’s not much more to say... what the fuck do you want me to tell them?

O’Rion: Tell them that I’m the handsomest man in the locker room.

Kelson: No way in hell, Paco.

O’Rion cocks his eyebrow and looks at his handgun.

Kelson: And... he’s... the handsomest man in the locker room.

O’Rion: Thank you. That’s what I wanted to hear.

Kelson: Fuck you.

O’Rion stops and stares at Kelson for a second, keeping the handgun pressed to his forehead.

O’Rion: Well folks, I’ve accomplished quite a bit in my time here at Full Metal Wrestling and even tonight I’ve accomplished even more. I retained my Television Championship and beat this fucking Quebecois motherfucker within an inch of his life for the third damned time. This little French Fry got exactly what was coming to him. He sucks worse than the fucking Montreal Canadiens.

The crowd half boos and half cheers.

O'Rion: Now I've gone and confused the dumb ass locals. 'Do I boo him because he's a heel or do I cheer him because he hates the Canadiens too?' The Leafs fucking suck too, you idiot. Does that help you make up your minds?

The crowd continues booing.

O'Rion: Oh well. At least they haven't lost their 5 best players to free agency and will go back to sucking, right Christophe?

The crowd half cheers and boos again.

O'Rion: Damn, I went and did it again didn't I? It’s been a good night. Oh fuck, I completely forgot. This whole Kelson thing has been a pain in my ass. This whole ‘You need to defend the Television Championship on every show’ bullshit is coming to an end. I’m sick and fucking tired of it. Sadly, I can’t keep the name of the belt the way it is now and not have everyone assume that that stupid stipulation is attached to it. So ladies and gentlefucks, from here on out, this bitch will be known as the FMW Unstable Championship. Yeah, that’s right. I just renamed the fucking belt because Kelson turned it into a joke with his damned lawsuit. No more Television Championship for Kelson to cry about. Whatever will he do now? And with that - I’m out of here.

O'Rion backs towards the curtain with the gun still carefully pointed at Kelson's face. He then suddenly bursts into a maniacal laughter, with Kelson utterly confused.

Kelson: What's so funny?

A second later a stream of water sprays Kelson in the face. O'Rion laughs like a hyena before spraying a bit of water from what is now revealed to be a water gun into his mouth. The Unstable Champion blasts behind the curtain, leaving an infuriated Kelson no time to retaliate quickly, although he does pursue his tormentor after wiping the water out of his eyes. Celeste retakes the podium, rolling her eyes.

Celeste: Ladies and gentlemen, to induct our final Hall of Famer, please welcome Son of Repoman!

There is a HUGE pop for SoR’s appearance in an FMW arena. He smiles and waves as he enters the stage, taking the podium to chants of ‘S-O-R! S-O-R!’.

SoR: I am about to induct into the FMW Hall of Fame a legend in EVERY sense of the word. The very moment that Jason Roy clocked me in the head with a lamp at Pyromania 4.3, in March 2005, I knew I’d never like the man. But I never said I would not respect him. Jaro earned the respect of the entire roster, mainly by tearing it apart. You may have loved him or hated him, but EVERYONE respected him. A twenty five to three win loss record in your favour? That’s not easy. Regrettably, seven of those victories were over me, and none of those three losses were because of me.

Chants of ‘One more time!’ start up and SoR grins, but continues.

SoR: Take it from a guy who has had his ass kicked by Jaro a lot. The man is as tough as he claims he is. He has one of the biggest, if not THE biggest, mouths in the industry, but he backs it up every time. And in FMW it’s been no different. More victories. More championship reigns. More accolades to an already incredible legacy. Tonight, we celebrate a superstar who is more successful than just about any other. And beyond all of this, Jaro is STILL in his prime. Still a Champion, always a threat. He’s good OR bad, but he’s always THE guy people talk about. And so without any further ado, ladies and gentlemen, your final 2009 Hall of Famer, JARO!

Jaro walks onstage to a thunder of applause. The crowd give FMW’s co-founder a standing ovation as he holds up a lamp, and after a threatening look, SoR scurries away from the podium and behind the curtain. Jaro meanders over and sets down his lampshade, pausing to take in all of the glory from the fans.

Jaro: I’d list off all of the amazing things I’ve done, but we’d be here for hours. And you all know it’s true. I’d rather talk about my BIGGEST accomplishment – giving birth to Full Metal Wrestling. Just like a kidney stone, I squeezed FMW out of my urethra and now we have the wonderful company that is FMW. I couldn’t be more proud.

The crowd give a standing ovation, and a very loud, slow clap comes out over the others, almost sarcastic. Jaro looks around to find Harlequin standing in the center of the stage, clapping into a microphone.

Harlequin: It rings a little odd in my mind – and that’s saying something, Jason – that these people continue pandering to you, even after you pretty much attempted to kill all the ‘goodies’ and destroy the company you apparently love. You just soak it up like it never happened. Like you’ve forgotten the chaos you once wanted to bring to this, uh – kidney stone? – of a company. See, that’s the kind of chaos I want. The kind you can no longer bring because you’ve turned into Old Man Jaro.

Jaro stands there, half bored and half mock insulted. Harlequin walks closer to him as he speaks, a menacing few steps.

Harlequin: Time’s caught up with you, Jason. You’re not the menace that Repo seems to think you are. I have to thank you for bungling the whole Original Sin dealie. You had the company by the throat, and you gave the power back to the heroes on a silver platter. But you did it nonetheless and had it not been for that HUGE screw up on your part, HavOc would never have risen to power as they have now. I’m not like you, however, Jaro. I don’t want control, schemes or plans for conquest and domination. I just want random, chaotic, ruinous damage. There’s no such thing as controlled chaos, or perfect order. There’s always a spanner in the works, something to fuck everything up royally and make sure Murphy’s law stays alive. And on that note?

Harlequin, now only a few inches away from Jaro, brings the microphone down on Jaro’s head. As Jaro falls to one knee, O’Rion bursts from behind him and attacks him with a set of brass knuckles. The two lay into Jaro on the stage, with the crowd booing them the entire time. Celeste backs away quietly, trying to sneak behind the curtain, but O’Rion catches sight of her and grabs her by the hair, to massive disapproval from the crowd.

Stone: Hey, come on! She’s pregnant!

Morpheus: I don’t think either of them really care.

O’Rion yells at Harlequin, who leaves Jaro be for a moment to come and say hello to Celeste.

Harlequin: And what have we here? Celeste plus one? Ew. I don’t think anyone here wants to meet a mini-Jaro.

Harlequin rips Celeste from O’Rion and pulls her by the hair to the edge of the stage. Celeste weakly tries to fight but Harlequin slaps her and mouths ‘bad girl!’.

Larsen: He’s going to throw her off! This is too far!

Foxx: No! It’s Jaro with the save! He spears Harlequin and Celeste is safe from the edge, but she’s still taken a tumble to the floor of the stage.

Jaro attempts to do some damage to Harlequin but O’Rion comes from behind again and proves too much for Jaro to handle as both HavOc members begin attacking Jaro again. After a few nasty shots to the head, O’Rion pins Jaro down and Harlequin grabs the podium, bringing it to Jaro and raising it high above his head.

Stone: Holy-

Larsen: HARLEQUIN BRINGS THE PODIUM DOWN ON JARO’S ANKLE!

Morpheus: He may have snapped the ankle entirely with that shot! That’s just devastating, especially considering Jaro has to defend his belt later tonight!

Harlequin: [laugh][/laugh]

The HavOc members take their leave, kicking various bits of decorations as they leave the stage in total disarray. Celeste crawls over to Jaro, calling for medical attention.

Foxx: All things considered, I’d say Jaro may be out of commission for later tonight.

Morpheus: HavOc doing what they do best, I suppose!

Stone: It’s disgusting, quite frankly. Cowardly, even. Medics are coming out now to help both Celeste and Jaro, so we’ll hopefully have an update later.

Stone: We’re now about to witness the conclusion to one of this company’s most epic feuds, and I’ve been waiting months for this one!

Foxx: We have indeed been waiting around a long time. All the way back to Circus Maximus, if I’m correct.

Blige: The following matchup is a Street Fight, no disqualifications! Introducing first, weighing in at 231 pounds and hailing from San Jose California, CHRRRRRRRRRIS AUUUUUUUUSTIN!!

Chris Austin makes his way to the ring to the sound of “The Arrival” by Atmosphere. The crowd cheer as he makes his way down to the ring, and he hi fives a few on the way, but looks extremely focused.

Stone: So much bad blood between these men, one trying to redeem himself, the other trying not be turned into a stooge by the Innovative Initiative.

Foxx: So much boredom too, this match would have suited a championship match but no, instead we get a silly little street fight.

Stone: Prior to No Holds Barred we all thought this would be for the Abandoned championship, but Skyler Striker ended Romeo’s reign one show too early for Austin.

Foxx: Not that Austin really cares, mind you, I think he just wants Romeo’s blood at this point!

”Coming Home” by Alter Bridge takes over and Romeo Vizzini walks down wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt combination, still a little beaten up following his altercation at No Holds Barred.

Announcer: Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Manhattan, New York, ROOOOOOOOOMEO!!!!

Foxx: Sexy attire for Romeo.

Stone: What about Austin?

Foxx: Austin can’t colour co-ordinate.

Stone: Gayest exchange in FMW history.

Foxx: We’ve had worse.

The bell rings and it takes only a few seconds for Austin to tie up with Romeo.

Foxx: I’m betting we only last a minute until we see weapons.

Stone: I say two. Neither man can seem to get the weight advantage, Austin has his back foot locked in and the slightly heavier Romeo can’t gain any advantage.

Foxx: Why don’t you ever call Austin ‘Chris’?

Stone: Romeo hits an elbow to Austin’s jaw, and now gains the advantage, pushing Austin into the corner.

Foxx: The referee not taking any action, street fight rules mean that he won’t step in except to count pinfalls or submissions. Which, if you think about it, means that the Initiative can come down and help Austin at any time.

Stone: I don’t think Austin would let them help him. He’s different to the other three, far more of a moral man. He’s got too much pride on the line here to let it be tarnished with interference. Right now, however, he’s enduring a set of nasty looking Batista-style shoulder thrusts from Romeo against the turnbuckle.

Foxx: Smart move psychologically, Austin will need those abdominal muscles to employ his very deep and innovative moveset.

Stone: Foxx, sports physio. If you know all about that, why not become a play by play commentator?

Foxx: It’s more fun to bag people out. Austin sidesteps a Romeo shoulder thrust and pushes Romeo against it, shoulder thrust to the back from Austin!

Stone: Romeo ducks a second attempt and we’re back where we started, Romeo throws some fists at Austin against the corner.

Austin shoves Romeo off and quickly bounces on the middle turnbuckle, hitting a springboard rotating Polish hammer to the chest of Romeo.

Stone: Austin goes after a dazed Romeo, stops alongside him and nails the Iron Crush! One of Austin’s signature moves there, a simultaneous heel kick and Legsweep and it’s planted Romeo into the mat very nicely!

Foxx: Romeo is down and Austin goes straight into a camel clutch! He may be flashy but he still knows the basics, too.

Stone: Austin simply wearing Romeo down here, he’s really pressuring him with that hold.

Foxx: Romeo isn’t able to get any offense in here and Austin’s losing very little control, he’s got Romeo under his power at the moment.

Stone: Romeo brings his knees up and Austin’s finding it harder to hold him, Romeo elbows him and now Romeo’s the one in control as he pushes Austin into the ropes, snap suplex! Austin goes down but Romeo picks him up and there’s a fisherman’s suplex! Austin hits the mat hard again and Romeo hits the ropes as Austin gets up yet again, and there’s a flying clothesline! Romeo with a quick combination of moves and suddenly the tables are turned!

Romeo hooks Austin’s leg and the referee goes down, counting to one and a half before Austin kicks out. Romeo wastes no time, getting straight to his feet where he begins to lay knees into Austin’s midsection.

Foxx: Look at Romeo go, laying vicious knees into the kidneys! Someone will be pissing blood!

Stone: Austin pushes Romeo away momentarily and rolls to the outside, looking for a weaponry advantage?

Foxx: This is when you say he is just catching his breath when he clearly isn’t.

Stone: Romeo heads to the edge of the ring and Austin’s like lightning, he goes to jump and he’s on the apron but ROMEO SUPERKICKS! AUSTIN GOES DOWN AND SMACKS HIS HEAD ON THE RAILING!

Foxx: Nothing Austin could do there! Romeo slides out of the ring and he’s reaching under the ring, he’s got himself a chair! Oldie but a goodie!

Stone: Austin’s defenceless, still a little stunned, and Romeo with a MASSIVE chairshot to Austin! Austin drops like a sack of potatoes!

Foxx: Vizzini whips Austin against the corner of the ring and SPEARS HIM! Romeo has absolutely flushed Austin out here and there’s no breathing room for the Innovator!

Stone: Romeo pushes Austin into the ring, he’s really doing well! I think Austin may have been the favourite here but Romeo’s certainly proving that that may not be the case!

Foxx: Impressive work for the ex-Italian indeed.

Romeo reaches under the ring and pulls out a Singapore Cane, raising it into the air and looking dangerously at Chris.

Stone: Austin’s still trying to recover, Romeo steps onto the apron just in front of us and Austin’s up! AUSTIN WITH A SPEAR!

Foxx: Or NOT, Romeo pulls the second rope down and swings to the side and Austin’s just missed a horrible spear attempt and he has CRASHED into the front of our desk as Romeo looks sickeningly at him with that cane!

Stone: Romeo lifts Austin up right in front of us and Austin’s got to be concussed from that impact on our desk! These street fight matches are brutal!

Foxx: Austin’s swaying, Romeo’s just lining up the shot! Romeo swings!

Stone: ROMEO MISSES! Austin ducks the shot and SPEARS Romeo back into that apron with a flush of adrenalin!

Foxx: There’s hope yet for Chris! He hoists Romeo up onto the ring apron and he’s really doing some weird manoeuvring, what’s he doing?

Stone: Romeo’s facing the floor, his legs balanced on the top rope, with Austin standing on the ring ropes and holding him in position... it’s familiar, but it’s not his move!

Foxx: I’ve seen this setup before! That’s- SHIT! GET OUT OF THE WAY!

The announcers scramble as Austin springs to the second rope and brings Romeo with him, crashing through the announce table to the approval of the crowd.

