FMW MT. VESUVIUS RESULTS!

Orange pyro goes off in a colorful barrage in the Roman Coliseum in, where else, Rome as the PPV begins!

Boice: Ladies and gentlemen, this is it! We are here at the ancient Roman Coliseum here in the City of Seven Hills, Rome, Italy, for the biggest obstacle before Ultimatum 3! THIS! IS!

Boice, Flare, Hostyle, & Sound: MOUNT VESUVIUS!!!

Boice: That’s right, everyone! The gang is here tonight, for Corruption, I am your play-by-play announcer Jack Boice, with me on the red table is none other than the Prince of Pretty, Janus Flare!

Flare: Hey-oh! It’s Mt. V time again, and this time I’m not going to break my bones!

Hostyle: That’s right, mi hermano, we’re safe at ringside! For Ammunition, my name is Hostyle, and beside me here on the blue booth is the master himself, Mr. Dalby Sound!

Sound: We’re all happy we’re staying safe, eh?

Boice: No doubt about that! Tonight, thirty men will go to war on the demonic structure known only as Mt. Vesuvius, and how fitting that we are in the land that was destroyed by the namesake volcano!

Flare: That’s right, and every time we’re here I always sample the local delicacy.

Hostyle: AKA you’ve been banging Italian supermodels.

Flare: That’s what I said.

Sound: I heard he did Fabio too.

Flare: You also hear what I did to your mom?

Boice: All right, all right, enough of this banter, it’s time to get on with the show! Tonight, other than the monumental Mt. V match, four championships are on the line!


Boice: In a match that was just made on Corruption 12.3, newly-crowned Abandoned Champion Leon Caprice takes on the returning Apostasy! Will the champion be able to legitimize his reign, or will the wily veteran earn his first FMW championship?

Flare: Leon’s a cock.

Boice: Thank you for your insight, partner.


Hostyle: And from Ammunition! Tag team partners turned opponents for one night as Alex O’Rion challenges his ally and co-tag champion Chris Austin for his C-4 Championship!

Sound: O’Rion says that Austin is bastardizing what the C-4 Championship stands for, and it’s going to be his time to prove that he’s more worthy than RCA of holding that belt. My belt.

Hostyle: That’s right, and it should be a barn-burner of a match!


Boice: And here we are, ever since the last Ultraviolent Champion, Harley Quint, officially retired from FMW back at Corruption 12.1, the title has been vacant! Immediately after that, three men have laid claim to a chance to become the next UV champion!

Flare: Yes, the match I’ve been waiting for all this time! There’s been too much Abandoned title nonsense going on on our show!

Boice: Will it be Seth Omega, who classes himself as the Epitome of Ultraviolence? Will it be Dunnwood, who has suffered a heinous injury at the hands of his former ally Jaro? Or will it be the Celt, who has been chasing the Ultraviolent Championship ever since the beginning of the Corruption division?

Flare: My money’s on Dunnwood.


Boice: The FMW Championship match! Hannibal Frost, the man that earned Team Distortion the win at War Games, will go toe-to-toe against TyranT, who has been reigning as the top dog for over a year now!

Flare: Oh god, if there is anyone who doesn’t deserve this title, it’s Frost.

Boice: He’s worked pretty hard lately and if you can single-handedly earn a win in a huge match like War Games, then your star is definitely rising!

Flare: But this is not his time.

Boice: Well, that still remains to be seen.


Boice: And last but not the least! Mt. V!

Hostyle: That’s right, Jack! 30 men will fight their way to grab the torch that guarantees them an FMW Title shot at our greatest pay-per-view of the year, Ultimatum!

Flare: I had a title shot at Ultimatum.

Sound: Which you soundly lost.

Hostyle: 30 men, but only one will walk away from Rome with that holy grail, that torch!

Boice: I’m excited! But that’s for later! Right now let’s begin the show with some of FMW’s new blood, and to call this match, I leave you all with Hostyle and Flare!

Flare: Hell yeah!

Sheila Blige: The following contest is a Rookies Over the Top Rope Battle Royal!!!! The rules are simple. Six competitors will start the match. To eliminate a foe, you must toss an opponent over the top rope to the outside of the ring, so that both feet touch the floor. The last man standing, will be declared the winner, and will receive a special prize, to be announced at either FMW Ammunition or Corruption 13.1!!! Introducing the competitors...

The crowd cheer for the announcement of the secret prize, but predictably quieten up as the sounds of “Something in your Mouth” by Nickelback hit the speakers. The relatively unknown Dussy walks out to the ring.

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 203 pounds, he is DUSSY!!!

Hostyle: Well, I’d like to say it’s an absolute pleasure to be reunited with someone very special. He’s my home boy, and my hombre, JANUS FLARE!!!

Flare: Dangerous by Design are back! Get ready for the greatest 2 minutes of your life! Yes, Dussy, that includes you!

The crowd are still relatively quiet as the wave of the next generation of FMW passes infront of them. “Monster” by Kanye West hits the speakers. Seth Rotunda walks out, looking extremely pissed off. He hits the ramp, and begins sprinting down to the ring.

Sheila Blige: From Swansea, Wales, weighing in at 210 pounds, this is… SETH ROTUNDA!!!

Hostyle: Look at this. Here we have a Seth Omega impersonator.

Flare: That’s impossible ‘Style. I’ve already seen more talent from Seth Rotunda in the two seconds I’ve seen him, than I have in Seth Omega’s career.

Rotunda slides in under the bottom rope and instantly pushes up to his feet. Eyeing off one of the referees on the outside of the ring, he smirks confidently, before staring down Dussy. Meanwhile, “My sins staked to Heaven” by Across Five Aprils hits the speakers. From backstage walks David Ravish, who has a focused look on his face. He points to his heart, then to the sky, as he walks out to a warm reception.

Sheila Blige: From Auckland, New Zealand, he weighs in at 158 pounds, he is… “The Widowmaker” DAVID RAVISH!!!

Hostyle: To be serious for a moment, David Ravish has got his thoughts elsewhere tonight. The Christchurch earthquake is definitely at the forefront of his mind.

Flare: He’s being very brave coming out here. What happened in New Zealand is a travesty, so we know he’ll be definitely looking to win for them.

Ravish sees Dussy and Rotunda staring each other down in the ring, and decides he wants none of it, keeping to himself on the opposite side of the ring. At the same time, “Into the Flood” by Deepfield hits the speakers, bringing out Nate Stone.

Sheila Blige: From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is… NATE STONE!!!

Hostyle: So this is where Stone went after Ignition folded. He’s been training for a comeback as a competitor!

Flare: Like FMW would give him a second chance Hostyle. He never had the power or the thrust on the microphone, why would we give him another chance to prove how limp and weak he is in the ring?

As Stone hits the ring, “Bridge of Sighs” by Robin Trower hits the speakers. This is the signal for FMW’s new outlaw, John Andrews to come out.

Sheila Blige: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the Ragin’ Texan… OUTLAW… JOHN ANDREWS!!!

Hostyle: Another Texas? Does this mean what I think it means?

Flare: Old fashioned bar brawling instead of carefully tantric chain wrestling? I think you’d be right.

The crowd’s attention is instantly drawn to the ramp as they explode into laughter. Justin Beiber’s “Baby” feat. Ludacris begins to play, bringing out Shaker Jones. The attention of every man in the ring is turned to the ramp, as they look on with disgust.

Hostyle: Ummm...

Sheila Blige: And from Inglis, Manitoba, Canada, weighing 250 pounds, he is the “Hardcore Hero” Shaker Jones...

Flare: That doesn’t explain much.

Hostyle: I think he must believe Justin Beiber’s hardcore, and being Canadian, has embraced his girly vocals.

Flare: Perhaps, but that’s certainly not what everyone else knows.

Hostyle: Well, Seth Rotunda doesn’t appreciate it, I know that much, he’s instantly turned his attention to him. Shaker Jones is in the ring, we’re underway.

Flare: Rotunda wastes no time AND HITS THE DREAMKILLER ON JONES!!! One punch, and Jones falls over the top rope, and he’s GONE!!!!

Sheila Blige: Shaker Jones has been eliminated!!!

Hostyle: And the crowd are loving it. They’re applauding and cheering on Seth Rotunda. Rotunda just stands there, and basks in it...

Flare: Premature comments ‘Style, he’s yelled at them all to shut their mouths...

Hostyle: He’s gone on a rampage

Flare: He’s raging alright. Dussy’s next to feel his rage. He’s taken him by the head and rammed it into the turnbuckle.

Hostyle: Ravish and Andrews don’t care too much for what’s happening on the other side of the ring. They occupy themselves with each other as they brawl for supremacy.

Flare: Much like you and I used to do.

Hostyle: Until I proved myself the better.

Flare: I don’t remember that being the outcome of our 2 out of 3 falls match.

Hostyle: Yes, but one of us went on to win the FMW Championship, bro.

Flare: I would have beaten you to it, if people would have let it happen. And you know it. I was holding that title up and everything.

Hostyle: Don’t start that argument again Flare. You know how it ends.

Flare: You’re right. I do know. I lived it.

As Hostyle and Flare playfully bicker on the microphone, Rotunda continues to lay into Dussy. Nate Stone attacks him from behind, trying to take advantage of the blind spot of his opponent.

Hostyle: Here we go, Stone version 2 is taking it to Rotunda. He wants to try and catch him napping.

Flare: Rotunda’s using it to his advantage. He’s gone behind him, and looks ready to penetrate.

Hostyle: And penetrate he does. He makes Stone 2 look like a HUGE cock jockey, HITS THE EXTREME EXECUTION AND SENDS STONE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

Sheila Blige: Nate Stone has been eliminated!!!

Flare: It’s a bit pathetic he fell to a simple Buzzsaw Kick, really. True cock jockey nature. Completely agree with you there ‘Style.

Hostyle: Ravish has a hand up on Andrews, as he tosses him OVER the top rope, but Andrews holds on.

Flare: That’s an interesting technique using the legs to position his hips to catch him...

Ruffling of papers can be heard through the microphones. In the mean time, Ravish refocuses himself as he tries to get Andrews unstuck from the ropes, pressuring to get the elimination. On the otherside of the ring, Rotunda stands over the fallen body of Dussy, stalking him as he tries to get to his feet.

Hostyle: Ah... Flare, what are you doing?

Flare: I’m taking notes ‘Style. Even great artists like myself can find inspiration from wrestling.

Hostyle: An Innovative Initiative on new positions. Well... I can say I taught you well then...

Flare: And now you’ve ruined it, because I’ll be thinking of you every time I try it. Believe it or not ‘Style, you’re a bit of a buzz kill for me in the bedroom.

Hostyle: Ouch, that “cut me deep” bro. I don’t know how I’ll live with myself.

Flare: Dussy doesn’t seem like he’s able to live with it either. He’s providing little resistance here for Rotunda, who picks him up over his head and just THROWS him out of the ring, all the way to the entrance ramp.

Sheila Blige: Dussy has been eliminated!

Hostyle: So we’re down to three men. Seth Rotunda, David Ravish and Outlaw John Andrews. Rotunda is hot, and while it’s been on cock jockey level, he’s got all three of the eliminations so far.

Flare: Ravish and Andrews are really focusing on each other right now, but here comes Rotunda.

Hostyle: He looks like he wants to end this with one big move. He’s grabbed Ravish and Andrews by the legs, and FLIPS them over the top rope.

Flare: Both men land on the apron though. Here comes Rotunda, BASEBALL SLIDE!!

Hostyle: No! Both men dodge it, Rotunda goes under the bottom rope, lands on the outside. Remember, he’s not eliminated here.

Flare: But Andrews and Ravish can still be. Rotunda grabs both of them by the ankles, both men land with big kicks to the skull.

Hostyle: That’s broken the grip of Rotunda, and both of them scramble back into the ring. Rotunda follows them in there.

Flare: Andrews and Ravish are ready for him though. Rotunda on his feet, knocked down by a double clothesline.

Hostyle: Rotunda tries to get to his feet, but the two men are there. They know he’s dangerous, and they’re going to try and take him down together.

Flare: I just love good double team action.

Hostyle: Andrews and Ravish pick up Rotunda, and SLAM him down into the top turnbuckle with a double spinebuster!!! A HARD hit right into the small of the back!

Flare: Ravish has Rotunda by the legs. HE’S GOING FOR IT!! NO! Access denied by Rotunda!! Big right hand slap, that’s a sweet as they get.

Hostyle: Here comes Andrews, big right hand, he’s looking to eliminate him himself. Andrews looks to flip Rotunda over the top rope.

Flare: Rotunda isn’t having any of it. HUGE knee to the side of the head by Rotunda! Andrews goes down.

Hostyle: Rotunda in complete control, NO!! RAVISH NAILS THE WIDOWMAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!! HE DROPPED HIS GUARD, AND RAVISH SENDS HIM PACKING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE GROUND!!!

Sheila Blige: Seth Rotunda has been eliminated!!

The crowd screams out at the elimination. As Rotunda hits the deck, Ravish turns around, and stares down the man who he’s spent most of the battle royal duelling with. Andrews slowly gets to his feet, and charges at Ravish.

Flare: We’re down to two! Andrews on the attack, but caught by a deep arm drag by Ravish, and he really made it deep.

Hostyle: Deep in many ways Flare, if he can turn that innovative dodge into a move, it could be worthy of a Hostyle Point!

Flare: Do you still give those out? Don’t you know when to give it a rest?

Hostyle: I don’t hand them out often, FMW has really become very Cock Jockey happy since I retired.

Flare: Cock Jockeys need loving too Hostyle. David Ravish is looking to show you that.

Hostyle: Ravish picks Andrews up. HUGE Irish whip from Ravish, sends Andrews flying across the ring. Andrews on the rebound, Ravish dodges with a sidestep.

