FMW CORRUPTION 9.1 RESULTS!

"Hell Yeah" by Rev Theory serenades the premiere of FMW's Ultraviolent brand: Corruption! Streams of bright red pyro go off from every place imaginable in the arena to open the show with a bang!

Boice: Welcome, one and all, to FMW Corruption, FMW's most Ultraviolent show ever! Welcoming you to the show is moi, Jack Boice, former Ultraviolent Champion and your play-by-play commentator! Joining me is former Anarchy color commentator, the Dream Master himself, Morpheus!

Morpheus: Glad to be here with you tonight for the very first Corruption, Boice, and I gotta say I've always been a big fan of Mr. Happy.

Boice: ...Who?

Morpheus: Mr... Happy? Are you telling me you don't know your own talking penis?

Boice: Look, man, I don't know what in the hell you're talking about.

Morpheus: Uh... yeah. Anyway! We here at Corruption promise to satisfy your every burning desire for blood, brutality, and plain and simple ultraviolence!

Boice: You've got that right, partner, and let's not keep the fans hanging! We've got a lot of action in store for our very first Corruption show, so let's get this shit on like Donkey Kong! It's time for the very first match in Corruption history!

Morpheus: And the first of many, many times that Corruption will mow down the other divisions.

Boice: We’ll have to see, Morpheus. For those unaware of what my colleague is talking about, we've got an Interdivisional match-up in our hands tonight against our, shall I say, co-division, Distortion!

“Jack the Ripper” by Morrissey begins to play as Gray makes his way down to the ring.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and is a interdivisional contest! Introducing first, from St. Simons, Georgia, weighing in at 236lbs….this is Gray!

Morpheus: I like Gray. I think he’s got a bright future ahead of him. And he can make a great start if he beats that Distortion jobber.

“Pure Sincerity” by Devildriver begins to play as Matt Ford makes his way to the ring, keeping his eyes on Gray.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 278lbs…this is “The Main Event” Matt Ford!

Boice: Last time we saw Matt Ford, he was the first man eliminated in the main event at No Holds Barred, and no doubt will be looking to make up for that.

Morpheus: ‘Main Event’! More like ‘Jobberman’ if you ask me.

Boice: Well, he certainly doesn’t look happy about being on the first match on the card.

Morpheus: He’ll have to get use to it.

The referee calls for the bell, and Ford rushes towards Gray, trying to get an advantage by nailing him with a running knee, but Gray sees it coming and moves out of the way, beginning to nail Ford with lefts and rights once he turns around, with Ford beginning to throw some of his own.

Boice: Ford beginning to trade punches with Gray now in the middle of the ring. We might get to see a KO ending here tonight!

Morpheus: But Ford catches Gray’s fist and hits him with a burning lariat!

Boice: Ford going for an early pinfall! One, tw-Kickout! Only a one count.

Morpheus: Like he really thought he’d be able to win that easily.

Boice: Now he’s picking Gray up, and he’s got his hands around his stomach. I think he’s going for a German suplex.

Morpheus: But Gray starts throwing elbows back at his head, trying to get him to let go.

Boice: And it seems to work, as Gray manages to slip out of Ford’s loosened grip and gets behind him and nails a German suplex of his own!

Morpheus: And Gray wasting no time, as he begins to climb the turnbuckle.

Boice: Ford getting to his feet, and Gray leaps off the turnbuckle, going for the Tamashii Gekido!

Morpheus: Damnit, Ford moved out of the way at the last minute, making Gray hit nothing but mat.

Boice: Gray in a bad spot here, as Ford grabs his leg and locks in the ankle lock. Gray looks like he’s in pain, as he tries to move towards the rope.

Morpheus: Ford trying to break his damn ankle. Come on, Gray! Show Distortion why we’re the best division in FMW!

Boice: Gray manages to get to the ropes, and the referee make Ford release the hold. Ford’s arguing with him and doesn’t notice Gray getting to his feet.

Morpheus: Hah! Ford turns around and gets nailed with a dropkick. That’s how we do it on the A-brand.

Boice: Gray wastes no time again, getting onto Ford’s back and locking in the camel clutch!

Morpheus: Oh yeah! Here we go. Tap, jobberman! Submit to Corruption’s superiority!

Boice: You’re sounding a tad bit fanatical there, Morph.

Morpheus: Because we’re the A-brand? Please.

Boice: Wait, Ford is trying to get to his feet! Gray’s holding on!

Morpheus: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Boice: Ford is on his feet, and Gray is trying to hold on, but Ford’s got his legs and lifting him up onto his shoulders. Gray is in a really bad spot here.

Morpheus: But wait. Gray’s starting to punch Ford. Ford can’t defend his head if he’s holding Gray up.

Boice: Gray leaning forward, trying to make Ford fall forward. And it succeeds, Gray rolling up Ford on impact! One….two…thr-No! Kickout! I thought he had it then!

Morpheus: Both men back on their feet, and Ford rushing towards Gray, jobberman’s going for a clothesline.

Boice: But Gray ducks under! He turns Ford around and grabs him, picking him up.

Morpheus: Here it comes, Letters from Whitechapel!

Boice: Gray hooks the leg! One…two…three!

Morpheus: Yeah! Suck it, Distortion!

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Gray!

Gray (7.87 aps - 0.3 penalty + 1.1 avs = 8.67 total)
Matt Ford (0.0 aps + 0.3 avs = 0.3 total)

Boice: Impressive win for Gray in his Corruption debut.

Morpheus: And impressive win for Corruption, absolutely showing why we’re the A-brand.

Boice: Can't argue with that. Stay tuned, we’ll be back after these messages.

The crowd ignites with boos as Takeover is shown backstage with a cocky sneer across his face

Takeover: Bow down, losers, you’re looking at FMW, neigh, the world’s sexiest backstage reporter, Takeover, and I’m here to give you serfs a peek at the behind the scenes action. Now we’ve gotten just a taste of the wild, fast paced, and sometimes outright ludicrous action that’ll take place in this new and improved Full Metal Wrestling, but just like hard liquor and Mongolian kiddie snuff porn, sometimes a taste is all you need for an addiction. Let’s see what we can dig up ‘round here.

