CORRUPTION 12.2 RESULTS!

”Superstar” by Saliva opens Corruption as blazing streams of red and white pyro go off at the Araneta Coliseum!

Boice: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Corruption 12.2! We’re coming to you live from the Pearl of the Orient, Manila, Philippines! This is just our next stop in our journey towards Rome! My name is Jack Boice and beside me is my broadcast partner, the one and only Prince of Pretty, Janus Flare!

Flare: You’re getting better and better every night, Jack! No homo, of course.

Boice: Thankfully not, and ladies and gentlemen we’ve got an action-packed evening lined up for you tonight! But before anything, let us take you back to what happened at Distortion 12.1!

Flare: AKA the last Distortion, ever!

Distortion 12.1 wrote:

Chase: And, of course there’s the announcement of the main FMW Games prize, which is happening RIGHT NOW!

Danzig’s ‘Mother’ plays over the speakers and the crowd erupt into vociferous boos as Jaro appears on stage, drawing in an imaginary applause with his hands. He walks to the ring, ignoring the many insults thrown his way until he reaches the ring, and he is passed a microphone.

Jaro: Are we done? Good. So, in case anyone here doesn’t watch Corruption or read the news or doesn’t have a fucking brain – which I assume is most of you – I guess I’d better bring you up to speed. Celeste, my wife, passed away tragically recently, leaving me in full control of Full Metal Wrestling once again.

A chorus of boos assault Jaro but he waves it off nonchalantly.

Jaro: So as my first order of business on this division, HANNIBAL FROST is now officially a Corruption superstar!

Chase: WHAT?! Our former Abandoned Champion is a Corruption boy? We’d better be getting a replacement, this is bullshit!

Sam: So much for suspending criticism.

Jaro: And to anyone wondering, Distortion will not be receiving a replacement. In fact, I guess this leaves Ammunition a little on the lighter side of the scales, so I’m moving ABEL STEELE to Ammunition effective tonight!

Chase: OH COME ON!

The crowd disapprove yet again and Jaro laughs.

Jaro: Ah, I love the sound of your hatred. It fuels me. Like powerade. Now, to my main reason for being in this shithole in the middle of nowhere, I guess I have to announce what the real prize is for winning the FMW Games tournament. Since the only turds in this toilet bowl worth scooping out are gone, here’s Distortion’s main reward for winning the Games: ALL DISTORTION TALENT ARE HEREBY FIRED AND DISTORTION IS CANCELLED!

Chase: WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT DOES HE THINK HE’S UP TO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS, PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE!

Sam: Even that’s a little too much for me! How am I going to pay for all the hookers I use?!

Chase: That’s the ENTIRE Distortion roster fired from FMW! Seth Omega? Skyler Striker? David GS? Leon Caprice? Only Frost and Steele have been saved! This is BULLSHIT, Jaro, BULLSHIT!

The crowd are furious, throwing their rubbish into the ring. Jaro can only smile at their outrage, but the booing lasts for a solid three minutes this time.

Jaro: Now, now! I won’t have any objections! This is the prize you won, you have to accept it along with any title shots! The Champions MAY be spared if I’m feeling good after I go back to my office tonight and get a blowjob – so basically, your fate depends on the skill of a hooker. But I wouldn’t hedge any bets on getting lucky. Tonight is the last Distortion show, so pack your bags and get the fuck out of this company as soon as this shit tonight is over. Maybe you can find a kangaroo around the place to bounce you home – if they can swim. Unlikely. That’s all. Have a shit night, you mother fuckers.

Flare: Hah! No more Distortion! It’s a happy FMW again!

Boice: That may be so, but that leaves almost an entire roster without employment, and that will be one of the central themes of tonight’s show! Displaced Distortion wrestlers, and as well as newly-signed rookies will have to fight it out for a contract, as per Jaro’s new directive!

Flare: See? Jaro isn’t such a bad guy after all!

Boice: Yes, but then you have to remember that this is the guy who… you know what, never mind, nothing will ever get done about it anyway.

Flare: Good sir, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.

Boice: Of course not. Anyway, tonight we have a match-up pitting the #1 Contender to the FMW World Heavyweight Championship, Hannibal Frost, against the FMW Commissioner, who had just recently returned to active competition at Corruption 12.1!


Boice: And you have to wonder if the World Champion TyranT will be making an appearance tonight!

Flare: He’s the champion. Frost is the challenger. Of course he will!

Boice: Well, and as for our main event, we’ve got an Abandoned Championship title defense, to be determined by the Wheel later!


Flare: Wait? What is this? This is Corruption, god dammit!

Boice: Yes, but the Ultraviolent Championship is still vacant, and we don’t know when the title will be fought for yet! Axel van Osbourne has decided to use his guaranteed title shot to go for the Abandoned Championship, and if he wins this match, not only does he win the title, but he also wins a contract!

Flare: Jeebus Christ, I hate socialism.

Boice: And speaking of contract shots, it’s time to go to our first match!

Flare: What? We’re already starting the handouts?

Boice: Yes indeed, Flare, it’s on the program, and here we are now with the first match of our Celeste Rousseau Tribute Edition of Corruption.

Flare: Barring our CEO's untimely passing, I'm actually excited. A new era of FMW is erecting itself. Hee hee. I said “erecting”.

Boice: Yes, I heard. How mature.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Contract on the Line match! The winner of this match earns a one-year FMW contract! Introducing first!

"Rock You Like A Hurricane" by The Scorpions hits the speakers as Damien Fox makes his way out of the curtain. The crowd immediately begins to boo, Fox just looking on with a cocksure grin that oozes confidence.

Sheila Blige: Making his official in ring debut, from London, England, weighing two hundred and twenty-eight pounds... Damien FOOOOXXX!!!

Boice: Fox has already managed to make some waves here in FMW, interrupting two rookie matches previously on Corruption 12.1 and managing to take out four rookies at the same time. Let's see if he can keep up the momentum here.

Flare: This guy just excretes sex appeal. He's got it won.

Boice: …Excretes? Sex appeal isn’t excreted.

Flare: You know what… you’re right. That would be disgusting.

Boice: Anyway, you say he’s got it won, but I wouldn’t count my eggs before they hatch.

Flare: Judging from his height, weight, and bodily composition... I'd say he doesn't lay eggs, Boice.

"Natural Born Killer" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers, silencing the commentators and bringing forth cheers from the crowd. Atlas Adams hits the ramp, his gaze locked onto Damien Fox who is awaiting him in the ring.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing one hundred and ninety-five pounds, also making his in ring debut, he is "The Assassin"... Atlas ADAAAMMMSSS!!!

Boice: Atlas Adams comes from Lords of Pain Wrestling and is pretty experienced, but that’s one thing, Flare. He’s in FMW now. This is the big leagues.

Flare: LPW? LPW stopped being relevant after Jaro left it.

Boice: I wouldn’t say so, they’re definitely a respectable promotion, but no one can outshine FMW. Let’s see if Atlas can manage to hang with the big boys here in FMW.

Flare: This guy... not as pretty. Sort of reminds me of Matt Damon. And contrary to popular belief, the man is not pretty.

Boice: In any case, it looks like we're about to kick off Corruption!

Adams and Fox await the bell, get it, and jump in for the tie up.

Boice: And we're off. Fox looks to be gaining the advantage, trying to muscle Adams into a corner, but the smaller man slips out to lock in a hammer lock.

Flare: Wait, technical wrestling? I thought this was the hardcore brand?

Boice: Adams pushing Fox around, but Fox finds a hole and slips out to get in his own hammer lock. Atlas is in pain... but he gets an arm over Fox's head and turns the tables with a headlock takeover!

Flare: Well damn. Looks like Fox better just stick to punching and kicking.

Adams wrenches in the headlock, trying to stop Fox's airflow, but the brawler begins to battle back.

Boice: Looks like Fox has them both on their feet. He's falling back to the ropes, pushing Adams off... and catches him on the rebound with a clothesline! Now he's mounting the Assassin-

Flare: God I love that word.

Boice: Fox is now just raining punches onto the face of Adams, a grin spread from ear to ear. But, he can't see the leg getting into position behind him. Adams with a knee to the spine, sending Fox stumbling across the ring holding his back.

Fox is looking pissed, therefore clouding his judgment and rushing in on Adams.

Boice: Fox prepping for another clothesline, but Adams ducks the swing. Fox turning around... and he gets a belly to belly suplex for his troubles!

Flare: Anything involving close quarters contact and a makeshift missionary position gets my seal of approval.

Boice: I bet it does...

Flare: C'mon. Two men making love can be a beautiful thing!

Boice: Whatever. Back to the action and it looks like Adams is stalking Fox, looking to end it early.

Flare: I doubt it. Get a peek at the look on Fox's face, he's ready.

Boice: And my broadcast partner does NOT disappoint as Fox spins to deliver a HUGE right hand to Adams. The smaller man crumples to the mat where Fox looks to be stalking for a move of his own.

Adams begins to get to his feet, stumbling along, as Fox lights up with a snarky grin.

Boice: Fox explodes from his stance and brings Adams down with a tackle like spear. And now he's bringing the pain, once again, with a dropping of lefts and rights.

Flare: You know, I like his style. He's just thrustingly hard and stiff.

Boice: It looks to be paying off. Adams is getting worn down and here on Corruption... there is no referee stoppage.

Fox gets to his feet, pulling Adams with him.

Boice: Fox now has Adams up, backs him into a corner, and there's a clothesline with Adams having no where to go.