Stone: OMEGA REVELATION! OMEGA REVELATION THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! CHRIS AUSTIN HITS THAT SPRINGBOARD BACKFLIP URANAGE SLAM ON ROMEO THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! Chris Austin appropriates a move from Skyler Striker, one of his finishers nonetheless! That’s a psychological move and a half! Striker used that move to severely damage Vizzini in their Abandoned Championship match at No Holds Barred!

Austin and Romeo lie amongst the rubble of the table as the crowd chant ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’.

Foxx: I wish people would stop using our desk as a weapon!

Stone: Too late now! Austin clambers slowly to one knee and he drags Romeo towards the ring, as quickly as he can.

Foxx: Although that’s not saying much. No count-outs, we could be here for a while!

Stone: Austin’s made it to the apron and he brings himself slowly to his feet, Romeo as well, and he throws Romeo into the ring, going for a pinfall!

Foxx: ONE! TWO! NO! ROMEO HAS A LEG ON THE ROPE!

Stone: Austin almost finishes this match here, but both men are tired and worn down, it can’t last much longer!

Foxx: Austin can’t believe it, he thought he well and truly had it! Romeo scrambles away slowly, Austin tries to grab him but Romeo kicks his hand away and Romeo makes it to his feet, so does Austin!

Stone: Austin makes the first move and he charges Romeo head on, Romeo outmanoeuvres him and slips behind, backcracker! Austin gives a shout and that one’s gotta sting!

Foxx: Romeo with the pin attempt but AUSTIN WITH A ROLLUP! ONE!

Stone: TWO!

Foxx: THRE-NO! KICKOUT FROM ROMEO! He’s got life yet!

Stone: Austin clambers up, Romeo too, Romeo this time moving towards Austin and Austin throws a snap jab, Romeo’s hit but he throws back a solid closed fist which hits Austin!

Foxx: Both men trading blows! Romeo! Austin!

Stone: Austin! Romeo!

The crowd chant along, respectively cheering for Austin and booing Romeo as they land their blows.

Foxx: Both men block the other’s punch!

Stone: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! They take each other out and neither man gets there for a pinfall, they move away and they’re on their feet already!

Foxx: Romeo ducks an Austin snap jab and he’s got him up in a fireman’s carry!

Stone: WINTER HILL!

Foxx: NO! Austin slides off the back before he can bring it down and he picks up Romeo into that Argentine Rack! RATED RCA! RATED RCA!

Stone: HOLY SHIT! HE DOESN’T HIT IT! ROMEO LANDS ON HIS FEET! Romeo now lifting Austin again and back into that fireman’s carry! He’s got Austin over and WINTER-

Foxx: AUSTIN’S LEG IS FREE AND HE STOMPS ON ROMEO’S LEG AS HE GOES FOR THE LANDING!

Stone: ROMEO ON ONE KNEE IN PAIN, AUSTIN DOES A FUCKING BACKFLIP, OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD DID YOU SEE THAT?

Foxx: CHRIS AUSTIN JUST SPUN WITH SPEED I’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE AND ROUNDHOUSE KICKED ROMEO IN THE HEAD! ROMEO’S NECK JUST FUCKING SNAPPED TO THE SIDE!

Stone: THIS ONE IS OVER! HOLY SHIT!

The crowd are in utter silence as Romeo collapses sideways, totally blown out of the water with the kick. Austin takes no chances and picks him up into an Argentine Rack.

Foxx: There’s really no need for this but Austin nails it anyway, RATED RCA! There’s the pinfall and this one, folks, is over!

Stone: Romeo’s neck just SNAPPED... get the medics out here! ONE! TWO! THREE! CHRIS AUSTIN IS VICTORIOUS!

Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CHRIS AUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

Chris Austin (8.8 aps + 2.1 avs = 10.9 total)
Romeo (8.51 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.9 avs = 9.21 total)

Foxx: Romeo is totally demolished, medics are helping him to his feet in the ring as Austin leans against the ropes, victorious! What a vicious end to a bitter feud!

Stone: Chalk up a second win for the Initiative tonight, then!

Romeo, now on his feet and looking bruised all over, is furious. Austin looks at him, a flare in his eyes, and then, out of nowhere, takes a few steps towards Romeo and offers his hand.

Foxx: I wouldn’t bother. Romeo’s too out of it to shake your hand, Chris.

Stone: Romeo looks at his hand, he’s still conscious without a doubt! The medics all look at him and Romeo offers his hand-

Foxx: HE SLAPPED HIM! ROMEO SLAPPED AUSTIN!

The medics whisk Romeo out of the ring and Austin sighs, turning back to the audience and cheering as “The Arrival” hits again.

Stone: Shouldn’t have expected any less from Romeo, I guess, but at the end of the day Chris Austin is victorious at Ultimatum Two and that’s all there is to it!

We arrive backstage in Jaro’s locker room, where he is being treated with his leg elevated onto a bench. Medical personnel wrap it in bandages and test its strength, but Jaro does not look at them, instead occupied with an r-rated magazine.

Celeste: Doctor? How’s his condition?

Doctor: He’s lucky. VERY lucky. The ankle doesn’t appear to be broken, but if we want to be sure about it we’d have to run an x-ray, which means a trip to the hospital.

Jaro speaks up, not looking away from his magazine.

Jaro: Please. I’ve fought for far too long to have the biggest night of my career end in a fucking lame trip to the hospital like a cripple. Especially because of a clown. Just bandage it up and I’ll be fine.

Michaels: Knock knock.

Jaro doesn’t turn to acknowledge the presence of Drew Michaels, although Celeste does turn and nod.

Michaels: It’s a shame this has happened, Jason. I was rather looking forward to our encounter.

Jaro: Don’t need your sympathy. Could use a coffee, though.

Michaels: Sympathy? Ha. I’m just looking forward to becoming the first ever co-holder of the C4 and Ultraviolent Championships, thus becoming an icon on both Anarchy and Alchemy. There’s no sympathy for the man who nailed me to a cross last time Ultimatum rolled around, and laughed as my blood stained the ring. The Jaro I know wouldn’t let a fractured ankle stop him from giving people a show, though. And it certainly wouldn't stop him from seizing on the opportunity to pacify his own ego and try to wrestle my C4 Championship from me. So I really hope you feel better soon, Jaro. I want to see you in that ring.

Drew departs, Jaro never having budged an inch or looked away from his reading material.

Jaro: No, Drew, you don’t. You really, really, don’t wish that upon yourself.

Celeste looks down at the father of her unborn child as the scene goes back to ringside.

"Scream Aim Fire” by Bullet for My Valentine plays on the PA system, signalling the arrival of the FMW Television Tag Team Champions, Michael James and Robert Pearson. The two quickly walk out from the back, focused on the match ahead. They raise their respective belts high in the air to the sheer adulation of the crowd, before walking to the ring.

Shelia Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Tag Title Unification Match! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, they are the FMW Television Tag Team Champions, Michael James and Robert Pearson... THE SILVEEER... PISTOLS!!!

Larsen: Welcome back to Ultimatum 2, ladies and gents, and you heard it right from the horse’s mouth; it’s time for the Tag Title Unification match.

Foxx: Two teams, two sets of belts, but one will only walk out with all four straps on them.

Larsen: Right now we’re looking at the TV tag champs, two young men whom nobody thought would have a shot at success, but went on to surprise and silence the critics by winning the belts off of Creative Control and holding on to them for quite a while now.

Foxx: But the dream street comes to an end right here. The Pistols haven’t faced HavOc yet, and I’m betting they’re in for a rude awakening.

Larsen: A lot of guys, including you, Foxx, have been giving the Pistols shit they don’t deserve for being the “B” champs, but tonight will be the night that truly defines them as tag champions. Either way though, even if they lose, the fact that they were able to make it to this point says a whole lot about them.

Foxx: You can fluff up their career all you want, Larsen, but your words aren’t going to win the match for them.

Larsen: I was just giving my thoughts, Foxx, not betting on a winner. I’ll show you later how I can be totally objective about this.

Foxx: Meh.

The Pistols are already in the ring when the arena lights turn orange and the music switches to the Smashing Pumpkins’ “Fuck You”, O’Rion’s theme song. O’Rion and Eastwood come out to a largely booing audience, which they revel in anyway. They also raise their titles high before walking down to the ring.

Shelia Blige: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty pounds, they are the FMW Tag Team Champions, O’Rion and Jack Eastwood... HAVOC!!!

Larsen: As dominant as the HavOc faction has been, you can tell from the crowd that the Pistols are clearly the favourites here.

Foxx: If that was your objectivity, that was pretty backhanded.

Larsen: Hush. Just comparing the two teams at a glance, the size advantage of HavOc stacks the odds against the Pistols, and they can easily use that strength to make this a quick night for the guns.

Foxx: You think? I already know that’s what’s gonna happen.

Larsen: We’ve also got quite the case in Jack Eastwood as well. Being the newest member of HavOc, a lot have criticized him as riding the coattails of the other members. He does have a lot to prove tonight by defending a title that O’Rion basically won single-handedly.

Foxx: I spoke to Eastwood backstage and from what he said, I deduced that he does have what it takes. He’s in the right mindset. He’s got the right game plan. He knows what’s coming.

Larsen: Yes, and we all know you’re such a good judge of character.

HavOc has made it to the ring and surrendered their titles to the referee just as the Pistols have surrendered theirs. The two teams discuss amongst themselves as to who will start out the match for them, and moments later O’Rion and Pearson step back and in between the ropes. The referee goes to check on Eastwood and James, who will be starting the match, before he calls for the bell to be rung.

Larsen: There’s the bell and this match is underway. Michael James and Jack Eastwood are dancing circles on one another, both staking the other out, looking for the right opening to attack.

Foxx: And if you haven’t noticed, there is a seventy-five pound weight difference between James and Eastwood, so even if James does find a good way to get first strike points, I think Eastwood won’t have trouble both countering and dealing significant damage.

Larsen: Eastwood rushes in with a clothesline but James agile enough to duck it, still dancing around him. James is the more agile one here and he is using that agility to avoid Eastwood at all costs.

Foxx: But that’s also working to Eastwood’s advantage as all that dancing around is surely sapping James’s energy and stamina.

Larsen: Another clothesline attempt by Eastwood and another evasion by James, and this time James uses the momentum to hit a corkscrew elbow! Eastwood staggers but doesn’t fall down, and James follows up with a quick dropkick! You were saying, Foxx?

Foxx: A couple of flashy strikes aren’t going to win you the match.

Larsen: But they sure do gain you the momentum! Eastwood is quickly back up and thinking on his feet as he takes hold of James’s arm and sends him back to the Pistols corner!

Foxx: And where’s your momentum now?

Larsen: Eastwood charges towards James but James is still on his feet as he gets out of the way, making Eastwood spear the ring post! A right hand to Eastwood’s head sends him leaning on the turnbuckle as James makes the tag to Pearson, and I think they’re going to go for a double team move!

Foxx: That big lug Eastwood really should learn how to counter more. He’s making all the wrong hits!

Larsen: James and Pearson springboard from two different ropes... and there’s the stereo triangle dropkick! Eastwood’s liver must be crushed!

Foxx: This is kind of embarrassing.

Larsen: The two Pistols are just taking Eastwood to the woodshed without much difficulty, I can kind of see why you’re embarrassed. Pearson capitalizing and making the cover on Eastwood, the referee counts, one, tw- no, barely even a two!

Foxx: It’s going to take a lot more to take m’boy out!

Larsen: Pearson shrugs it off either way, and stalks Eastwood out as he gets up. Pearson bounces off the rope and comes back going for the spinning heel kick but Eastwood pulls something out of his sleeve as he counters into a desperation powerbomb!

Foxx: He also does the right thing and goes for the tag! In comes O’Rion!

Larsen: The semi-hot tag to O’Rion is made and he capitalizes with a leg drop to Pearson’s neck! O’Rion makes the cover, there’s the count, one, two, no, Pearson kicks out at two!

Foxx: Look at the look in O’Rion’s eyes, he’s got that fire burning.

Larsen: O’Rion real determined here, stalking Pearson like a viper, Pearson sits up and there goes O’Rion charging, looking for the shining wizard but Pearson quickly rolls out of the way and trips O’Rion, sending him to the mat! What ring presence!

Foxx: This is all going by so blindingly fast.

Larsen: Pearson going for the lionsault but O’Rion also has enough agility to evade the attack, causing Pearson to crash and burn! O’Rion takes this time to give Pearson a swift little kick to the head!

Foxx: See, these spot monkeys aren’t taking the time to think their offense through. They figure that as long as they can make a series of flashy, high-rent moves connect, they’ve got it made.

Larsen: “Your boy” O’Rion is also a high-flyer, if you haven’t noticed. He was just able to evade the attack.

Foxx: Yes, but he’s a smart high-flyer.

Larsen: O’Rion gives Pearson a quick neckbreaker there and he takes this time to make another cover; one, two, no, kickout! Too early to put the Pistol away!

Foxx: O’Rion is doing what Eastwood wasn’t able to earlier, and that is setting the tempo of the match to his own pace. Eastwood let the pipsqueaks dictate the flow of this match, and look what it did to him.

Larsen: O’Rion hooks the head to go for the DDT, but Pearson counters into an atomic drop! Pearson hits the bulldog! It’s Pearson’s tempo now!

Foxx: That won’t put him down for long!

Larsen: Because the object is to tag in James! The tag is made! Michael James flies into the ring and hits the clothesline on O’Rion, and also tries to not leave out Eastwood on the action!

Foxx: Big mistake there, Eastwood was ready for him! Ha!

Larsen: Eastwood was able to elbow James before he could strike, and that effectively stymies all momentum the Pistols had going, not to mention leaving James open to the waiting O’Rion!

Foxx: Bodyslam by O’Rion! I felt the earth move!

Larsen: Oh, don’t be ridiculous. O’Rion makes the tag to Eastwood and HavOc’s big man takes over.

Foxx: They’re gonna go for the double clothesline! Flatten him, boys!

Larsen: The two men charge at Michael James but James again, quick as a fox! James ducks, and is the one to hit the double clothesline! Both O’Rion and HavOc are down!

Foxx: What the hell are they playing at here!

Larsen: They’re just giving HavOc a run for their money here, and look, Pearson takes the time to capitalize! He’s on the top rope, and James has climbed too! Pearson with the frog splash and James with the senton bomb!