TO leads the camera down the hall as he scopes out various members of the crew, stage hands, and medics, before spotting Calvin X. Carter, who pushes past a crew of medics attempting to give him a check-up following his match. TO gives a sinister look to the camera before bustling over towards Carter

Takeover: Jackpot! Let’s get a little closer, see if this hound dog’s really a bitch in a bulldog suit. Hey Mistah Carter, tell me where you been!

TO rushes into the path of Calvin, who barely stops his charge. TO hurries alongside the determined looking Bloodhound, who pays no attention

Takeover: Alright I’m with the next big bastard, Calvin X. Carter, I gotta say that match-

Suddenly, Carter squares off and sticks Takeover in the nose with a quick right cross. TO crumples to the floor, clutching the bridge of his nose with both hands, as blood quickly drains through his nostrils. Calvin grabs up the mic, and begins to shout at the camera as the stomps and jabs at the fallen TO. Medics and security rush the scene trying to subdue Carter and tend to TO, as Carter shouts over the chaos.

CXC: I ain’t got nothin’ for you, punk. I told ‘em fools, I told ‘em, when I got out, I’d have to start diggin’ at these niggas chests! I ain’t here to cause no political strife, none of this taking over shit, I’m here to fuck shit up, and each and every roughneck motherfucker in the back is officially on notice that I’m not to be fucked with! I got no squad, no agenda, if there are any real motherfuckers who wanna a straight up fight, look up Calvin X. Carter, bitch! COME FIND OUT!

The security grabs up Carter by the arms, as he swings wild fists and knees at the security personnel. The camera pans down to TO, his flashy clothes covered in blood, and his 70’s porn gold chain wrapped around his face. He tries to communicate through his swollen features and blood streaming mouth and nose, but to no avail. The scene turns back to Carter, who has begun a full scale brawl with the security.

Boice: Let’s take you down to Sheila Blige, who’s standing by for our next match up.

“Strength Through Wounding” by AFI blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers loudly for the returning Travis “Revolver” McCart. As the song dies down and lights go out for a split second, “Porphyria Cutanea Tarda” by AFI begins to play as McCart sprints down the aisle like a wild man, slapping hands with fans as he goes.

Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 226 pounds, Travis “Revolllllver” McCart!!!!

McCart glides under the bottom rope and hops around in the ring. As he paces around he seems to be angrily arguing with himself

Morpheus: Get a load of this guy. McCart’s like the last Beatle, just waiting for death’s cold embrace.

Boice: Actually, Morph, there are two surviving Beatles

Morpheus: Blow me, chair-fucker, you’re starting to piss me off and we’re one night into this broadcast relationship. And if you count Romeo, there are two surviving Silver Pistols too, so fuck you.

Boice: I don’t see how that makes you right, but moving right along…

Morpheus: Wise decision, who we gonna see now?

“7th Chamber: Part II” by the Wu-Tang Clan thumps through the PA, causing hardcore fans to rejoice, but the majority of the crowd react undecidedly. Spotlights shine among the scaffolding of the MetalTron, where Calvin X. Carter is seen climbing down to the concrete floor to a chorus of boos. He fights his way through the bustling crowd and stands on the guard rail, triumphantly, a golf club over his shoulder

Blige:And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the Blood Hound Caaaalvin X. Carrrrrrrterrrrrr!!!!!!

Morpheus: Two?! Two of these rejects are returning in one night? In one division?

Boice: I think it’s safe to say with this new beginning for FMW, anyone can become a power player, and these two know it.

Morpheus: Yeah, well, you call it opportunity, I call it two idiots making their return at a time where people might forget how much they sucked. Hey Mohammed! How’d that Allah shit work out for ya?

Boice: Really folks, he’s great guy off the headset, he’s just in the zone.

Morpheus: Can it, fuck boy.

The crowd’s booing thunders on as Carter pauses at ringside, dead-staring in at McCart, who anxiously bounces between the ropes, begging him to step in.

Boice: I think McCart may want this more than Carter at this point.

Morpheus: I can’t tell if Carter’s fucking with him or if he’s trying to let that “shower injury” heal from his days in the cage.

Boice: What the hell are you talking about?!

Morpheus: This darky went to prison. It’s why he bailed on Lethal Injection last year.

Boice: But that doesn’t – HOLD ON FOLKS, McCART’S OFF THE ROPES AND HITS A SUICIDE DIVE TO GET THINGS GOING!

Both men hit the floor with a loud thud as the crowd cheers wildly. Each takes a second to shake the cobwebs out before hopping to their feet and charging at each other, delivering rights and lefts.

Morpheus: That’s what I like to see! Look at them exchanging fists on the outside!

Boice: McCart blocks a right hand from Carter and gives him three in return. Irish whip into the barricade by McCart, who seems to be taking the quick advantage. McCart’s now driving his knee into the collar bone of Carter, whose propped against that barricade.

Morpheus: McCart’s picking up Carter now, but I think he’s too big to parade around the ring, this kid better keep some momentum going. Ooh another hard shot to the back of the head by Revolver.

McCart pulls Carter in for a standard DDT, and waves to the fans boastfully. Carter reverses with a Northern Lights suplex, however, sending McCart head and neck first into the ring post.

Morpheus: That’ll split your personality a few more times! Let’s Go Obama!

Boice: Unbelievable...

The crowd boos loudly, yet Calvin merely shrugs it off and smiles. He rolls McCart under the bottom rope and slides in, as the ref calls for the bell to officially start the match.

Boice: Well McCart started this off with fireworks but got quickly cut short.

Morpheus: I don’t know what you expected, but Carter’s got 49 pounds, two inches, and six years of youth over McCart, this things a foregone conclusion.

Boice: I don’t know about that one, partner, but Carter’s got McCart whipped into the turnbuckle, and sends his head snapping back with a fierce running boot to the face. Carter now taking a second to cool off as McCart reels, but McCart jars Carter in the jaw with a quick elbow.

Morpheus: A second is all you need.

Boice: McCart now battling out of the corner. Irish whip to the Bloodhound now, McCart goes for the back body drop but gets a swift kick to the chest. Calvin whips McCart into the ropes, who sends the big man reeling with a shoulder block.

Morpheus: Its gonna take more than that, hot shot!

Boice: McCart now off the ropes, connecting with another flying clothesline, but Carter absorbs this one as well. McCart is fuming!

Travis stomps his foot angrily


McCart: Goddamnit!