Flare: Andrews catches himself on the ropes, Ravish didn’t expect that. He charges in, BUT IS CAUGHT BY A BIG BACK BODY DROP!!

Hostyle: RAVISH IS OVER THE TOP ROPE! LANDS ON THE APRON!! Andrews with a right hand, Ravish ducks, big shoulder to the gut by Ravish.

Flare: There’s the window of opportunity for Ravish. He climbs back through the ropes. Kick to the midsection, SNAP SUPLEX by Ravish! Now it’s Andrews who’s sent over the top rope.

Hostyle: He catches himself though, dangling from the rope. He’s in real trouble here.

Flare: Ravish looks set to win this. Andrews is trying to climb back up. Ravish with a big knee to the chest of Andrews, but Andrews holds on.

Hostyle: Andrews is fighting hard. He’s fought his way back up to the apron. Ravish grabs Andrews by the head, BUT ANDREWS DROPS, HE PULLS RAVISH OVER THE TOP ROPE. BOTH MEN ARE HANGING BY THE RING ROPES!!!

Flare: Ravish has done from being on top to being well and truly on the bottom ‘Style. It’s like a visual representation of our relationship, right here before us!

Hostyle: We were never like that Flare! Both men, are forcing their way to their feet on the apron.

Flare: We’re looking at a fight here! Who’s going to beat their opponent to their climax in this match first?

Hostyle: Andrews is first to lay a blow to the head. Ravish counters with one of his own. Andrews and Ravish are trading the punches like the primitive men they are.

Flare: One of these “primitive men” has to win this though.

Hostyle: Ravish ducks, uppercut to Andrews. HE’S GOING FOR THE HEADSTONE!!

Flare: ANDREWS STEADIES, HE COUNTERS, HE DELIVERS THE LAST RIDE TO DAVID RAVISH!!! RAVISH HITS THE GROUND!!!

Sheila Blige: David Ravish has been eliminated, there for, HERE IS YOUR WINNER, OUTLAW JOHN ANDREWS!!!

Outlaw John Andrews (3.34 aps + 1.1 avs = 4.44 total)
David Ravish (3.23 aps + 1.1 avs = 4.33 total)
Seth Rotunda (3.58 aps + 0.4 avs = 3.98 total)
Dussy (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Nate Stone (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Shaker Jones (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)

Andrews stares down at the fallen body of David Ravish on the ground outside of the ring. He raises a single arm up in triumph to celebrate his victory, wearing a cocky, smug smirk on his face, as if the result was never in any doubt.

Hostyle: He’s done it. Outlaw John Andrews has outlasted 5 of FMW’s newest bright stars to triumph here tonight.

Flare: I can only imagine what sort of prize he’ll be receiving at 13.1 as a result of this...

Hostyle: Probably because FMW can’t give the prizes that you’re thinking of away in this time slot.

Flare: Then I’ll continue to imagine them then.

Hostyle: That was an outstanding opener, ladies and gentlemen, but now we gotta take you backstage to Jacqueline Hyde!

The broadcast cuts to Hyde, who is standing in front of the Wheel.

Hyde: Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!! As you all know we’ve got an Abandoned Championship maaatchmatchmatch later tonight, and I’ve got the Wheel behind me! Let me introduce to you my guest tonight, the challenger, say hellooooo to Apostasy!!!

Apostasy walks into frame.

Hyde: Hiiii Apo, how are you feeling?

Apostasy: I’m ready for whatever it’s gonna be.

Hyde: OKAYOKAYOKAY, if that’s so, then go on and spin the wheel!

Apostasy smirks a little. He reaches up to grab hold of the Wheel, and gives it a great spin.

The Wheel spins and spins – eventually it slows down, and the clicks of the roulette start to come to a stop. When it does, the arrow is pointed at…

Hyde: LUMBERJACK MATCH! YAY! I hope you brought friends!

Apostasy: Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve got it taken care of.

Hyde: Well, if you say so! Good luck!

Apostasy grunts, and walks out of the frame.

We cut to the locker room, where Veronica Cherrywood is standing by.

Cherrywood: Hello there, I’m standing right now with the man who will challenge his own tag team partner for the C-4 championship. Ladies and gentlemen, Alex O’Rion.

Alex nods at the camera.

O’Rion: Hullo, Veronica.

Cherrywood: So, Alex, what is your mindset going into this match? How are you affected by the fact that you are allies and tag team partners with Chris Austin?

Alex furrows his brow at the question.

O’Rion: You know, Veronica, I know we’re coming in as one of the most intriguing matches on the card. Two tag team partners, fighting for the other’s title. I know people are thinking, “what’s really going on with the Wayward Sons? Why are they doing this? Are we seeing a breakup?”

Cherrywood: Are you?

O’Rion: And the answer is no. We’re still as strong as ever. This match, to the best of my knowledge, ain’t anything personal. It’s just something I feel I have to do, for that championship. Whoever wins, whoever loses, I know life goes on. The Wayward Sons carry on.

Cherrywood: Are you sure about that?

O’Rion: What? Are you trying to stir it up?

Cherrywood: No, not at all, but you can’t help but wonder that-

O’Rion: No, you know what, if you don’t believe me, then there’s nothing I can do for you. There’s nothing I can say that will change your mind, so I won’t even bother. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get ready.

Alex walks out.

Boice: Interesting words from Alex O’Rion right there. Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our first title match of the night!

Flare: Oh, god. Must we really?

Boice: Yes we must, Flare, this is part of our brand. It’s time for the Abandoned Championship match!


Sheila Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a LUMBERJACK MATCH for the Full Metal Wrestling ABANDONED Championship!

I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? By A Day to Remember blasts through the speakers as current challenger for the Abandoned Championship Apostasy makes his way out to the ring accompanied by his choice of lumberjacks, Drew Michaels, Mark Johansson, and Gray.

Sheila Blige: Introducing the challenger, accompanied to the ring by his lumberjacks Drew Michaels, Mark Johansson, and Nicholas Gray, he is… APOSTASY!!!

Boice: And here is the challenger entering the ring to a match that one can safely say he is the underdog in.

Flare: Underdog is the understatement of the century, Boice. This guy has literally almost no chance. I think there hasn’t been more of a sure thing ever.

Boice: But don’t let it take anything away from his skill. Just because we haven’t seen Apostasy in a while, doesn’t automatically mean he can’t handle it.

Flare: Ever heard of ring rust?

Boice: And he’s accompanied by the former members of what was once the Broken Saints! And Drew, of course.

Flare: Talk about losers…

It’s Not My Time by Three Doors Down explodes out of the PA system as Leon Caprice, current Abandoned champion, makes his way from the back accompanied by his lumberjacks.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by his lumberjacks the Celt, Hannibal Frost… and Skyler Striker, he is the FMW Abandoned Champion… LEON CAPRICE!!!

Boice: And here comes the champion! Leon Caprice approaches the ring with his designated lumberjacks! The Celt and Hannibal Frost!

Flare: And apparently Skyler Striker!

Boice: And Skyler- what!

Flare: Yeah, look!

Boice: Skyler has taken the tail end of the procession behind Leon as apparently his third lumberjack! This makes things slightly more interesting, wouldn’t you say?

Flare: No, I don’t like to state the obvious.

Leon Caprice slides into the ring and hands the belt to the referee. The combatants take both corners as the ref hands the belt to the ring hand. The six lumberjacks take their places near the corners of their respective combatants.

Boice: And the referee calls for the bell and this match is underway! Apostasy and Leon are circling each other! There are a lot of questions surrounding this match too! Will Apostasy be able to get the job done!? What role will the lumberjacks play!?

Flare: They only matter once someone exits.

Boice: You never know, Flare! Lockup in the center of the ring! Leon with a headlock! Apostasy with a push to the ropes! Leon goes over them to the apron!

Flare: Creative counter!

Boice: Apostasy charges ahead! Leon with a strike to the face slows him down!

Flare: Apostasy probably a little too eager tonight.

Boice: Apostasy drops to one knee! He looks a little startled! No, wait! Apostasy shoots forward with a shoulder! Leon slingshots off the apron and rolls off the back of Apostasy! Leon with a kick to the knee of Apostasy! Another one! Leon runs, off the ropes, Flying Knee to Apostasy’s head while he’s draped over that rope!

Flare: Creative working by Leon! Color me impressed.

Boice: Leon lifts Apostasy off the mat, whips him into the ropes! Running elbow smash! Apostasy is sent back down again!

Flare: This is where Leon cant get too cocky. He’s got control but he cant underestimate his opponent, regardless of my assuredness of his victory.

Boice: Leon surveying the crowd! He charges as Apostasy is pulling himself up- NO! Apostasy pulls down the top rope! Leon goes flying over!

Flare: But of course to his own lumberjacks!

Boice: Drew, Mark, and Gray are cheering on Apostasy! Leon looks a little flustered though!

Flare: And of course Leon’s lumberjacks are going over to help him. How quaint.

Leon begins to get to his knees, shaking his head to try and recover. Skyler Striker walks over to Leon Caprice and instead of helping the champion to his feet, he kicks him in the head repeatedly. Almost immediately the remaining lumberjacks and Apostasy are charging over to Leon and Skyler, who has tossed Leon back into the ring.

Flare: I stand corrected!

Boice: And Skyler has just beat down on the champion! Hes trying to kick at his head again but the others have gotten to him! Drew and Celt are there first wailing on Skyler! Hannibal, Gray, and Mark approach as well and the group are collectively beating down on the champions former best friend!

Flare: Who was also a former champion! Maybe this is some jealousy carrying over!

Boice: The lumberjacks have lifted Skyler over their heads! He’s trying to struggle but they have too strong a grip on him! They’re taking him up the ramp and to the back!

Flare: This is Apostasy’s chance though! He’s missing out!

Boice: Speaking of, Apostasy has walked over to check on Leon! That’s respect right there!

Flare: No, that’s weakness!

Apostasy walks over to Leon, gently shaking him.

Apostasy: Are you ok!? Leon?

Boice: That’s the mark of a respectable champion!

Flare: It may be futile, Leon may be out! He’ll have to take the pin!

Apostasy checks on Leon once more before calling for the ref. After he does, though, Leon gets up. Apostasy just barely dodges a punch from the downed champion.

Boice: And theres your answer! Leon, a fighting champion, still wants to be in this match!

Flare: What a fool!

Boice: Leon is pulling himself up now!

Flare: And notice how Apostasy is letting it happen! This man clearly doesn’t want to be champion!

Boice: Shenanigans, Flare! Leon is up and he charges Apostasy! Apostasy with a clothesline, though! Now Apostasy charges off the ropes- over Leon! Apostasy off the other set, PELE KICK FROM LEON CAPRICE!

Flare: And there goes Apostasy’s window.

Boice: Leon pounces on his challenger! He locks in the sleeper!

Flare: I don’t think this is going to be enough!

Boice: Apostasy is struggling! He’s managing to get slight leverage, SNAPMARE! APOSTASY WITH THE COUNTER!

Flare: Obviously, Boice, Apostasy has more in the tank. That beating probably took more out of Leon than one might think.

Boice: Apostasy on the offensive now! FULL NELSON! APOSTASY HAS LOCKED IN THE FULL NELSON!

Flare: This could be enough, however, to end the champion!

Boice: Apostasy lifts Leon! Impressive feat of strength! He’s shaking Leon back and forth! Leon could be fading, look at his head! His face is growing redder by the second!

Flare: Probably from frustration. I know I’m frustrated with him.

Boice: Apostasy has this hold locked in tight now! He’s going to- WAIT! LEON IS ABLE TO COUNTER WITH AN ARM DRAG! APOSTASY FLUNG FORWARD!

Flare: He must have heard me.

Boice: Leon attacks once more! He’s trying to lock in an Ankle Lock! HE’S GOT IT! NO! APOSTASY IS ABLE TO GET ON HIS BACK AND KICK LEON BACK!

Flare: Neither men are giving any ground, Boice!

Boice: Apostasy is up to his feet and charging a dazed Leon! He’s tackled Leon, BUT LEON ROLLS THROUGH! DDT! LEON WITH THE DDT!

Flare: How lucky.

Boice: LEON KEEPS THE HEADLOCK ON! HES GOT A CHOKE HOLD LOCKED IN AND LEON COULD BE RETAINING RIGHT NOW!

Flare: I have to say, Leon is showing a lot of heart, amongst other things.

Boice: Apostasy is trying to struggle but he’s losing his footing! He seems like he’s growing weaker and weaker!

Flare: Leon is cutting off the circulation to his head, his brain. This could be very damaging for Apostasy!

Boice: The ref is over! Leon is asking him to check his opponent! The ref lifts his arm once! IT DROPS!

Flare: Apostasy has choked away this match fantastically.

Boice: The ref lifts his arm again! ONCE MORE APOSTASY’S ARM DROPS!

Flare: Someone get the music queued!

The referee lifts Apostasy’s arm one more time. As Apostasy’s arm begins to fall, the ref stands, but instead of hitting the ground, Apostasy grabs the ref’s shirt.

Boice: WOW!

Flare: Unbelievable!

Boice: Apostasy’s arm is shaking! His fist is clenched! The crowd is going nuts! Apostasy is struggling to get his footing again!

Flare: That’s amazing.

Boice: APOSTASY HAS IT! HIS FOOTING IS SET AND HES STANDING UP! LEON IS STILL HOLDING ON!

Flare: PULL TIGHTER!

Boice: APOSTASY IS CHARGING BLIND! APOSTASY CHARGES LEON SPINE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! OH MY GOD!

Flare: That was vicious.

Boice: Leon is near unconscious at the base of the turnbuckle! Apostasy is barely moving on the mat! Dear lord!

Flare: Theres no count either! This is still technically a lumberjack match so that doesn’t apply here!