Flare: And there's the sequel, Clothesline Two: With a Vengeance.

Boice: Must've been even better than the first because it just floored Adams!

Fox leaves Adams crumpled in the corner, slides out of the ring, and bends to search under the apron.

Flare: Looks like Fox is getting ready to end it.

But what Fox doesn't see is Adams stumbling to his feet to keep his chances alive.

Boice: Adams is up, he's running... and a baseball slide takes him clear over Fox. The platinum blond is just now realizing it, but no chance to react as Adams jumps, kicks off the barricade, and connects with a knee strike!

Flare: The Pretty everywhere are feeling that one.

Adams wastes no time in rolling Fox into the ring and going for the pin as the crowd cheers on his every move.

Boice: Here's the cover! One! Two! And Fox kicks out!

Flare: The man is a bar brawler and a street fighter in every sense of the word. He's tough.

Boice: Adams looks a little distraught, but doesn't take any time out to mope. He's got Fox up, and he's signaling for the finish!

Flare: Um, I see that look on Fox's face again...

Boice: And Flare goes two for two in Facial Expression Charades. Fox with a right hand, and another! But Adams comes back with an elbow, and now their trading blows!

Flare: Ha, I'd like to-

Boice: Please, just don't finish that sentence.

Fox's last right hand dazes Adams. He then reels back, tenses up, and swings for the fence. But Adams immediately snaps into focus, dodging the clothesline.

Boice: And Adams with a little psychological possum playing! Fox has thrown off his balance, and in return, has given Adams just enough room for a set up. The Kill Shot CONNECTS!!

Flare: I hate to say it, but that didn't look pretty. I think Fox may be out cold!

Boice: Adam's doesn't even need a follow up. He drops for the pin, and there it is! One! Two! Three! This one's in the books!

"Natural Born Killer" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers once again as Adams has his hand raised by the referee.

Boice: Impressive debut and win by Atlas Adams.

Flare: And of course, the one with the personality... loses. What the hell happened there?

Boice: But losing to a man like Adams is nothing to be ashamed of. Congratulations, Atlas! I look forward to seeing what he does here on Corruption.

Flare: And I look forward to seeing what we have up next. Thank Jeebus that’s over.

The broadcast cuts to the Celt, sitting in front of the camera, in an interview area.

Celt: You know… what happened to Celeste… that should never happen to anyone else. That should never happen to a woman, for God’s sake. That should never happen.

Celt rubs his mouth with his hand.

Celt: Celeste was a good woman. She was smart. She knew how to succeed without stepping on other people’s toes, without dragging anybody down. Frankly put, for all the shit FMW has been through, and for all the shit it has witnessed because of Jaro… Celeste was a damn godsend.

Celt chuckles slightly to himself.

Celt: But for the life of me, I don’t know. I don’t know why, in all her intelligence, she was so damn naïve. She fell for that bastard Jaro’s every trap. She was too smart to have not seen it coming. She was too good to fall for that damned demon of a man.

Celt looks intensely at the camera.

Celt: Jaro destroyed her, and by doing so, destroyed another one of the last hopes of this God-forsaken place. And because of that, I want to say to Celeste… Celeste, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to destroy Jaro before he can destroy you.

Celt looks to the side a little, before looking at the camera again.

Celt: As God is my witness, in your name I will lay down the Law on Jaro. The real law has failed to protect you or bring you justice.

Celt leans in closer to the camera.

Celt: I will avenge you, Celeste. I swear it.

Celt stands up and walks out of the frame.

The broadcast returns to Jaro’s office backstage, where he is speaking with Smitten.

Jaro: All right, Smitten, you cock-nugget, I don’t understand how you can lose to the fucking Celt last show. Now he’s got a good chance at the Ultraviolent title. MY title. How could you let that slip? It’s the fucking Celt! Anyone can beat that cum-skinned retard! Are you telling me you can’t beat a cum-skinned retard?

Smitten raises an eyebrow at Jaro’s insults.

Jaro: All right, you know what, don’t answer that. You’ve got Hannibal Frost. Now I’m sure you can beat his Supernatural-ripping ass. You think you can do that, Smitten?

Smitten: You can count on it, boss. I won’t let you down this time.

Jaro: Right, right. You better not, fool. I don’t want to have to banhammer the ribs out of your flesh too. If you win this match, I might think about giving you a title shot after Mt. V.

Smitten: I’ll keep that in mind.

Jaro: Don’t be coy with me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m expecting some guests.

Smitten, impassive, turns around and leaves the room. As he leaves, Axel van Osbourne walks in.

AVO: All right, boss, I’m here. Do I get to spin the Wheel?

Jaro: Right, right, hold your horses. We still have to wait for that fatty Seth.

AVO: Right.

Fortunately it isn’t long before Seth walks in.

Jaro: All right, you two are finally here. Seth, since you’re the champ, you get to spin the wheel.

AVO: What? But I’m the challenger!

Jaro: Hmm… yeah, you’re right. Seth, sit tight. Osbourne, spin the damn Wheel.

AVO: That’s van Osbourne.

Jaro: Whatever, you ripped your name off three different rockstars.

AVO steps up and spins the Wheel.

The Wheel spins and spins. It finally slows down, and eventually the pointer lands on…

Jaro: SLUM STREET FIGHT! Huh. I was hoping it would be that.

Seth: Sounds good.

AVO: I can deal with that.

Jaro: No complaints? Good, because you don’t get a re-spin, cockmunchers. Now, if you would go to the parking lot so you can be taken to this slum, please.

AVO: All right.

Jaro: See you later… and make it a good one.

AVO: Good luck, Seth.

Seth: I’m going to kill you.

Jaro: That’s nice. Play nice, y’hear?

AVO nods and walks out of the room. Seth follows, but before he can walk out the door, he turns to Jaro.

Seth: By the way, boss… when do I get my UV title shot?

Jaro: You know what, I’ve been giving away too many classics on free TV. You three, assuming Dunnwood is cleared to fight by then, will fight for the UV title at Mt. V!

Seth: What? I can’t wait that long!

Jaro: You idiot, it’s only two shows away! Besides, you’ll take that, shove it up your ass, and like it! Bye-bye now!

Seth growls as he walks out the door, slamming it.

"Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers, bringing forth Cliff Carson from the back and a growing amount of cheers from the crowd.

Boice: Well, that was an interesting exchange. We’re going to have a Slum Street Fight for the Abandoned Championship as our main event, and we’ve just heard that the Ultraviolent Championship match will take place at the Mt. Vesuvius pay-per-view!

Flare: Still don’t like the idea of this stupid main event.

Boice: Well, you’ll just have to deal with it, Flare.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Contract on the Line Ladder Match! The one-year FMW contract will be suspended above the ring, and whoever pulls it down first will be the winner! Introducing first, from Solvang, California, weighing two hundred and seven pounds... CLIFF CAARRSSSOOONN!!!!!

Boice: This match here is looking to make it a bit more of a challenge to win that contract.

Flare: Hell yeah it is. The thing is suspended twenty feet above the ring.

Carson enters the ring, only looking up at the briefcase dangling out of his reach.

Boice: Cliff Carson looks promising, and happens to have a skill set perfect for this type of match.

"Army of Me" by Bjork then hits the speakers amidst a darkened arena and a mess of strobing red lights.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from Providence, Rhode Island, weighing two hundred and forty pounds... PAAANZER!!!

As the lights in the arena snap back on, Panzer is seen charging the ring with a baseball bat in hand.

Boice: Panzer wasting no time here. He's in the ring, but Carson looks all too ready. A swing... and a miss!

Flare: A blind man could've seen that one coming.

Boice: Carson is now on the offensive. Two right hands, a kick to the midsection, and a suplex brings Panzer down.

Flare: Ladder time?

Boice: Patience, my partner in broadcasting. Carson picks up his opponent, shoves him back, and jumps for a knee strike. But Panzer counters in mid air with a clothesline!

The crowd boos Panzer as he stomps at Carson's chest a few times for good measure, before pulling him to his feet.

Boice: Panzer's got Carson up and he's whipping him into the corner. Panzer now charging for a spear, but Carson jumps! He counters with a sunset flip, bringing Panzer to the ground, but rises with both the man's ankles in his grasp.

Flare: I guess there is such a thing as being TOO excited. Panzer is just rushing in, not even taking the time to think about his next move.

Boice: The crowd is cheering Carson on as he leans back and slingshots Panzer head first into the turnbuckle post!

With Panzer slumped against the top turnbuckle, Carson grabs the top rope and slings himself over, coming down on the outside to guillotine Panzer in the process.

Boice: And Panzer is down, coughing as he tries to breathe using the injured muscles in his throat.

Flare: Ladder time???

Boice: Looks like it as Carson is now going under the ring. It's taking him a moment, but sure enough... there's that ladder. The ONLY way to win this match.

But Carson doesn't see Panzer gathering himself in the ring and running towards the ropes.

Boice: Carson's looking up, he sees Panzer, but it's too late. Panzer through the middle rope with a suicide dive!

Flare: Damn it!

Boice: What's with you and that damn ladder?

Flare: What? Like inanimate objects don't excited you?

Boice: I'm still lost on that. But, back to the action, Panzer has Carson against the ring apron, and a stiff boot to the sternum brings the man to his knees.

Panzer goes for the ladder, but stops short to look back at Carson.

Boice: Looks like Panzer's not finished... and he goes back, finishing Carson with a sick boot to the temple!

Flare: The boos indicate that yes... that was a dick move.