Boice: McCart hits the ropes again, he’s hollering with frustration…HE FLOORS THE BIGMAN WITH ANOTHER FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Quick cover...1...2...Kick out!

The crowd cheers loudly for McCart as readies himself for Carter, who slowly begins to stir.
McCart bends down and locks in a sleeper hold, in order to pull Carter back up to his feet. As McCart measures Calvin, his head thrashes wildly

Morpheus: This kid’s a lunatic. If this bastard’s got multiple personalities, how’s Calvin supposed to know who he’s fighting here? How is this at all fair?

Boice: Well I guess with Travis McCart’s multiple personality disorder, he can keep you guessing, I guess you chalk that up as an advantage. McCart’s on the second rope now, and he hits dropkick to Carter, who flies across the ring.

Carter backs up into the turnbuckle, to catch his breath, as McCart measures him for the charge.

Boice: McCart’s got Carter in his sights, I think he’s looking for a lariat for that whiplash effect.

Morpheus: I don’t think we’re gonna see much more out of Carter if McCart hits this one.
McCart shouts wildly at Carter, who leans against the turnbuckle in a daze, slowly wobbling towards the middle of the ring.

Boice: McCart with the charge now, he’s –

Morpheus: SPINEBUSTER!! SPINEBUSTER! Carter just McCart with a sickening spear into a spinebuster!!

Carter pops to his feet, howling towards the sky, hopping around spryly, as McCart clutches his gut, writhing in pain. Carter frantically hits the ropes and charges at the fallen Revolver with a swift kick to the gut, followed by a flurry of punches to the head.

Boice: Carter is on him like a wolf. He’s got McCart up for a powerbomb. Oh Jesus, he just whipped McCart down with a powerbomb onto his bended knee. Cover 1...2...Kickout!!

Morpheus: Oh Jesus? Are you a fat black woman now? Where’s your colorful hat? Where’s your mediocre comedy movie?

Boice: Would you please just shut the hell up and help me call this damn match?

Morpheus: No, and by the way, you just missed a perfectly executed big boot by Car-

Boice: Big Boot by Carter!

Morpheus: You son of a bitch!

Boice: Calvin’s measuring McCart up for something serious here.

McCart slowly rises with the help of the ropes, clutching the back of his head as a trickle of blood rushes from above his eyebrow. Calvin’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates at the sight of the blood, and rushes in.

Boice: A huge Lariat by Carter sending McCart to the outside! This match is going all over the place!

Morpheus: Did you see the trance Carter fell under when he saw that blood? He wants some of that honkey’s insides! Baseball Slide!

Carter sends McCart flying into the barricade with a baseball slide, before climbing down and locking his hands on McCart’s forehead.

Morpheus: He’s digging for that blood now! This canvas isn’t gonna stay white for very long!

Boice: Another racial crack?

Morpheus: I’m talking about staining it red, dipshit, don’t be a pussy and play the race card when it doesn’t apply.

Boice: well either way, you’re right, with both palms Calvin X. Carter is tearing at the open wound on McCart’s forehead, causing streams of blood to run down his face. He's got Revolver by the ears, that's insane! He just swung him back and head first into the ring post again.

Morpheus: Carter wants to finish this thing off now, he’s rolling McCart into the ring

McCart, seemingly out of it, slides into the ring, but suddenly pops to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs

Boice: McCart’s up! Off the ropes! LEG LARIAT!!

McCart connects with a leg lariat on Carter, who had climbed up onto the apron. Carter is sent flying back, getting hung on the barrier. After shaking the cobwebs out, he charges into the ring, looking more annoyed than injured. He drops Travis to a knee with a flying big boot, then knees him in the head, earning another chorus of boos.


Morpheus: That guy is pissed. I would not want to be on the business end of his boots. He's got the Pea-Shooter by the hair now and he's taking him to the turnbuckle. He's really moving slow to let the nerves build, what a psycho!

Boice: Well McCart's game plan is to cut Carter's power down with speed and technique. He's lighting the big man up with chops and kicks. He's back off the ropes-

Morpheus: NOT SO FAST BITCH! Carter just cut McCart short with a boot to the gut! Calvin’s got him up for a powerbomb

Boice: No! McCart slides down his back and gives him a quick kick to the back of the knee! Neckbreaker! Calvin stumbles back up, but McCart is off the ropes with a Lariat to the back of the head, followed by a spinning kick to the gut, he's got him bent over! He’s locking up Carter’s arms, I think he’s going for the Status Check!

Morpheus: FIGHT OUT!! FIGHT OUT YOU BLACK BASTARD!! I’M PULLING FOR YOU!!

McCart spins Carter around for his finisher, Carter flexes and powers out of it. McCart, stunned, charges in for a clothesline, but Calvin catches him and drills him with a backdrop driver.

Boice: Carter fights out of it! He’s got McCart up, Northern Lights Suplex!! Carter pops back up again, he's barking like a maniac! McCart charges, down to his knees with a right cross from Carter! Oh that's hideous, he just followed through with a knee cheek bone...

Morpheus: Yeah baby! That's some carnage! He won't recognize himself in the mirror, in fact neither of him will

McCart stumbles to his feet, as the wild eyed Carter licks his teeth barking and shouting at him.

Morpheus: Dance for your puppet master! Carter’s loving this, look at the crooked smile on his face.

Boice: McCart’s not gonna die easily, off the ropes again, flying crossbody –

Morpheus: CAUGHT!! Carter tosses him up into a fireman’s carry!

Boice: NEIGHBORHOOD NOIZE!! CARTER HITS THE NOIZE AND IT SHAKES THE RING!!

Morpheus: Cover that Prick!! 1....2....3!!!

Calvin X. Carter (8.14 aps + 1.7 avs = 9.84 total)
Travis McCart (7.9 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.4 total)

Boice: That was a well-fought match between both men; in the end it just came down to skill, and Carter was more skilled than Travis.

Morpheus: I used to be a McCart fan, when he came back as the Forgotten... now he's just slipping.

Boice: One match's outcome can't possibly dictate a slump. Ladies and gentlemen, Corruption 9.1 will be right back!

The air in the arena seems to have been sucked dry from the building as Celeste makes her way to the center of the ring. Each step she takes embodies the sombre emotion that has fallen over the crowd. With a hung head Celeste raises her hand into the air, heaving a heavy sigh into the microphone before speaking.