Boice: Leon is still unmoving! Apostasy is still unmoving and- WAIT! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS! APOSTASY IS STARTING TO MOVE!

Flare: This spells disaster for the champion.

Boice: Apostasy stumbles over to Leon! He’s lifting the champion! What does he have planned!?

Flare: Whats the point of asking, Boice, he’s going to do it in about five seconds anyway.

Boice: Apostasy hooks Leon! He’s lifted him to the top rope! He’s got Leon on the top rope!

Flare: Wait. I know whats going to happen! We’ve seen this before!

Boice: What do you- OH! NO! APOSTASY HAS LEON ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! HE CLIMBS UP WITH HIM!

Flare: HERE IT COMES!

Boice: APOSTASY HOISTS LEON TO HIS SHOULDERS! HE FLIES OFF! TOP ROPE BURNING HAMMER!

Flare: The champion is dead. He has to be.

Boice: APOSTASY WITH THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Sheila Blige: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEW FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION! AAAAAAAPOSTASY!

Apostasy (4.27 aps + 2.1 avs = 6.67 total)
Leon Caprice (3.94 aps + 0.5 avs = 4.44 total)

Boice: HE’S DONE IT! THE KID’S DONE IT!

Flare: Good lord!

Apostasy gets to his knees as the referee hands him the Abandoned Title. He buries his face into it as he rises to his feet.

Boice: This guy has just defied the odds! He has gone above and beyond the call of duty and is now our new Abandoned Champion!

Apostasy climbs a turnbuckle, holding the title high above his head as flashbulbs go off. Meanwhile in the ring, Leon Caprice has begun to move. He shoos the referee away from him and attempts to crawl to the ropes. Apostasy looks over his shoulder at the now former champion and drops down the turnbuckle and walking over to Leon.

Flare: NOBLE CHAMPION INDEED! Look at your honor and respect now, Boice! He’s going to send Leon to hell!

Boice: I don’t believe it, Flare! That’s a lie!

Apostasy sets the belt down and bends down, hooking onto and picking up Leon. Leon leans against the ropes as Apostasy claps.

Flare: Any second now!

Boice: You’re delusional!

Flare: NO YOU!

Apostasy stops clapping and extends his hand to Leon, who looks cautiously at his opponent before taking his hand. They shake hands for a second before Leon raises Apostasy’s hand in victory.

Boice: A touching moment between these two warriors! Its respect like this we don’t see enough of now in the world today! What a fantastic cap to a wonderful match! Congratulations Apostasy!

The broadcast goes to backstage with Veronica Cherrywood again.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, he is the FMW Television Champion… David GS!

DGS: Hi there.

Cherrywood: Now, you don’t have a title match for tonight, but you’re in the Mt. Vesuvius match itself. What do you think are your chances to win the whole thing?

DGS: Well… I’m looking at the people who are in the match, and I like what I see.

Cherrywood: Oh? Why is that?

DGS: I’ve noticed that there are some groups out there who’re looking to use their numbers to their advantage.

Cherrywood: And?

DGS: Well, let’s just say… I’m gonna have a little help in the match.

Cherrywood: Really? Can you elaborate a little more on that?

DGS gestures to his arm, checking a watch that isn’t there.

DGS: Oh, look at the time, I gotta go get ready… see you later!

Cherrywood: But wait, David-

DGS doesn’t let Cherrywood finish as he walks briskly away, leaving her sighing.

Hostyle: Okay, hello again, it’s me Hostyle and I’m with Dalby Sound, and it’s our turn now!

Sound: Finally, finally, it’s FINALLY time for a match worth watching!

Hostyle: Orale, are you KIDDING me, hombre? What makes the other matches we’ve seen tonight not worth watching?!

Sound: Two things: noobs and Corruption Superstars, neither of which bring to the table the sound wrestling that can only be found in Ammunition’s C-4 Division, or by any two wrestlers like Chris Austin and Alex O’Rion.

Hostyle: I…that’s…you may have a point there. Ladies and gentlemen, tag team partners and kinda-sorta friends Chris Austin and Alex O’Rion square off for the FMW C-4 Championship, a match made by Commissioner Smitten at Ammunition 12.3. Before we move on to the contest itself, however, let’s take a look back at how these amigos ended up on opposite sides of the C-4 Title.

Ammunition 12.3 wrote:

We are here in the beautiful Abu Dhabi at the Yas Arena, for the 12.3 edition of FMW Ammunition. It’s a sold out crowd in this small venue, but the noise they’re making is deafening. Over the screams from the fans who have come from locally and all over the world, sings “Premeditated Murder” by J. Cole. Coming out with both the C-4 Championship and FMW Tag Team Championship over his shoulders is Chris Austin. Microphone in hand, he rolls into the ring.

Austin: Well, isn’t this interesting. Here I am, in the United Arab Emirates, holding two championships, and looking down the barrel at a spot in Mount Vesuvius. And yet, something feels wrong with the picture.

Austin pauses for a moment composing his thoughts.

Austin: I hold, on my shoulder, a championship with no worth, no value, and no life left in it.

Austin is suddenly interrupted by the sounds of “Someone Who Cares” by Three Days Grace. Standing on the stage, microphone in hand is the other half of the Tag Team Champions and Wayward Sons, Alex O’Rion. With his Tag Team Championship on his shoulder, he storms the ring to join his partner.

O’Rion: B’ye, you’d better not be talking about what I think you’re talking about. Because if you’re saying that there’s no life in these Tag Team Championships...

Austin: Not the Tag Team Championships. I’m talking about the C-4 Championship.

O’Rion: Explain.

Austin: The C-4 Championship has been a good championship. But it’s run it’s course, and it’s now become a sorry ass excuse for a title. Sure, it was “strong”, if you can call it that, when it was held by men of the likes of Dr. David Diabolical, King Guiomar, Hostyle. But now, well. It’s not on the level. It’s become a worthless piece of gold traded around more often than a two dollar hooker.

O’Rion: I’m disgusted at you Chris. Honestly, how can you, as the champion, feel that way.

Austin: Easily. By coming to the realisation of how much prestige this title DOES NOT have. Think about it. Diabolical, Guiomar and Hostyle are remembered because they faced WEAK challengers for the title. And when they finally dropped it to weak people, who do you think would follow. Hannibal Frost, a big man who’s all talk. Eric Scorpio, a master of smoke and mirrors. Drew Michaels, don’t even get me started on him.

O’Rion: Be careful what you’re saying, I challenged for that championship.

Austin: And you would’ve won it too, if you’d realized your potential.

O’Rion: No! Just stop right there Chris. What you’re saying is a complete insult to every man who’s ever had anything to do with the C-4 Championship.

Austin: It’s insulting no one and nothing if what I’m saying is true.

O’Rion: Really? So everyone like me wouldn’t take this as a massive insult. People like Eric Scorpio, Hostyle and Drew Michaels were pathetic even though they also held the FMW Championship. Hannibal Frost is our current number one contender, he’s pathetic now as well?

Austin: They were pathetic C-4 Champions. They may have redeemed themselves with their actions before or after their reigns, but honestly. The C-4 Championship is dead. It needs to join the list of championships buried 6 foot under the FMW surface.

O’Rion: And as your friend, I’m telling you. Every single man who’s held that title, and had genuine aspirations to hold that title, would see it as a massive slap in the face if you were to kill the FMW Championship.

Austin: It needs to be done Alex. For the benefit of the Ammunition division, and for the benefit of Full Metal Wrestling. And by God, should you stand in my way in doing this...

Chris Austin is interrupted once again with the sound of “Friend Like Me” by Wayne Bergeron. The FMW Commissioner, Christian G. Smitten walks out from back stage with an extremely angry look on his face.

Smitten: Chris Austin. PULL YOUR HEAD IN! You may be the King of FMW, but I’m the FMW Commissioner. And I would NEVER clear a King the ability to retire a Championship. You know, I was going to come out here tonight, and let the world know that some selected men would be able to compete in both championship matches, and Mount Vesuvius, but you know, I think I’ve had a better idea.

Austin: Oh really Mr. Smitten?

Smitten: That’s “Your Honor” to you Austin. And because of your arrogance, I think you’re about to lose your spot in Mount Vesuvius. Well, the chance to improve your entry number anyway.

Austin: Really? How’s that Smitten?

Smitten: At Mount Vesuvius, YOU, The King of FMW Chris Austin, WILL DEFEND THE C-4 CHAMPIONSHIP, and to show you who's really top dog around here, match results be damned, and to build team chemistry, against ALEX O’RION!!!

Austin: You can’t do that!

O’Rion: I ACCEPT!

Smitten: That’s fantastic Alex. I didn’t think you’d knock back the chance. Now get the hell back stage and start preparing for your match tonight. Not you “Your Majesty” Austin. You will not have the privilege of competing in this match.

Austin: I’m sure it’s nothing you could offer me anyway.

Smitten: Think about who you’re talking to Austin. I can do much more than you can. You see, I did think about putting you into this match, but because of your actions earlier tonight, you won’t. Instead, Alex O’Rion, Tiberius Jefferson, Abel Steele and Drew Michaels will all compete in a Race for the Torch Match, where the winner has the chance to chose their entry number into the Mount Vesuvius Match, except number 30.

Austin: And you’re leaving me out of that as punishment?

Smitten: Of course I am Austin. Jaro’s not here tonight, so I get to make ALL the decisions. And I’ve decided to do that. Enjoy your night off Austin.

Austin: TO HELL WITH THIS...

Austin is cut off once more, this time not by music, but by the sound of Alex O’Rion hitting a NS Pride to the mouth of Chris Austin. Austin hits the floor like a sack of rocks. O’Rion stands over his fallen tag team partner, looking down at him.

O’Rion: It’s for your own good, Chris. It’s for your own good.

Sound: Based on that little exchange, I'd guess that it's true what they say.

Hostyle: Yeah? And what's that?

Sound: Gold is thicker than water. But as much as I like Austin, if he did bury the C-4 title it would have been crossing the line, a lot of people, none more than me, prided themselves on exemplifying that title's essence.

Hostyle: True, but unlike me, you never won it.

Sound: Go to hell.

We cut to ring announcer Buster Cherry, who stands center-ring with a mic in hand.

Buster Cherry: The following contest is a CLASSIC C-4 RULES MATCH, AND IT IS FOR THE FULL METAL WRESTLING C-4 CHAMPIONSHIP. This match can also be won by pinfall in addition to the current C-4 stipulations!!


The crowd pops as "Someone Who Cares" by Three Days Grace hits the PA, and the arena lights go dark for about fifteen seconds. As the song kicks into a faster beat, the entryway is suddenly lit up by a bright-blue explosion of pyro. The lights come back on, strobing blue and white as Alex O'Rion comes running out onto the stage, a focused, businesslike frown on his face.

Buster Cherry: Introducing the challenger, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada; weighing in at 245 pounds...he is one half of the FMW Tag Team Champions...ALEX O'RION!!

O'Rion falls to his knees halfway to the ring, saying a brief prayer and pointing to the sky. He pops to his feet and makes his way to the ring, removing his shades and 'Pride of Nova Scotia' t-shirt and tossing both into the crowd. He enters the ring and mounts the front-left turnbuckle. pointing to the sky again before hopping back down to the mat.

Hostyle: Great ovation for Alex O'Rion here tonight, who once again finds himself the challenger for the C-4 Championship.

Sound: Challenging Austin for the title's gotta be the dumbest stunt O'Rion's ever pulled, hands-down.

Hostyle: Por que, idiota?

Sound: It's obvious to anyone with half a brain in their head that Austin's been carrying the Wayward Sons since day one - in a singles match, he's got Alex beat, and despite his less-than-stellar problem-solving skills, you HAVE to believe that Alex knows this. Austin has tried to avoid breaking up a one-man team for a long time and O'Rion seems hellbent on doing so.

Hostyle: Please, Dullby. Alex stands a better chance of winning this match than you think. Don't be cock-jockeying Austin, it's not worth it.

Sound: Bitter much?

"Am I changing right before your very eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize?"

The crowd's reaction takes a marked turn for the worse as "Premeditated Murder" by J.Cole hits the PA. The arena darkens; lights in the entryway flash blue and other colors, and a cloud of fog materializes in the entrance. Chris Austin walks out from the back, snatching his hood off as the C-4 and Tag titles drape around his neck and shoulders like honor cords. He calmly adjusts his right elbow pad. then his eyes lock onto the ring and his partner within it, and he calmly starts down the ramp, mouthing "What happens next is on you".

Buster Cherry: And his opponent, from San Jose, California; weighing in at 246 pounds...he is the CURRENT C-4 CHAMPION...CHRIS...AUSTIN!!

Sound: Look at the regal Austin - you can see it in his face, he's like a predator stalking an antelope or something.

Hostyle: As much as I can't stand that puto, I gotta disagree with you, Dalbs. Austin and O'Rion are tag team partners; they're both fully aware of what the other is capable of, and I think Chris is taking this match and his opponent more seriously than you think.

Sound: Austin takes everything serious. Do your job and find out new information, por favor?

Austin mounts the turnbuckle and doesn't even look at Alex, crossing his arms over his chest before doing a double cut-throat into an "it's over" motion. He hops down to the mat and removes his hoodie and titles, and the two men stare each other down as the ref takes the C-4 Belt and holds it aloft for all in the arena to see. The official then backs both men into opposite corners of the ring and calls for the bell.

Hostyle: And we're off, folks - C-4 Match for the C-4 Championship.

Both Wayward Sons come out of their corners, meeting in the center of the ring and talking a bit of trash to one another. The talk quickly becomes venemous, and soon enough, both men begin unloading on one another!

Hostyle: There we go! Austin and O'Rion, trading right hands in the center of the ring, and it's the Champion who takes control, backing Alex up to the ropes with rights, lefts, elbows, forearms...everything in the book, it seems! Austin with an Irish Whip...but Alex counters into a whip of his own, and nails him with a clothesline!