Foxx: Spot monkeys all the way! One time they’re going to crash and burn and they’re gonna pay dearly!

Larsen: But that’s not the case right now as they were able to hit stereo top rope moves! James makes the cover to Eastwood!

Foxx: I doubt this is gonna get anywhere.

Larsen: One, two, th-no, Eastwood kicks out at the nick of time!

Foxx: Told you.

Larsen: James tries to make the cover again – one, no, Eastwood just HEAVES James off him!

Foxx: What strength! What power!

Larsen: The two men get up and James charges but just runs into a deadly spinebuster! I think I heard something crack!

Foxx: James would be lucky if only one thing in his body cracked!

Larsen: Eastwood makes the cover! One, two, thr-no, James kicks out with like a millisecond left!

Foxx: He can kick out all he wants, but that’s only going to prolong the punishment. The longer this match goes, the more chances Eastwood and O’Rion get to hurt James and Pearson, and given the power of these two men, especially the man in the ring for HavOc right now, Eastwood, I seriously doubt they’re going to be able to win the attrition war.

Larsen: That’s why it seems that their game plan is to let it all loose hard on the opponents. Eastwood has James again and flips him over his shoulder into the backbreaker rack, and jumps! James’s back is impaled on Eastwood’s shoulder!

Foxx: That serves as a softener on James, just weakening the back to make the most out of Eastwood’s finisher!

Larsen: And Eastwood throws him into the corner! Eastwood rushes but Michael James summons up his strength to kick Eastwood in the face to repel him!

Foxx: Look at that, James is tired. A few power moves and he’s already tired.

Larsen: James heads for the top rope to try and take down Eastwood but Eastwood is quicker right about now and grabs James! Quick sitout powerbomb! This might be over right here! This might be over!

Foxx: Pin him, Jack, pin him!

Larsen: Eastwood makes the cover, and we might be crowning the first undisputed tag team champs! This is it, this might be it! One, two, thre- NO!

Foxx: GOD DAMMIT PEARSON!

Larsen: PEARSON MAKES THE SAVE FOR HIS PARTNER! THE PISTOLS ARE STILL IN THE GAME!

Foxx: THEY SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED!

Larsen: But they’re not, and the match continues! Eastwood makes the cover again to try and get the most mileage out of it! One, two, thr- no, the ref stops the count because James’s foot is on the bottom rope!

Foxx: It was going to be all over! Damn that Pearson!

Larsen: Eastwood is beyond frustrated at this point and whips James to the HavOc corner, where Eastwood tags in O’Rion!

Foxx: Here it is, they’re gonna kill James with a double team move, I can feel it! They better take care of that Pearson too!

Larsen: Eastwood and O’Rion have James between them, and they lift him up on their shoulders into the powerbomb position!

Foxx: This powerbomb is REALLY gonna destroy James now!

Larsen: James is high in the air... but he reaches forward, diving for and flipping into the ropes, out of the powerbomb position! HavOc doesn’t know what just happened there, and in their confusion, James had already slid under the ropes!

Foxx: What the?

Larsen: James with the double clothesline to send Eastwood and O’Rion to the outside! What a move! What clever wrestling!

Foxx: Lucky shot, sneaky bastard!

Larsen: James is tired but he’s still got some fuel left in him! He’s calling on his partner Pearson, who steps in the ring!

Foxx: What are these two faggots gonna do now?

Larsen: James is pointing to the outside, and Pearson nods... I think they’re going to do something big here!

Foxx: Spot monkeys! Through and through!

Larsen: The Pistols nod and run, bouncing off the ropes, rebounds into the direction of HavOc... jumps, there’s the springboard! SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESSES TO THE OUTSIDE!

The crowd pops huge for the high-flying move, but the adulation quickly turns into groans of pain as HavOc actually rolled out of the way to avoid the shooting star presses, making the Pistols crash and burn!

Foxx: HAH! I TOLD YOU!

Larsen: HAVOC ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! THE PISTOLS HIT NOTHING BUT PADDING AND CONCRETE! THAT’S GOTTA HURT!

Foxx: SPOT MONKEYS TO THE END, AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GET!

Larsen: The Silver Pistols crashed and burned... and I honestly think there’s no saving this now.

Foxx: The point is really but moot and academic right about now, for there is no other way this could go!

Larsen: O’Rion and Eastwood pick James up from the rubble and roll him in the ring. O’Rion’s going to finish this quickly and effortlessly.

Foxx: As I predicted from the start!

Larsen: O’Rion picks James’s seemingly lifeless body up, hooks his head, lifts... and hits the Crossed Wires, right into the turnbuckle. That’s more pain for Michael James’s already bruised and battered body... and it’s all but over at this point.

Foxx: O’Rion makes the cover, it’s over, nothing else matters! One, two, three, we’ve got the first Unified Tag Team Champions!

Shelia Blige: And here is your winner, the UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... O’RION AND JACK EASTWOOD... HAVOC!!!

O'Rion and Jack Eastwood (8.42 aps + 8.18 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.7 avs = 18.2 total)
Michael James and Robert Pearson (8.05 aps + 8.35 aps + 1.4 avs = 17.8 total)

The ref hands HavOc all four belts as they celebrate in the ring. EMTs also start pouring in from the back to tend to James in the ring and Pearson still lying lifeless at ringside.

Larsen: Look at that. HavOc had to practically kill the Pistols to win.

Foxx: Will you please stop sounding so morose?

Larsen: I wanted a good back and forth contest, with the best team actually coming out on top because of true effort, not because fate gave them a huge chance.

Foxx: The best team IS actually coming out on top, because the other team made a dreadful mistake!

Larsen: It was a good, clean match up until that point. While I would’ve done the same thing HavOc did, it’s quite a shame for the Pistols. Despite that, it was a valiant effort by the Pistols there. This showing, aside from the misfortunate error they committed, proved more what was already proven – they were indeed worth the TV Tag belts.

Foxx: Oh, stop it, Larsen, stop it. Stop making excuses for the losers. Ultimatum is a night to celebrate the winners, and the winners are HavOc!

Larsen: I’m also celebrating the fact that I’m able to do what you can’t – be diplomatic.

Foxx: And diplomacy is for losers! Ladies and gentlemen, let’s go backstage while the EMTs clean up the lifeless forms of the Pistols from this ring!

Larsen: They really left it all in that ring, quite literally. They can’t even move on their own.

Foxx: I already announced the backstage interviewer, douche! Be quiet about it!

The scene does come backstage to the locker room of Skyler Striker, who has his Abandoned Championship on the bench next to him. He is not alone, however – Leah Striker, as well as their twin children April and John, are also present, with the children tucked away and sleeping in a double pram. Striker laces his boots as he speaks in preparation for his match.

Leah: Promise me you’ll be safe again?

Skyler: Of course. I’ll be fine. Doc won’t know what hit him.

Leah: What are you going to do when you’ve beaten him?

Skyler: I know exactly what I’ll be doing. I’ll be heading for whoever wins the FMW Championship tonight, and I’ll be going straight for their belt. The number one contender spot is crowded as it is – Smitten, Flare, and whoever loses tonight’s match – but there’s enough room in there for me.

Leah: But they all have official shots – rematch clauses and the like.

Skyler: Then I will MAKE room. I’m done with playing a minor role in this company.

There is a moment of silence. Leah reaches out and grabs Skyler’s hand, an impressive feat with her lack of sight.

Leah: And Derrick?

Skyler: Good mentor, bad choice of friend. I’m not taking him lightly but I’m done with these morality lessons. I want my chance at the top, and I won’t get it unless I beat him here and prove I’m credible.

Leah: Be safe.

Skyler: Always.

Skyler kisses his wife’s forehead and casts a loving look over his sleeping children, and departs the room, with Leah’s blind eyes following him the entire way.

Stone: Well, I believe it’s now time for our last non-title match of the evening – and what a match it is! This grudge match has been brewing for months on end now and it’s finally arrived at Full Metal’s greatest show of all!

Foxx: It will definitely be nice to see these two men air our their tensions finally. Doc’s had a cold indifference –as usual – about this match, and he’s also retiring here tonight. He’s got something to fight for, I guess, but Striker won’t let it come easily.

Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tombstone, Arizona, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is a former Ultraviolent and Full Metal Champion, in his final FMW match, JOHN ‘DOC’ DERIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!

“Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones hits the speakers and there are no jeers to be heard. The crowd are on their feet in a standing ovation already as John Derrick hits the stage, as nonchalant as ever, and clearly not concerned about his retirement. He meanders to the ring, taking sips from a hip flask attached to his belt. When he does finally arrive in the ring, he tosses the flask, now empty, and feels along the ropes, the cheers following him in.

Stone: John Derrick, one of the finest to walk the halls of this company and indeed one of the greatest champions we have seen.

Foxx: I wouldn’t go that far. He showstopped the belt, remember? Not a single defence of our greatest title. There are better, but maybe he’s one of the most enduring characters we’ve ever seen.

Blige: And his opponent, from Perth, Australia and weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the current AND two time Abandoned Champion, SKYLER STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKER!!!

“Never Take Us Alive” by Madina Lake starts up and sky blue lights flash until the guitar intro comes crashing in. The crowd’s reaction is mixed, caused by the strong support for the retiring Derrick and the resilient fans of the Abandoned Champion. Striker makes his way out, enthusiastic as ever, carrying with him the Abandoned title belt. He belts to the ring, hi-fiving fans on the way, but at the end of the barricades he stops and pauses to look at Derrick, who does not return his gaze. Striker hands the belt to the referee as soon as he enters the ring and keeps his eyes focused on Derrick.

Stone: Skyler Striker here to give Derrick his final sendoff, and he probably doesn’t deserve that negative reaction he’s getting from the fans either. Derrick’s retiring whether he wins or loses, and Striker can’t change that.

Foxx: Ever think the reaction might come from the fact that Striker isn’t even defending his belt? He’s got to be the ONLY champion that didn’t put his belt on the line tonight. That’s just cowardice in my eyes.

Stone: What good is defending the belt against someone who’s retiring?

The commentators subside their voices as Striker stares down Derrick in the ring. Derrick has no interest in a standoff, and he merely leans against the ring ropes casually. Striker shouts various calls to battle at him but Derrick simply looks at him, bored.

Foxx: Derrick not playing into any of Striker’s mind games.

Stone: Striker charges! He goes for a clothesline and... hits it! Derrick flies over the top rope and hits the mat just in front of our desk, Striker done wasting time!

Foxx: Derrick getting to his knees, Striker on the turnbuckle... he’s going airborne already!

Stone: I think he’s waited long enough to get his hands on Derrick! Derrick finally on his feet and Striker with a corkscrew senton! Both men go down and the crowd are already on their feet!

Foxx: Alternating chants of ‘Striker’ and ‘Derrick’, the crowd are getting into it as well!

Stone: And so they should. Striker on his feet, lifts Derrick to his feet as well and he rams Derrick’s head against our desk! They’re only a few feet in front of us and I can see Derrick look a little shaken as Striker does it again!

Foxx: Take it away from here! Go to the Spanish announce desk, break their stuff! It’s probably made of balsa wood anyway!

Stone: That’s a little bit racist.

Foxx: Aren’t we all?

Stone: You’re pathetic. Derrick is stumbling a little blindly away from that table but Striker is on him like lightning, and he grabs Derrick’s head, smashes it into the ring post this time! Throws Derrick into the ring, and he slides in after... something’s a little weird here. Derrick is a former FMW Champion but he’s put up no defences at all against Striker here in this match.

Foxx: How do you mean?

Stone: Didn’t block the clothesline or duck it, didn’t catch Striker’s airborne attack, didn’t try and stop the head smashing. He hasn’t even TRIED to do any of those things, it’s like he’s just gone lax.

Foxx: You think he’s trying to lose?

Stone: Well, Striker hasn’t tried to pin him yet, so I’m not entirely sure. He might just be having a bad start.

Striker looks quizzically at Derrick, who is lying prone in the ring. Striker puts a foot on his chest, and the referee goes down to count the pin. It makes it to the count of two when Striker removes his foot and departs the ring, grabbing a microphone and re-entering it, looking quite annoyed.

Striker: Stop playing games, John! What’s the deal? What happened to tearing down the house?! Did you lose your passion when you lost that belt? When I stabbed you in the back? Are you still that depressed over it?

From nowhere, Derrick rolls to his feet and grabs the microphone off of Striker. The crowd cheer but Striker does not budge an inch, leaving the two in a staredown.

Doc: Are you still that arrogant? I’m not and never have been and never wanted to call myself your mentor, kid, but you still haven’t learned anything from me? What conundrum could possibly make you think that my actions have anything to do with you? You’re still the selfish little prick you were so many weeks and months ago. I pity your kids.

This touches a chord in Striker who grabs the mic and gets in Doc’s face.

Striker: People need to be selfish every now and again. My kids don’t need your pity. They need a father who can take a stand and aim high. So I’m going to do that. I’m going to win. I’m going to beat you tonight, and I’m going to become Full Metal Champion. And there isn’t anything you can do about it.

Dropping the mic, Striker throws a punch at Derrick, who is hit but then throws one back to the delight of the crowd. Finally starting to fight back, Derrick trades blows with Striker until derrick eventually takes the advantage, whipping Striker to the ropes and avoiding a clothesline. Striker returns only to receive a mule kick to the jaw courtesy of Doc, and he tumbles to the mat and then outside the ring, taking a second to breathe.

Foxx: Finally, some real action in this match! We might get a fight out of these two after all!

Stone: Did you really expect Striker to walk away with a cheap victory? He wants to beat Derrick and prove that he’s capable of winning a big victory. I think Doc’s just challenging him, and something in me tells me that Doc WANTS Striker to realise he has to live outside his family sometimes.

Foxx: Too psychological, I think. Maybe Doc just thinks Striker’s a jerk.

Stone: That’s not what Doc thinks, that’s what you think. Striker back inside the ring now, walks right into an STO from Derrick! Striker planted on the mat and Doc goes for a pin, one, two, kickout!

Foxx: The Doctor is digging in here, brings Striker to his feet and whips him towards the turnbuckle.

Stone: Striker reverses, Derrick hits the turnbuckle and now Striker charges, Doc dodges and lifts Striker quickly, snake eyes! Striker stumbles back and now Derrick follows up with a running bulldog!

Foxx: Striker is really being beaten down by Derrick now! What was all that about being a future world champion?