Celeste: Life is a series of battles fought both physically and mentally. Every once in a while, there are men and women who rise to the challenges that these battles bring about, and their stars shine.

Celeste pauses briefly as an image of the Silver Pistols is displayed on the screen behind her.

Celeste: Robert Pearson and Michael James were two of these people. People who fought day in and day out to not only make Full Metal Wrestling a better place, but the lives of those around them.

The screen continues to show images of the Silver Pistols, greeting fans, behind the scenes and in the ring.

Celeste: It is with a heavy heart that I am out here to inform you of the news I’m sure you all have heard. Full Metal Wrestling is saddened to announce the passing of two of our beloved superstars, Michael James and Robert Pearson.

Celeste breathes another deep sigh in the midst of the silent audience.

Celeste: After the monumental effort these two men put forth against HavOc at Ultimatum II, they were hospitalized to recover from their injuries. Unfortunately, due to complications stemming from his recently diagnosed bone cancer, coupled with the intense injuries he had sustained at the hands of HavOc, Michael James had passed away first. Soon after, due to circumstances still under investigation, Robert Pearson had passed away as well.

Celeste paused for a bit, to allow the information to sink in with the audience.

Celeste: With that said, I would like to have a moment of silence in the arena to honour these two brave men.

With a simple raise of her hand the heads of the already silenced crowd bowed. Some kept their eyes fixed on the screen displaying images of the fallen men while other kept their closed with their bowed heads.

Each tick of the clock passed an eternity of silence in the sold out arena. The silence of the capacity crowd was not to be kept however as a familiar noise shattered the memorial silence.

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Harlequin: I’d love to say this is a touching ceremony. Really, I would. But the only thing touching about anything going on out here is the vomit touching my throat as it passes through on its way to the floor. I fail to see why all of you are out here wasting your time ‘honouring’ two failures?

Celeste: Harlequin! How dare you!

Harlequin: Oh, I dare, slutcakes, I dare. Why are you wasting your time talking about two guys who can’t even take defeat in stride? They lose so what do they do? They just give up on life and die...real heroes they are. These men are nothing more than disgraces of humanity, blemishes of evolution. Much like yourself, Celeste, they are nothing much to speak of.

Celeste: Harlequin, this is-

Harlequin: I said shut your whore mouth when men are talking. Tonight is about so much more than the two failures you are droning on about. Tonight is about a king among men...tonight is about Drew Michaels.

The screen hanging above Harlequin flashes to show a camera feed of Drew Michaels lying in a hospital bed. Flowers and cards adorn the room of the fallen warrior. Occasionally a nurse or an orderly passes into the private room, however other than that there is stillness and silence in the room. Slowly and quietly over the picture the music of “All Good Soldiers” by Bad Religion begins to play as Harlequin begins walking towards the ring.

Harlequin: Pictured behind me is a dead man. Alive as he is, he is very much dead. On top of that, he is the greatest man you have ever known, or will ever have the pleasure of knowing. I don’t say this very often, but I hold Drew Michaels in the highest regard.

Harlequin stops in the center of the ring, pulling a single rose from his jacket pocket and placing gently on the canvas.

Harlequin: This was a man who stood against the greatest men Full Metal Wrestling has ever seen, and not only triumphed, but also stood true to himself. This was a man that I devoted my time to ruining. To bringing down a peg and to falling to my level. It was either that, or destroy him. And I will say this about Drew Michaels...he never made my life easy, but it was that tenacity of his character that I admired about the man. It was also that tenacity that frustrated me beyond all measures of sanity.

Raising his head and allowing his twisted smile to cross his face Harlequin glared at the crowd.

Harlequin: With that he left me only one option...To Destroy Him. And I did. Losing the match at Ultimatum was but a technicality. I brought out the true Jaro and I brought about the demise of Drew Michaels. You see, I won. Through it all, I won. Not the battle, but the war. I won. I killed Drew Michaels.

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Harlequin: The lives of men are measured in the greatness they achieve, and without question both myself and Drew Michaels have achieved greatness. But to this, I issue you all a warning. While Drew Michaels may be dead and gone...be prepared. Because I created a monster. The likes of which have never been seen. A monster which shall wreak havoc across FMW. I have toppled giants and felled Gods and I have destroyed your very saviour. Left him nothing more than a pile of bandages and a beeping heart monitor. The Drew Michaels you all know is dead by my making...but never gone. What shall come next is like a phoenix from the ashes. Hell hath no fury like that will shall soon descend upon Full Metal Wrestling.

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Boice: That... that was a bitch move. That was disgusting to the honor of the two Pistols.

Morpheus: I thought what Harlequin had to say was very interesting.

Boice: I know you don't like the Pistols, but they fucking died after that match. They deserved every ounce of respect, and Harlequin threw that to the ground.

Morpheus: Please, Jack, relax. You've got standards to uphold!

Boice: Forgive me, but I was offended by what he did.

Morpheus: I think it's time we get on to our next match.

Boice: Yes... yes, very well.

"Neverending Nights" by Elvenking plays to herald the arrival of the relative newcomer; the Knight himself, Sir Feyd Brisbane, in full battle regalia while riding atop an actual horse.

Morpheus: What the hell?

Shelia Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his FMW debut, from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is the Knight of Geneva... SIR FEYD... BRISBANE!!!

Morpheus: Again... what the hell? "Knight"?

Boice: You heard her, Morph. Feyd Brisbane fancies himself as a knight... down to the very last detail, it seems.

Morpheus: This guy is a fucking fairy! This is gonna be no sweat for a guy like Romeo!

Boice: I've been told that he's had some unprecedented success in other federations prior to joining FMW... I don't think he looks like a pushover himself.

Morpheus: Those are other federations; this is FMW! This is the fucking major leagues, man!

Boice: I know, I know, but an achievement is, after all, an achievement.

Morpheus: Whatever.

"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge plays as Romeo comes out to major boos.

Shelia Blige: And his opponent, from Manhattan, New York, weighing two hundred and forty pounds... ROMEO!!!

Morpheus: Now that looks like a real man!

Boice: Romeo's come off a huge loss at Ultimatum against Chris Austin. Will this match mark the beginning of his rebound?

Morpheus: Look at that Feyd Brisbane guy! Easy win material right there!