Sound: Austin won't be able to out-brawl O'Rion.. him trying is not very sound, if you ask me.

Hostyle: Guess it's a good thing no one's asking you then, isn't it?

Sound: Hey, screw you!

Hostyle: You're too kind, but I'm spoken for. Alex has Chris up...snaps on a Side Headlock, and takes the C-4 Champion over, but Austin immediately counters with a headscissors. Impressive technical wherewithall from both men as O'Rion bucks his hips and gets out of the hold.

Both men scramble to their feet, each eager to get the drop on the other. Alex spies Chris and runs at him, but the C-4 Champion catches him with a drop toehold and quickly follows up with a elbow drop to the back of the head. Austin keeps up the momentum with stomps and various other strikes

Hostyle: And Austin beats his partner to the punch on that exchange and is now all over Alex! I think it's worth reminding mi amigos y amigas at home that there are pinfalls in this contest - in addition to submissions, knockouts, countouts, and disqualifications.

Sound: Good! C-4 Wrestling is on its way to being pure again.

Hostyle: Austin has Alex cornered now and a sickening rolling elbow rocks the Pride of Nova Scotia! Irish Whip into the turnbuckle and Austin snaps him over with a sudden Belly to Belly throw! Alex landed a bit high there!

Sound: Technical expertise, Jose. Ever heard of it?

Hostyle: Uh, yeah?

Sound: No you haven't, it was a rhetorical question.

In the ring, O'Rion claws at the mat with his free hand, growling in pain as Chris refuses to let up, driving kneedrop into his back. Austin pulls him to his feet and short-arms him into a short-range lariat. Austin is seething in shock...

Austin: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ALEX? FIGHT ME, YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!

Sound: It seems as if Austin is not pleased at how easy this match has become.

Hostyle: He's never pleased. But he's right, Alex isn't on his game right now...Austin firing away at Alex's back and neck now!

Sound: Wait a minute, Alex is starting to fight back here! HUGE right hand stuns the Student of the Game!

Hostyle: It seems Alex realizes he's got to do something! Alex off the ropes now and AVE MARIA! Austin with the dope Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker!

Sound: You praising a normal move? I thought I'd never see the day!

Hostyle: Well he caught me off-guard, cabron.

Sound: Austin's not letting him breathe here, he quickly has Alex up and ragdolls him over with a textbook Cravate Suplex!

Austin sits up as Alex is feeling the effects of Austin's back-centric assault. He looks to his partner and it's clear to see that he's disappointed.

Austin: JUST LIKE OLD TIMES EH? EVERY TIME I NEED YOU TO SHOW UP YOU LET ME DOWN!

Hostyle: A low-blow if I ever saw one.

Sound: Is it not true?

Hostyle: Even if it is or not, it's still wrong. SOLE kick to the gut by Austin, doubling O'Rion over. The Champion hits the ropes...goes for a kneelift, but Alex lifts his head up and avoids it! Austin turns...avoids the lariat and way-lays him with the POP QUIZ!

Sound: He's so far ahead of him tonight it's not even funny.

Hostyle: Austin mounts Alex and is just FEEDING him those closed-fist right hands! This is far more one-sided than I expected, but Austin to my surprise isn't letting up. That is his tag team partner and de facto best friend.

Sound: A lesson needs to be learned.

Austin takes a very dazed and labored Alex to his feet, and goes for "Class Dismissed". Alex blocks it and in his last gasp tries to go for a Half-Nelson Backbreaker.

Hostyle: Alex sinks in the half-nelson, HE'S GOING FOR HOLD THE LINE...OH, but Austin fights out of it! He slips behind Alex and connects with a HARD Sole Kick, taking the Pride of Nova Scotia to his knees...Austin hits the ropes in front of Alex, comes back and AYE CARUMBA!!

Sound: Haha, YES! There it is!

Hostyle: FUBAR, that solid slug of an Elbow Smash, right between the eyes! Sweet Mary, it bent Alex back over his own feet!

Sound: Hot-damn, you could hear the sound of that all the way over here! Ref, check him! Is he out? Is he?!

Hostyle: He's...he's - NO! No, Alex O'Rion is still conscious...but look at all that blood! Mi amigos y amigas, Chris Austin's FUBAR Elbow has busted Alex O'Rion WIDE open!

The active camera zooms in on Alex's face, revealing the open wound in the center of his forehead from which blood is flowing freely. The challenger rolls dazedly onto his stomach, pushing himself to his knees as Austin looks on in fascination, not the least bit surprised that Alex managed to avoid getting knocked out. As Alex begins to struggle to his feet, however, leaving blood smeared on the mat, the C-4 Champion's expression becomes cold, and he states "you disappoint me, Alex".

Hostyle: Austin, now stalking his tag team partner!

Sound: Hey, Alex toughed out that FUBAR Elbow, but even YOU gotta admit that the end's on its way now.

Hostyle: No comment. Alex finally makes it to his feet and turns...Austin sets him up, lifts...

THUD!

Hostyle/Sound: DAMNNNNNN!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

Hostyle: What a sick Snap Powerbomb, Wild Pegasus-esque! Austin has a hold of the legs and he slaps on a Kneeling Inverted Sharpshooter, a.k.a the Edgecator!

Sound: He's got him locked in a version of the FINAL EXAM! The "Catrographer of the Tapout" deciding to live up to his billing!

Alex tries to crawl to the ropes but Austin's maniacal cranking of the hold and repeated blows to his already softened back is too much to bear as he taps out. Austin slowly releases Alex, shocked at how this match ended.

Buster Cherry: Here is your winner as the result of a SUBMISSION and STILL FULL METAL WRESTLING C-4 CHAMPION...CHRIS...AUSTIN!!

Chris Austin (4.37 aps + 2.4 avs = 6.77 total)
Alex O'Rion (0 aps + 0.2 avs = 0.2 total)

"Premeditated Murder" by J. Cole hits as Austin refuses to have his hand raised. He goes out to the timekeeper and grabs a mike, both tag belts and the C-4 title.

Hostyle: A resounding first defense for Austin, now the Mount Vesuvius match awaits.

Sound: A sound display of what he's capable of...I still can't get over the torque of that powerbomb; did you see his head bounce off the mat?! Looks like the champion wants to speak...

Austin: So this was it, eh Alex? This was your great fight to uphold the C-4 Heavyweight Wrestling Championship? YOU DID NOTHING BUT PROVE ME RIGHT! But you know what... dissecting someone like I did you is quite exhilarating so I think I'll keep this belt around.

Hostyle: Well, Alex did get something done...

Austin: But all I ask, every night that involves me and you competing, I just ask you to give a damn. That's all. You can't even do that and I've had it up to here with your half-assing.

Sound: It's about time.

Austin: So here's what's going to happen. Until further notice, I hereby proclaim MYSELF as the FMW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! You do not deserve to team with me if you refuse to be the best you can be, I'd rather defend the belts myself or find a new partner when these titles need to be defended.

Hostyle: Wow...Austin's lost his mind.

Sound: No, he's wised up.

Austin: I will give you one chance to redeem yourself. Name the time and place. If you lose again, then you lose your half of the tag team championship. If you win, I'll give you a rematch for MY C-4 Heavyweight Wrestling Championship.

Alex, beaten and weakened in the corner, barely reacts, head still ringing from the Wild Bomb to Edgecator combo that did him in. Austin leans close into his face.

Austin: Don't fail me again, like you failed your family, friends and the rest of FMW. Class Dismissed.

Austin drops the mic as "Premeditated Murder" by J. Cole hits to boos. After draping the Tag team titles on his neck and shoulder like honor cords, Austin has the ref place the C-4 title around his waist. Austin leaves and gives an "It's Over" sign to Alex, who looks on with the realization of what just happened having hit him.

Sound: Get a look at the man with all the belts...know, fear and respect him.

Hostyle: Ammunition just got even more interesting...More Mount V after this quick visit backstage!

We go backstage to the locker room, where the Sons of Attrition, Celt, Leon and Hannibal Frost are sitting. Leon is nursing himself with an ice pack.

Frost: I’m sorry about the match, Leon.

Leon: Don’t… worry about it. Just focus on your matches. Don’t let my loss bother you. You have to win.

Frost: Very well. Are you ready for your match, Celt?

Celt, who is busy lacing up his boots, doesn’t even look up.

Celt: I’m fine, thank you.

Frost: All right, then.

Leon: What about you, Hannibal? You’ve got the biggest match tonight.

Frost: Well, I wouldn’t say it’s bigger than Mt. V, but yes, it is big. And I’ve been thinking about it all night.

Leon: And?

Frost: And I think I can say I’m ready.

Celt finally looks up.

Celt: Well, I’m glad we’re all ready. We don’t want to fall flat on our faces on our big night, now do we?

Leon: Ahem.

Celt: Hey, it wasn’t your fault. But that World Title match? It’s a one on one match, and he won’t have anyone to blame for his loss.

Frost leans back.

Frost: Well, I’m glad you have the utmost confidence in me, Celt.

Celt: No problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a match.

Celt stands up and makes for the door.

Leon: Good luck, Celt.

Frost: Yeah, good luck.

Celt: See you later, Leon.

Flare: Annnnnnnnd we're back losers...UV TIME!!

Boice: Yes indeed, coming up next ladies and gentlemen is the UV Title match...

Flare: Silence! Blige's tits are making a move!

Indeed Sheila Blige is in the ring and preparing to announce the next match as The Warrior’s Code' by Dropkick Murphys hits on the PA as Veronica takes the microphone...

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat match will be fought under Ultraviolent Rules! And it is for the ULTRAVOILENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at 215lbs- The Celt!!

Flare: Well, that was a little anti-climatic!

Boice: I disagree, Celt is here to fight and these fans seem pleased to see him!

Flare: Sympathy vote.

Boice: You're unbelivable...

Celt meanwhile has rolled into the ring and climbed the nearest turnbuckle, one fist held above his head, clutching a Singapore cane.

Boice: Well Celt didn't come unarmed, seems he likes the kendo sticks much like his irish brother.

Flare: It's called a Singapore Cane jackass! Ought to give you a demonstration of how it works too.

Boice: I’m sure that’s necessary...now are you going to talk ALL the way through Eastwoods entrance...?

Flare: Probably....it passes the time.

Jack Eastwood, meanwhile, is striding down towards the ring to the echoing sound of “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed, a determined look in his eye as the crowd give him a decent pop.

Sheila Blige: Introducing second, weighing in at 280lbs, hailing from Blackpool, England…He is JACK EASTWOOD!

The former employee of Jaro has a steel chair in one hand and, even as he rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, he keeps his gaze firmly locked on Celt; who returns the stare without looking away...

Boice: And here we have a rejuvenated Eastwood. Throwing away the old entrance and attitude to bring back some old school looks and hopefully bring the pain once again.

Flare: Ah who gives a fuck? He was a nobody as Eastwood! A Nobody who beat other nobody's. It really was meaningless to have him in FMW for a long while.

Boice: I wouldn't call Eastwood a nobody, he did make waves with HavOc when he joined and has captured the FMW Tag team championship in his stay in FMW. So he is experienced to be in this ring tonight.

Flare: Moron! If you think for one second that Eastwood is still of that calibre. He’s just had parts of him sucked out, obviously he’ll be missing a bit of his normal wrestling style

'Nightmare' suddenly blares out through the speakers and the audience explode into cries of hatred, outrage and detest as Seth Omega accompanied by his new offsider Steve Storme jog through the black curtains to stand ominously at the top of the ramp.

Sheila Blige:Introducing last, accompanied by Steve Storme, weighing in at 307lbs, from Jackson, Tennessee, He is Seth OMEGA!!

[i] One little girl in the second row can be seen crying as she swiftly turns around to hide her face from the rather embattled Omega as he passes by. Giving little time to interact with the crowd, both Omega & Storme slide into the ring and allow the ref to begin his pre-match checks.

Boice: Man, what is with Omega and having a posse?

Flare: First it was Spruance, then it was the Saints, then Johannson and now this new guy. For a big fat man he doesn’t show his independence much.

As the ref gets around to checking all three men, signalling Storme to leave the ring and eventually holding up the UV title he finally rings the bell.

Boice: Ok, stare down time between all three men...

Flare: You could cut the tension with a...OH, and we're off! Eastwood and Celt both rush at Omega, I fucking Knew it!!

Boice:Christ Almighty!!

Celt is the first to reach his intended target, but unfortunately for the Irishman, is met with a savage punch straight between the eyes from Omega's chained, right fist!

Flare:Aaaaaaaaaaand the smallest man is down! He got knocked the fuck out!

Boice: Oh! And Eastwood takes a reverse elbow to the face!

The punch to Celt was indeed followed immediately with a reverse elbow to the charging Eastwood, who is sent staggering back into the corner. Omega wastes no time going after Eastwood and, trapping him against the turnbuckle, begins laying into the former Jaro employee with a flurry of vicious rights and lefts to the gut and face.

Boice: Omega opening up on Eastwood here as he delivers a hard kick to the gut and steps back to allow Jack to stagger forward out of the corner, bent double from the pain!

Flare: AH! Sweet as the sins of virgins! Celt from behind boots Omega hard in the temple, sending him sideways, straight through the middle rope! Did you hear the splat of him hitting the floor outside?!

Boice: I'm afraid I did, but it's going to take more than that to beat either of these men...

Flare: Guess again, look at Omega, he's actually convulsing!

As Omega falls from the ring, Celt meanwhile has pushed himself up to a kneeling position, one hand still clutching his Kendo stick while the other gropes for the rope, which the Irishman uses to pull himself up, all the while bleeding freely from a vicious laceration across his forehead from Omega’s chain.