Panzer now goes back to the ladder, grabs it, and chucks it into the ring.

Boice: Panzer now setting up that ladder, eying the briefcase all the while, but Carson is slowly staggering to his feet. He sees Panzer, he's rushing in, and a drop kick sends the man into the ladder, knocking both man and steel against the ropes.
Flare: I think all that did was piss him off.

Boice: Correct you are. Panzer showing signs of a short temper, and now he's rushing Carson. Both men trading punches, and Panzer eventually lands the lethal blow. Carson is staggering... and Panzer breaks him down with a spine buster!

Now, instead of trying to climb it, Panzer grabs the ladder to wield it like a weapon.

Flare: Now it gets interesting.

Boice: Carson is up now, holding his back in pain, and Panzer charges with the ladder like a battering ram. The vicious blow connects! Carson now clutching at his stomach while Panzer readies another strike. And a blow to the head sends Carson crumpling to the mat!!!

Flare: Why do animals like Panzer have it out for pretty people and their faces? It's always the face.

Boice: Panzer now setting the ladder up, and getting ready to climb. One step, two steps... but Carson is up! He has no idea where he is, but he's up!

Flare: Three cheers for concussions!

Carson stalks over to Panzer and then elbows him in the lower back with a good bit of force.

Boice: Panzer is feeling that one, but Carson isn't done. A feat of strength brings Panzer to the mat via a side suplex!

Flare: And now our concussed high flyer is giving the ladder a shot.

Boice: He's climbing, but Panzer didn't stay down for long. Carson is five steps up, and unfortunately, not out of Panzer's reach. GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Carson looks like he could pass out at any moment!

Panzer, the boos from the crowd getting louder, puts a stiff kick to the back of Carson's head. He then exits the ring, before going under the apron.

Boice: And what is this... a TABLE! He doesn't just want the contract, he wants to make an impact!

Flare: I have no objections to this, even though the man is a crime to all that is pretty.

Panzer slides the table in before setting it up next to the ladder.

Boice: Panzer now has Carson... and he's looking to end this right here. He's got the smaller man up for a powerbomb, but Carson strikes back with a few lethal looking right hands. The crowd is cheering him on... and Panzer finally gives out. They both crumple to the mat with Carson landing a seated splash!

Flare: He's looking at the table, but doesn't seem to be all that interested in carnage and mayhem. Just the W for this man.

Boice: And yes, Carson bypasses the table and heads straight up the ladder. But... its starting to wobble as Panzer uses it to pull himself to his feet. And now Panzer is chasing Carson, who's trying to ward him off with a couple of flailing kicks.

Flare: I doubt this guy is gonna' be worried about some "flailing kicks".

Boice: Doesn't look like it, as he has a hand on Carson's ankle. Panzer is pulling, but Carson is holding on for dear life. Wait, scratch that... he's letting go. And jumping... And landing right behind Panzer! A stiff high kick to the temple dazes the big man... and a rebounding dropkick send him falling towards the table! Panzer just barely hits, only his forehead smacking the edge of that table!!!

Flare: Concussion the sequel, anyone? Anyone?

Boice: Panzer is stumbling to his feet, and Carson delivers the Lights Out! That quick, balance altering side kick has Panzer falling back onto the table.

Carson takes one last look at the table, then at the motionless Panzer atop it, before deciding to just head for the contract.

Boice: And Carson making the gentleman's choice once again. He's a little sluggish this time, but now there's no one to impede his ascent to the contract above.

Flare: Looks like we have a new addition to the Corruption roster.

Panzer begins to show signs of life, but not enough to rise just yet.

Boice: Maybe not. We've got movement on the table.

Flare: Uh oh.

Boice: Carson's taking a last look down, and he sees Panzer moving. Wait, what's he doing?

Flare: Something that will really kick this show into overdrive.

Boice: Carson is shaking his head, looking hesitant. I think he's trying to talk himself out of something...

Flare: But... he still has to climb those last two steps and unhook the briefcase. All Panzer has to do is kick that ladder over.

Carson gets a steady grip on the ladder, and begins checking the distance.

Boice: I think he might've heard you... Oh man... THE CLIFFDIVER!!!! A corkscrew moonsault sends both men through the table and the ladder falling against the ropes!

Flare: Pulling out all the stops for this contract. Panzer doesn't even look alive.

Boice: And now Carson is crawling out of the wreckage. He's stumbling to his feet, he's positioning that ladder, and now he's climbing! I think we DO have a new employee here at Full Metal Wrestling!

Flare: Oh no... Panzer just won't die.

Boice: The man is moving! It's the Super Shredder all over again!

Carson sees this, but now he's only motivated to move faster.

Boice: Carson doesn't care. He's going up, he's unlatching it... and the briefcase is in his hands! We have a new addition to the Corruption roster!

"Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers once more as Carson, a smile on his face, has his hand raised in victory.

Sheila Blige: And here is your winner, earning a one-year FMW contract... CLIFF CAAARRRSSSOONNNNN!!!!!!!

Boice: What a win for the rookie. Now that he's actually a part of the company ladder, he can start to climb it.

Flare: And the same can't be said for Panzer. The guy might have some Terminator qualities, but in the end... they all died.

Boice: Actually, they ended up taking over the world.

Flare: You get my point. Arnie, and the white silver surfer? And that smokin' hot love machine in the third one? You get. My point.

The tribute room set in sight was lit by a single lamp, resting on the table beside the man in solitude, the rays of light shone strongly onto the wooden surface of the table, but little light reflected onto the shoulders or face of Leon Caprice. The lighting by itself created a deeply thoughtful scene within the boxed room, as Leon occupied himself with his endless thoughts, and mixed emotions on what he should say to the live audience. It was an inquisitive moment for Leon as it seemed unquestionably out of tandem for this live feed to take place in ordinary circumstances, but this wasn’t something ordinary. It was about to be part of something unforgettable.

Leon: So I guess I should start by saying it is a sad thing to consider that Celeste, someone who always saw the light in opportunity and made actions rather than words is now dead. So I could say that her murderer will be punished and brought to justice, but we all know he’ll weasel out of it and in the end our final act for Celeste will be for nothing.

Leon takes a slight pause as he seeks to deepen the weight of his words.

Leon: So quite simply I’ll say this, Celeste will be missed, but its now up to us to continue to fight the grand fight that she saw. To try and fill the void of beauty and joy that was reserved for Celeste. So let us stand for what she stood for, let us believe that good will overcome evil and that we will continue to fight until the faithful day of our death. To which we will be reunited with Celeste once again.

So is it hard, yeah… Will FMW suffer for her murder, yes… And will it change us within FMW, YES!… But we will continue to fight for what she believed in. Because in the end it was worth her life to keep it.

As Celeste Rousseau didn’t die without purpose. She proved an example that no matter how much a madman pushes for power, he’ll always be subdued by goodness. And although that goodness has past on, we will remember.

Thanks for the memories Celeste, let us serve your legacy in FMW valiantly.

With his words summed up Leon symbolically followed his words with action as he stood up from the wooden chair and pulled the ripcord of the table lamp to leave the center of the room in pure darkness, until after a few seconds past from the border of the room opened a door in which a new light passed through the room, covering more area that the previous light, and through that light Leon walked out.

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Jaro: Now then, let us toast the life and death of my wife... by seeking out the appropriate response to the murderer. Dunnwood, as you know, you are blameless for the death of Celeste.

Dunnwood picks up Celt's dropped microphone.

Dunnwood: Indeed, Mr Roy. And I could not have achieved my current level without your assistance.

Jaro: Yes, about that. Seeing as how now the grand reveal has happened... I'm afraid you have outlived your usefulness.

Dunnwood falters.

Dunnwood: Do not be so hasty. Was it always your intention to betray me?

Jaro: I had reservations about it, but ultimately your lack of prowess within the ring, coupled with your erratic behaviour and vast knowledge of my inner circle, makes you too dangerous to keep around. Consider yourself lucky that I'm telling you this, because I owe you at least that much.

Dunnwood: I would have preferred your stabbing me in the back... you motherfucker!

He lunges at Jaro, who neatly sidesteps. Virus tackles Dunnwood to the floor, laying in lefts and rights. Jaro lays in the boots to Dunnwood, then rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron, snatching up his banhammer.

Boice: Oh god, don't do it Jaro!

Flare: He needs to eliminate the weak link!

Jaro motions for Virus to hold up Dunnwood, who grips him by the arms, the Englishman's head lolling forward. He raises the hammer high above his head, then in a moment of pure silence brings it crashing down.

Boice: He just hit Dunnwood with the full force of his hammer! He could be dead!

Flare: All Jaro wants to do is to get it through his thick skull that he is no longer needed.

Dunnwood's body slumps and Virus tosses him down, in what could be considered disgust if the beast showed any emotion. Jaro looks upon his former student and with a horrific grimace turns and walks away to the ramp, Virus following on behind.

Boice: Where the hell are the EMTs? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Dunnwood needs some help out here!

Even as he speaks, two FMW officials in black shirts run down with a stretcher. They load Dunnwood up while Jaro waits, like a stalking panther. He snatches up a microphone.

Jaro: Let this be a message to you all, cuntnuggets. I am above the Law. I am above redemption. I am above everything. This is my house, and anybody who dares to defy me with be dealt with.

The scene cuts to a hospital in Manchester, England, where Jacqueline Hyde stands in front of an occupied bed. A nurse stands by, uncomfortable in the presence of a camera. The bandaged chest of the man in the bed rises and falls steadily, the only indication that he is alive. A blond dreadlock flicks down from the head, giving away the man formerly known as Dunnwood.