Boice: For you and Romeo's sake, I hope you're right.

Romeo reaches the ring, but heads over to the other side to go get a mic.

Boice: Looks like Romeo has something he wants to say.

Morpheus: Well thank you, Captain Obvious, for saving the day!

Boice: Bite me.

Romeo: I know, I know I have a pretty bad losing streak. I lost the Abandoned Championship. I lost at Ultimatum. I haven't won in quite a while. I know that.

The crowd is just booing him. Romeo points to Feyd.

Romeo: But this... loser? This... "knight"? This is my punishment for keeping a losing streak? Sir Gallahad, do you actually know where you are right now? This is a wrestling ring!

The crowd is just booing him even more.

Morpheus: He does kind of have a point. This Feyd guy looks like he got lost on the way to a Renaissance Fair.

Romeo: Look, everyone. I am on a quest to cleanse FMW of all its deceiving impurities, all its lies, all its two-faced men who so proudly claim to be worthy of being called FMW's champions. This man just seems to be on a quest to level up. Why do I have to waste my time with scum like these?

That elicits a louder boo, and it seems as though Feyd Brisbane is finally offended with what Romeo is saying. He steps forward, putting out his hand.

Romeo: What, sir? Oh, you want to talk? You know what... no, I'm not giving you that chance. You are a rookie. You want to talk? You have to earn that right. In the meantime, let the real men finish their business. You wait in your corner, you pathetic excuse of a "wrestler". Really, is this the kind of people FMW hires these days?

Feyd is even more offended at this, and it seems that the crowd is totally behind him.

Romeo: The nerve of this man. Anyway... all of you! Watch closely, watch closely as I make short work of this little joke-

Feyd decides he cannot take it anymore and just charges at Romeo with a clothesline!

Boice: Holy crap, Brisbane just blindsided Romeo!

Morpheus: Typical rookie crap, trying to get the jump early on.

Boice: Jump he has got, a vicious kick to the back of Romeo’s head. The ref gets the bell to ring and this match has officially begun!

Morpheus: My mother always told me: Never piss off a knight.

Boice: Because they will get you in a brutal camel clutch submission hold?

Morpheus: Or they can ram you with their sword…

Boice: Romeo manages to weasel his way out of the hold, but Brisbane levels him with a big boot, sending the Italian to the ground.

Morpheus: I gotta say, I’m kinda impressed. Romeo came out he and trashed the rookie and he is taking it to the eye-talian.

Boice: Clever word play, Brisbane goes into a bow and arrow, continue working away at the lower back.

Morpheus: I don’t think it is smart to work down Romeo with submission, go hard hitting, use the weight advantage, the height advantage.

Boice: I agree to a degree -

Morpheus: You’re a lingual genius.

Boice: But this sends a message, hitting a technical star with technician style sends a strong word.

Romeo manages to roll over breaking the hold.

Morpheus: But Romeo can “weasel” his way out of anything.

Boice: Romeo takes a break hanging out in the ring corner.

Morpheus: And he cleverly gets the referee in a protective situation.

Boice: Proving he is all talk.

Morpheus: Proving he is clever, why do you need to keep a brother down?

Boice: FEYD WITH A LEAPING BODYSLAM!! Romeo gets squashed in the corner!

Morpheus: That’s how you send a message.

Boice: Feyd flings Vizzini into the centre of the ring.

Morpheus: Second rope, diving head butt! Quick cover!

1..

2- Kickout!

Boice: So close!!!

Morpheus: BUZZ! Wrong, Romeo took every millisecond to recover there.

Boice: Romeo is up! Feyd back on attack! Left Hook! RIGHT HOOK! UPPERCUT!

Morpheus: SPEAR!!

Boice: A two step spear, fantastic offence! With the bridge!

1- Shoulder up!

Morpheus: He is getting impatient, rookie mistakes. He started off with some calm, collected, smart attacks. Now he is suffering from blood fury.

Boice: Impressive rant. Feyd attacks! Drop toe hold by Romeo! Ankle lock applied!

Morpheus: Watch this, I taught him this!

Feyd Brisbane was so close to the ring ropes to begin with and easily clasps his hand over it. Romeo waits for the four second mark and then drills his knee into the back of Feyd’s knee.

Morpheus: That is using your brain, why simply release a hold, why not take one last strike!

Boice: I think this may just be the turning point. Feyd shakes off the leg, Romeo dumps him to the outside!

Morpheus: Again, why let your opponent recover. Feyd landed awkwardly onto that same leg.

Boice: The referee has started his count.

Morpheus: I wonder what you need to roll to get a count out defeat… in D&D.

Boice: I honestly don’t know… Feyd on the apron at five! Romeo helps him in with a perfect vertical suplex!

Morpheus: Again -

Boice: Stop starting sentences with “again”!

Morpheus: Both men are up, Feyd takes a swing.

Boice: Romeo ducks and hits a STO! Could be blood here!

Morpheus: No there isn’t, stop being overdramatic.

Boice: I said could! Romeo helps him up sets up a reverse DDT! IT’S THE HIT!

Morpheus: Game over!

Boice: NOOOOOOOOOO! Countered into a cutter!

Morpheus: Wait, what?! Romeo can’t believe it! Hell, I can't believe it either!

Boice: Feyd raises him up, and hits a Ranhei!

Morpheus: Disbelief in the eyes of the ex-Italian-pat.

1...

2...

3!

Shelia Blige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, SIR FEEYYYYYYYYYYYD BRIIIIIIIIISBAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Feyd Brisbane (8.33 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.8 avs = 8.93 total)
Romeo (5.6 aps - 0.2 penalty + 1.0 avs = 6.4 total)

A dazed and confused Romeo sits in the centre of the ring as Feyd walks over with a microphone in hand.

Brisbane: Have you anything else to say, villain?

Dropping the microphone, Feyd walks over and jumps on his horse, waving to his newly won fans.

Boice: Romeo just... just got owned.

Morpheus: I think everyone just got owned.

Boice: ...well said. Romeo's just sitting there in... utter shock, I suppose.

Morpheus: Yes, that is an adequate description of the look on Romeo's face.

Boice: Just... wow. What a show we've had so far, what a win that was! The advertisers want their me time now, so that means we'll be back after the break!

Morpheus: Selfish bastards.