Boice: And Celt makes his move, what a Kendo Stick shot across the broad back of Eastwood!

Flare: Firstly, its a Singapore Cane, secondly, Celt only tattooed Eastwood's back because he can't reach his head and thirdly, Eastwood didn't even feel it! Look!

Eastwood whirls around to face Celt following the weapon shot, and responds with a hard throat thrust to the Irish Runt, sending the smaller man staggering backwards all the way across the ring.

Boice: Celt using the ropes now to launch himself at this monster, running Kendo Stick Shot!!

Flare: Singapore Cane!

This second shot seems to do little more than stun Eastwood, but Celt follows it with another, and another and Another!

Boice: Eastwood loses his balance and falls between the ropes and – OH NO. HE JUST SWASHED OMEGA!!

Flare: Yummy! It’s a Double beef burger with extra fat, Oh and here comes the Mayonaise!!!

Celt leaps off the nearest turnbuckle with a diving moonsault to lay it perfectly onto the pile of both bodies. The crowd begins to erupt at the speed of events!

Boice: What a shot! But wait, here comes Storme with a sledgehammer in hand!! It wasn’t going to be long before he wanted to get involved in all of this. He’s running at the pile of bodies!!

Celt still conscious and able to move is the first to see Storme and roll out of the way, with the new signee swiftly lifting the sledgehammer above his head and giving all his power behind the swing as he connects with…

Boice: HOLY SHIT!! EASTWOOD DODGED IT!! STORME JUST HIT OMEGA WITH A FUCKIN SLEDGEHAMMER IN THE HEAD!!! STEVE IS BESIDE HIMSELF AS HE OBSERVES THE BLOOD BEGIN TO POUR OUT OF THE BACK OF SETH’S SKULL!!

Flare: And that is why you don’t rely on others, give them time and they’ll find a way to hurt you.

Boice: Well Omega is down and out for sure, And it looks like the sharks are circling around him, Both Celt and Eastwood are rising, and they can’t take their eyes off the fallen Omega.

Flare: PIN HIM YOU FOOLS!!

Boice: And It’s Celt with the quick sprint across to get the pin on the fallen Omega.

ONE

TWO

Boice: No! Storme with the breakup! Celt now getting in the face of Storme! BUT WAIT- EASTWOOD WITH THE PIN ON OMEGA NOW!

ONE

TWO

THR-

Flare: Storme again with the breakup! Seeing his mentor in danger of being on the losing end of a pin, although I think Omega’s chances of winning are truly done with that mighty blow to his head. Which is creating a nice pool around his head.

Boice: Well although Omega looks bad off, Storme could be even worse now, being between the massive Jack Eastwood & the fighting Irish, The Celt. I wonder what’s going to happen now…

Flare: WAR!! By Eastwood, Storme is down with that Chokeslam!!

Storme lays in agony below the shadows of both men, who quickly exchange glances with a slight simular interest.

Flare: Looks like Celt and Eastwood might be on the same page as Celt now gradually lifts Storme and BRUTALITY DRIVER CONNECTS!!!

Boice: Storme has been cracked open after that piledriver, bleeding almost as profoundly as Omega, however the two men aren’t done as Eastwood once again grasps Storme and lifts him to his feet. Preparing his next move.

Flare: DEICIDE!!! HOLY MOTHER OF… EASTWOOD JUST KILLED STORME!! BOTH STORME AND OMEGA ARE NOW INCOMPACITATED!!

Boice: Well that has completely taken Storme and Seth out of this contest, it is now a one v one for the UV championship.

Flare: The way it should be, all fair, but with anything to expect.

Eastwood staggers backwards away from Celt, one hand to his face as he wipes the sweat away, he turns groggily on the spot...

Boice: OH! Swinging neckbreaker from Celt, taking down Eastwood! How did he take down the bigger man.

Flare: Well he might have got one move in, but Eastwood isn’t a man to beat in one move, he’s already slowly rising to seek revenge.

Jack rolls away from Celt and swiftly comes to his feet, Celt stands waiting for him, eyes locked on to Jack ...

Boice: And there off and moving! Jack circling here, looking for an opening....And in he goes! Single leg..?!

Flare: No such luck! Eastwood runs straight into Celt's boot! And the Irishman is onto him!

Boice: This is hard to watch, Celt hauls Eastwood to his feet...Oh! Another savage big boot!

Flare: Another broken nose! Celt and Eastwood are bleeding like stuck pigs out there.

Jack staggers off the ropes to be met with a huge shoulder back drop from Celt. No sooner has the former HavOc member hit the mat, then the Irishman is there. He sits Eastwood up and proceeds to wrap the steel chain around Jack’s throat!

Boice: Holy shit he's choking him! This is sick!

Flare: This is a work of art!...He’s finally getting his back on Eastwood, all in the name of revenge against HavOc!

Boice: The crowd are still soaking it in, however the cheers soon fall silent as the crowd begins to wonder what the Celt is doing.

Eastwood crawls for the ropes and uses them to haul himself to his feet once more, Celt meanwhile is already following him up and comes straight into meet Jack with a vicious clothesline, trying to reaffirm the choke move.

Boice: Celt looking to continue to press with the chain, however Jack counters with a hard right to the face!

Flare: Wait a minute! That shot sent Celt reeling! I know he is massive but how did he....?

Boice: He's got his own chain!!!! Thats how! Eastwood must have predicted this kind of predicament and that was he immediate exit. A fine move by Eastwood to keep his chances alive. He wont stop punching though! Shots to the face, gut, throat, thigh! Whatever he can reach!!

Flare: But Celt won't go down! He shove Jack away...but Eastwood comes right back with a low shot to the gut, and another to the head! Wait a second....

Boice: Celt'S BEEN TRULY BUSTED OPEN!!! LOOK, HE'S BLEEDING EVERYWHERE!!

Flare: Sit down you retard....FUCK ME YOUR RIGHT!! I DON'T BELIVE THIS!!

Celt staggers back hard against the turnbuckle and slumps down into a sitting position at its base, blood trickling from a welling cut over his left eye.

Eastwood meanwhile, remains in the centre of the ring, breathing hard he looks at the bloodied chain in his hand, before raising it into the air above hie head!)

Boice: And the crowd are popping for Jack Eastwood! Celt is back up look!

Flare: Oh shit, look just sit down and stay quiet, now! Look!

Eastwood is consumed in staring down Celt in the middle of the ring once more, Jack still has the chain around his fist. Celt, still slumped in the corner, slowly raises one hand to the laceration on his forehead. As he lowers it and stares at his bloodied fingers there is a moment of complete silence as Jack, Boice, Flare and every fan in the arena stare at the now fallen, bloodied SoA member.

Boice: Is that it...? Has the good-doer been slain here toni...

Suddenly Celt's face contorts into a twisted mass of rage and hatred as a howl of pure hate bursts from his throat....

Flare: And Celt's explodes out of the corner! Powerful clothesline, turning Eastwood inside out!!

Jack lands hard and awkwardly from the clotheslines as Celt, still howling with rage, drags him back to his feet and bangs his head against the turnbuckle!

Boice: I'm speechless....this...this is Inhuman! Look at that face!!

As Jack staggers back, Celt violently slugs Jack across the temple, dropping the larger man to the canvas and stamping hard on his face with a sickening crunch!

Boice: This man is out of control! Get security out here now!!

Flare: Ultraviolent Rules baby! Anything goes....now just keep your head down!

Boice: But...but Jack may be out... and now Celt is sliding out of the ring to grab the fallen Omega once more and eventually dragging Omega towards the announcers table with him, pressing Omega up over his head and he's going to throw him....throw him...He's going to....! To....To!!

Flare: DUCK!!!

Celt hurls Omega bodily over the table, sending the bigger man flailing through the air to come crashing down, chest first, onto the announcers table, which immediately imploded under his weight in a deafening crash of splinters and metal!

Flare: Can...can anyone hear us...?

Boice: Omega? Omega?! Can you hear me man...? We need some damn help out here!!

Flare: N...normally I would tell you to remain objective, but....damn! The crowd says it all!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

A group on EMT's are already running down the ramp with a stretcher in tow to attend the fallen form of Omega. A trio of medical staff also slide into the ring to check on Jack, the first bends to check his pulse.

Flare: The match is still going, it's all legal! Ultraviolent, remember! Celt turns to haul Jack to his feet....! Is it....? YES! Jack Eastwood is about to experience the.... ETERNAL DRIVER!!

Boice: What sickening impact! There's the cover, Omega is being loaded onto a stretcher here in front of us by the EMT's....

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Boice: It's over... thank god its all over!!

Flare: Celt wins! Celt WINS! CELT WINS!! He is the champion!! WHAT a match!

Veronica Cherrywood: And here is your winner, and NNEEEEEWWWWW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION…THE CELT!!!!

The Celt (4.29 aps + 1.3 avs = 5.59 total)
Jack Eastwood (4.24 aps + 1.2 avs = 5.44 total)
Seth Omega (0 aps + 0.3 avs = 0.3 total)

Celt, his face still twisted with rage, kicks Eastwoods motionless body from the ring as Dropkick Murphys begins to play his victory herald...

Boice: CELT HAS FINALLY DONE IT! FINALLY WON IT! AFTER SO MANY YEARS IN FULL METAL WRESTLING, THE CELT HAS WON HIS FIRST CHAMPIONSHIP!

Flare: …Isn’t that sad? His brother, whom we all thought was inferior, and that’s saying something, was able to win a championship before he can.

Boice: But let’s look at the guys who have held this title! Nick Bryson! Jaro! Harley Quint! All future Hall of Famers! The Celt has just cemented himself in the halls of the greats with this victory!

Flare: Well, congratulations to Celtykins, then. Let’s hope he doesn’t showstop the title.

Boice: Indeed!

The referee gives Celt his championship, and he forgets his rage. His expression finally changes to that of happiness and ecstasy over his first title win.

Boice: There we go! There’s a happy Celt!

Flare: …That sounded wrong.

Boice: And Celt should be happy! He’s worked his ass off and nearly killed himself just by chasing that championship!

Flare: Fine, fine.

Celt is in the middle of the ring, holding his championship high as the crowd cheers him on. He is still celebrating, when all of a sudden, three men jump out of the crowd.

Boice: Wait, wait, what is this?

Flare: What the?

Boice: Are these GSW guys again?

The men surround the ring and slide in, and start assaulting Celt!

Boice: Oh, come on! The guy’s just won his first title!

Flare: Wow! An uncalled-for beatdown! Things just got even more interesting!

Boice: No! This is not interesting! Somebody should put a stop to this!

At that moment, Leon and Frost run down again. The three men assaulting Celt take off and jump the security barrier as the SoA reach the ring.

Boice: Seriously, more strangers coming in and beating down on people? Are these guys GSW?

Flare: They’re not wearing gold masks…

Boice: Interesting observation. Who are they, then?

Flare: Why are you asking me? I have no idea!

Boice: I guess we’ll find out soon enough…

The broadcast goes to backstage, to “Action” Jackson standing by.

”Action” Jackson: Hey, yo, yo, yo, we in the Coliseum, dawg! We in Mt. V! Things just got crazy up in heah, mayne! We gots new champions, playa! But guess what, b, I’m right here with the main man, the top dawg, the FMW Champion, check this out, homies, it’s TyranT!

The camera pans slightly to show TyranT, who isn’t exactly amused with Jackson.

”Action” Jackson: Hey, yo, man. Yo’ match be up next, and it’s real big. I heard Frost talkin’ up some game about you, sayin’ he gon’ beat you and stuff. What you got to say about that?

TyranT: Firs’ of all, ah can barely un’erstan’ a wor’ yer sayin’, boy. Second of all, ah been sayin’ this day in and day out, but Hannibal Frost is a joke. He got this title shot because he’s a charity case, and he don’t deserve to be wearin’ this belt one bit.

”Action” Jackson: Ooh, those be some strong words you spittin’ there, playa!

TyranT: Shut up, I’m not done! T’night, I’m gonna prove once and for all that nobody ain’t ever gonna stop me. After the match, I’m gonna take a shower, and I’m gonna drive out of this place and go to the airport and fly outta Italy. An’ guess what?

”Action” Jackson: …What?

TyranT: …I’m still gonna be FMW Champion.

TyranT takes the mic, and socks Jackson on the head with it.

TyranT: …PunK.

TyranT walks away.

Boice: All right, it's time for our semi-main event! It's time for the Full Metal Championship match!

Flare: All right! TyranT TyranT bomaye!

Boice:

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FMW World Heavyweight Championship!

Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi blasts through the speakers as the fans rise to their feet for the entrance of Full Metal Championship contender Hannibal Frost. He slowly makes his way from behind the curtain and pauses halfway down the ramp very focused on the ring.

Sheila Blige: Introducing the challenger! From Memphis, Tennessee, weighing two hundred and thirty-two pounds, this is... HANNIBAL... FROST!!!

Boice: And here comes the contender! Hannibal Frost has worked relentlessly towards moving to this night, his goal! The Full Metal Championship is within his sights now!

Flare: Regardless of what you say, he still has a LONG way to go. I’m talking about Hannibal having to go through one of the greatest Full Metal Champions we’ve ever seen in the Tyrant. His reign is over a year long and he appears to be unstoppable.

Boice: Frost knows his opponent as we all do and he is out to prove that he’s not only worthy, but better! He’s going to be the hero, a new flag bearer for the future of FMW. He could very well be the next year long champion!

Flare: Again you underestimate the veteran in Tyrant. He’s been in this match before. He knows exactly who Hannibal is. How many younger upstarts has Tyrant had to put down before the world recognized his legitimacy!

Hannibal has reached the ring now and is casually pacing around it, observing the battleground. He casually slides in and acknowledges the fans.