Stone: Derrick with another pin attempt, another two count there, Striker may not have the advantage but he won’t give up easy.

Foxx: Doc not playing around though, he’s laying into Striker with some closed fists now!

Stone: Striker tries to protect himself but the ref tells Doc to get off, which he does, Striker rolls away and gets to his feet.

Foxx: Abandoned Champion looks furious at Doc, he charges again but Doc slides around him and catches the young Striker in a sleeperhold!

Striker begins fading as Doc cinches in the simple sleeper. The crowd are on their feet, chanting at the top of their lungs for both parties – ‘Striker! Derrick! Striker! Derrick!’ alternating as the thunder of so many voices fills the stadium. Back in the ring, the simple clash becomes increasingly closer to the mat as Striker collapses to his knees, Doc still holding on as hard as he can.

Stone: Striker is fighting for his future in FMW here! He’d be crushed if he loses this match! Derrick is simply fighting to go out with a victory, the best he can hope for! Two former friends, student and... well, semi-teacher I guess, but nonetheless there’s pride at stake here and it looks like Doc will be the one leaving with it!

Foxx: Pride, maybe, but there’s barely any left of it for either to take if they win. Doc’s washed up these days and Striker hasn’t won a big match in donkey’s years.

Stone: I don’t think they care about public pride – the crowd may as well not be here for these two. This is real personal.

The referee raises Striker’s hand once and it falls like a stone. The crowd continue their respective chants and a second time Striker’s hand falls to the mat. The referee lifts Striker’s hand a third time and it falls to the mat – or rather an inch off of it. The crowd are silent for a moment as Striker’s clenched fist holds off the mat and then they erupt into chanting again as Striker fights out of Derrick’s hold, slowly rising to one knee and then to both feet.

Foxx: Persistent little bugger, ain’t he?

Stone: He is at that! Striker fights out of Derrick’s sleeper hold and now he’s on both feet, elbows Derrick and he’s finally free! Striker hits the ropes, Derrick dodges the clothesline but doesn’t expect to see Striker stop, duck back under and hit an STO!

Foxx: Derrick’s face planted into the mat and Striker’s already headed to the turnbuckle, Derrick getting to his feet...

Stone: Striker launches himself into the air and look at that! SHOOTING STAR missile dropkick! How’s that for an aerial manoeuvre?

Foxx: Derrick planted right back onto the mat and now Striker has Derrick up on his feet, grabs the wrist... what the hell did he just do?

Stone: Bridging wristlock dragon suplex.

Foxx: Yeah! He got him with that and there’s a pin from the bridge, one, two, kickout from Derrick!

Stone: Derrick not ready to give up either yet but the crowd are on their feet, Striker and Derrick trading blows as Derrick gets to his feet! Striker! Doc! Striker! Doc!

Foxx: Doc! Doc! Derrick takes the advantage! Whips Striker into the ropes, catches the returning Striker and crosses the arms, WHISKEY BLACKOUT NUMBER SEVEN!

Stone: Striker’s neck and shoulders hit the mat HARD! This match may be over!

Foxx: Pin! ONE!

Stone: TWO!

Foxx: THRE-NO! WHAT?!

Stone: Striker kicks out of Doc’s finisher! He kicked out of Ol’ Number Seven! Doc lifts him again and Striker’s definitely dazed, crosses the arms and he’s going to hit a second! Spins Striker upside down-

Foxx: Striker flips himself! The Abandoned Champion spun himself further than Doc expected! Striker on his feet and now he won’t release Doc’s arms, kicks the gut!

Stone: Striker moves his arms to hook Doc, and quick as lightning! EXILE TO OBLIVION! That modified Ranhei has put many an opponent down in the past and now Doc may fall victim! Pinfall! ONE!

Foxx: TWO!

Stone: THREE! THREE! The bell rings! Skyler Striker has defeated John Derrick!

Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, SKYLER STRIIIIKER!!!!

Skyler Striker (7.66 aps - 0.3 penalty + 2.0 avs = 9.36 total)
John "Doc" Derrick (0.0 aps + 0.4 avs = 0.4 total)

“Never Take Us Alive” by Madina Lake hits the speakers and Striker rolls off Derrick, resting against the ropes and rubbing his neck and upper back. Derrick very slowly sits up and spots Striker out of the corner of his eye, no expression on his face. He speaks something inaudible to Striker and then rolls out of the ring, not a word to the crowd he has already said goodbye to.

Foxx: Well, it’s an anticlimactic ending, all things considered.

Stone: I think Doc likes it that way, somehow.

Foxx: Maybe. What did he say to Striker?

Stone: Cameras didn’t quite catch it. I can’t read lips. Maybe Striker will say, but for now, this is the end of one fantastic career in FMW and the beginning of a big journey for another.

Derrick walks up the ramp and does not hesitate, does not look back. Striker, now on his feet, stands at the ropes and watches his friend depart the FMW arena for the final time.

Foxx: Huh. Don’t quite know what I was expecting to happen upon the end of that.

Stone: Me neither. But Striker defeats Derrick and we still have three titles on the line tonight!

The scene cuts entirely away from the arena, and from backstage, and from the entire arena. Instead, we find ourselves zooming in from a long distance. The night sky is dark, thundering, and we are zooming up a long, curvy road, and at the top of the hill is a menacing building, with the words ‘THE LOONEY BIN ASYLUM’ written over the main gate. Thunder and lightning abound as we cut closer and closer, until one wall in particular is in our view of the entire facility. There is an alarm sound, dogs barking, guards yelling, and then in an almighty crash, the wall we are focusing on explodes outwards, crumbling as some sort of wheeled device plows through it.

Guard: AFTER THEM!

The guards, however, have no method of chasing the speeding vehicle, and our view goes back to the vehicle itself – a chariot, led by two white horses in armoured helmets and carrying two men in straitjackets who look all too familiar.

Mercury: Where are we going, sir? Do we have a destination in mind yet?

MASS Caesar: OF COURSE! We are going to reclaim MY Full Metal Empire!

The chariot flies down the hill and onto the public streets. Upon a red light, the chariot even stops, waiting for a few cars to pass by, and then when it is green again Caesar and Mercury shoot off into the distance.

Larsen: This next one really needs no introduction. A triple threat match, two falls, two titles. With the involvement of today’s most dominant and two of FMW’s all-time most dominant…walking away with one belt will cement you as a legend.

Foxx: If Jaro can walk that is! I like Harlequin as much as the next guy but come on.

Larsen: You expected something different?

Buster Cherry: The Following Contest is the TRIPLE THREAT TWO FALLS TO A FINISH MATCH FOR THE FULL METAL WRESTLING ULTRAVIOLENT AND C-4 DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! The first fall will be for the C-4 title and will be contested under C-4 rules. The next fall will be contested for the Ultraviolent title. The champions do not have to be pinned to lose their titles.

The Rogers Centre crowd goes nuts in anticipation. After a few moments of silence, “Mother” by Danzig starts to play. Jaro, on crutches due to his earlier attack at the hands of HavOc, slowly enters with the Ultraviolent title around his waist. With a cocky smirk on his face, he makes his way down to boos and surprisingly a few cheers.

Cherry: Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia weighing 220 pounds, he is the FMW Ultraviolent Champion…JAROOOOO!!!

Foxx: I didn’t expect Jaro to make it out. In fact, even if he was ready, I figured he would have waited until the time was right.

Larsen: Surprised me too.

Jaro rolls into the ring, putting little weight on his injured ankle. He asks for a mic as the crowd boos.

Jaro: You know, I actually thought about waiting 6 or 7 minutes into this match and then entering, with Buster or Foxx over there shouting “JARO HAS RETURNED! HE'S HERE! ZOMG!!1!”, but that would be a little too cliché. With that said, I’m gonna lay it all out for you asswipes. No surprises, just pure facts. I fracture my ankle three times a day anyway so this pain is nothing to me. I still come in to work and jump around and shit.

Jaro then actually drops his crutches and jumps around a bit on his injured right ankle, wincing a little but still. Afterwards he looks to the crowd as if to say ‘See?’

Jaro: And if that’s not enough for you, I do P90X as well. I mean, how else do you get a physique such as mine? You sheep seem to have forgotten just who the fuck I am and what the fuck I am capable of. In fact, I still believe that you’re stuck on your flavor of the month clown-boy. So, I am going to own his ass, no homo and altar boy will get his ass handed to him as well. I am Mother Fucking Jaro, dammit and Jaro can do anything. Bring out my next victims!

Jaro drops the mic and goes to a corner, hobbling a bit on the way. He removes his title and places it on his shoulder as “Monument” by A Day To Remember starts to play. Drew Michaels comes out to a hero’s welcome, obviously alive. C-4 title in hand, Drew walks towards the ring with a smile on his face, seemingly impressed that Jaro didn’t take the easy way out.

Cherry: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania weighing 235 pounds, he is the FMW C-4 Division Champion….DREWWW MIIIIICHAELS!!!



Larsen: Well, Drew looks ready to go and considering the rumors floating around, I couldn’t be happier to see him.

Foxx: Of course he does, as soon as the bell rings he’s going for the ankle. It’s a miracle if Jaro leaves without a shattered ankle, let alone a title! But fuck Drew Michaels, he faked his own death just to get some sympathy and a few more people to cheer for him. As if these people weren’t going to do it anyway.

Michaels goes to a corner and looks Jaro right in the eye. Jaro spits in his direction and then the following plays over the PA:



“Voodoo” by Godsmack plays as Harlequin saunters his way from the back. With an eager, sickening smile on his face as always, Harlequin makes his way to the ring with a bit of pep in his step, salivating at the chance to injure Jaro even more. Jaro glares at Harley as Harley lets loose his infamous cackle. Drew stares at both men, knowing that he’s the one with the most to lose this fall.

Cherry: Finally, from Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada weighing 200 pounds…HARRRRLEQUINNNNN!

Larsen: Harley’s here to mangle, without a doubt. I can wait for this one to begin.

Foxx: You just hope Jaro gets his ass whipped.

Larsen: Well, of course.

Foxx: You are sick.

The bell rings as the C-4 title is held high to signify that it is first on the line.

Larsen: And there’s the bell!

Foxx: Jaro is backing up, not wanting to risk his ankle…but Harlquin is heading right for Jaro.

Larsen: Michaels quickly intercepts Harlequin with a running clothesline and down goes Harley!

Foxx: That’s a DQ! He hit him in the face!

Larsen: You know it isn’t, Drew struck him in the chest with his arm. Jaro quickly scrambles out of their way, looking for his chance. Drew has Harlequin up and a Bitch Slap rocks the clown!

Foxx: But Harley laughs it off and responds with a slap of his own and a kick to the gut. Irish Whip now, and Jaro pulls the ropes on the rebound and Drew goes flying.

With Drew out of the way for now, Harley wastes no time going after Jaro, in particular his right ankle. Harley picks the ankle out from under Jaro and stares Jaro, who is on one foot right in the face, threatening to strike the ankle with a hard clubbing blow. Jaro quickly counters with an enziguri and is back to his feet a little slowly. He advances on Harley and rams him into the turnbuckle, beginning to stomp a mudhole into the man he beat for the title. Drew is quickly back in, and as Jaro stomps Harley onto his ass, Drew makes a big move, tossing Jaro back with a release German Suplex.

Larsen: The champion is back in this now and he goes for a cover, only getting one. Foxx, humor me with some analysis. Who is the favorite in this C-4 atmosphere?

Foxx: To be honest, I can’t say. Jaro is better on one foot than most people, but with Harley obviously looking for the ankle at all times I don’t like his chances here. Harley is looking for ruinous damage and if a title comes so be it. Drew is the defending champ and a top technician, be he has always worked best in hardcore situations, as have the ‘challengers’ so I don’t have any clue.

Larsen: Drew has Jaro in an armbar here, and Jaro is trying to scramble to the ropes.

Foxx: I’m surprised that Drew has taken the high road so far. I’d have been all over Jaro’s busted wheel right now.

Larsen: And right on cue, Harlequin is up and about, and responds with a VICIOUS stomp to Jaro’s right ankle! Drew releases his hold and is after Harley but Drew is caught with a knee to the gut and then a backbreaker.

Foxx: Harley isn’t even going for a cover. As soon as Drew is down, he goes for Jaro. I think that Ultraviolent title loss bothered him a bit more than he leads on.

Larsen: Harley takes Jaro to his feet and bull rushes him into the corner. Harley with a knife-edge chop and one more for good measure. He’s going back to the ankle, weaving the ankle through the ropes but Drew is back!

Drew whirls around Harlequin and fires a palm strike to Harley’s face, staggering the HavOc member. Harley is then Irish whipped into the turnbuckle and Drew follows in with a Stinger Splash. Harley staggers out into the grasp of Michaels, and Michaels floors Harley with a Samoan Drop. Meanwhile, Jaro gingerly removes his ankle from the ropes as Drew rises to his feet. Drew charges for a splash but Jaro manages to meet Drew in mid-air with a jumping STO takedown.

Larsen: Jaro with the impactful counter here, and here is the cover…1…2..Michaels gets the shoulder up.

Foxx: Look at the smile on Jaro’s face, I think he’s starting to build a little faith in his busted ankle.

Larsen: Jaro is now going for Harley and a forearm club to Harley’s back. Jaro sets up for a suplex, but he’s struggling to hold up Harley on the bad wheel. Harley lands behind Jaro and a vile kick right to the ankle that flips Jaro every which way!

Foxx: At this rate, Jaro’s leg will never heal. Michaels is coming towards the action here and Harlequin with a scoop powerslam stops Michaels! Harley is back on Jaro now and Jaro is picked up to his feet and brought down with a hangman’s necbreaker. Harlequin isn’t even going for the pin here…just trading stomps with the downed Michaels and Jaro.

Larsen: I don’t think he even wants the C-4 title. He seems to be dying for the Ultraviolent setting. Harley is at Jaro’s feet, grabbing the injured ankle…Jaro kicks him away. Jaro gets to his feet but is brought to his knees by a low dropkick from Harlequin.

Foxx: Harlequin is looking for a spinning toehold and he’s got it!

Harlequin cinches it in as Jaro tries to escape. He scrambles to the ropes but Harlequin pulls him back to the center of the ring. Michaels pulls himself up and waits until Harlequin is looking directly at Jaro’s body and rushes in, driving Harlequin’s face and head into Jaro’s chest and torso with a Undertaker-esque Running DDT!