”Action” Jackson: HEEEEY-YO! It’s ya boy Action Jackson up here in this bitch, but we gotta keep quiet on the down-low, because Dunnwood be restin’ here, and-

Hyde: Hiiiii, FMW universe! I'm so glad to be back on your screenscreenscreamscreaming at the idiots who sent me to this shitty fucking country.

”Action” Jackson: Bitch, what iz you doin’ here? This is my job, ho!

Hyde: Shut up, you silly little man, I’m here on Dunnwood-watch! This is my new assignment!

”Action” Jackson: Assignment? From who?

Hyde: From Jaro.

”Action” Jackson: What? I’ma have a word with that fool! Think he can come here, kill his shawty, and take over shit…

Jackson, angry, storms off-frame, leaving Hyde to do her job.

Hyde: So apparently you jerk-wads at home have images of me dancing around in a slutty miniskirt, so I've been kept on as a field reporter. Well, masturbate to this, huh? After Jaro's attack at twelve point oneoneonon the brink of death! Oh, my poor master of the macabre! How am I going to cope without you? Nurse, how is he? Please tell me he'll be ok!

The nurse approaches, wringing her hands.

Nurse: It's not all good news, I'm afraid. While he'll survive, we have no way of telling how long it'll take for the damage, primarily to his ribs, to heal. The best case scenario is that he is out for a minimum of six months. Worst case scenario, he's wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. Unfortunately with an injury like this there's no way of telling-

Everything becomes a blur. The man jumps up, bandages tearing fragments of bone poking through the cauterisation. Blood seeps out down his stomach. And he screams. Just one word.

Man: Jaro! JAROOOOOO!

Chaos ensues and the camera whites out.

Flare: Well, at least we know Dunnwood is alive and… well?

Boice: Well, he’s conscious, and that’s one thing, but will he be able to make it back in time for Mt. V?

Flare: I don’t know, that injury was pretty damn nasty. If I were him, I’d sit tight for a month.

Boice: I don’t think he can wait that long, Flare. Anyway, it’s time for our next match!

The crowd comes to life in the arena, with the familiar sound of “4 Words” by Bullet for my Valentine. The former Television Champion, PX, makes his way out onto the stage to a rousing ovation of boos. He makes little effort to acknowledge the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

Sheila Blige: The following contest is a Contract on the Line match, scheduled for one fall! Again, the winner of this match will earn a one-year FMW contract! Introducing first, weighing in at 228 pounds, from Castlebar, Ireland, he is the former FMW Television Champion, HE IS PX!!!

Boice: Well Flare, a contract on the line here, a lot to lose. One man is going to walk out of here with a job...

Flare: And the other’s going to blow their load MASSIVELY!!!

Boice: Yes... PX needs a huge bounce back match here. He lost the Television Championship to David GS last week, bringing his title run to a close. He’s had a long and storied history here in FMW, but I don’t know how he can keep it going here.

Flare: The good always find a way to keep it in there Jack. He’s facing a debutant, I don’t think this will be much of a strain on the veteran.

Boice: I don’t know Flare. Unlike you, I’ve gone and researched this guy, and I saw him train. He is scary.

Flare: You don’t know what scary is Jack. You never stepped in the ring with men like Ethan Black, War Machine or Hostyle.

PX stands alone in the ring, waiting his opponent. He doesn’t have to wait long before "Bonesnapper- The faces of the slain" by GWAR hits the speakers. The crowd, not having laid eyes on them before, don’t quite know what to make of Mathias von Koenig, or his protégé, Bonesnapper. von Koenig leads Bonesnapper down the ramp to the ring as Sheila proceeds with the introductions.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, being accompanied by Mathis von Koenig, weighing in at 323 pounds, from Berlin, Germany, making his FMW debut, he is BONESNAPPER!!!

Boice: So there he is, the giant of a man, Bonesnapper. I don’t think this crowd quite know what to make of him. He’s huge, but he’s not exactly doing anything.

Flare: He’s standing there, just looking stupid. That’s not going to open the pants door for him.

Boice: von Koenig is telling him to get in the ring... oh, OK. So it’s going to be like that. Bonesnapper’s listening to the instruction of his manager, and gets in, but now he’s just standing there.

Flare: Here’s the bell and we’re officially underway. PX isn’t going to be intimidated by this big man, who’s not doing very much intimidating. PX walks right up to him, and nails a back handed chop to the chest... and Bonesnapper just takes it.

Boice: He literally made no effort to defend himself from that... What is with this guy? PX doesn’t seem to care. He will take some free shots, he’s not stupid enough to say no to that.

Flare: Lefts and rights to the chest of Bonesnapper, who has a foot and 3 inches on PX. Buzz kick now to the knees, and still, no sign of movement, or self defence from the big man, let alone any offence or charisma.

Boice: A second Buzz Kick, and Bonesnapper still doesn’t go down. PX runs at the ropes, SPRINGBOARD SHINING WIZARD TO THE BACK OFTHE HEAD of Bonesnapper, and he falls face first to mat-vill.

Flare: PX quick to roll Bonesnapper over, but the size of him has made that a bit of an effort. Cover by PX, 1...2... Kick out.

Boice: Look at Mathias von Koenig. Bonesnapper didn’t kick out until von Koenig said so. He waited for the command, and he broke the pinfall.

Flare: But he’s still not up yet... he’s very much limp and down. Personally, I’ve never had that problem, but sometimes I do like to rise on command.

Boice: Not a pretty picture Flare... PX doesn’t seem to think this is funny at the moment. He screams at Bonesnapper to get up, but Bonesnapper doesn’t do it.

Flare: This has to be some sort of dominatrix thing for von Koenig and Bonesnapper. There’s no other explination.

Boice: Well, PX has had enough, and starts stomping away at Bonesnapper. Huge boots to the head and the chest from the former Television Champion.

Flare: He’s just laying in here. He assumes Bonesnappper’s dangerous, but at the moment, he’s been given complete free reign here.

On the outside of the ring, Mathias von Koenig starts laughing. He leans into the side of the ring, and says something, which was unable to be picked up by the microphones around the ring.

Boice: von Koenig is saying something here at ringside... Bonesnapper moves. He grabs PX by the ankle and throws him off balance.

Flare: He rises, throbbing and pulsing. He’s ready to explode here Boice, it’s going to be incredible.

Boice: Bonesnapper lumbers over to PX. PX with a right hand jab, but Bonesnapper catches it with one hand. HUGE headbutt to PX, nearly knocks him down.

Flare: It would have knocked him down, if PX’s hand wasn’t still deep inside Bonesnapper’s hand.

Boice: von Koenig must have ordered Bonesnapper to start an onslaught. That’s the only reason I can think of him suddenly coming to life.

Flare: Well duh! Give some credit to the rest of us. We can work things out too you know.

Boice: Bonesnapper lifts PX up over his head by the arm, AND SLAMS HIM DOWN HARD! PX bounced a good foot in the air then, that’s how hard he hit the ground.

Flare: von Koenig giving the order to get on top. Bonesnapper could make PX choke, he’s that big...

Boice: STOP WITH THE DOUBE ENTENDRES!!! IT’S JUST A PIN!!!

Flare: Whatever. Pin, 1...2... PX Kicks out. That wasn’t as fun to commentate Davey...

Boice: It was more professional though, and PX displays professional by doing what he does quite well, avoiding defeat.

Bonesnapper stands up over PX and returns to the vacant, yet focused stare he had while PX unleashed on him earlier. Mathias von Koenig screams at him “ATTACK HIM!”. Bonesnapper looks down at PX, who’s staring to get to his feet, and grabs him by the head with both arms, and throws him into the nearest corner.

Flare: Bonesnapper on the attack again. Splash to PX in the corner, he squished him with his large, sweaty body.

Boice: Flare!

Flare: Just making an observation...

Boice: Bonesnapper may be big and sweaty, but that’s not important. What’s important is that he’s got an upperhand on PX at the moment. PX is breathing heavily in the corner here. He’s taken a fair bit of damage already, after getting a lengthy period of unquestioned offence early.

Flare: Here comes Bonesnapper again, looking FOR A CLOTHESLINE NO!!! PX GOT OUT JUST BEFORE HE BLEW IT ALL!!! Bonesnapper goes chest first into the turnbuckles.

Boice: PX manages to avoid a devastating move, but can he capitalise? Bonesnapper turns around, he’s hurt his chest. PX targets it with a MASSIVE standing drop kick. That’s hurt him. Bonesnapper goes to a knee.

Flare: PX gets a wriggle on, runs at the rope, SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK!!! That drove Bonesnapper’s face straight into the mat!

Boice: von Koenig screaming at Bonesnapper to get up. PX has noticed, and sends him right back down with a devastating spin kick to the side of the head of Bonesnapper. Cover by PX, 1...2... KICK OUT by Bonesnapper.

Flare: Bonesnapper might have taken a while to get out of the pin, but he definitely waited for the command. He’s not doing anything unless he’s told.

Boice: I think von Koenig’s notced that. He’s just told him to wrestle PX and win. Let’s see if that makes him think more on his own. PX has put on an almighty effort to turn this match around.

Flare: Bonesnapper gets to his feet, here comes PX, kick to the mid section. Looking for a DDT, but he’s just not big enough to do it. Bonesnapper lifts PX over his head with a BIG back body drop. PX manages to soften the landing though, spinning through it, and rolling to his feet.