Boice: While nobody is denying the fact that Tyrant has been victorious and we’re not saying Tyrant is where he is because he’s lucky but people recognize that Hannibal is younger and more athletic. Realistically speaking, Hannibal has an edge.

Flare: But is it THE edge, Boice?

The announcers are cut off as Symphony of Destruction by Megadeath blasts through the speakers. The crowd shows their obvious support for Hannibal as their cheers erupt to boos, escorting the confident champion Tyrant from backstage to the ramp, Full Metal Championship slung over his shoulder.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, from Marietta, Georgia, weighing three hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the FMW World Heavyweight Champion, this is... TYRANT!!!

Flare: And theres the man of the hour!

Boice: Here comes the Tyrant! He’s Full Metal Champion and has been for over a year!

Flare: This man is the embodiment of dominance, Boice.

Boice: One has to wonder, though, how much longer Tyrant has. How much left he has in the tank.

Flare: His experience will play to his advantage tonight as it always does, Boice. Hannibal isn’t the first young guy to assume he can just out-class Tyrant with athletics and he sure as hell wont be the last.

Tyrant stands at the foot of the ramp. He hands the belt to the ring hand and jump up on the apron, overlooking the crowd.

Flare: Ladies and gentlemen on your feet for YOUR champion!

Tyrant turns to enter the ring through the second and third ropes, however once he steps his foot into the ring Hannibal charges him, landing a big boot across the face and pulling his opponent into the ring.

Flare: What the hell!

Boice: Perhaps Hannibal isn’t as stupid as you might think, Flare! Hannibal charging the Tyrant right away! He’s scoring with a barrage of punches! Right, left, right, left, right, left, left, left! He is beating Tyrant into the mat!

Flare: How underhanded is this! Hannibal cant even take a fair fight! That’s ridiculous!

Boice: Tyrant is slumped in the ropes! Hannibal is still wailing on him with those boots now! The referee is trying to stop him but he just pushes him away!

Flare: AND a blatant disregard for rules to boot! Do we really want this man as champion!?

Boice: Hannibal knows he can not lay back! He has to make this HIS match! Hannibal lifts Tyrant, whip into the corner!

Flare: I think we need to rethink our stance on what qualifies as a good guy these days, Boice!

Boice: Hannibal is over to the corner now! European uppercut rocks Tyrants jaw! Hannibal now thrusting the elbow and his shoulder into the face and gut of Tyrant! Hannibal is taking it to the champion full force!

Flare: Im sure this setback is only temporary, Boice. Only temporary!

Boice: Hannibal whips Tyrant out from the corner and- NO! He pulls him back into the corner violently! Knee to the gut and Tyrant drops to the mat! Hannibal leaps off the second rope! LEG DROP on the back of Tyrants head!

Flare: If he keeps this up Hannibal is going to wear himself out. Tyrant may be down but I guarantee he’s not out!

Boice: Hannibal seems to think otherwise! Cover! One, Two, NO! Tyrant kicks out!

Flare: And THAT was impressive.

Boice: Hannibal isn’t letting it get to him though! You’d expect to think he’d be frustrated but he’s showing the poise of a veteran by not getting frustrated. Hes remaining control of the match! Hannibal lifts Tyrant, boot to the gut!

Flare: Tyrant clearly buying his time waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.

Boice: Another boot to the gut and Tyrant is doubled over! Hannibal pauses for a moment, no! He rushes to the ropes

Flare: AND TYRANT IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM!

Boice: Hannibal rushes past Tyrant in the confusion! Hannibal stops dead in his tracks! He turns- CLOTHESLINE FROM THE CHAMPION!

Flare: That execution was orgasmic!

Boice: Perhaps the champion is taking advantage now! Tyrant placing boots right on the face of the challenger! Elbow drop right on the throat of the challenger! Tyrants now choking Hannibal! That’s illegal!

Flare: Not if he stops before the five, Boice!

Boice: Tyrant pushes the ref away at three! Tyrant goes back to choking Hannibal! The ref is trying to stop him again and he pushes him away once more! This has to be illegal!

Flare: Perhaps if Hannibal was a more gracious challenger and respected the rules, Tyrant would see to it to do the same, unfortunately that’s not the case.

Boice: You’re delusional! The ref is over to Tyrant! He’s telling him that if he lays his hands on him again he’ll be disqualified! Tyrant seems irritated!

Flare: You would be too when faced with such obvious favoritism.

Boice: Tyrant stalking Hannibal. He moves over, NO! Hannibal with a punch to the gut! Another one! Hannibal with a second wind!

Flare: Now I see! The ref was buying Hannibal time! This is a screwjob in the making Boice. I’m calling it now!

Boice: Hannibal shakes his head loose again! He charges back to the ropes! Hes running at Tyrant full speed, NO! POWERSLAM ON THE REVERSAL!

Flare: This is why this man is champion! Odds stacked against him and he’s STILL pulling it out in the clutch!

Boice: Tyrant now shaking the cobwebs out of his head-

Flare: Great. Another old joke. Grow up, Boice!

Boice: I don’t- what?

Flare: Exactly.

Boice: Tyrant now back on the offensive. Tyrant is dragging Hannibal to the corner by the hair!

Flare: Perhaps retribution for earlier in the match, Boice!

Boice: Hannibal is slumped in the corner on the bottom turnbuckle! Tyrant pulls back, look at that devilish grin on his face!

Flare: Perhaps the match ender!

Boice: TYRANT CHARGES FORWARD! RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE!

Flare: HE ISNT DONE, BOICE!

Boice: TYRANT LINES UP AGAIN! RUNNING BOOT ACROSS THE FACE! DEAR LORD!

Flare: This is the TRUE resolve of a champion. Heres your first test, Hannibal!

Boice: Hannibal has rolled over. His jaw could very well be broken. His cheek bone could very well be broken. He is- NO! DEAR LORD!

Flare: OH GOD!

Boice: HANNIBAL HAD TURNED HIS FACE! TYRANT JUST CURBSTOMPED HIM INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!

Flare: If his face wasn’t broken then, it is now.

Boice: Hannibal has fallen out of the ring. This looks really bad for the challenger. Look at Tyrant hamming it up. He may have just ended a mans career. This is disgusting.

Flare: No, Boice. This is victory. I get it might be something some of you may not be used to, but that’s what it looks like.

Boice: You’re insane, Flare. The referee has begun a ten count though.

Referee: ONE!…TWO!

Flare: They might as well just hand Tyrant the belt back. Wham, bam, thank you mam, this match is done.

Referee: THREE!…FOUR!

Boice: This tactic was so cheap. Tyrant- Wait! Hannibal is moving!

Flare: No hes not! He cant be!

Referee: FIVE! SIX!

Boice: Tyrant is too busy gloating to notice! Hannibal is up on the apron! He’s struggling to move but hes getting it done!

Referee: SEVEN!

Flare: TURN AROUND!

Boice: Hannibal is about to enter the ring! He’s up on his feet! NO! TYRANTS TURNED!

Flare: YES!

Boice: Tyrant stares lasers into Hannibal! He’s charging ahead like an enraged rhino! NO! HANNIBAL IS FLUNG OFF THE APRON AND ONTO THE BARRICADE SPINE FIRST!

Flare: Oh, fat and old jokes now.

Boice: The referee is trying to hold Tyrant back!

Flare: Oh, another excuse to stop the ten count. Go figure!

Boice: Tyrant shrugs off the ref! He climbs out of the ring! He’s laying into Hannibal with those boots now! Hannibal is trying to crawl away! Tyrants taken a beer from a fan and throws it into the face of the challenger!

Flare: Look how considerate our champion is! He knew that this whipping must have made Hannibal thirsty. He is really caring, that’s probably what I like best about Tyrant.

Boice: Tyant is following Hannibal like a hunter stalking his prey!

Tyrant: COME ON! YOU WANT TO BE A HERO!? YOU WANT TO BE THE HERO!?

Boice: And now Tyrant taunting Hannibal! This is beyond anything now!

Flare: Why? Because Tyrant is giving Hannibal what he deserves!?

Boice: Hannibal is a challenger, an honorable and commendable challenger! He’s out there to do one thing and that’s try to win and Tyrant is just making a mockery of him!

Flare: Because that’s what he is, Boice. A joke!

Boice: Tyrant is slowly lifting Hannibal now! Tyrant is motioning that hes going to toss him into the ring post! Tyrant starts the whip- NO! HANNIBAL HOLDS ON! KICK TO THE GUT! HANNIBAL THROWS TYRANT INTO THE BARRICADE BY THROWING HIS HEAD BACK CURSHING THE BASE OF TYRANTS SKULL!

Flare: HOW UNDERHANDED!

Boice: The referee is done trying to get them back in the ring! He’s starting a ten count!

Referee: ONE! TWO!

Boice: Hannibal is up! He pulls Tyrant up! Hannibal is trying to line up for something, but what is it!?

Flare: Probably something dirty.

Referee: THREE! FOUR!

Boice: Hannibal looks back, WOW!

Flare: OH MY GOD!

Boice: HANNIBAL WITH A SUPLEX INTO THE RINGPOST! TYRANT SENT IN SPINE FIRST!

Referee: FIVE! SI-

Boice: Hannibal rolls in and then back out! He’s reset the count!

Flare: To do more illegal things it seems!

Boice: Hannibal slowly walking over to Tyrant! How much more can both these men take!?

Flare: Enough to crown a champion again, Boice!

Referee: ONE! TWO!

Boice: Hannibal lifts Tyrant again! He whips him! TYRANT INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Hannibal absolutely forced the champion!

Flare: This is a sham! A SHAM!

Boice: Hannibal charges the length of the ring! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE TO TYRANT! TYRANT RICCOCHETS OFF THE STEPS!

Flare: How low can one man stoop!

Referee: THREE! FOUR!

Boice: Hannibal has destroyed Tyrant against that steel! The steps even moved at the impact! One set of steps are actually draped over the slumping champions’ legs!

Flare: And Hannibal gets in the ring! This fool, he obviously forgot that this is a TITLE match. He wont get the belt on a count out!

Boice: I don’t think so, Flare! Hannibal is observing the crowd! He’s pointing to Tyrant and they know whats coming! They’re up on their feet!

Flare: Whats coming? I don’t get it.

Boice: Frost back out on the apron! He charges the length of the ring! FLYING SPLASH ON THE STEEL STEPS! TYRANTS LEGS ARE CRUSHED!

Flare: WHAT A NIGHTMARE! THIS IS ATROCIOUS!

Boice: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN OUTSIDE! LOOK AT THE SACRIFICE HANNIBAL IS WILLING TO MAKE!

Flare: This is wrong! So very, very wrong!

Boice: Hannibal is stirring! He’s pulling himself up with the apron!

Flare: Wheres that count, Ref!

Boice: Worried your pick might lose now, Flare!?

Flare: Impossible! Absolute fallacy!

Boice: Hannibal is over to the champion! Hes pulling him up! Tyrant is limping! How much more can this mans knees take!?

Flare: This is completely unfair! Its an atrocity of justice!

Boice: Hannibal is trying to toss Tyrant in the ring! Tyrant has to be near dead weight right now!

Flare: Why!? Because hes so OLD!? HUH! GET A NEW JOKE BOICE!

Boice: Ignoring you! Hannibal has Tyrant finally up on the apron! He pushes him in! Hannibal slides in, THIS COULD BE IT! COVER!

Flare: Oh HELL NO!

Boice!: ONE!

Flare: Not like this!

Boice: TWO!

Flare: NOT LIKE THIS!

Boice: THRE- NO! WAIT!

Flare: OH HELL YES!

Boice: THE REF ALMOST COUNTED THREE BUT TYRANT HAS HIS HAND ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! TYRANT REMAINS CHAMPION BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER!?

Flare: This is the upswing, Boice! My hat is off to you Tyrant! You ARE a great champion!

Boice: Hannibal can not believe it this time!

Flare: Perhaps losing some of that cool you praised him for!?

Boice: Hannibal is up slowly! What more will he have to do!?

Flare: You cant take what you don’t deserve, Boice!

Boice: Hannibal is taking a moment to catch his breath! The fans were on their feet, hoping for a new champion and-

Flare: Oh, don’t stereotype our fans in with your moronic opinions!

Boice: Hannibal is moving over now to Tyrant and- NO! TYRANT PULLS FROST BY THE TRUNKS! HANNIBAL IS DRAPED THROAT FIRST OVER THE SECOND ROPE!

Flare: You spent too long, fool! He gave the champion this window and he wont fail to seize the opportunity!

Boice: Tyrant leaps onto Frost! WHAT THE HELL!

Flare: THIS IS GENIUS!

Boice: TYRANT IS PULLING THE THIRD ROPE UP AND OVER HANNIBAL! HE IS STRANGLING HIM IN THE ROPES! GOOD LORD! SOMEONE STOP THIS!

Flare: Look at him struggle! Look at him kick! Just admit you’ve been bested Hannibal!

Boice: The referee is trying to get the ropes untangled!

Flare: SEE! More blatant favoritism!

Boice: Tyrant is still trying to regain his composure, however!

Flare: A champions composure.

Boice: Probably why he hasn’t tried something else dirty! The ref is able to help Hannibal out of the ropes, he gets those ropes untangled, but look! Tyrant is over! He’s yelling at the ref!

Flare: He shouldn’t have interfered with the match like that!

Boice: That ref just saved a mans life, Flare!

Flare: Tomato, tomahto.

Boice: Tyrant is clearly unhappy! The ref is in his face!

Flare: Bad idea! Bad idea!

Boice: TYRANTS LOST IT! HE THROWS THE REF INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! THE REFS OUT COLD!

Flare: Genius! Maybe we can get a more NEUTRAL referee down here!

Boice: Tyrant is out of the ring! Hes at the time keepers table and- NO! YOU CANT DO THAT!