Larsen: Michaels kills two birds with one stone!

Foxx: Fuck him that wasn’t bad.

Jaro struggles to his knees as his face shows that the wind has been knocked out of him, and Harley, while smiling, isn’t quite sure where he is. Michaels, not going for the pin, snatches Harley to his feet and turns him inside out with a HUGE short-range lariat. Michaels. The crowd begins to chant Michaels’ name as he places Harley on the top rope, facing the ring. Michaels goes to mount the ropes but Jaro out of nowhere pushes Michaels’ legs out from under him, sending him to the mat hard. Jaro then takes Drew to his feet and goes for a vertical suplex. With his back turned to the dazed Harlequin, Jaro manages to get Michaels up, but his leg buckles a little and he stumbles a couple of steps into the corner, inadvertently placing Michaels’ legs on Harley’s shoulders.

Larsen: This doesn’t look good for Michaels here. He’s caught in the hands of two of the most violent men in FMW history…

Foxx: Harley stands up and Jaro is now aware that he has some help!

Larsen: Jaro and Harley share a glance…and stereo evil grins…

Jaro now has Drew in a Neckbreaker hold and Harlequin has Drew in a Superbomb. Jaro takes a running start and dives, snatching down on the head as Harlequin jumps off the ropes, resulting in the two PLANTING Michaels into the mat at a nasty angle with an Elevated Neckbreaker/Superbomb combination! The crowd goes apeshit and starts dueling ‘F-M-W’ and ‘Holy Shit’ chants as all three men lie on the mat, having injured themselves in some way after the move.

Larsen: DREW MICHAELS HAS BEEN OBLITERATED!

Foxx: See, this is why you don’t play about death, it could fuck around and happen. If Michaels comes too he will have learned a lesson!

Larsen: I think Jaro and Harlequin’s mutual hate of Michaels brought about that devastating maneuver! Michaels has yet to move!

Foxx: Harlequin staggers towards Michaels, and stacks him with a prawn hold…1! 2! JARO MAKES THE SAVE!

Larsen: Michaels isn’t going anywhere after that, it’s all up to Jaro or Harlequin now.

Jaro and Harlequin begin to trade open-handed blows, Jaro getting the better. Jaro whips Harlequin into the ropes, taking him down with a high knee. Jaro grimaces as he lands, but he fights through the pain and takes Harley to his feet and flings him shoulder first into the ring post. Jaro repeats this twice over before giving Harlequin a back suplex with a bridge, well as good a bridge one can make on a bad ankle.

Foxx: 1! 2! Harlequin kicks out, but his shoulder has to be weakened! I don’t know who to cheer, Jaro or Harley!

Larsen: Michaels is starting to show life, be he’s obviously still out of it. He’s one big move away from losing the title he is.

Michaels slowly gets to all fours as Jaro looks to the crowd and motions for the end. He grabs Harlequin up, and bends down to lift for the Martyr Sauce, but Harlequin manages to roll through and bring Jaro to the mat ala sunset flip, but standing up to elbow drop Jaro’s ankle. Harlequin then pulls himself to his feet, favoring his shoulder. He brings Jaro to his feet, and in a display of power, quickly scoops up the Ultraviolent champion and slams him with a Fireman’s Carry Throat-First Flapjack across the ropes. Jaro thrashes about on the mat, trying to catch his breath.

Larsen: Jaro’s throat may have been crushed! Harlequin is in total control here, and he’s going for the weakened Michaels now. He can barely get to his feet…Michaels shoves Harlequin away, but Harley comes back and runs right into an Exploder Suplex out of desperation!

Foxx: He damn near dropped Smiley on his head did Michaels!

Larsen: Michaels drags Harlequin in position, and he’s going to the top rope…Michaels jumps…JARO! JARO DRAGGED HARLEQUIN OUT OF THE WAY OF THE EXECUTION!

Foxx: Here’s Jaro’s chance, all he has to do is capitalize! Jaro hits a sharp stomp to Harley for good measure, and I think the heel of Jaro’s boot caught him because Harley is busted open.

Larsen: Michaels is done for and Jaro bends down, looking for the lift portion of the Martyr Sauce…Harlequin out of nowhere with a chop block to Jaro before he could get him off the ground!

Harlequin wipes the blood from near his eye and shakes the cobwebs loose as Jaro rolls out of the ring in pain. Harlequin is right behind a hobbling Jaro and he grabs Jaro in a Full Nelson and turns his back towards the steep steps…and sends the steps toppling over as he throws Jaro torso first and himself into them with

Larsen: THE MOTHER FUCKING PALE RIDER INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!

Foxx: Oh! My! Damn!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

As Jaro writhes on the outside holding his ribs, Harlequin gets to his feet as the ref’s count reaches 8. He takes up a damn near beaten Jaro and manages to roll him back into the ring just as Michaels pulls himself to his feet, back turned to what just took place. Harlequin is slowly into the ring and he ‘collapses’ into the corner holding the back of his head, which grazed the steps. Michaels turns to see Jaro pretty much out of it, holding his ribs and Harlequin seemingly with little idea of where he is. Michaels, looking quite weary quickly takes advantage of this, with his back turned to Harlequin. Harlequin does nothing but smile as Jaro is taken to his feet.

Larsen: Harlequin looks like he’s gonna let it happen…Jaro is flattened with the WICKED DDT! Drew with the cover…1! 2! 3!!!

Foxx: One fall down, one to go!

Cherry: The winner of the first fall, and STILL FMW C-4 DIVISION CHAMPION… DREEWWWWW MIIIIIIICHAELLSSSSSSS!!!!! The next fall is for theFMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP! There will be a 30 second intermission before this next match begins.






Drew rolls away into a corner and takes a break. Meanwhile, Harlequin pops up and goes to the outside then under the ring, loading up the ring with any and every weapon he can grab. Jaro manages to come to, catching a replay of what just happened on the METAL-tron. With a far away look in his eye and a scowl on his face, Jaro coughs up blood as he pulls himself to his feet. The bell rings to signal the start of the second fall, and Jaro immediately wipes out Harlequin with a baseball slide.

Larsen: And now Jaro has the bulls-eye on his back, but he’s being the aggressor!

Foxx: Shit, why not? Michaels is out of it, if Jaro can quickly overwhelm Harlequin he might be able to take advantage of Drew!

Larsen: Jaro rams Harley into the fan barrier back first and then whips him into the steps! Now the Ultraviolent champion is going under the ring…The Ban-Hammer is out and this crowd is actually cheering Jaro grabbing his signature weapon!

Foxx: Harlequin is getting to his feet…BANHAMMER to the gut!

Larsen: And BANHAMMER again to Harley’s back!

Foxx: Jaro tosses the Banhammer into the ring out of the way, and he stomps on Harlequin’s ankle! And again!

Jaro reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair and clamps it around Harlequin’s right ankle. Jaro manages to hop onto the fan barrier and jumps, landing with an elbow drop onto the chair! Harlequin rolls around in agony, clutching at his ankle. With that Jaro grabs a ladder and sets it up near the ring.

Larsen: Michaels looks like he’s getting his bearings, but Jaro is completely focused on Harlequin here!

Foxx: Jaro has Harlequin up now, and he has placed him in the tree of woe on the ladder...what’s he got planned here?

Larsen: I have no idea, but Harlequin’s ankle is sticking out of the other side of the ladder rung, and Harlequin is trapped!

Foxx: Jaro is on the apron now…and he has the Banhammer!

Larsen: Jaro with a hard kick to the upside down Harlquin’s chest and he pulls the ankle out a little and turns it just so…DON’T DO THAT JARO!

Jaro begins to smile as Harlequin tries to free himself. It’s too late. Jaro raises the Banhammer above his head, and brings it down across Harlequin’s ankle, sandwiching it between the mallet and the steel rung! In a rare sight, Harlequin yells in utter agony as Jaro yells profanity at Harlequin, who slinks off the ladder into a crumpled heap. The fans begin a ‘HE’S U-V! HE’S U-V!’ chant.

Foxx: Holy shit! I heard it crack…I swear I heard Harlequin’s ankle just snap!

Larsen: Jaro has seemingly gotten his revenge for his ankle injury and he gloats to the crowd…I can’t believe he had that in him.

Foxx: Where have you been during his career, Robb?

Larsen: Jaro is still gloating but Michaels just knocked him off the apron into the fan barrier! Michaels just may have been playing possum the whole time!

Foxx: Michaels is out there now and he’s coming our way with Jaro, and he rams Jaro face first into our table!

Larsen: Michaels is on our table now and Jaro looks dazed. Michaels with a sharp kick to Jaro’s stomach. Michaels is hooking him up for the Wicked DDT…but Jaro blocks it and nails a low blow!

Harlequin tries to pull himself up as Michaels falls to all fours on the announce table. Jaro gets down and grabs a chair, setting it up at his feet. With Michaels down, Jaro turns him face up and applies an Inverted Facelock, dragging Michaels to the point that only his feet remain on the table. Jaro positions the chair right beside him with his good foot, looks back at the struggling Harlequin, and quickly spins Michaels with a elevated Rolling Cutter onto the steel chair!

Larsen: SONIC REDUCER by Jaro! Michaels may have a broken jaw after that!

Foxx: Jaro gets to his feet here and he’s dragging Michaels up and back into the ring littered with weapons. Jaro grabs a trash can and places it on Michaels.

Larsen: And CRUSHES it back into Michaels with a Lionsault! Cover from Jaro…1…2….NO! Harlequin makes the save with a baseball bat!

Foxx: Where did he come from!

Larsen: I don’t know but Harlequin can barely stand, which is a miracle in itself! Harlequin winds up again as Jaro gets to his feet. Harlequin swings and Jaro ducks and hits a neckbreaker in retaliation!

Foxx: At this rate it’s only a matter of time before Jaro brings it home, ever since his title became the one at jeopardy he’s been mostly owning ass!

Larsen: That time may be up as Michaels is back up somehow. Jaro charges and Michaels back body drops Jaro all the way to the outside! Michaels is now out there, his face now a mask of blood and he has Jaro set up…POWERBOMB into the ring post! He still has the grip and he powerbombs Jaro onto the floor! But he still has the grip, lifts back up and powerbombs Jaro onto our table, which didn’t give a damn inch!

Larsen: And Michaels stumbles over to the ladder and sets it up near our table, and he has that chair! Harlequin is trying to get up but Michaels is already halfway up the ladder, chair in hand!

Michaels looks towards the lifeless Jaro but Harlequin halts Michaels progress with a Kendo stick shot. Harlequin slowly climbs up to meet Michaels but as SOON as Harlequin gets in range, Michaels jabs the chair into his face and then hooks up for a suplex. Michaels lifts…

Foxx: OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Larsen: DREW MICHAELS HAS SUPLEXED HARLEQUIN THROUGH JARO AND OUR TABLE OFF OF A GOD DAMN LADDER!

Foxx: They are all dead!

Larsen: How far will these men go to be victorious tonight!

Drew and Harlequin end up bouncing away from Jaro and ultimately out of postion to pin any one. Each man lies there, broken. The FMW faithful begins a ‘F-M-W!’ chant as the referee looks on, not sure whether to wait for one of them to show life or throw up the ‘X’ hand sign for injury, which is a given after that.

Larsen: The ref is conversing with Buster here and he looks like he wants to stop it. It would be a damn shame for a match like this to end in a stoppage.

Foxx: Larsen, the Rogers Centre would fucking RIOT!

Larsen: The ref looks towards the back and goes to toss up the ‘X’ signal...but there’s life!

Drew begins to stir, hand shaking as he grabs a hold of the fan barrier. He pulls himself up agonizingly slow and gets to his feet, soaking in the encouragement from the crowd. Soon after, Jaro and Harlequin start to move, Harlequin a bit better than Jaro. Jaro gets to all fours and Drew grabs a hold of him and drags him to the ringside area, rolling him in the ring.

Foxx: Jaro’s done. All three of them are done, this match is one move away, and sadly it looks like the man of God is about to become a double champion!

Larsen: Drew wants to win it in the middle of the ring here, and he clears the ring of the weapons except for one, a barbed wire wrapped steel chair!

Foxx: Drew looks towards the crowd…and JARO SHOOTS AN INSIDE CRADLE…1…2…THRE-NO!!

Larsen: Jaro almost stole it! He almost pulled it off right there!

Foxx: Looks like the ultimate duel is on, Robb!

After Drew kicks out, he pulls himself up with a look of disbelief on his face. Jaro is back up, armed with the Banhammer. Drew grabs the barbed-wire chair. Each man running on fumes, they circle each other looking for an opening. They clash in the middle.

Foxx: They’re swinging away here, each man’s weapon is keeping them in it but one square shot could very well be the end!

Larsen: One more stereo swing and THEY BOTH CONNECT! They both are knocked back into the ropes and as the meet in the middle we have a slugfest!

Foxx: Jaro connects with a right hand!

Larsen: Drew answers back!

Foxx: Jaro!

Larsen: Drew!

Foxx: JARO!

Larsen: DREW!

Foxx: JARO!

Larsen: NO! DREW BLOCKED IT! Drew answers with the right hand and drops him with a clothesline! Jaro is back up purely on adrenaline and is TURNED INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT!

Foxx: Unreal! Drew put all he had into that big strike!

Larsen: Cover by Michaels…Jaro gets the shoulder up!

Foxx: Michaels looks a little stunned, but it’s gonna take something Ultraviolent to win this one! Harlequin is crawling towards the ring trying to get in…where did he get a baseball bat from?!?!?

Larsen: With so much carnage around ring side, it’s anyone’s guess. Jaro reverses Drew’s Irish whip and Powerslam! 1…2…NO! Michaels kicks out! Jaro can’t believe it and now he has that barbed wire chair!

Foxx: Bye-Bye Michaels!

Larsen: Jaro swings, MICHAELS DUCKED! THE CHAIR GOES RIGHT OFF THE ROPES BACK INTO JARO’S FACE!

Jaro drops the chair, looking dazed, rocked and everything in between. Drew grabs the chair and blasts Jaro in the back with it. Jaro goes to all fours and Drew drops the chair at his feet and makes the symbolic ‘It’s Over!’ sign as the crowd cheers! Meanwhile, with his last bit of energy, he pulls himself up to his feet, and readies the bat, unknown to Drew.

Foxx: Fight it Jaro!