Boice: Bonesnapper’s turned around, he’s looking directly at PX. Bonesnapper, lumbers in the direction of PX. PX though, keeping his distance.

Flare: It seems like PX is running out of options though. He’s found himself worked into a corner. He thinks on his feet, and goes FOR A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT... NO!!! Bonesnapper catches it, AND HITS AN UPSIDE DOWN SPINEBUSTER ON PX!!! There’s the order for the pin, 1... NO!! PX had his foot on the rope, the referee quick to see it.

Boice: The order’s come through to pin him again, away from the ropes. Bonesnapper, drags PX right out to center ring, cover by the big man. 1...2... KICK OUT BY PX!!

Flare: von Koenig not happy with that, as he shouts something out in... I dunno, German I guess.

Boice: I believe it’s Italian Flare.

Flare: He shouts something out in European. Bonesnapper seems to respond to it though. So does the referee, who kindly reminds him that he needs to speak English at ringside.

Boice: von Koenig doesn’t argue this, but in the middle of the ring, Bonesnapper’s gone mad, and has grabbed PX by the throat, and is absolutely choking him at the moment. This is Corruption, it’s strictly legal, but von Koenig’s not happy about not being able to speak his primary language.

Flare: von Koenig’s gone under the ring, and dragged out a barbed wire 2 by 4, and has slid it across to Bonesnapper. He’s shouting in European again, I don’t know what he’s saying.

Boice: Gee, can I tell you that it’s probably “Here’s a weapon. Swing it in the general direction of PX”?

Flare: You speak European?

Boice: I assume it was something like that. Bonesnapper hasn’t heard it yet. The crowd must be confusing him. PX has definitely seen it though.

Flare: PX reaches out, this 2 by 4 could be the difference maker, be WHACKS it into the skull of Bonesnapper. Mathias von Koenig is furious! He’s screaming more foreign at Bonesnapper. PX is now free of the choke, and starts to stand.

Boice: The choke took a lot out of PX, don’t forget that. But he’s still fighting on. He swings again, but Bonesnapper gets the forearm up in self defence. It broke the 2 by 4 in half!

Flare: Bonesnapper’s grabs the rest of the weapon out of PX’s hands. This is bad for the former TV Champion. He could lose his contract here. Bonesnapper swings, but PX ducks. He grabs the broken half of the weapon, which seemingly got the raw end of the deal.

Boice: There’s no barbed wire on it, but PX makes it count. GROIN SHOT...

Flare: Correction... WOOD TO THE GROIN!!!

Boice: Bonesnapper keels over instantly. Every man in this arena, and surely you all at home, felt that. He doesn’t go down though.

Flare: No, but he’s clearly troubled. PX quick on the uptake. He runs at the nearest turnbuckle, and jumps to the top. This is it, I think PX might be looking to release here.

Boice: He lines up Bonesnapper... AND CONNECTS WITH THE WRECK’EM ALL!!! WOW!!! COVER BY PX, VON KOENIG SCREAMING TO KICK OUT, BUT THAT’S THREE, AND PX IS STILL EMPLOYED!!!!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner PX!!!

PX (3.65 aps + 0.7 avs = 4.35 total)
Bonesnapper (3.4 aps + 0.8 avs = 4.2 total)

PX quickly rolls out of the ring, getting out of the way of any possible retribution attack by Bonesnapper. As he stands on the outside, PX raises his arm in victory as “4 Words” by Bullet for my Valentine begins to play. Mathias von Koenig climbs into the ring, and goes straight for Bonesnapper, who gingerly sits up.

Boice: PX, the man who lost his Television Championship last week, has rejoined the winners circle tonight, and who can argue with the stakes.

Flare: That’s right Boice. There was no protection tonight. You lose, you’re out of contract, and PX managed to secure his tonight, with a hard fought win over the much larger debutant.

Boice: But if I know my sleazy men in FMW Flare, I doubt this will be the last we see of Bonesnapper and Mathias von Koenig.

Flare: Possibly not. He might not have won a contract tonight, but I think Bonesnapper and Mathias von Koenig aren’t the sort to just go limp and forget about the occasion. I have a feeling we may be seeing them around before too long.

Boice: That might be true, but tonight has definitely belonged to PX. He retains employment, and gets some form back with a victory tonight. Congratulations to our newly retained FMW superstar.

We cut to backstage, where we see Celt walking. He keeps walking for some time… until he stops as he sees someone.

Celt: So… you’re here.

The camera zooms out to reveal…

Hannibal Frost: Yes, I am. Really? Is that all you have to say?

Celt: Oh, you think you’re funny, aren’t you?

Frost: No, no. Listen. You know what, I’ve been looking for you. I saw all that shit with Jaro last time. Listen, you and I…

Celt: …no, you listen here. Hannibal, after all the bullshit you once put me through, you can’t come up to me and expect me to be your buddy just like that, all because you’re a “good guy” now. To hell with that. I don’t trust you.

Frost: Look, I don’t blame you. I just…

Celt: …no, enough. I don’t want to hear any more. I don’t like you. Never did, and I probably never will.

Frost sighs.

Frost: You know what, that’s fine.

Celt: Don’t be sending me on a guilt trip, too. You’re here, because you’re supposed to be doing what you’re doing.

Frost: Fine.

The two men stare at each other, before Celt walks off, leaving Frost behind.

Flare: Strong words from Mr. Newcomer. I’m sure he’ll find out that Corruption guys aren’t as soft as Distortion fags.

Boice: Well, luckily, this match is up next!

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.

Sheila Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 290 pounds, he hails from Salt Lake City, Utah, CHRRRRISTIAANNN GEEEEEEE SMMMMMMMIIIIIITTTTEEEEEENNNNN

Boice: Two men with ambition. Two dreams to carve into Boice. Two fighting vets. Two men looking to rise to the top once more. Not to mention a lot of bad blood between these two.

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

Boice: Impressive.

Flare: I can be dramatic too, you know.

Boice: Christian G. Smitten. Hannibal Frost. Where can we start? The history between the pair is lackluster and strangely few between. Both men have both taken their own rises in FMW, Frost in claiming the C-4 & Abandoned titles while Smitten claimed the first gold card and eventually the FMW title, a feat Frost looks to reach at Mt Vesuvius.

Flare: Ahh, the record books say these two have never been in the same ring together, not even in clusterfucks…

Boice: Then what a match we have tonight!! A match fit for a Pay Per View, Christian. G. Smitten the Commissioner of FMW vs. Hannibal Frost, the No. 1 contender to the FMW title. Two big names, two massive characters but only one W to etch into the record books.

Flare: Well lets look at their recent results. Smitten suddenly returning to in-ring action & then losing last show to The Celt with not much to call an excuse has really left this open. And Frost on the other hand hasn’t missed a beat lately.

Boice: Plus some could see this as the past and future of the FMW Championship, with Frost playing a favourable chance of leaving Mt Vesuvius the champ and we all know about Smitten’s reign before our current champ.

Flare: Yeah, it was short, filled with words and ultimately forgettable. Good way to lay off months of hype.

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. As "Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi settles into its rock feel, an explosion of Pyrotechnics go off, bringing out Hannibal Frost. Frost stares Smitten down from the start of the ramp, ignoring the boos and hisses he receives.

Sheila Blige: And the opponent, hailing from Memphis, Tennessee, he weighs in at a lean 232 pounds, he is HHAAAAAAANNIIBAAAAALLLLLL FFRROOOOOOOOOSSSTTTTT!!!!!

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

Flare: It's intense, there's no denying that. Hannibal Frost and Christian G. Smitten are about as evenly matched as you'll see. Sure, Frost holds an advantage in the recent win/loss department, but it is insignificant, especially in a big match such as this.

Boice: Frost has started his walk to the ring. The pair have never been booked against each other. Even at massive PPV events these two have never stepped into the ring together until now…

Flare: We are really soaking this up aren’t we… FIRST TIME EVA FOLKS!!!

Boice: Hannibal Frost climbs into the ring, Smitten still hasn't moved. We're ready for action here at 12.2, 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!

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

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

Flare: Hannibal Frost 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 Frost way too athletic, as he flips in mid air, and lands gently on his feet behind Smitten.

Boice: Frost 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 Hannibal Frost into the corner. Referee's calling for the rope break, and Frost lets it go. We're back to square one here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boice: Frost quickly moves into an arm bar here, and Smitten's instantly put under the pump here. Hannibal'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.

Flare: Brilliant strategy by Hannibal Frost. He's getting in there early and breaking down the key limbs one by one. I'm not surprised he started with the arms, it would be criminal if he didn't.

Boice: It could be his way to turn the tables, Smitten's got a 60 pound weight advantage over Frost, and it's not a light 60 pounds either.

Flare: That makes no sense at all you douche. 60 pounds is 60 pounds. Smitten's got to get creative here and break out. He's used the other arm to roll Hannibal up. It's a pinning counter, but Frost breaks the hold at 1.

Boice: Both men quickly back to their feet. Frost 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

Flare: This is prime Hannibal Frost, tenderizing his opponents with varied and powerful offensive moves.

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

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

Flare: Right there Boice. Two prime legs of Hannibal Frost 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.

Boice: Smitten cries out, Frost 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 Frost off with his free hand and BANG!!!! Left hook right to the jaw of Hannibal Frost.

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

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

Flare: 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 Boice. Smitten with a leg drop across the throat of Frost. Smitten gets up for a second, but Frost rolls out of the way, and Smitten lands butt first on the mat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boice: Frost 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 Frost is down again.

Flare: He's mimicking your career Boice.