Flare: I THINK ITS TIME FOR AN EQUALIZER!

Boice: Tyrant has his night stick! TYRANT HAS HIS NIGHTSTICK!

Flare: Pretty sure we heard the first time.

Boice: Hannibal is still struggling to regain his breath over the rope! Tyrant is casually walking over! Look at this!

Flare: Champion in total control now, Boice!

Boice: Tyrant taps that nightstick against Frosts’ temple! He pulls back! Tyrant don’t do- NO!

Flare: EAT YOUR HEART OUT LOU GHERIG!

Boice: TYRANT WITH A VICIOUS SHOT TO THE FACE OF THE CHALLENGER!

Flare: This is done! Its over! Start the next match!

Boice: Tyrant back in the ring! He lifts Hannibal! Hannibal is near lifeless, my god.

Flare: This looks like its going to be amazing, Boice!

Boice: Tyrant lifts Hannibal! He’s pointing to what? NO! He’s pointing to the body of the ref!

Flare: Good! Give the conspirator a taste of justice!

Boice: Tyrant lifts Hannibal! TYRANT SLAM ONTO THE REF! THIS IS EXCESSIVE!

Flare: Excessively AWESOME you mean!

Boice: The crowd is obviously displeased as Tyrant is soaking it in center ring!

Flare: Yes! Applause for your champion!

Boice: Tyrant is going back to the nightstick again! He’s walking over to the challenger!

Flare: Prepare to find a new line of work, Hannibal!

Boice: Tyrant holding that nightstick like he’s going to thrust it into the neck of Hannibal! He lifts it up!

Flare: DOWN ON THE THROAT!

Boice: COME ON! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Flare: Its never enough, Boice! Tyrant is sending a message and that message is that he still has it!

Boice: He lifts it again! HES COMING DOWN FOR THE STRIKE!

Flare: YES!

Boice: NO! HANNIBAL KICKS THE NIGHTSTICK BACK INTO THE THROAT OF TYRANT!

Flare: NO!

Boice: TYRANT IS CLUTCHING HIS THROAT! HES DROPPED TO ONE KNEE!

Flare: NO! CHAMP! GET UP! DON’T DO THAT! ANYHTING BUT-

Boice: HANNIBAL WITH THE OFFENSIVE! RED LABEL ENZUGIRI!

Flare: NO! PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS!

Boice: HANNIBAL KICKS THE NIGHTSTICK FROM THE RING! HE PULLS THE REF CLOSE TO A MOTIONLESS TYRANT! HANNIBAL WITH THE PIN!

Flare: UNBELIEVEABLE! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE!

Boice: ONE!

Flare: NO!

Boice: TWO!

Flare: GET UP TYRANT!

Boice: THREE!

Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEW FULL METAL CHAMPION! HAAAAAAANNIBAAAAAL FROOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!

Hannibal Frost (4.1 aps + 1.9 avs = 6 total)
TyranT (4.37 aps + 0.9 avs = 5.27 total)

Dead or Alive explodes through the PA, just barely covering the roar of the crowd as new Ultraviolent Champion The Celt and Leon Caprice rush out down the ramp and into the ring, grabbing hold of Hannibal and hoisting him up, setting him up against the ropes and hugging him.

Boice: HE’S DONE IT!

Flare: I have to be dreaming. This has to be a dream.

Boice: Hannibal Frost ends Tyrants year long reign as champion at Mount Vesuvius! This is the ultimate culmination of a career! Frost is elated!

Flare: Nobody could defeat the Tyrant! As shady as this victory was-

Boice: This hard fought victory has put Hannibal’s first step on the road as champion forward and his mark on the wrestling world!

Flare: If you say so, Boice…

Boice: What an amazing match! What an amazing champion! This is truly a night to remember!

Flare: Nooo, we still have Mt. V!

Boice: Ah, of course! Stay tuned for that!

We return to the broadcast with Sheila Blige standing in the middle of the ring.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for… the MOUNT VESUVIUS MATCH!!!

The MetalTron flashes with a promotional image for Mount Vesuvius, bringing every fan in the sold out arena to their feet. The cheers are deafening, every member of the crowd on the verge of having a heart attack.

The ring is already surrounded by the first cage, reminiscent of the Hell in a Cell structure. Volcanic ash has been spread around the ringside area.

Suddenly, the crowd is thrown off guard as an explosive pyrotechnics display erupts from different points around the arena.

Sheila Blige: This match will start out with two men, with one entering the match in 45-second intervals, until all 30 men have entered. The match will begin with a normal cell used for Hell in a Cell matches. After the 15th entrant, a second, modified steel cage, with a steel roof, turnbuckles, ring ropes, and no door will be lowered. This cage will be surrounded by fire when the gas tap is turned on. After the last entrant, a third, smaller roofed cage will be lowered. On this cage stands a gas tap and the Mount Vesuvius torch!

The crowd cheers.

Sheila Blige: A participant is eliminated when he is thrown completely off the Mount Vesuvius structure. However, the match is won by retrieving the lit Mount Vesuvius torch. The gas tap must be turned on in order to light the torch, and the torch must be lit before it can be retrieved.

Boice: That’s right, Sheila! And oh my god, here we are! Finally!

Sound: The absolute biggest match in Full Metal Wrestling, figuratively and literally.

The crowd begins to chant Mount V- Mount V- Mount V.

Boice: Thirty men, three cages, and one hell of an experience. Last time we were here, Tyrant beat out twenty nine other men to grab the coveted Torch. And we know what kind of success he went on to have after that.

Sound: All of this is a little unorthodox for my tastes, but this is Mount Vesuvius we're talking about.

Boice: Of course it is! Everyone and their mother is on board for this match!

Sound: Yeah yeah.

Boice: Be a little more optimistic, buddy. The winner of this match gets a shot at the NEW Full Metal Champion, Hannibal Frost, at Ultimatum III.

Sound: You know, I didn't see that coming.

Boice: I believe that tonight will go on to become one of the most memorable PPV's in FMW history.

Sheila Blige: Introducing the first entrant!

The MetalTron flashes with the image #1.

"Premeditated Murder" by J. Cole hits the speakers to a decidedly mixed reaction. A heavy onslaught of boos and cheers fill the arena as Chris Austin, without his title belts, exits the curtain and steps out onto the entrance ramp.

Sheila Blige: From San Jose, California, weighing two hundred and forty-six pounds, he is the current FMW Tag Team and C-4 Champion… THE RADICAL… CHRIS AUSTIN!!!

Boice: And Chris Austin will start this off at number one!!!

Sound: Technically sound, but the man is still a spot monkey at heart.

Boice: Leave it alone tonight! This is Mount Vesuvius!

Sound: I'll try. No promises, though.

Chris Austin stands staring at the intimidating structure before him. Finally, he makes his walk down to the cage and climbs it with ease. As he stands atop it, testing the integrity of the cage, his music fades to silence.

"My Favorite Mutiny" by The Coup then hits the speakers, bringing forth a few spurts of boos from the crowd. J.L Anwyl steps out from the curtain and makes his way down to the cage.

Sheila Blige: And the second entrant, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he is… J… L… ANWYL!!!

Boice: And it looks like the rookie gets to start things off as well.

Sound: I, already, do not like his chances.

Boice: We'll see what happens. Tonight has been full of surprises.

The music in the arena fades as Anwyl climbs the cage.

The bell rings.

Boice: And here we are! Mount Vesuvius is under way!!!!!

Sound: Don't have a heart attack, guy.

Chris Austin simply steps back into a ready stance, eying Anwyl, who looks ready to burst at the seems.

Boice: One veteran looking to capture the torch, and one rookie with a chance to really prove himself here.

Sound: Anwyl is off!

Boice: The rookie is gunning for Austin, wide right hand, and- Austin ducks! Both men are nearing the side of the cage as Austin drills Anwyl with rights to the jaw!

Sound: Looks like we may see an early elimination.

Boice: Austin is still drilling Anwyl, who seems to have really underestimated the Student of the Game, and there's a stiff kick to the mid section! Austin really caught him with it and Anwyl is falling to a knee.

Sound: Is he really going for what I think he's going for?

Boice: Austin is NOT playing around tonight. The reigning C-4 champion is gunning for Anwyl... OCCAM'S RAZOR!!!

Sound: ANWYL DUCKS IT!!!

Boice: Austin coming just centimeters from toppling off the cage and now Anwyl is in control. The rookie is pushing at Austin, trying to shove him twenty feet down, but Austin is digging hard into that cage.

Sound: Not a very sound tactic by Austin.

Boice: I told you to cut that crap out.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"Curse of the Virgin Canvas” by Alesana hits the speakers as the third entrant, Jack Phoenix, comes running out from the back.

Boice: This will complicate things.

Sound: Not necessarily. Three CAN be company.

Phoenix begins to climb the cage as both Austin and Anwyl continue to struggle.

Boice: Phoenix hasn't made it up yet, giving Austin time to battle away from Anwyl and back to the middle of the cage.

Sound: He's up there now, and I think Anwyl has seen him.

Boice: Anwyl is sprinting full speed at Austin. The C-4 champ is rearing back for a clothesline... and Anwyl ducks it! The rookie is still going! DROPKICK TO PHOENIX! TWENTY FOOT FALL AND HE HITS THE ASH BELOW!!!

Sound: Our first elimination of the night, courtesy of a first time Mount Vesuvius..er...ee... competitor?

Boice: Either way, Phoenix is out!

Austin goes into a slow, maybe sarcastic, clap for Anwyl.

Sound: How cute. The spot monkey knows a little something about sportsmanship.

Boice: Didn't last long. Both men are at it again! Austin and Anwyl are trading jabs in the center of the cage. Neither man is willing to give in.

Anwyl finally slips up, presenting Austin with an opening.

Boice: Austin has Anwyl... and a brain buster puts the rookie down! Right on that steel mesh!

Sound: Any move out here is going to be more painful than usual. Nothing but steel to land on up top. Nothing but a thin glazing of ash to land on down below.

Boice: Austin is now dragging Anwyl over to the edge of the steel cage. He's looking to be the only competitor up top for the next forty seven seconds.

Sound: Astute observation.

Boice: What a SOUND compliment!

Sound: ...cocksucker.

Austin grabs Anwyl, brings his sagging form up, and reels back to toss him off the cage.

Boice: Oh no... this could be it for Anwyl.

Sound: Did I mention that I never liked his chances?

Boice: Austin is charging up, letting it rip, annnnddd... ANWYL GETS A HAND ON THE CAGE! BUT AUSTIN IS STOMPING ON THAT HAND! ANWYL FALLS!! BUT HE CATCHES HIMSELF JUST BEFORE HITTING THE ASH!!!!

Sound: Calm. Down.

Boice: NEVER!

Anwyl struggles to stay on the side of the cage, his recently sore hand giving him problems. The MetalTron suddenly flashes the customary countdown.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"H.M.A.S. Lookback" by Amity Affliction hits the speakers, sending Daniel Pleasant down the ramp.

Boice: Pleasant is hitting that cage with speed, he's up, and for the moment he only has Austin to contend with.

Sound: Might have been better if Anwyl was up there as well. Rookies unite!

Boice: Pleasant is charging Austin, big right hand... Austin ducks! Successive elbows from Austin! Pleasant is falling back, but he catches Austin with a clothesline outta' nowhere!

Sound: Austin still feeling the effects of having to contend with rookie after rookie.

Boice: Pleasant has Austin up to his feet. He's getting ready to toss Austin from the top... but Austin counters! A drop toe hold puts Pleasant down just an inch from the edge!

Sound: I wonder how Anwyl feels having to watch this happen just a couple of feet above him?

Boice: We might just find out. Austin is digging in, trying to send Pleasant over the edge, but there's Anwyl! He's using Pleasant for leverage and NOW HE HAS A HAND ON AUSTIN! THE STUDENT OF THE GAME GOES OVER THE EDGE!

Sound: Another save!!!

Boice: Austin is hanging onto Anwyl's ankle! Anwyl is hanging onto Pleasant whose upper body is dangling off the edge of the cell!!!

Sound: This is sort of insane.

All three men are holding on for dear life. Austin, finally getting a grip on things, begins to climb up the body of Anwyl.

Boice: I don't know how Anwyl is still holding on. He's got two hundred plus pounds on his back and a loose grip on Pleasant.

Sound: Uh oh... the MetalTron.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"In The Air Tonight" by Nonpoint hits the speakers as Jeff Watson comes sprinting out from the back and down the ramp.

Boice: And Jeff Watson is coming down to possibly eliminate everyone.

Sound: Meh.

Watson hits the cage and begins to climb.

Boice: Chris Austin is managing his way up Anwyl... and a forearm to Pleasant knocks him back. Austin is back on top!

Sound: And Anwyl is falling!!

Boice: Anwyl catching himself just inches from touching the ash!!! He's still in it!!!

Watson finally makes it to the top of the cage and immediately dives into the fray.

Boice: Watson is going for Austin, but Austin is on the offensive! Rights, lefts, elbows, and forearms are tearing Watson a new one!

Sound: Pleasant is up now and he's moving for Austin...

Austin: Uh oh, two on one... but Austin catches Pleasant off guard! He's now battling both at the same time, and he's holding his ground!

Austin trades shots with Watson and Pleasant, the crowd actually cheering him on. That is, until Anwyl gets back to the top of the cage.

Boice: Three on one, and finally the numbers game catches up to Austin. All three men are beating the veteran down, trying to take him out once and for all.

Sound: Not exactly fair, but, well, maybe it is. Austin isn't exactly the worst competitor I've ever seen. He's actually quite good. Well, when he's not jumping from tree to tree all... spot monkey like.

Boice: You know, I think Austin is a bit more technical now. Kinda' like how you used to be.

Sound: Shut it, Boice.