Larsen: Drew is looking for the Wicked DDT on that chair…look out Drew!

Harlequin dashes to Drew and swings, BREAKING the bat across the upper back of Michaels then stumbling out of the ring in exhaustion, then quickly rolling under it. Michaels collapses onto Jaro who hits a knee. Sensing that Michaels has gone limp…Jaro musters up all he can and ducks under Michaels’ legs and lifts, shuffling towards the barbed wire chair as his leg quivers as if it will give out at any second. Fortunately, Jaro executes one second early.

Larsen: MARTYR SAUCE ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR!!!

Foxx: Jaro has the cover…1…2…3!!!!! JARO RETAINS HIS TITLE!

The crowd explodes in an standing ovation to what they have just witnessed as “Mother” by Danzig begins to play. Jaro rolls away from Michaels, completely out of it.

Cherry: The winner of the second and final fall, and STILL FMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION… JAAAAARRROOOOOOO!!!!!

Drew Michaels (9.06 aps + 1.1 avs = 10.16 total)
Jaro (8.97 aps + 1.1 avs = 10.07 total)
Harlequin (8.83 aps + 0.8 avs = 9.63 total)

Jaro immediately stands and searches for Harlequin, pissed and tired as all hell. He grabs Cherry’s mic and screams into it, ignoring his championship belt.

Jaro: HARLEQUIN! GET OUT HERE YOU FUCKING CLOWN!

Harlequin: Now where’s the fun in that?

Jaro: Why? Why help Drew retain and then turn around 180 and help ME retain?

There is no response.

Jaro: ANSWER ME! FUCKING HELL, ANSWER ME!

Harlequin emerges from the side of the ring behind Jaro, leaning casually on the announce desk.

Harlequin: Seemed like the fair thing to do. I wouldn’t want either of you to get your panties all twisted if you thought I was playing favourites, now, would I?

Jaro: Get in this ring. Right now. End of story. I’ll show you what I think of your PITIFUL fucking mind games.

Harlequin: Certainly.

Harlequin curiously enters the ring and leaves his microphone behind, putting his hands behind his back and waiting for Jaro to attack. Jaro hesitates for a second and then decks Harlequin with a forceful right hand. He proceeds to kick the living daylights out of Harlequin, much to the applause of the crowd. Jaro stomps on Harlequin’s ankle, seeking repayment, and spends a good minute absolutely mauling Harlequin with fists, kicks, and all manner of shots. Harlequin begins bleeding from various cuts on his forehead and arms. Meanwhile, Drew backs up the ramp, not wanting any more part of this maniacal exchange.

Larsen: Look out behind, Drew!

O’Rion, Eastwood and Frost charge Drew and they are all over him before he can escape. The three are vicious with Drew, clawing and biting with teeth and hands. Mothers begin covering their children’s eyes as HavOc absolutely rip the flesh itself off of Drew, his blood beginning to cover his entire body. Frost tears viciously at Drew’s arms, scratching until the blood runs freely, while Eastwood acts little better than a dog, biting Drew’s fingers quite viciously, ripping off fingernails and not sparing a second thought for all the blood. O’Rion resorts to simply punching Drew in the face, and it is lucky for Drew that Jaro turns away from the fallen Harlequin and towards him.

Foxx: Jaro is PISSED! He’s furious and now he’s sprinting up the ramp towards the other HavOc members!

Harlequin, lying bloody and beaten on the ring mat, fumbles around him and grabs the microphone that Jaro dropped. His breathing is heavy, and all his words are mumbled and muttered, but his smile never leaves his face.

Harlequin: Jaro... where are you going, Jaro? Why... do you have to ruin... our fun? Haha... it wouldn’t REALLY be an Ultimatum... without poor Drew... getting his skin ripped apart now, would it?

Jaro ignores Harlequin’s ranting and storms further up the entrance ramp, none of the three HavOc members attacking Drew paying him a second’s worth of attention as they continue their vicious mauling. Drew looks to be nearly, if not totally, unconscious.

Harlequin: JARO! Oh, Jaro... why will you not cry HavOc... and let slip the Dogs of War?

Again Jaro continues his march up the ramp and is only a few feet away from the trio when Harlequin cries out a third time.

Harlequin: JARO! Why don’t you come back here and FIGHT me? Or are you an ever bigger bitch than dear, pregnant little Celeste?

This does it for Jaro. He turns from Drew and belts back to the ring at full speed, and makes it to the ring where he slides in and begins absolutely annihilating Harlequin once again.

Larsen: Is Harlequin... LAUGHING?

Foxx: Holy shit, he is... the man is a maniac. A psychopath. He’s totally crazy.

Jaro’s blows only cause Harlequin to laugh louder, and Harlequin shouts ‘MORE! HURT ME MORE! GIVE ME PAIN, JARO! YES! YES!’. Meanwhile the other members of HavOc have picked up what is left of Drew Michaels and thrown him into the ring. Drew is almost unrecognizable, and there is not a single square centimetre of him that is not covered in blood. Flesh hangs off of his body, his arms and legs, and there is a nasty patch on the top of his skull that looks to have been scraped away.

Larsen: I’m gonna be sick...

Foxx: You’re not the only one... shit! That’s just insane, even for me and Morph!

Stone, behind the remains of his announce table, throws up, and the audience boos are incredible. Jaro notices Drew next to him, but Harlequin manages to whisper into the microphone.

Harlequin: Don’t... let him... distract... you! AHA!

Harlequin, absolutely demolished, takes seconds to even form words, and many of the arena members are closing their eyes, turning away, or leaving the arena – some are doing all three. The three HavOc members on the outside of the ring remain there, looking at their handiwork, at the bloodied and laughing Harlequin, and at the enraged, furious Jaro.

Larsen: Harlequin’s just sitting against the ropes, beaten, absolutely destroyed, but still laughing, and Jaro... he’s raising his hand for the final blow!

Jaro lifts his hand high, ready to throw a thunderous punch at Harlequin, and launches it at full speed.

Foxx: He didn’t hit him! He’s... holding out his hand?

Larsen: Uh oh...

Harlequin stares dementedly up at Jaro and takes his hand, shaking it.

Harlequin: Welcome aboard!

Larsen: And there’s the real Jaro. Brought down to Harlequin’s level through pure chaos.

Jaro turns to Drew and lifts him off of the mat. Drew can’t stand under his own power, so Jaro holds him there, looking him in the eyes with a look of pure evil.

Jaro: You always manage to bring out the BEST in me, don’t you, Drew Michaels?

With that, Jaro clotheslines drew back to the mat and begins kicking the shit out of him with vicious blows to the ribcage, the legs, the spine and even Drew’s head. The crowd boo this change of heart but Jaro takes no notice, brutalizing his archrival.

Foxx: Where’s Bryson when Drew needs him most? I guess now he’s World Champion he doesn’t want to risk his own skin!

Larsen: I don’t think anyone would, just look at Drew! He won’t be back in FMW for months, even years after a beating like this! This isn’t anything like last year at all! Last year was about humiliation for Jaro, he wanted Drew to be laughed at, to look like a fool for being a hero. This is about nothing less and nothing more than pure PAIN. Jaro wants revenge, he wants Drew to suffer.

Jaro lifts Drew and holding a foot to Drew’s side, he pulls sharply on Drew’s arm until there is a hideous popping sound, and with this Drew’s arm becomes dislocated from the shoulder. Jaro laughs and picks it up by the hand, with drew now unable to move it. Jaro brings Drew’s arm and slaps Michaels across the face with it, laughing like a maniac. He does this a few times, laughing each time he forces Drew to slap himself. Drew occasionally screams out, still conscious, but losing most of his grip on reality. Harlequin merely sits against the ropes, laughing the entire time.

Larsen: This is disgusting. No-one to help him and HavOc here are really proving that they don’t care what anyone thinks, they’ll sink to any depth just for the sake of causing chaos.

Foxx: Even I think this is a little far. Well, a lot far. As much as I dislike Drew, no human being deserves that kind of treatment.

After becoming bored with the arm trick, Jaro hoists Drew up and grabs him from behind, putting one hand on Drew’s upper teeth and one hand on the lower teeth, as if trying to open Michaels’ mouth. Then, with one sharp, sudden pull, Jaro rips Drew’s lower jaw from the upper and breaks it completely. Blood pours out of Drew’s mouth, pooling on the already blood-soaked ring. Michaels at this point is unconscious, Harlequin continues his laughter.

Jaro: You should have stayed dead, Drew, but I’m glad you came back!

With this, Jaro throws Drew to the mat, and Michaels, being nothing more than a lifeless and broken form, collapses awkwardly on his neck, damaging it as well. The picture is truly sickening. Flesh hangs off of Drew’s limbs and skull, his eyes are bloodshot and blood is even seeping out of the right eye, scratches and blood cover the entire surface of his body, his right arm is dislocated, and his jaw is broken.

Larsen: That’s about all I can take...

Both commentators throw up, and boos continue emanating from the audience as Jaro now departs the ring, covered in Harlequin and Michaels’ blood. The other HavOc members move aside and Frost hands him the Ultraviolent Championship as he leaves to a resoundingly loud chorus of booing from the crowd. Harlequin, in the ring, crawls slowly over to Drew, having recovered from his beating just enough, and whispers into the microphone.

Harlequin: Just like old times, hey Andrew? I did it. I have won!


Harlequin slithers out of the ring and the rest of HavOc assist him backstage as he grins and continues laughing the entire time. The crowd also boo them out, and then sit in sombre silence as EMTs rush the ring to assist Drew. He is quickly covered with a blanket for modesty’s sake and stretchered out ASAP, and a camera follows him the entire way to the back, showing the ambulance departing.

Larsen: That was sickening... truly sickening. I thought Jaro could sink no lower.

Foxx: Well, you were wrong...

Larsen: Harlequin played him. It was a mind game to the core. He didn’t care if he got hurt, it was all about turning Jaro back to the chaotic psychopath he was before he returned! This is going to mean hell for FMW.

Foxx: And this time there’s no good guy stable. There’s HavOc, who I’m fairly sure are ‘evil’, there’s the Initiative, who are apparently neutral, but there is no Resistance, no comeback. No heroes.

Larsen: This is going to be a dark time. I’m being told Celeste is making an announcement any second, so hopefully she can restore a little order.

The scene cuts to Celeste’s office, and she is clearly extremely disturbed and unhappy.

Celeste: I will point out, before I make an announcement, that I am both disgusted and horrified at the actions that have just taken place in an FMW ring, let alone an FMW Ultimatum ring. I assure you, HavOc, Jaro, there will be hell to pay for each and every one of you. However, I am here to make a professional announcement that will change the future of this company, and so I will maintain my composure for right at this moment.

Celeste takes a deep breath, and then the screen pans out to reveal a large monitor in her office.

Celeste: We like to regard the shows immediately following Ultimatum as a new period in FMW. At Ultimatum One we did not get off to the best start with Original Sin. This will be a different dawn. Following Ultimatum Two, ALL Alchemy and Anarchy shows are cancelled.

Foxx: WHAT?

Stone: WHAT?

Celeste: Full Metal Wrestling is going back to becoming a single entity. One show. But unlike the first shows that the company produced, it will not all be under one banner. Instead, we will be dividing the locker room into FOUR divisions.

Larsen: Holy shit!

Morpheus: I bags red!

Celeste flicks a button on her monitor, and her voice accompanies the shots on the screen.


Celeste: Corruption. The hardcore division of FMW. A division devoted to violence, destruction, weaponry, and people who can’t seem to get enough blood. Home of the Full Metal Ultraviolent Championship.


Celeste: Ammunition. The technical division. Dedicated to the art of wrestling, in-ring skill at its finest. The Full Metal C4 Championship will reside here.


Celeste: Distortion. A division for those who may be slightly loopy. For the deranged, the insane, and those trying to figure it all out. Our Full Metal Abandoned Championship will live on this brand.


Celeste: And last but not least, Ignition. Our showman’s division. For those who like their wrestling loud, flashy, and where the crowd can yell till their hearts are content. The newly renamed Full Metal Unstable Championship will be transferred here.

The images disappear and we return to a view of Celeste.

Celeste: Full Metal Wrestling will maintain one show, with four divisions. Each of these divisions will emphasize a particular aspect of wrestling. There will be standings within each of these divisions, and where superstars place on these standings will determine whether or not they are eligible for a Championship match on their respective division. The FMW World Championship and the FMW Undisputed Tag Team Championships will roam all four divisions. Interdivision matches will take place. And for all the fans, don’t feel left out – our own superstars are not even aware of this either. This new form will present new challenges, new matches, and new life for FMW. This is the beginning of a new era for this company and you are invited to be a part of it. I understand that both fans and employees will have questions about this new format, so please feel free to ask on our website at FMW.com.

Celeste flicks back to the monitor again, which is black for the moment.

Celeste: And finally, one brief note about the rosters for these divisions. As you will notice, I named each division one of our four second-tier singles championships. The superstars holding these belts have been automatically assigned to the division that their belt resides in.



Celeste: All other superstars will find out their brand allocations following Ultimatum Two at a time to be announced. Thankyou to all of you who have supported FMW and please enjoy our main event!

With a smile, Celeste disappears and the four logos flash on screen for a second before we return to ringside.

The Skydome begins to dim down, bringing an eerie hush over the 60,000 plus fans in attendance. All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes go towards the top, as the Hell in a Cell structure is lit up ominously. It begins to lower slowly, as the cheers begin to build as it inches closer and closer to the ground. It stops just enough to allow the competitors room to enter as they see fit.

Larsen: And here we are. Hell on earth is upon us. Two men. One championship. And one cell to settle this in.

Foxx: Man, I have to say that I honestly believe that this could top our first Ultimatum main event. The actual road to that confrontation was so heated but we knew it would happen and I think we expected too much of that match. But this road…filled with many twists and turns. We started out expecting Christian G. Smitten versus TyranT, and we ended up with Nick Bryson versus Alex O’Rion. No one saw this coming.

Larsen: Nick Bryson is a fighting champion, but Alex O’Rion has gotten a second chance at glory here, and this time, no mind games or ‘crossing the line’ action to affect the planning. His head is fully into this one and both men will come in focused and on top of their games…at least they should anyway.

Foxx: Let’s do this!

Larsen: Couldn’t have said it better myself.