Romeo is backstage, in the locker room, just spaced out after the huge upset that just happened earlier.

?: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Romeo looks up to see Jaro walking in the locker room.

Romeo: Oh, it's you. What do you want. Fuck off.

Jaro: Is that all the "crusader" has for me? "Fuck off"? What I had just witnessed... let me tell you, it was beyond pathetic.

Romeo: I'm not in the mood.

Jaro takes a seat beside Romeo.

Jaro: You know, Romeo, after what you had done to Austin... I saw a lot of potential in you. Not only because you had the balls to do what you did, but because you were beginning to see the truth.

Romeo: Hrm.

Jaro: A federation, a company of fallen heroes, pretending to be noble, but actually just as selfish and immoral as you or me.

Romeo looks up at the last thing Jaro said.

Romeo: Immoral? I am not immoral! Nothing I have done was immoral, because I was trying to cleanse this federation of everyone else's immorality! Tell me, Jaro, how is that being immoral?

Jaro: Oh, be quiet. You don't practice what you preach, Romeo. you can't walk the walk. That little embarrassment of a match you just had? That just proves to me that you're nothing but a pushover.

Romeo snarls.

Jaro: I can't believe I had even considered asking you to join me in reforming FMW. You're weak, Romeo. You're... of no use to me.

Jaro stands up and leaves Romeo alone in the locker room to contemplate. Romeo just leans back and closes his eyes.

Morpheus: That... was pretty harsh.

Boice: Welcome back to the very first Corruption show in history, Corruption 9.1, and wouldn’t you know it, Morpheus, it’s finally time for our main event!
 
Morpheus: Tonight... we’re going to see a massacre.
 
Boice: Uh, what my colleague really means is, folks, the team of Jaro, Harlequin, and Crazy Ash Killa take on the team of the Irish Brothers, Celt and PX, and Mark Johansson.
 
Morpheus: How is that different from what I said?
 
Boice: It was completely objective. I think my colleague’s point here is that the Celt, Pure Extremist, and Mark Johansson have quite a task on their hands.
 
Morpheus: There’s no use delaying the inevitable... let’s roll!
 
Shelia Blige: The following contest is an Ultraviolent six-man tag team match, meaning there is no disqualifications and any and all weapons are allowed! Introducing the first team!
 
Cannibal Corpse’s “Sentenced to Burn” plays to herald the in-ring return of one Crazy Ash Killa. The gargantuan warrior steps forward from the back to drench himself in the audience’s hate.
 
Shelia Blige: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, standing at seven feet four, weighing four hundred and twenty-five pounds, CRAZY... ASH... KILLA!!!
 
Morpheus: Heeeee’s back!
 
Boice: I know, I watched Ultimatum too.
 
Morpheus: If you thought the good guys stood a chance tonight, this man – this giant of a man – is the reason why all the odds are stocked against them.
 
Boice: I wouldn’t give up on the other team just yet, but I do admit that facing off against CAK, given their size, is a hugely daunting task.
 
Morpheus: Don’t bother sugarcoating it, you know how it’s going to happen.
 
Godsmack’s “Voodoo” takes over to announce the arrival of Harlequin, sinisterly holding his hunting knife.
 
Shelia Blige: And from Frederickton, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing two hundred pounds, he is one-half of Controlled Chaos and one-fourth of HavOc... HARLEQUIN!!!
 
Boice: I think there’s no doubt that Harlequin has got to be the maddest member of the Corruption roster.
 
Morpheus: I’m with you there; I like his style but I’d personally stay away from him backstage.
 
Boice: He actually showed a willingness to be hurt and brutalized at Ultimatum... if you fight a guy like that, how the hell are you gonna beat him?
 
Morpheus: I think the argument is that even though he relishes brutal pain, he’s still got a human sense of endurance.
 
Boice: That’s a fair observation.
 
The famous “Mother” by Danzig then plays, eliciting the loudest boos of them all; for Jaro has arrived, the ever-infamous Banhammer in hand.
 
Shelia Blige: And the last member of their team, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, the other half of Controlled Chaos, and the FMW Ultraviolent Champion... JARO!!!
 
Boice: I think it should also be brought up, how could I have almost forgotten – Controlled Chaos, Jaro and Harlequin, beat down Drew Michaels to within a literal inch of his life after their Triple Threat match at Ultimatum.
 
Morpheus: Drew Michaels is dead and gone now, Boice, he’s a thing of the past.
 
Boice: You’re willing to actually let it go like that?
 
Morpheus: I never cared much for Mr. Michaels.
 
Boice: Coming in with attitudes like that, I honestly fear for their opponents...
 
Speaking of their opponents, “The Warrior’s Code” by the Dropkick Murphys takes over, as the Irish brothers Celt, with his shillelagh, and PX make their way to the ring. We are hearing nothing but cheers for these men, in stark contrast to the hatred the first team got.
 
Shelia Blige: And their opponents, from Castlebar, Mayo, Ireland, at a combined weight of four hundred and nineteen pounds, THE FIGHTING IRISH, THE CELT AND PURE EXTREMIST!!!
 
Boice: The two Irish brothers have come a long way in their careers, coming off a big win at the Ultimatum pre-show against the teams of Danse Macabre and B.U.G.G.E.R.S. However, the Voice, who revealed himself to be none other than CAK, stole the show after the match.
 
Morpheus: I kind of liked that revelation.
 
Boice: I truly wonder if the heart of these men will be enough to even survive this match.
 
Morpheus: You can have all the heart in the world, but that’s not a guarantee that you’ll be able to run with a team that’s been proven to be way more dangerous than you.
 
”It’s a Jungle Out There” by Burkhard Dullwitz plays as the trio is completed by the arrival of Mark Johansson, looking as serious as ever.
 
Shelia Blige: And their tag team partner, from Boston, Massachussetts, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds... MARK... JOHANSSON!!!
 
Boice: Mark Johansson has just come off a high-octane Gold Card Gauntlet at Ultimatum, which Flare won, and later used in a pretty controversial ending to Ultimatum.
 
Morpheus: It was a good swerve by Flare, and a good effort too, but he just couldn’t cut it.
 
Boice: Flare initially had the match won, for those who weren’t able to catch it, but the decision had to be reversed due to Alex O’Rion, the winner of the championship match, getting a rope break.
 