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

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

Boice: Smitten's looking to take advantage of some five counts here, he puts Frost'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.

Flare: Smitten knows exactly what he can get away with in an FMW ring Boice. He's been through the FMW Code of Conduct so many times, it's just ingrained in there. He tries to choke Frost 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.

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

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

Flare: THAT might be the special thing Hannibal 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.

Boice: Referee didn't see it, Smitten's body was blocking the view. Hannibal Frost knew this, and has taken full advantage of the situation. Trying anything for the win here. He drags Smitten to his feet, he's not allowing him any recovery time. A flurry of fists from Hannibal Frost rattling Christian Smitten.

Flare: European Uppercut send Smitten staggering back into the corner. In charges Hannibal Frost, who connects with a running knee to the chest. Frost'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.

Boice: Frost showing off his athletic prowess, as he climbs the ropes over Smitten. HURRICANRANNA FROM HANNIBAL FROST!!!

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

Boice: Frost covers, he could have him here, 1...2... KICK OUT at 2 and nine-tenths. Frost 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.

Flare: Remember we said Frost 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 all respect as the commish.

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

Flare: That amount of intent looks like the Frost of old as he has something malicious in mind here. Smitten's on one knee now, and Frost thinks that's enough.

Boice: Kick to the stomach by Hannibal Frost, he lifts him high onto his shoulders. THE STRENGTH OF HANNIBAL FROST, that's just amazing!

Flare: Frost turns around and HIT'S RED LABEL!!! That pumphandle DDT just shook the entire arena. Smitten's face says nothing else than he's in immense pain here.

Boice: Hannibal Frost's not finished either, as Frost grabs the legs of a weakened Christian Smitten. Smitten's trying to fight it, but Frost is winning the battle, he turns Smitten over and locks in a sharpshooter!!

Flare: Hannibal Frost is quickly wearing down Smitten and this looks to finally be it. Chalk one up for the better man, and warn Tyrant who the next challenger is for his belt. Smitten's not getting out of this.

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

With Hannibal Frost standing above Smitten and contorting his back, Smitten tries to do a push up off the ground. Frost seems a little confused and worried, before losing his balance and losing his grip of Smitten’s ankle.

Flare: WOW!!! Smitten showing how strong his determination is, he practically pushed 230 pounds off of him. Smitten swiftly turning and he lands a hard punch to the left ankle of Hannibal Frost.

Boice: A Second, and Hannibal's lost balance again, and now Smitten's suddenly got his freewill back. And delivers a strong sitting kick into the stomach of Frost! Hannibal goes flying and collides with the referee, and we suddenly have a referee down.

Flare: Stupid positioning from that fragile thing, but Frost gets up unharmed. Smitten's still on the ground, fighting out of that took a lot out of the big man. Frost 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 Hannibal Frost neck first into the ropes.

Boice: Hannibal'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. Hannibal Frost's clutching his neck on the mat, he could have a severed wind pipe.

Flare: 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 no-one to tell him that one hit is enough.

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

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

Boice: 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?

Flare: I think we're about to find out Boice, as Smitten picks up the chair, and puts Hannibal Frost's head inside it. Oh my God, I think it's this move...

Boice: Smitten's climbing the turnbuckle. It’s not looking to good for Frost now, there's no one here tonight to save Hannibal Frost from having his head crushed.

Flare: Smitten's on the top rope, and he's looking down on Frost with utter contempt. Listen to the crowd, their completely split. Half want to see Frost'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, Hannibal Frost reaches up and removes the steel chair from his head. Smitten lands feet first on the mat, doing no damage what so ever.

Boice: FROST ESCAPES!! FROST TRIES TO HIS SMITTEN RIGHT BACK WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, but Smitten takes a step back just in time. Hannibal quickly tries to get to his feet, WHAT THE HELL!!

Flare: NIGHT STICK TO THE BACK OF FROSTS HEAD!! ITS TYRANT, HE’S HERE!!

Boice: That shot has Frost withering on the canvas and as quickly as he came, now he’s gone. The FMW Champion has left the building. But his impression is clearly felt on the back of Frost’s head

Flare: The referee's starting to get up now, and Smitten looks to take advantage of Tyrants interference as he hits a MASSIVE DDT ON THE CHAIR!! Smitten slides the chair out of the ring and makes a cover. The ref seconds away from beginning his count… 1...2... NO!!!! HANNIBAL FROST KICKED OUT!!! THE REF TOOK TO LONG!!

Boice: Frost 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 Hannibal Frost to his feet, and whips him across the ring.

Flare: Frost ducks a clothesline, he runs through, bounces off the ropes, THE BLIND SIDE, no! Smitten swivels around him. FROST IN TROUBLE AS SMITTEN LIFTS HIM INTO A TORTURE RACK!!

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

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

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

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

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner, CHRISTIAN GEEEEEEEEE SMIIIIITTEEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!!!

Christian G. Smitten (4.27 aps + 0.8 avs = 5.07 total)
Hannibal Frost (4.17 aps + 0.7 avs = 4.87 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 Hannibal Frost, who still hasn't moved.

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

Flare: Definitely the match of the cycle, hands down!

Boice: I think I might have gotten a little too excited in that match Flare, but you're right. This match definitely showed us why these two are the toughest sons of bitches you might ever meet. Frost, I've got no idea what he's going to do next.

Flare: A valiant effort, in the end for nothing. But Smitten is victorious tonight, and takes the boos of the crowd in admiration. He has proven to the locker room that he’s still the boss and he can take anyone down.

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 Hannibal Frost struggling to his feet, holding his head. But he also see’s something else. From the other side of the ring he can see both Jaro and Virus making their way through the crowd and gradually to ringside. With little hesitation sliding into the ring and looking to prey on a beaten Frost.

Boice: Whatever this is, it isn’t cool. Frost is done after that fight and he doesn’t look to have the fight in him to take on one man, let alone two.

Flare: Well Jaro loves to play the numbers game, even if its two men onto half a man. Greater odds of achievement really. OH HERE WE GO!!

Boice: Virus lifting Frost to his feet, holding him from behind. Jaro slips out of the ring to grab a vacant ringside chair before returning hurriedly to begin his demolition. He’s lifting the chair, It’s OV-

”It’s not my time” by 3 Doors Down blasts through the arena, halting the action in the ring and bringing a look of annoyance to Jaro as the crowd erupts to see the man who walks out to this song.

Boice: IT’S LEON CAPRICE, HE’S HERE AND BOY IS HE IN TIME!! Wasting no time as he ignores the crowd and sprints past the still observing Smitten to the ring and slides swiftly into the action.

Flare: Although he doesn’t work here anymore at least he’s making this interesting 2-2 and SPEAR!! LEON WITH A SPEAR TO JARO!! Payback for their last encounter no doubt!

Boice: Virus has released Frost and he’s fixed on Leon now, this isn’t looking good for Leon, he’s cornered against the turnbuckle, this is it. Virus about to throw the might fist and CHOP BLOCK BY FROST AND VIRUS’S THROAT CONNECTS WITH LEON’S KNEE!! Lady luck has these two surviving tonight, with both Jaro and Virus temporarily dazed.

Flare: But meanwhile Frost and Leon admire their handy work, Smitten hasn’t called it a night as he’s running back to the ring now! FROST AND LEON HAVE THEIR BACK’S TURNED!!

Boice: HE’S GOT THE CHAIR AND HE’S SWINGING NOW!!!

Flare: DOWN GOES CAPRICE… DOWN GOES FROST!!

Boice: This doesn’t look good now, Frost and Leon back to step 1 as both Jaro and Virus slowly rise again and join Smitten standing above the newly named Sons of Attrition, however Jaro quickly signals Virus to search under the ring for something.

Flare: Not to hard to see who will be feeling the attrition tonight.

Boice: They don’t stand a chance now and looking at Jaro he’s pissed at Leon for that spear, and you don’t want to piss Jaro off, just look at Drew & Harley over the years.

Flare: Well Jaro’s got Leon by the neck lifting him up and Smitten is lifting Frost up to get another chair shot on him. This might be the record for the quickest disbanding of a tag team. Jaro readying Leon for something big and-OH GOD, VIRUS HAS THE BANHAMMER!!!…

Boice: Virus re-entering the ring and passing the banhammer to Jaro as he sets himself up to smash the skull of a dazed Leon Caprice. I can’t watch!!

"The Warrior's Code" by Dropkick Murphys echo’s through the stadium as a familiar face appears from backstage and sprints down the ramp wielding a shillelagh.

Flare: You might not want to watch, but you can listen and that sounds like re-enforcements!

Boice: IT’S CELT, CELT IS HERE TO WHOOP SOME ASS UV STYLE!!

Flare: Celt quickly enters the equation and diverts the attention of all 3 men as they drop both Leon and Frost to regroup themselves. Smitten with a Chair, Jaro with a Banhammer and Virus being massive vs. Celt and his shillelagh, he’d better be carrying some irish luck.

With all three men standing together and facing Celt they ready themselves to leap forward and attack. Yet as Celt decides to slide in, he immediately begins to divert attacks and return momentum to the faces.

Boice: Celt ducks a Banhammer shot from Jaro, and counters with a shot to the back of his left knee sending him down. Another dodge by Celt but this time to a swinging chair shot from Smitten, followed by another counter attack to the back of Smitten, sending him crippling down to the canvas and swiftly following Jaro to roll out of the ring.

Flare: CELT IS ON FIRE AND IT’S NOT JUST THE RANGA LOOK, HE IS CLEARING HOUSE!!