“Sick of it All” by Finger Eleven starts to play as the arena darkens. Alex O’Rion enters to a huge, yet mixed reaction, wearing a new ‘Alex O’Rion’ tee shirt, shades and carrying the infamous baseball bat in his hand. Alex looks around at all of the fans, the fact that he’s in the FMW championship match of a pay per view for the first time in a while beginning to set in. Alex grins and starts to make his way towards the ring. The grin melts away as he gets closer to the cell. Alex tosses his shades into the crowd and rolls into the ring, his eyes going to the roof of the cell. Alex motions a championship belt around his waist, and takes a few practice swings with his bat, fully focused for the task at hand: To FINALLY show that he is not a choke artist, but rather that he is championship material as he was bred and hand picked to be by FMW in it’s inception. The ultimate put up or shut up moment has arrived for Alexander O’Rion…will he capture it or let it slip?

Larsen: The challenger looks fully focused out here, and judging by his body nature, he’s ready for this one to get violent in a hurry.

Foxx: Man…he has to be under so much pressure. I don’t envy him.

Larsen: Neither do I, Foxx. Neither do I.

O’Rion’s theme dies out some of the crowd begins an ‘Al-ex O!’ chant in support for the native Canadian. All of a sudden, just as Alex did at Lethal Injection, the crowd turns against him, if only temporarily as “Clouds Over California” by DevilDriver starts to play in the now pitch black arena. A huge blast of dark blue pyro erupts to cheers as Nick Bryson, wearing a SPARTA tee-shirt makes his way out, all business. He looks around at the sea of humanity, taking a deep breath and patting the FMW championship on his waist before making his way down to the ring. The crowd cheers him on as Bryson slaps hands with a few fans, obviously a little looser than he was earlier in his reign. Bryson gazes at the cell and looks at O’Rion...mouthing ‘Nowhere to run…nowhere to hide…’ before rolling into the ring. He removes his title to show to all of the crowd as he’s realizes that he is now out of his cousin’s shadow…entering Ultimatum as the defending champion, a reign longer that Drew’s as well. The moment that Nicholas Bryson has longed for has arrived…he’s no longer in someone’s shadow, this is his moment and his alone.

Foxx: Bryson looks very calm out here, that could be a bad sign for Alex.

Larsen: Bryson has put his doubters out of their misery with his reign as champion, despite the less than impressive last few outings for Bryson. Still, his defense over Matt Dunn rings true as to what he is capable of.

Foxx: The Hell in A Cell is a completely different animal though.

The crowd begins a dueling Bryson and Alex chant as Buster Cherry takes his place in the center of the ring. Bryson kisses his title and hands it to the official, removing his SPARTA tee and tossing it away. Alex stares longingly at the crème de la crème of the gold that has eluded Alex O’Rion for so long. The bell tolls.

Cherry: The following contest is our Ultimatum 2 Main Event and is the HELL IN A CELL MATCH, scheduled for one fall where there must be a winner and it is for the FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!





The crowd erupts.

Cherry: Introducing the challenger. From Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada weighing 240 pounds, he is the first Hayabusa Cup Champion and the self-proclaimed ‘Broken Pride of Nova Scotia’ as well as the self-proclaimed ‘Judas of FMW’…this is ALLLLLLLLLEX…OOOOOOOOOOOOOO’RIIIIIIONNNNNNNN!!!!!!

The crowd cheers the native son as he looks around…seemingly moved by the crowd support…or not as he laughs it off and wags his finger towards the crowd as if to say…’You’re too late.’ Alex removes his shirt and points his bat at Bryson before tossing the shirt away and laying his bat in the corner.

Cherry: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 245 pounds…he is a former FMW Ultraviolent Champion, and the current FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPION, NIIIIIIIIIICK… BRYYYYYYYYYSONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

Bryson merely motions for Alex to bring it as the crowd cheers. Cherry takes his leave and the ref hands the belt to the timekeeper and waits for the cage to lower and the door to be padlocked. As soon as the latter happens, the ref signals for the bell to be rung. The crowd yells wildly as both men charge each other, trading right hands!

Larsen: AND HERE WE GO!

Foxx: Neither man is backing down, it seems as if adrenaline and hatred for each other will lead to them pounding the other’s face into hamburger meat!

Larsen: Bryson is starting to get the better and Alex is leaning on the ropes. Bryson goes for the Irish Whip, Alex reverses…Spinning Heel Kick floors the champion! Alex not going for the pin, instead goes for the mount and fires off piston right hands! Bryson takes the advantage, and he’s firing rights and lefts!

Each man begins to trade the advantage, and Bryson ultimately gains the advantage. He gets in a few right hands before Alex rolls to the outside to catch a breather. The champion is right on his challenger’s heels. Alex gets a few feet away and as Bryson gets near him, Alex delivers a kick to the stomach and then he rams Bryson into the cell wall as the crowd reacts positively.

Larsen: The cell has now come into play here and Alex rams the champion’s face into the cell again!

Foxx: This one is getting violent early…and now Alex stomps away at the fallen Bryson…brutal kick to the sternum by the challenger!

Alex looks towards the crowd and outstretches his arms, his face beginning to ooze with an ‘I told you so’ look. Unfortunately, this gives Bryson enough time to recover. He clubs down Alex from behind with a hard forearm and then snatches him to his feet, ramming his head into the steps. Alex has a far away look in his eye as Bryson does it again. He then presses Alex’s face against the mesh and begins to walk around the ringside area, effectively ‘cheese grating’ Alex’s face all around the dangerous steel. Alex roars in pain as the crowd begins to cheer what is fast becoming brutality.

Foxx: Alex has done some things, but nothing worth this…Bryson is heartless!

Larsen: Didn’t he sleep with your sister or something?

Foxx: Yeah…but Alex O’Rion slept with my sister…my family is that much more famous!

Larsen: You’re sick.

Foxx: Really, because Bryson is sicker! Alex has collapsed and he is already lacerated! Bryson is pressing the advantage here and they’ve made their way towards the entrance of the cell! Alex with a sharp elbow to Bryson’s cut…and he BATTERING RAMS THE CHAMPION CLEAR THROUGH THE DOOR!

Larsen: Bryson is in a bad way here and Alex is making his way out after him. He has the champion and now the champion is getting the same treatment that Alex received earlier! Alex is basically grinding Nick’s face into the walls here!

As they near Foxx and Larsen’s table, Alex gets a gleam in his eye. He sets up for a vertical suplex but Bryson fights out of it and goes for a back suplex. He lifts but…

Larsen: Alex has the cage firmly in his grasp and he wiggles free! And he’s CLIMBING! Bryson is up after him they are about halfway there…

Foxx: Alex with a back elbow, and Bryson is staggering here. He rams Bryson’s face into the wall, now both men are badly busted…and again!

Bryson’s eyes glaze over…he’s hanging on to the cell by fingers…all of a sudden Bryson jumps off the cell wall and turns, grabbing Alex by the hair and neck on the way down!

Larsen: A DAMN NECKBREAKER FROM THE CELL WALL THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!

Foxx: What a great counter by Nick Bryson…but man did he pay for it!

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

Larsen: Neither man has moved here but Bryson is showing life as he pulls himself up from the wreckage. Bryson stumbles from ringside, basically dragging an out on his feet O’Rion back towards the entrance of the cell. Bryson has Alex around the waist and he rams him back first into the ring apron!

Foxx: And we are back in the ring! Bryson with the cover…1…2…NO! O’Rion gets the shoulder up! Bryson pulls himself up and a vile kneedrop to O’Rion’s bloody face!

Larsen: Bryson is firmly in control now, and he has Alex up. Hard right to the temple staggers the challenger and he has him in the corner…he places O’Rion on the top rope and he’s up there with him…superplex attempt is blocked!

Alex manages to come alive, viciously gouging at Bryson’s eyes. A still dazed Alex moves his feet, and hooks Bryson around the head. After a couple of kneelifts to the face, Alex lifts and drives Bryson face and head first into the mat with a…

Larsen: Super Sitout Gourdbuster by Alex O’Rion! Bryson almost landed on his head just then! Alex slumps back into the corner, the blood loss seems to be affecting Alex! Alex rolls out of the ring and he’s under it...he’s bringing out a table…a ladder…and a chair!!

Foxx: OH MY!

Larsen: Alex is filling the ring with the weapons here and Alex slides back in. He has the chair ready…Bryson is up…and BRYSON IS BLASTED IN THE FACE!

Foxx: They heard it on the moon, Robbie!

Larsen: Alex goes for the cover…1…2…Bryson gets the shoulder up!

Foxx: Now we’re getting to the gut check portion…they’ve been all over the place and now the big moves are coming…the fight is over…the title match has begun!

The camera zooms into Bryson’s face, which is completely covered in blood. Alex is the same, but a sick smile can be seen on his face. Bryson tries to get to his feet as Alex measures for another chair shot. Alex charges and Bryson gives him a low bridge and Alex goes flying over to the outside…but Alex’s arm gets caught in the ropes. Alex begins to struggle as the ref tries to help Alex free himself. Bryson quickly goes to the outside and rambles under the ring…emerging with a barbed wire 2x4 as Alex’s eyes grow wide in fear.

Larsen: Alex is trapped in the ropes, but Bryson is armed in a heinous way!

Foxx: Alex has to get free…hurry!

Larsen: BRYSON WITH A SHOT TO THE RIBS WITH THAT 2X4 WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!!!

Foxx: AGAIN! BRYSON NAILS HIM AGAIN! AND ANOTHER!

Larsen: Alex’s midsection is being carved up here in front of us! Alex drops to the ringside floor, but the damage has already been done! Alex’s torso is dripping blood, Nick may have sliced an artery!

Foxx: Damn him…Just fucking damn him!

The back of Alex's head is rammed into the cage wall before Alex is rolled back into the ring, and Alex crawls away from Bryson, blood dripping across the ring. Bryson grabs the Barbed Wire 2x4 and stalks after Alex…who tries to beg off. Bryson gets in range, raises up the weapon….

Larsen: Low Blow by Alex O’Rion! Bryson is in a bad way here!

Foxx: O’Rion has Bryson now, Alex can barely stand here…

Larsen: Sharp kick by O’Rion…He lifts Bryson…DOUBLE A-SPINEBUSTER ON THE BARBED WIRE 2X4! O’Rion’s blood loss won’t even allow him to make the cover!

Foxx: O’Rion’s face tells the story of pain right there, but Bryson’s howls of agony tell a similar one!

Pro-Alex Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX!

Pro-Nick Crowd: ALEX SUCKS!

Pro-Alex Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX!

Pro-Nick Crowd: ALEX SUCKS!

Pro-Alex Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX!

Pro-Nick Crowd: ALEX SUCKS!

Larsen: Alex is pulling himself up here and he crawls over to the downed Bryson…he has the legs…and he’s going for it, he’s locked it in! RIPE TIDE!

Foxx: And look at Bryson’s back, completely lacerated from that Spinebuster!

Larsen: Will Bryson tap?

Foxx: He doesn’t have a choice to!

Alex makes sure to position Bryson onto the 2x4’s barbed wire portion. Alex’s sits back as best he can as the crowd groans seeing Bryson’s torso pressed into the barbed wire head. Bryson can’t afford to crawl and struggles to fight the tapout. Bryson braces himself and legitimately breaks a Canadian-applied Sharpshooter for the first time in a known wrestling ring! Alex looks on as the crowd does as well, stunned that in essence the National Submission Hold of Canada was broken.

Larsen: He broke the hold…the FMW CHAMPION broke the hold!

Foxx: Alex is shocked and he’s bleeding from everywhere! Bryson is suffering and he’s bleeding from everywhere! Who will wilt first!

Larsen: I don’t know, but Alex is setting up that table, and the ladder as well…he may be looking to put him out of his misery and bring home the championship!

Foxx: No matter who wins, they will deserve the title!

Larsen: Alex goes to pick up an exhausted Bryson, but Alex has collapsed! The blood loss is getting to him!

Foxx: Bryson is pulling himself up…Alex is trying to get up but Bryson has to pull him up by his blood matted hair.

Larsen: Bryson hooks him up…Fisherman’s Driver and he holds for the pin…1…2…ALEX GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Bryson looks like that took everything out of him. You know these guys have to be exhausted. Not many pins, just full on beating the shit out of each other since this match started!

Foxx: Bryson is inching out of the ring…and he’s back under the ring. He pulls out another table and slides it in but Alex baseball slides Bryson into the cell! Both are seemingly done for; Bryson is in a heap and can barely get himself in the ring.

Larsen: Bryson slides in, Alex is trying to pull himself up as Bryson props up the table in the corner….Bryson turns back for Alex…O’RION PRIDE! O’RION PRIDE! O’RION PRIDE!

Foxx: COVER HIM ALEX!

Crowd: AL-EX O! AL-EX O! AL-EX O!

Alex hits the mat as soon as he hits that Superkick, which almost turns Bryson inside out. Alex barely moves as Bryson lies motionless. Alex pushes himself up, his facial laceration having stopped bleeding for now. With a far away look in his eye and the pro-Alex crowd willing him on…Alex crawls around…looking for a downed Bryson to cover. Alex finds him and crawls towards him…he can see the finish line…the monkey on his back is starting to lose it’s grip. Alex gets a hand on the champion and the ref counts, along with the crowd.

Crowd: ONE! TWO!! THR-AWWWWWWWW!!!!

Larsen: Bryson kicked out…dear God Bryson kicked out!

Foxx: Unbeliveable!

Larsen: Look at Alex’s eyes, he looks like he wants to cry!

Foxx: Kick him again, Alex….one more!

Larsen: Alex is up, holding onto the ropes for support…Bryson hasn’t moved yet!

Foxx: Alex is looking for the biggest Superkick of all time here!

Bryson gets to a knee. Alex is begging Bryson to come on…Bryson is up, staggers to his feet, Alex shuffles in for the home run…

Foxx: O’RIO-NO! NICK DUCKED AND HE HAS ALEX ON HIS SHOULDERS! HE’S BY THE PROPPED TABLE…

Larsen: SICKLE TOUCH THROUGH THE TABLE! SICKLE TOUCH THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE! ALEX IS OUT!

Bryson hits the Sickle Touch, but the momentum of the throw coupled with Bryson remaining standing with so much blood loss causes Bryson to stumble to the outside of the ring through the ropes. Alex lies motionless as his facial cut has begun to bleed again.

Crowd: BRY-SON! BRY-SON! BRY-SON!