Morpheus: That was pretty fortunate for Alex... what a shame it would’ve been to have a championship reign of mere minutes.
 
Boice: That’s true. But that’s not the focus of this match; all the men are in the ring already and let’s get this started!
 
PX and Harlequin stand in the ring as their teammates occupy their respective corners. The ref briefly checks the two and soon enough calls for the bell to be rung.
 
Boice: It’s PX and Harlequin starting the match for their teams... and PX is a little wary of Harley.
 
Morpheus: This is probably one of very rare times that I sympathize Pure Extremist.
 
Boice: Harlequin is relishing the psychological effect his personality has on PX, and takes the time to play a little mind games with him.
 
Morpheus: I don’t care how big you are, this man is a psychopathic murderer. While that’s always fun, I shudder to think if I were the one facing him.
 
Boice: PX gets his game together and lets a fist fly! Harlequin is quickly knocked down to the floor! Harlequin was surprised by that!
 
Morpheus: If he keeps up like this, he’s going to piss him off...
 
Boice: PX just holding his own here, and knocks Harlequin back down! I don’t think Harlequin is seeing this coming!
 
Morpheus: Okay, that’s really going to set him off.
 
Boice: PX tries for the hat trick here, but this time Harley is ready, he catches the punch and hits a backhand to PX’s gut, and follows up with the knee to the head! PX is staggering and Harley finishes the combo with a quick mat slam!
 
Morpheus: That’s what happens when you set him off... and now he’s going to add more injury to... well, oh, shit! Harley whips out the huge hunting knife! I think PX just pissed his tights!
 
Boice: Who wouldn’t be scared, looking at the damn size of that thing! PX is relying on his wits here as Harley is really looking to kill!
 
Morpheus: He’s starting to swing that blade wildly! PX is on his wits here!
 
Boice: Harley chops, but PX has the ring presence to dodge it! He’s trying to get up, but it’s a little hard to do right now when a madman is swinging a huge-ass blade!
 
Morpheus: PX has been managing to avoid them knife chops, but that’s only worsened Harley’s bloodlust!
 
Boice: PX is up on his feet, wary of Harlequin! Harley charges but PX evades it again, and manages to hit a quick mat slam!
 
Morpheus: And if I were him, I’d tag out!
 
Boice: He’s deciding whether or not he should, but his hesitation makes it seem that he doesn’t want to put his teammates in the same predicament!
 
Morpheus: Fuck them, they can handle themselves! Tag out!
 
Boice: No, PX decides to stick it in for a few more and HE DOESN’T SEE HARLEQUIN BLINDSIDING HIM WITH A CHOP TO THE BACK!
 
Morpheus: Ohh, snap! Damn!
 
Boice: Hopefully that didn’t sink in too deep to hurt his spine! PX is rolling in pain here!
 
Morpheus: That was a sick hit!
 
Boice: Harlequin goes for the cover, that hit might be all it takes! There it goes! One, two, thre- NO, PX KICKS OUT!
 
Morpheus: For a second there, Harlequin looked shocked! I guess it means that he’s got more excuses to hit PX with that knife!
 
Boice: Harley picks it up and raises it over his head, I think he’s going to really butcher PX now, he brings it down, oh good Lord, NO PX ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
 
Morpheus: Now he’s got to tag out!
 
Boice: I think Harley brought the blade down too hard and now it’s stuck in the canvas! PX uses the opening to roll over to their corner and tag in his brother, who’s ready with his loaded shillelagh!
 
Morpheus: Celt gets in a mad rush and swings! Whoops, Harley dodged that!
 
Boice: Harley’s going to slice him but Celt blocks the knife with the shillelagh! And he uses his instincts to kick Harley in the gut, followed by a HARD shillelagh shot to Harley’s head, sending him flying!
 
Morpheus: Luckily he’s flying towards his own corner, and CAK takes the time to make the blind tag! Where’s his weapon?
 
Boice: I don’t think he thinks he needs a weapon, Morph! Celt swings for the bleachers but CAK catches the shillelagh and gives Celt a headbutt for his troubles!
 
Morpheus: Not to mention that CAK takes the shillelagh away from him! Now he’s in trouble!
 
Boice: Give that giant any weapon, just any weapon at all, and you’re guaranteed a trip to the hospital no matter what! Celt gets back up and tries to figure out how he’s going to pull this off...
 
Morpheus: CAK swings but Celt ducks it!
 
Boice: Celt goes for the dropkick and hits it, but it only makes CAK stagger! Celt tries again but CAK’s still standing!
 
Morpheus: It’s going to take a bigger man or a bigger hit to take CAK down!
 
Boice: Celt goes for it a second time but CAK is ready as he counters it into a spinebuster!
 
Morpheus: And that’s not all! CAK smashes Celt with a shillelagh shot to the stomach!
 
Boice: That should take him out! CAK makes the cover, it doesn’t look good for Celt! One, two, thr- no, Mark Johansson breaks up the pin! Ash is pissed!
 
Morpheus: Who wouldn’t be? Now he’s going to get it!
 
Boice: CAK gets up and Mark is quick about his wits to get back to his corner! CAK follows him and throws him back inside!
 
Morpheus: Now he’s in for some real punishment!
 
Boice: CAK still has Celt’s loaded shillelagh and I’m foreseeing that Johansson will meet the same fate as Celt! He’s readying his attack, raises the stick over his head... but PX COMES IN WITH A CHAIRSHOT TO MAKE THE SAVE!
 
Morpheus: Every move PX makes has got to hurt!
 
Boice: He’s got quite the courage to interfere even with his back like that! He doesn’t manage to fell CAK, but he definitely got his attention!
 
Morpheus: It’s funny how everything these guys do isn’t really just hurting him, it’s just pissing him off even more.
 
Boice: PX gives him another whack, but it still doesn’t topple CAK over! He’s really angry now!
 
Morpheus: And he just TAKES the chair away from PX!
 
Boice: CAK raises the steel chair overhead, PX is like a deer staring at headlights here! But Johansson makes the save and pulls CAK down from behind! He’s telling PX to get back to the corner!
 
Morpheus: A smart man would listen to such advice!
 
Boice: Johansson hits a chair-assisted leg drop to CAK’s face, and they’re finally able to damage the big man!
 
Morpheus: Jaro and Harlequin coming in, their respective weapons raised high in the air!
 