Boice: Frost and Leon now regrouped and finally standing beside Celt as they look to finish off Virus who hasn’t moved an inch. Bad move by virus?

Flare: DAMN!!! REALLY BAD MOVE!! YOU CAN BE A GIANT, BUT A SHOT TO THE COCK STILL LEAVES YOU WEEPING!!

Boice: And they are retreating. Celt has saved Frost and Caprice. The Sons of Attrition will continue to live on and somehow I think their numbers have just increased.

In the center of the ring we see Leon and Celt extending hands and a general satisfaction on all three men’s faces. Frost goes to shake Celt’s hand, but Celt amusingly doesn’t take it, instead staring him down.

Flare: Although Celt saved the day it still seems like there is bad blood between him and Frost from the past, however tonight they made a point. That although they don’t particularly like each other, they have each others backs, and that is a trait that will catapult this stable to heights unseen.

Boice: Well it looks like Corruption might be getting a bit cleaner now then, but by any means we still have the rest of the show to call. Amazing match here tonight, Smitten with the win but ultimately it was Hannibal who won the fight as he seemingly has the reward of an extra stable member. But to see it all unfold keep watching folks. We’ll be right back after this…

It's that time of year again.


The most dangerous battlefield in FMW.


Many bones have been broken, and many careers have been shortened by the battles on this monstrous creation.


It is both a portal to the underworld, and a stairway to heaven for only one brave warrior.


Who will survive the battle?


Who will conquer...

Boice: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re back live with us on Corruption, and it is now time for the main event!

Flare: Okay, seriously, I know I’ve been asking this all night, but seriously, why is the championship that used to be Distortion’s top title now being defended in the main event of Corruption? This is Corruption! This awesome show should not be tainted with the faggotry that was… Distortion!

Boice: Well, Flare, the Ultraviolent Championship is still vacant, and you heard it straight from the boss’s mouth earlier, we will decide a new UV champ at the Mt. Vesuvius pay-per-view, where The Celt, Dunnwood, and the current FMW Abandoned Champion Seth Omega will go at it in a triple-threat match!

Flare: Why do I have to wait until Mt. V?

Boice: Delayed gratification, my friend. In the meantime, let’s get down to this main event right here, and the match stipulation has been decided earlier by the Wheel is a brutal Slum Street Fight!

Flare: Mingling with the common folk! One of them isn’t gonna walk out of there alive!

Boice: Most probably, but that remains to be seen! And let’s not wait any longer!


Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Slum Street Fight for the FMW Abandoned Championship! The match will be broadcasted live from an undisclosed slum area in Manila, and the only way to win is to score a knock-out on your opponent!

The MetalTron and the broadcast both flash and go to the slum area, where a referee, Axel van Osbourne and the Abandoned Champion Seth Omega are standing by. A wide circle of onlookers have already gathered around them.

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, the challenger, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing two hundred and sixty pounds, he is AVO… AXEL VAN OSBOURNE!!!

The crowd in the Araneta Coliseum cheer. Due to the delay, the audience in the location start cheering a little late.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from Jackson, Tennessee, weighing three hundred and seven pounds, he is the FMW Abandoned Champion… SETH… OMEGA!!!

The crowd at the Dome boos. The live audience also boos, but some cheers can be heard. The referee quickly checks the two men shortly before calling for the bell to ring, which it does at the arena.

Boice: All right, that’s the bell, you heard it ring, here we go! This is bound to be a hard-hitting brawl as we’ve got two big guys who have no problems about putting each other through hell just for the Abandoned Championship!

Flare: Hey, guess what other title people kill each other for too?

Boice: All right, all right, Flare, I get it. But you’ll just have to deal with it. Both men circling each other, taunting the other, and the area is littered with beer bottles, sticks, ice picks, oh god, ice picks and knives, and rocks, a lot of weapons out there!

Flare: What did you expect, Boice, they’re in the damn slums!

Boice: And the crowd there just cheering and jeering them on… Axel van Osbourne charges Seth but the champion is on his toes as he sidesteps that, and AVO’s lucky he stops himself right before he crashes into an audience member!

Flare: By the way, did we get these guys waivers? We are totally not responsible for any damage that comes to them.

Boice: I’m sure our legal team was prudent enough to do that, Flare. I hope. Anyway, AVO continues to charge but Seth just keeps sidestepping!

Flare: Come on, dammit, I thought you were a BAMF? Fight!

Boice: Seth sidesteps another one and, well, AVO seems to be pissed off now, he’s picked up a wooden plank off the ground!

Flare: Oh, you in trouble now, fatty!

Boice: Remember, ladies and gentlemen, pinfalls and submissions will not do, these men have to knock his opponent out! Well, I guess he can choke the other out too! AVO swings and Seth ducks, and did you see that crowd move out of the way?

Flare: Hah, they scared now.

Boice: Seth picks up a plank of his own and absolutely plants it in AVO’s spine! AVO flies forward into the crowd, and the crowd push him back towards Seth! And Seth swings for the fences again! Oh god!

Flare: All right, now that’s what I came to see!

Boice: And… Seth goes for the pin! But there are no pinfalls, and the ref is telling him that right now!

Flare: Hah, silly fatty. Always the fatard.

Boice: And… wow, Seth is actually happy about that! I think he’s happy that he can do whatever he wants now!

Flare: Really, didn’t he listen to Sheila go over the rules?

Boice: Seth drags AVO up by the hair and gives him a couple of hard, deliberate hits on the face and the stomach! AVO is doubled over in pain!

Flare: Van Osbourne may not know what he’s gotten himself into here.

Boice: Seth pushes AVO to the crowd and the crowd has the big guy by the arms! Seth picks up a beer bottle from the floor! What does he have in mind here?

Flare: Really, Jacky? You have to ask that? I think it’s pretty damn obvious what Omega has in mind here.

Boice: Seth takes the bottle, backpedals… and charges! He’s gonna swing that bottle at AVO’s head! Oh my god!

Flare: Oh yeah!

Boice: But AVO counters with a dropkick! Seth flies backwards and lands on his ass! Timely counter by the challenger!

Flare: Yeah, he got lucky there!

Boice: AVO telling off those guys who thought they’d help Seth out, but it’s all legal! The crowd is encouraged to be a part of the match!

Flare: Wow, really? That’s one match I’m not fighting in ever. I won’t let non-wrestlers take part in a match.

Boice: AVO drags Seth up by the hair and he rains down fists on him, this is not a technical bout, ladies and gentlemen, this is a straight up brawl! And Seth trades punches with AVO as well!

Flare: Hey, I have a suggestion for these guys. Put some broken glass between your fingers and punch them. I learned that from this guy back in the day, think his name was Killer… or Cutter… or Crippler… man, I forgot. But he called it hellcore, and you’d think that was pretty bad-ass, but it was just putting broken glass in his hands.

Boice: Wow, Flare, that’s really interesting. Anyway AVO lands a boot on Seth’s gut and Seth doubles over, AVO picks up that plank again and absolutely SWIPES Seth’s face with it! Seth flies backwards and now he’s the one being held up by the crowd!

Flare: See, this is not cool! These guys are audience members!

Boice: All’s fair in this match type, Flare, it’s a street fight, and turnabout is fair play! AVO measures Seth, and swings… but stops? What’s going on?

Flare: What, gone soft all of a sudden?

AVO calls a kid who’s watching in the sidelines and the kid comes forward. AVO gives the wooden plank to the kid and points towards Seth. The kid immediately gets it.

Boice: Oh my god… what the? THAT CHILD JUST BLASTED OUR ABANDONED CHAMPION WITH THAT WOODEN PLANK, AND NOW HE’S WHACKING HIM OVER AND OVER WITH IT!

Flare: Now that is uncalled for! That is really blatant! That should not be allowed!

Boice: There’s no disqualifications in this match, Flare, that’s as legal as a headlock!

Flare: I refuse to sit here and call this nonsense!

Boice: Really, you’re going to walk out on me?

Flare: If this continues then I just might!

Boice: Well, AVO finally takes that piece of wood from that kid and Seth looks absolutely delirious!

AVO tells the ref to go check on Seth.

Flare: Yeah, I want to see this one just fucking end already, check on him!

Boice: Well, it looks like Seth is still conscious and this match will continue!

Flare: Jesus Christ!

Boice: AVO pulls Seth from the arms of the crowd and goes back to work on him, starting with a vicious headbutt! Seth crumples to the ground!

Flare: What now? Is he gonna call for everyone in the crowd to dogpile Seth?

Boice: Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t give him ideas, Flare. AVO stomps a literal mudhole in Seth as the earth is a little wet due to some rain earlier!

Flare: Why hasn’t this guy won already?

Boice: Because Seth hasn’t been knocked out yet? AVO takes that wooden plank again and brings it down on Seth… but Seth rolls away!

Flare: I’m amazed he can actually roll with his girth.

Boice: AVO brings it down like an axe again and Seth rolls again, and this time he’s on his feet!

Flare: Really? He can do that?

Boice: AVO swings the plank at Seth’s face, but Seth ducks and counters with a back body drop… and AVO lands on some beer bottles!

Flare: Damn!

Boice: And AVO screams out in agony as those shards of glass cut and pierce through his skin and flesh! And Seth adds injury to injury by stomping on AVO, forcing his back onto the broken glass!

Flare: Yeah, that’s what you get, Van Osbourne! This is what you deserve!

Boice: But as painful and as agonizing as this is, this is not going to knock AVO out!