Foxx: I have NO IDEA who’s gonna do it! So much carnage! SO MUCH HEART!

Larsen: Bryson is pulling himself up, Alex is in perfect position but a little close to the ropes…BRYSON IS BACK IN THE RING….and he’s got the cover!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THRE-AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Foxx: ALEX GOT THE ROPES, HE GOT HIS HAND ON THE ROPES!

Larsen: Bryson can’t believe it! Bryson sits up from the broken carcass of Alex…Bryson is getting Alex to his feet. And he lies him on the table but Alex rolls off into the other corner.

Bryson grows frustrated and grabs Alex again, not noticing that Alex has grabbed the baseball bat…

at least not from the beginning! Bryson grabs the bat and tosses it away as he scales the ladder as the crowd is on its feet. Bryson steadies himself and flips off and hits the Houston Hangover through the table!

Larsen: BRYSON HITS IT! AND HE’S ON TOP OF THE CHALLENGER…THAT’S A COVER!

Foxx: ONE! TWO!! THRE-NOOOOOOOO! ALEX KICKED OUT AGAIN!

Larsen: WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR BRYSON TO PUT HIM DOWN?!?

Foxx: He has to end it now…one more Sickle Touch should do it!

Bryson looks towards the ref in disbelief as Alex rolls away from the wreckage towards the baseball bat. Alex grabs it and holds it close to his bloody torso. Bryson crawls over the broken table and gets to his feet going for Alex…

Foxx: ALEX WITH A SHOT TO BRYSON’S GUT WITH THAT DAMN BAT!!

Larsen: THE WEAPON THAT STARTED IT ALL!

Bryson staggers away, hunched over with his back turned. Alex gets to his feet and rushes towards Bryson…jumping and placing his knees into Nick’s back and head while pulling back Nick’s arms and forcing him down into the mat with…

Foxx: KEJIMKUJIK KRACK!!!!!!

Larsen: Alex rarely uses that move and Nick is down and out…Alex crawls and hooks the leg…ONE! TWO!! THRE-NOOOOOO!!! BRYSON IS STILL ALIVE!

Foxx: I can’t believe it!

Larsen: Each man is down…blood is everywhere, and this match still hasn’t been settled!

Foxx: Alex is crawling to his bat…he’s using it as support to get up…Bryson is crawling towards a chair and he has it!

Bryson and Alex charge each other and swing, the chair connecting to Alex’s head and the bat connect to the side of Bryson’s head….

Larsen: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AGAIN…CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS BOSS FOXX!

Foxx: These men are unbelievable!

Alex lies face down as Bryson is face up. The crowd begins dueling ‘AL-EX O!’ and ‘BRY-SON!’ chants. After being down for 15 to 20 seconds…both show life…each man uses the ropes to pull themselves up.

Larsen: Another stalemate, but there’s life in both champion and challenger!

Foxx: I’m exhausted here!

Each man is on spaghetti legs…they stumble towards each other…

Larsen: O’RION PRIDE! O’RION PRIDE FINDS THE MARK ONE MORE TIME!

Bryson falls back like a ton of bricks as the kick causes O’Rion to spin around and collapse right on top of Bryson!

Larsen: COVER…ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!!!!!! ALEX O’RION IS THE NEW FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPION!!!!!

Foxx: WHAT A FUCKING CLASSIC!!!!!

Cherry: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…AND….NEEWWWWWWWWWW FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONNN…..ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEXXXXX OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’RIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

Alex O'Rion (8.32 aps - 0.3 penalty + 1.4 avs = 9.42 total)
Nick Bryson (8.53 aps - 0.3 penalty + 0.8 avs = 9.03 total)

Neither Alex or Nick move and they are given a standing ovation…despite the fact that it’s a pretty good chance that neither man is conscious right now due to blood loss. However, an exhausted but elated Alex O'Rion lifts himself off the body of the now former FMW Champion, as his theme, “Sick Of It All” by Finger Eleven blasts through the arena. As the Hell in a Cell rises from the ring, Alex is presented with the piece of gold which has eluded him for nearly 3 years, the FMW Championship. Alex falls to his knees and kisses the faceplate, as the crowd boos the FMW Champion to high heaven.

Foxx: HE'S DONE IT!!! FUCK ME HE'S DONE IT!!! ALEX O'RION IS THE FMW CHAMPION!!!

Larsen: He's had to go to hell and back, literally, to get it though. Nick Bryson should have won this, he had it won so many times, but Alex O'Rion, at one time the poster boy of FMW, cannow truly claim he is the face of its competition.

Foxx: I'm sure once the crowd get over their blind following of Bryson, they'll come to realize just how magical this moment is.

Larsen: Bryson is being helped from the ring by EMT's. He's not in a good way at all. But this has been the night of Alex O'Rion. There's plenty on the horizon for O'Rion to plan and prepare for, but for now, he can savor success. That's it from Ultima...

Robb Larsen is suddenly cut off by the unexpected sound of “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana. The crowd is confused too, as the winner of the Gold Card Gauntlet, Flare, walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand.

Foxx: What's going on here? How dare Flare spoil this moment for Alex O'Rion?!

Larsen: This isn't in the notes for the night I've got...

Flare's music dies out as he raises the microphone to his face. Alex O'Rion, exhausted, stares him down from the ring. Flare opens his mouth to say something, but instead cracks a wicked smile. He hands the microphone to a stage hand, and from inside his wrestling trunks, takes out the coveted Gold Card, before looking at the exit to backstage.

Foxx: Oh crap...

Larsen: Flare has just pulled out the Gold Card. And a referee's just walked out from backstage. I think Flare's cashing in the Gold Card!

Foxx: Alex O'Rion is pissed off, he can't believe it, he's just been through the most brutal Hell in a Cell match in recent memory, and now he has to face off against Flare, a man who's had the majority of the show to recover from his match.

Larsen: Flare's actually looking even more refreshed than when we saw him in the Gold Card Gauntlet. Flare slides into the ring, Alex still can't believe it... I think he's just sworn.

Foxx: Can you really blame him Larsen? This could be the shortest FMW Championship reign in history. There's the bell, and we're underway.

Larsen: Alex O'Rion BASHES Flare in the head with the FMW Championship. I think he's looking to get DQ’ed. The referee's not going to do it though. Flare's quickly back up.

Foxx: Alex is exhausted, he couldn't get the full force of the shot behind it. Flare steals the gold from Alex O'Rion's hands and returns the favor. Alex goes down with full force.

Larsen: An eye for an eye, there, the referee's just letting it go again. Cover by Flare, 1...2... KICK OUT by Alex O'Rion. Alex is still alive.

Foxx: Alex tries to get up, and Flare's right there to speed it up. Alex with a shot to the stomach of Flare, Alex puts Flare in position, goes for a Suplex, NO! Flare spun in mid air, lands on his feet. Flare returns fire with a vertical suplex of his own.

Larsen: Flare with another cover, 1...2...KICK OUT by Alex O'Rion. He's being c completely dominated by the much fresher Flare.

Foxx: I wonder why that is. Alex O'Rion needs a miracle. Flare goes to pick Alex up again, BUT ALEX WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE, 1...2... KICK OUT!!!

Larsen: Flare just beat the three there, and I think has realized that he can't let his guard down now. He doesn't want to waste the Gold Card. He's used it, he wants the Gold Belt.

Foxx: Alex forces himself up to his feet, but Flare's ready for him, SPRINGBOARD SHINNING WIZARD!!!!

Larsen: Cover, 1...2...3NO!!!!! Flare was a shoe string away from being the new FMW Champion.

Foxx: Alex is still the champ, but still in trouble. I don't think he can take another shot. Alex uses the ropes to try and get up, and he's reached his feet.

Larsen: But Flare's right there HE'S MEASURING ALEX O'RION. ARGENTINE RACK... END OF THE WORLD!!! END OF THE WORLD CONNECTS!!!!!

Foxx: NO! This could be the end of Alex' world. Flare covers, 1....2....3!!!!! DAMN IT!!!

Cherry: Here is your winner and your NEWWWWW Full Metal Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, FFFFFFLAAAAAAAAARRREEEEEEE!!!!!

“Lake of Fire” by Nirvana blasts through the arena as Flare jumps off Alex' fallen body. Flare is presented with his FMW Championship belt as the crowd roars in appreciation. Flare falls to his knees and hugs the belt, his first in FMW.

Larsen: A grand total of four minutes. That's how long Alex O'Rion's reign as FMW Champion lasted. Flare's leaving Ultimatum 2 YOUR FMW Champion.

Foxx: This is bullshit. Absolute bullshit. This is supposed to be a night that Alex O'Rion won the belt.

Larsen: He did win the belt Foxx. Flare just had the better cards tonight. In fact, it was only one card he needed. One little Gold Card. And unlike Alex O'Rion, Flare didn't need a number of chances to win the FMW Championship, all he needed was one.

Foxx: I guess the stipulations around the card do say “Anywhere, anytime” and we've just seen that stipulation used quite literally

Larsen: Here come the rest of the Innovative Initiative Hostyle, Chris Austin, and Chris Kelson, all of them rushing down to the ring to meet with their friend, their stable mate. Their champion.

Hostyle greets Flare in the middle of the ring with a loving embrace, with tears freely flowing down his face with pride. The pair separate as Hostyle hoists Flare's hand high in the air, in which he holds the FMW Championship.

Foxx: Yuck.

Larsen: This is a highly emotional moment. Flare and Hostyle have been through the fire of FMW together, and while they might not have always been on the same page, these two old friends could not have asked for a more fitting finish to Ultimatum.

Foxx: Chris Austin pats Flare on the back, this is absolutely sickening. When are we going to see one of them turn on Flare? I wanna see Flare's blood.

Larsen: Kelson shakes Flare's hand, what a memorable day this has been of the Innovative Initiative They've been through some hard times over the past couple of weeks, there's no doubt about it, but tonight, it seems like they've erased all of that from the past.

Foxx: Flare's calling for the music to be cut. And he's got a microphone now... Alex O'Rion is just sitting there on the mat, head in his hands, he's absolutely devastated. I'm devastated, and now to rub salt into the wound, he's got to listen to Flare speak?

A huge “Flare! Flare! Flare!” chant breaks out over the entire arena, as Flare, eyes watering, turns to Hostyle, Kelson and Austin, all of whom are smiling widely.

Flare: Just... … Thank You!

The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as Flare throws the microphone out of the ring. Hostyle and Kelson go behind Flare and lift him high upon his shoulders. Chris Austin works the crowd into a frenzy for Flare. Nothing can wipe the smile of Flare's face as he holds the FMW Championship triumphantly in the air.

Larsen: This is a moment that will surely go down in history. Janus Flare, take a bow, you're the FMW Champion. Folks, that's all for Ultimatum 2! I'm Robb Larsen, for my broadcast partners, Stone, Foxx and Morpheus, I bid you...

Robb Larsen is yet again cut off, but this time by the sounds of “Friend Like Me” as performed by Wayne Bergeron. Flare gets down off the shoulders of Kelson and Hostyle, and Alex O'Rion looks up at the entrance ramp to see Christian G. Smitten walk out. Closely following him is yet another referee.

Foxx: What the hell is going on here? Smitten's coming out now too?

Larsen: But look, he's got a referee with him too. Smitten defeated Eric Scorpio to become the Number One contender to the FMW Championship earlier tonight. Has he made it so he challenges for the belt right now?

Flare and Hostyle yell angrily at Smitten, while Alex O'Rion lays back down on the mat and just laughs ironically to himself. Smitten takes a microphone from a stage hand as the music fades out to nothing.

Smitten: As you all know, earlier tonight, I earned the right to challenge for the FMW Championship. A shot that I will be taking...

The crowd starts to boo heavily. Smitten holds up his hand to the crowd, and the irate Innovative Initiative in the ring, signalling he hasn't finished.

Smitten: A shot that I will be taking at a later date. But, after watching your success Flare, I couldn't help but notice something. Something that both you and Alex would want to see.

Smitten points up to the MetalTron which kicks into high gear. It shows the replay of the last seconds of the match on the screen, but from a different angle.

Foxx: So what are we looking at? Flare hits the End of the world, and covers Alex O'Rion, 1...2... HANG ON! LOOK AT ALEX' LEG!!!

Larsen: My God... Alex' leg was underneath the ring rope the entire time. Flare never won the match!

Flare looks at the footage with a sick look on his face, while Alex' lights up. He has a gut feeling of what is coming next.

Smitten: Standing beside me is our head referee, Michael Roswell, and I think he has something to say.

Smitten passes the microphone to referee Roswell, as Flare, Hostyle, Chris Austin and Chris Kelson all look on furiously. Alex O'Rion stands up behind the Initiative, also eager to hear the Referee speak.

Referee Roswell: It is my duty to reverse the decision of the earlier match between Alex O'Rion and Flare, and declare that Alex O'Rion is STILL FMW Champion!

A huge boo comes across the arena as Alex O'Rion snatches his title off Flare, who can only stand there, stunned. Before the Initiative can lay a hand on him, Alex O'Rion quickly rolls out of the ring and begins to head up the ramp, as “Sick of it all” by Finger Eleven blasts through the arena. Smitten, with a pleased smirk on his face, turns around and heads backstage.

Foxx: YES!!!! BEST BOMBSHELL EVER!!!!

Larsen: Wow... what a turn of events. Flare still can't believe it. Him winning the FMW Championship has just been stricken from the record books.

Foxx: Who cares? It means the right man leaves here tonight with the FMW Championship.

Larsen: The Innovative Initiative are fuming in the ring, but Flare still can't believe it, he had the FMW Championship, and now he doesn't. Has Flare just wasted the Gold Card? Does he get the Gold Card back?

Foxx: I'm not going to lie Larsen, I got no idea. But what I do know, is Alex O'Rion is the FMW Champion. He claimed he'd leave here as the Champ, and while it looked like he wouldn't for a while, he has come good on his word.

Larsen: THAT'S IT from Ultimatum! Alex O’Rion is FMW Champion, And at the beginning of the Ninth Cycle we’ll be seeing the implementation of four new FMW Divisions! I'm Robb Larsen, from the entire commentary team, GOOD NIGHT!

As the Innovative Initiative continue to argue in the ring about how something like this could happen, Alex happily walks back up the ramp to the stage. At the top of the ramp, he stares Flare in the eyes and holds the FMW Championship high above his head.