Boice: They’re both coming at him but Johansson is on fire! He manages to fend off both men, and retreats to his corner as Celt finds his strength again!
 
Morpheus: The ring is a wasteland!
 
Boice: Celt’s on his knees, and Mark Johansson’s back in their corner, telling him to pin CAK! Celt makes the cover! The ref counts! One, two – CAK just HEAVES Celt off of him!
 
Morpheus: He’s obviously down and not out yet!
 
Boice: Celt gets the idea and hobbles over to his corner, where he tags in Mark Johansson!
 
Morpheus: I wish I could say this was a hot tag, but Johansson already did damage, that tag was just a formality!
 
Boice: Johansson picks up the chair again and fends off Harlequin who was back on his feet, charging with the knife! He also sends CAK back to the mat with a chairshot!
 
Morpheus: Don’t look now, but the third member of their team is being all wily!
 
Boice: Johansson doesn’t see Jaro coming and HE TAKES THE BANHAMMER TO JOHANSSON’S KNEES! THAT WAS A CRIPPLING BLOW!
 
Morpheus: Jaro’s ordering CAK to get up and finish it!
 
Boice: CAK’s still rising to his feet slowly and Jaro’s hurrying him up, Johansson needs all the delay he can get if he wants to survive!
 
Morpheus: CAK dives to make the cover! The ref counts, one, two, thre- DAMMIT CELT!
 
Boice: Celt just made the quick save and as fast as he entered the ring, he retreats back to his corner! CAK tries for the pin again! One, two, th-no, the delay did it for Mark!
 
Morpheus: Jaro looks absolutely pissed, I think he’s telling CAK to tag him in!
 
Boice: Jaro and CAK return to their corner, where CAK tags Jaro in! Jaro gets back in with the Banhammer in hand, what else does he have planned for Johansson?
 
Morpheus: No one knows, but I have an idea: total annihilation!
 
Boice: Jaro wastes no time in laying down the Banhammer but Johansson still has the agility to evade the strike! Johansson trips Jaro with his hands! Both men are on the floor!
 
Morpheus: Jaro dropped the hammer!
 
Boice: He’s reaching for it, but Mark has his foot! He’s pulling him back!
 
Morpheus: This is actually pretty funny to watch.
 
Boice: Johansson jumps up and kicks away the Banhammer from Jaro’s reach, but the damage to his knees has been done! He falls down to his knees!
 
Morpheus: Jaro’s trying to take him down too!
 
Boice: Jaro now has a hand on Johansson’s leg, but he attempts another huge leap to his corner and the hot tag is made to Celt! Celt and Jaro have engaged in combat!
 
Morpheus: Jaro’s looking to kill Celt too!
 
Boice: But Celt’s on fire and he successfully dispatches Jaro with a hard clothesline!
 
Morpheus: Damn!
 
Boice: Celt goes for a running knee drop but Jaro rolls out of the way and back up on his feet! Jaro charges, looking for the strike too but Celt manages to avoid that!
 
Morpheus: Where the hell did Celt get a second wind? That shillelagh shot would have taken anyone out!
 
Boice: Nobody knows, but it’s here now and there’s no arguing about it! Celt whips Jaro into their corner and Celt is looking for the stinger splash! He hits it!
 
Morpheus: But Harley makes the blind tag, and quickly slithers into the ring!
 
Boice: He quickly positions himself behind Celt and hooks him up! He lifts him into the Pale Rider! It’s all so fast, it’s crazy!
 
Morpheus: Talk about pulling it out of his hat!
 
Boice: Harley wastes no time in making the pin! PX and Johansson try to make the save but Jaro comes in to stop them with a crossbody! The ref counts it! One, two, three, it’s over! What a match!
 
Shelia Blige: AND HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... CRAZY ASH KILLA, JARO, AND HARLEQUIN!!!
 
Jaro, Harlequin, and CAK (8.1 aps - 0.2 penalty + 8.57 aps + 8.27 aps + 1.8 avs = 26.55 total)
Pure Extremist, the Celt, and Mark Johansson (8.3 aps + 8.25 aps - 0.3 penalty + 8.28 aps - 0.3 penalty = 24.53 total)
 
The ref raises their hands but the three men refuse; they quickly proceed to beat down the three faces! Harley continues to beat up Celt, Jaro stomps away on Mark Johansson, and CAK attacks his nemesis PX!
 
Boice: What? What is this? Oh, come on! You guys won the match already!
 
Morpheus: You really think they’ll stop there? We’re talking about Controlled Chaos and Crazy Ash fucking Killa here!
 
Boice: They’re still beating up on their opponents! When will they stop!
 
Morpheus: Until they’re dead, probably. Remember Drew?
 
Boice: All too well... oh, great, now they’re going for their weapons!
 
Morpheus: They’re looking to add to the body count tonight!
 
Boice: Jaro’s ordering Harlequin and CAK to prop up Mark Johansson, he’s going to be the first victim! He has the Banhammer ready!
 
Morpheus: He swings!
 
Boice: No, the Banhammer doesn’t connect as PX spears Jaro from out of nowhere! Talk about a suicide attack!
 
Morpheus: What the hell, they’re supposed to be dead!
 
Boice: They’ve risen from the grave, it seems! Johansson makes use of the distraction to knock down Harlequin, but CAK is faster and sweeps Johansson’s feet!
 
Morpheus: Nobody can stop CAK!
 
Boice: That’s true... but Celt just gave CAK a shillelagh shot to the head! Remember, that thing is LOADED!
 
Morpheus: No need to tell me twice...
 
Jaro, Harlequin and CAK roll out of the ring, furious at PX, Celt and Mark, standing tall in the ring.
 
Boice: The unlikely team has just made an unusual stand to Jaro, Harlequin and CAK! You don’t see this happening every night!
 
Morpheus: What they did isn’t a stand, they’ve just signed their death warrants! They’ve just pissed the most dangerous men in FMW off!
 
Boice: However you go about it, this is just remarkable! Goes to show you that it doesn’t always have to end in a bloodbath!
 
Morpheus: I pity the fools!
 
Boice: For Mr. T, this is Jack Boice, and you’ve just witnessed the very first ever Corruption show! Good night, everyone, and make sure you tune in next time!
 
Morpheus: That’s Morpheus to you!