Flare: Oh yeah, he can pass out from too much excruciating pain. Just a few more curb stomps-

Boice: Seth takes that wooden plank… and grabs the other! He’s got two of them now!

Flare: Yeah, remember that bullshit you pulled, Van Osbourne? This is that coming back to bite you in the ass now!

Boice: He’s raising both boards above his head… and brings them down! But AVO rolls out of the way, at the expense of getting cut even more on the broken glass!

Flare: Are you sure those bottles weren’t made out of candy glass?

Boice: They weren’t from us, Flare, those are the real deal! AVO gets up… and spears Seth into the broken glass! By god, they are torturing themselves!

Flare: Really, they’d put themselves through hell for that stupid Distortion championship? Isn’t this what we have the Ultraviolent title for?

Boice: Well, it just so happened that the stipulation that turned up on the Wheel was a hardcore one!

Flare: Damn that stupid green Wheel.

Boice: The two men are lying in pain, all bloody and cut up, but still very much conscious! How much more will it take for one man to walk out of here with their arm held high in the air? How much more punishment is needed, and how much more can they withstand?

Flare: Seriously? No need to be so melodramatic.

Boice: It’s a gripping match!

Flare: No, it’s a deathmatch.

Boice: I meant… never mind. AVO mustering all his strength to get up on his feet, he drags a bloodied Seth Omega with him… a punch to Seth sends him reeling backwards, but Seth manages to stay on his feet and throw back a punch of his own!

Flare: Can you hear those slum-dwellers cheer? I bet they’ve never had a drunken brawl that could match up to this nonsense!

Boice: AVO with another punch! And Seth again! They’re both looking for KO shots!

Flare: Yeah, just end this already!

Boice: AVO lets loose a wild haymaker, but Seth is still standing! He’s bloody and battered, but he’s still standing!

Flare: Come on, Seth, give him a big one!

Boice: Seth comes at AVO with a haymaker of his own but AVO is ready for him as he walks into a scoop! Oh my, I think this is it! AVO is looking to hit his finisher, called the Final Encore… and I think he wants to hit it on that broken glass!

Flare: No! No! Not this way! Not this way!

Boice: But AVO is on wobbly legs, can he manage to land it? He’s carrying three hundred pounds on his tired shoulders!

Flare: This may be where Seth’s disgusting girth may be able to save him!

Boice: Seth trying his hardest to get out of there!

Flare: Come on!

And Seth manages to slide out to behind Axel.

Boice: And Seth slides out! He survives an excruciating fate!

Flare: Thank Jeebus!

Boice: Seth grabs Axel’s arms from behind! He lifts him in a pumphandle! Oh no, I think I know what this is!

Flare: I hope it’s the ending!

Seth lifts AVO in a piledriver position, looking to go for his finisher the Heart-Shaped Box! But before he hits it, he walks a few steps over to…

Boice: Oh my God, is Seth planning to do what I think he’s planning?

Flare: I think he is, and it might be the only way to knock Van Osbourne out!

Boice: Oh my God, there’s no stopping him! SETH DROPS AVO, HEART-SHAPED BOX TO THE BROKEN GLASS! THERE’S NO WAY ANYONE CAN SURVIVE THAT!

Flare: Ultraviolence begets ultraviolence!

Boice: The ref gets in there… and he doesn’t even have to look twice! AVO has been knocked out cold! Seth retains!

Flare: Hah! In your face, gay-VO!

Sheila Blige: And here is your winner, and STILL the FMW Abandoned Champion… SETH… OMEGA!!!

Seth Omega (3.86 aps + 0.9 avs = 4.76 total)
Axel van Osbourne (3.38 aps + 0.5 avs = 3.88 total)

Boice: Axel van Osbourne fought hard and valiantly in his first FMW title opportunity, but Seth has defended his championship via his trademark grit.

Flare: Valiantly? He utilized audience participation! That’s not cool, Boice!

Boice: He did everything he could! He knew he was the underdog, but he got Seth in an environment where there are no advantages!

Flare: Well, all I know is I’m glad that an upstanding young man like Seth Omega is a champion in our company. Even though it’s the shitty, last-rate Distortion championship.

Boice: Many great men have held that Abandoned Championship, Flare. Our World Champion is one of them.

Flare: But that was the glory days, Boice. It means nothing now.

Boice: To you it may not mean anything, but it is hard-fought battles like these which give the championship layers of prestige. It was a good fight. Both men gave it their all, but only one could walk out the winner.

Flare: No shit, Jacky. Only one person wins matches!

Boice: You know what I meant. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, that’s all the Corruption action we have for this evening! Tune in next time at 12.3 for more as we continue the Road to Mt. V! For my broadcast partner, Janus Flare, this is Jack Boice, signing out!

Flare: Good night, everybody! Good evening, ladies!

Boice: And a HAPPY NEW YEAR from all of us here at FMW!

OOC: All right, fellas, that there is the show. Thank you to everyone, Leon, TBM, Hanny for doing your parts. Happy holidays, everyone. On to 12.3!

Yay.

Overall a nice show, but what's with the no score for me?

Sometimes we forget scores and make simple coding errors, I'm sure Romeo will fix it because he's anal about how his show looks and if anything is missing he goes AZN on everyone.

OOC: No, more like I didn't bother counting for the one-sided matches.

If you really want it, Freakie, I can give you your APS. That's more important anyway.

OOC:

That was a great show.

Even though I lost, my match was a blast to read. Awesome going toe to toe with one of the best in the business.

I do believe this round of shows was definitely a return to form. Now, if at 12.3, we can knock out a good turnaround... shit will be on fire.


IC:

Well done, Smitten.

Don't take that as a sign of respect or anything of the sort, though. Maybe, just maybe back in the day I'd have shook your hand. But now, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to lose to someone like you. Someone so blatantly selfish and nonchalant in the way they destroy people's lives.

Still... well done. After Circus Maximus concludes, a rematch will be had.

And, by the way, the Sons of Attrition are three strong now. Celt might be an unforgiving little asshole, but that doesn't mean ass will be any less kicked.

Smitten, Tyrant, and to the ones who just love to follow in those foot steps:

Days = Severely numbered.

OOC:

Minor things that could have been changed:

* Flare should have been screaming BUT WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON?!?!?!?!? as Celt came down the ramp
* Celt wouldn't swear to God (singular), he'd swear to a multitude, although to be fair I should really name drop a few so actually sinks into people's minds.
* It'd have been funnier if Celt shook Leon's hand, then turned to Frost, reached out to meet his only to suddenly pull back ala SIKE, ASSHOLE (only non-verbal).
* "You’re here, because you’re supposed to be doing what you’re doing." should have read more like "Don't expect a round of applause for doing the right thing Frost, you're supposed to be doing what you're doing".

ALSO:
* Good to see Hyde survive the fall of Distortion, considering she's an audience favourite
* BAH GAWD WHAT A BURNBURHAH BETWEEN FROST AND SMITT-EH

IC

@Frost Phff, on a scale of one to ten my asshole-ness is pretty far down the rankings. You don't see me screwing with Caprice do you? Course not, he doesn't deserve. You on the other hand...

OOC: Great show as usual on the red brand.... I think I put up a damn good fight but eh, we shall see....

IC:

WE cut to Axel's backstage area where a doctor is examining the various glass wounds along with his general well being....

How's it look Doc, it feels like he ran me through an industrial size cheese greater....

Well you have a Brett Favre sized concussion from the flurry of punches and the damned Heart Shaped Box finisher he used as well as multiple nasty damn near infected cuts from beer bottle glass and just general slum filth...I think you should rest up til the PPV, but knowing you all, you won't....

You are damned right I ain't taking a show off, I gotta soak up the limelight while I can man....

Sure I mean what the hell do I know I am only a doctor....I went to school for a decade but a pro wrestler knows more than I do....Fuck this shit.....

The doc storms out as AVO pours himself a double of Tennessee White Lightin'.....

Now this is Granny Osbourne's cure for what ale's ya....A double shot of good ol Mountain Moonshine!!!

OOC: Celt. Celt everywhere

OOC: A very nice show, and well done to all involved. Romeo, once again knocking a show out of the Park. have no issues saying Corruption was the better show this time around.

Thanks very much to Hannibal Frost. A fine contest, and it was a pleasure going head to head with you. My first REAL singles victory (ie: against an opponent who showed) since Ultimatum II, so thank you.

IC comments to follow once I've read this again, more properly.

Freakie wrote:

Yay.

Overall a nice show, but what's with the no score for me?

Didn't bother counting votes due to your opponent no-showing.

Anyway, your average promo score (the most important number) is 1.63. The main reason given was a lack of substance in your promo.

If LK wants his score too, just speak up.

Rottata wrote:

Freakie wrote:

Yay.

Overall a nice show, but what's with the no score for me?

Didn't bother counting votes due to your opponent no-showing.

Anyway, your average promo score (the most important number) is 1.63. The main reason given was a lack of substance in your promo.

If LK wants his score too, just speak up.

Will work on that for the next show, then. Thanks for the reply.

Rottata wrote:

Freakie wrote:

Yay.

Overall a nice show, but what's with the no score for me?

Didn't bother counting votes due to your opponent no-showing.

Anyway, your average promo score (the most important number) is 1.63. The main reason given was a lack of substance in your promo.

If LK wants his score too, just speak up.

I'd rather not know, doesn't even feel like a win anyways.

IC: Ho hum. That's all there is really to say. Facts are facts. I won the match in convincing fashion. Not to be too cocky, but who's next?