Anwyl, Watson, and Pleasant are standing over the body of Chris Austin, who can't seem to find the strength to move. The three men above him then begin to look towards the edge of the cage.

Boice: It looks like Austin might not be in this much longer.

Sound: I'd say his chances are slim to nothing at all.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"(S)AINT" by Marilyn Manson fills the arena as the crowd jumps to their feet.

Boice: It's Damien Inferno! Damien Inferno is back in FMW!

Sound: Well I'll be damned.

Boice: He's making a B-line to the cage and garnering the attention of his opponents in the process.

Inferno scales the cage with speed and sprints for the center.

Boice: Anwyl is up first... and a thunderous boot to the chest puts him down! Pleasant filing in- clothesline puts the rookie down! Watson bringing up the rear, swinging with everything he has... DUCKED BY INFERNO! ROUNDHOUSE TO THE JAW!

All three men are down, leaving Inferno to check on Austin.

Boice: What are we seeing?

Sound: I'd say an opportunistic teaming of sorts. Vets against the rooks?

Boice: Looks like we'll see as all five men are now on their feet.

Sound: And we have a stare-down!!!

The crowd gets to their feet, chanting many different things, as the men atop the cage assess the situation.

Boice: The tension is rising here.

Sound: You can actually feel it. It's sticky.

Boice: And all five men just exploding towards one another! Neither group has the advantage as fists and feet are flying everywhere!!!

Sound: I think I'll need this part of the match deciphered on a re-watch.

Boice: It looks like the rookies are taking over, both Austin and Inferno being pressured towards the edge of the cage...

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"Walk" by Pantera hits the speakers to a thunderous round of cheers as Trey Spruance runs down the ramp at flight speed.

Boice: It's Spruance! He's here and the crowd is loving it!

Sound: Not the most gifted wrestler in the world, but he's got heart. The crowd is... attracted to that sort of thing.

Spruance hits the cage, climbs it, and dives into the fray.

Boice: Spruance is in! Clothesline to Anwyl! Butterfly kick to Pleasant! And a double arm DDT puts Watson's lights out!!! Spruance is on f-

Sound: Mother of god!

Boice: Chris Austin just OBLITERATED Spruance with the Class Dismissed!!!

Sound: That snatching cutter came out of nowhere. And the impact is only amplified by the steel chain links of the cage roof.

Inferno trades glances between Austin and the downed Spruance, a look of confusion playing across his face.

Boice: Inferno is just now realizing that Austin is only in it for himself.

Sound: He better do something about it.

Boice: He is! Inferno lashing out at Austin and now both men are struggling to maintain dominance.

Both men trade right hands with each other, Inferno slowly gaining the upper hand.

Boice: Austin is a bit worn out from being in here since the beginning AND being the main target of every entrant.

Sound: I begrudgingly say this, but... Austin is the best in this match right now.

Boice: Maybe not for long. Inferno is managing to back Austin up against the edge, and I don't think the C-4 Champion realizes it.

Sound:Well that’s not the only thing he needs to realize…The countdown is on to number 8!

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

"Natural Born Killer" by Avenged Sevenfold hits as Atlas Adams comes out hurriedly from behind the curtain.

Boice: The eighth entrant… it’s Atlas! The returning rookie is now coming into the match! He’ll be taking over from Austin as the best chance in this match.

Sound: You say best chance but I’m looking at a rather nervous man trying to climb the side of the cage, I’d give him 5 minutes before he falls.

Boice: Callin it straight, Sound. But he’s finally up and I don’t think he is just going to fall down. There he goes to quickly grab a hold of Watson from behind and BOOM!! A mighty German suplex there. Pleasant stepping in to try and st-BOOM! German Suplex on Pleasant on top of Watson!!

Sound: I think Pleasant might pleasantly have a broken neck now, that was a SOUNDly executed suplex there.

Boice: It is effective and definitely Atlas’s high move right now, but the other bodies are slowly getting up. OH INFERNO ALMOST HAS AUSTIN OFF THE CAGE!!

Sound: The two men are locked in a grapple and it’s obvious that the extra 47 pounds is helping inferno! PUSH HIM OFF!

Boice: Austin must be feeling the end of his feet touching the edge of the cage, he’s almost gone!!

Sound: THAT STUPID ROOKIE!!

Boice: Atlas from behind saves Austin with another swift German suplex on Inferno, freeing Austin in the nick of time!

Sound: The spot monkey got off this time, but wait til the big boys climb up!

Boice: Austin is beside himself, narrowly surviving and now in somewhat of a powerful position. Austin approaches Atlas, it looks like he might say thank you to Adams

Sound: Austin with the tap on Atlas’s shoulder and a swift hand out to give a handshake and…POAW!! ATLAS WITH THE SUDDEN SPIN AND A MIGHTY RIGHT FIST TO AUSTIN!! There is no stopping this guy it seems. He is standing tall alone right now.

Boice: Not for long, here comes number 9!

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

”Cinderella Man” by Eminem hits as AVO steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of mixed reactions from the crowd. He walks a few steps and stops, staring intently at Atlas standing alone. Atlas glares back at him for a few seconds and then smiles, holding out his hand and beckoning AVO to climb up. AVO smiles and starts running towards the ring.

Boice: Did you see the staredown between those two?

Sound: Forget about the rookie battle! Look at what’s going on inside the ring! Anwyl is up and seeking his revenge on Spruance! It appears he’s trying to send a message here! No-one is going to takedown Anwyl tonight!

Boice: He’s raising Spruance onto his feet! Spruance is desperately fighting back, but Anwyl has the headlock locked in and delivering a few strong fists to the temple to silence the struggling!

Sound: AVO has reached the ring and more importantly, he’s just reached Atlas. They immediately start trading blows! A right by AVO. A right by Atlas! Both of these men trying to get the upper hand!

Boice: Neither really making headway here as both men continue to stand strong.

Sound: Why don’t they both push each other off the cage and leave the match to the experienced guys. Ohhh Anwyl is pushing Spruance to the edge! Wait… Pleasant is crawling towards them. He reaches Anwyl… and nails a low blow! That’ll bring down anyone...

Boice: Anwyl slowly starts to release his grip… and Spruance capitalizing! He’s changing the grapple on Anwyl, using both arms. Spruance with the Double arm DDT!!. All of the men inside the ring are down and out!

Sound: Spruance calls that move Name apparently. And don’t forget AVO and Atlas are still battling. AVO just hit an elbow to the cheek! He grabs Atlas arm and Irish Whips him towards the side of the cage… as Atlas teeters back and turns around, AVO running in with a huge clothesline. Atlas is down and possibly out! Next man in!!

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

”Enemies of Reality” by Nevermore hits as Butters comes out.

Sound: Here comes one of the Comeback Kids, Butters! He’s heading towards the ring with a determined look in his eye!

Boice: He’s been suffering some punishment all cycle long at the hands of GSW, and he knows this is the place where he can take out his frustrations on all of them.

Sound: Butters is pretty quick, pretty limber as he makes his way up onto the cage with the… well, with the guile of a capuchin monkey.

Boice: …Odd analogy, but I’ll take it.

Sound: There you go, he’s up.

Boice: Butters gets quickly into a three way brawl with Inferno and Austin, each man throwing as much as he is taking, but Butters with the fresh look is delivering some solid shots.

At the same time Pleasant blindsides AVO with a dangerous chop-block from behind, almost throwing AVO over the side. It isn’t long before Spruance sees this and jumps to his partner’s aid.

Boice: AVO & Spruance with the double team on Pleasant now, delivering a picture perfect double suplex to the young rookie! They are looking for more bodies to lift and drop!

Sound: I expected Trey to be all fogged up in marijuana smoke. Like he always is.

Boice: And they have Watson up…and there he goes!! Watsons back might have been sliced by the strength of that drop onto the cage wire.

Butters, Austin & Inferno continue to fight it out, until both Austin & Butters team together and lift Inferno up and drop him with a double DDT.

Sound:And that’s Inferno down and seeming out. Only four men standing now, and it looks like they know it. Spruance is locking up with Austin, Butters against AVO.

Boice: FINAL ENCORE BY AVO!! AND AUSTIN WITH THE CLASS DISMISSED!!

Sound: Two men standing now, Austin versus AVO, and we have an old-fashioned stare-off.

Boice: They better hurry up because we’ve got a countdown going!

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

”Road to Destruction” by EndeverafteR hits as Storm comes out.

Boice: Here comes Storm, the first one of the GSW guys in this match!

Sound: I bet he’s hoping another of his friends will come out soon. He’s a sitting duck right now.

Boice: While Storm is getting up there we still have the staredown of the night happening between Austin & AVO.

Sound: Not for long! Austin initiating the lockup and gains the advantage as he angles the grapple to keep AVO down.

Boice: Austin is seeing Storm racing up the cage, he’s wanting to end AVO right here, He’s setting AVO up for the Cold-water DDT! COUNTERED!! AVO WITH A STO!!

Sound: The crowd is roaring with that mix of moves, and it’s only going to get better as Storm looks to lock up with AVO right off the bat.

Boice: AVO looking to control the tempo right from the start with a nice grapple, really trying to push Storm down to the cage and backwards off the edge, OH! Storm suddenly pushing the grapple apart and connecting with a peel kick to AVO’s skull! And there is only one way this is going SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED ALL CONNECTS!!

Sound: Well technically it’s not delivered as he’s not pinning the man, so nice call there butternut! Oh great, next guys coming…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Group 1 Crew’s “Keys to the Kingdom” hits as Leviticus comes out.

Boice: Entrant Number 12 has just arrived and it’s another member of the new GSW stable, Leviticus!

Sound: I’d be surprised if he lasts more than a few seconds in that structure without more of his buddies, though. Knowing today’s backstage idiots they’ll all be out within the next 4 numbers. Especially since Storm was only the number before. Although… Storm is taking a break in the center of the cage…odd.

Boice: Leviticus is a great competitor, Sound, and I’m sure he has just as good a chance as anyone of winning this match. Anwyl is finally up from the finisher he took and is slowly rising up, aswell as Atlas! Leviticus is quickly climbing up… but Atlas spots Anwyl slowly rising and with a sudden spurt of energy runs at the man and POAW! A sliding dropkick to the No. 2 entrant! ANWYL IS OVER THE EDGE!! Wait, not so fast!

Sound: He’s holding on! That dropkick sent him flying to the edge and he’s only holding on with the fingertips of his right hand. Atlas is staring right at him though, I don’t think Anwyl will last too much longer. He’s slowly crawling towards Anwyl, this is it!!

Boice: NO IT ISN’T, LEVITICUS FROM BEHIND!! HIGH KNEE TO THE BACK OF ATLAS’S SKULL!!!

Sound: There was love in that contact, up to the point that the crimson red liquid started pouring out the back of Atlas’s head. He might have brain damage…yay.

Boice: Hardly a thing to be happy for. And neither is the fact that move men are either down semi-permanently or slowly trying to get to their feet…Where is the action!?

Sound: Anwyl has managed to lift himself over the edge now from that narrow escape, and lucky for him Watson has risen to his feet and drawn the attention of the GSW member.

Boice: And as quick as he got up he fell back down with a massive big boot to his face!!

Sound: I put ma boot in yar face!

Boice: Leviticus standing tall now, but finally movement can be seen all at once in the ring. Spruance is rising, Austin is slowly lifting, Inferno is getting up, Pleasant is awake & Butters has that look in his eye again.

Sound: Don’t start again. Saved by the bell, here is the next guy.

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

The Offspring’s “Come Out and Play" hits as Jeff Whitt comes out.

Sound: Call me a genius, 3 GSW members in 3 entrances, someone backstage is pulling the strings!

Boice: And here comes Whitt! He climbs up and notices Leviticus about to get gangbanged by the mob of men rising up. He pulls himself up and swiftly stands next to Leviticus and Storm gathers the energy to stand beside them aswell.

Sound: Leviticus, Storm & Whitt vs Austin, Spruance, Inferno, Pleasant & Butters. The odds are still not in their favor.

Boice: Both sides slowly closing the gap between them, GSW with a quick nod to each other, AND THEY CHARGE!!
Storm leaps into the chest of Pleasant and delivers a strong spear as Leviticus looks to put Inferno away with an overarching clothesline and even Whitt capitalizes on the sudden charge with a swift kick to the mid-section of Butters, followed with a second kick to the temple.

Boice: GSW has taken out 3 men already, only Austin and Spruance now, and the three men pause as the next countdown timer appears.

Sound: Are they grinning, it seems like they might be on the grapevine that concocted this fix.

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Muse’s “Time is Running Out” hits as Abel Steele sprints out with surely rubber burning as his merely takes 5 seconds to be touching the steel and be racing up the side of the cage.

Boice: It’s Abel Steele!! The GSW guys are astonished, clearly they didn’t think it would be him. And they failed to capitalize as Abel now stands beside his Ammunition brother in Austin and the seasoned vet of Spruance.

Sound: 3 v 3. Each man slowly walking towards another, Storm to Spruance, Leviticus to Austin & Whitt to Steele. The crowd is lifting for this moment.

Boice: And it’s on! All six men throwing fists like they are on sale, lefts, rights, uppercuts, it is madness!

Sound: Now this is where the brawlers take over and unfortunately that stacks against GSW as all three FMW men have fists of fury. None more so then Abel and look at the shots he’s hitting.

Boice: Abel is knocking Whitt down to his knees, and he’s readying the shots. UNHAPPY MEAL COMBO!! AND WHITT IS DOWN!

Sound: FMW 1 GSW 0, but Leviticus is really taking it to Austin, he’s proving a point here and not letting up, Austin is struggling to even get a shot in. And Spruance v Storm is still evenly posed, both men taking and giving hard shots.

Boice: Leviticus really does have the advantage here as he had almost sapped the energy out of Austin, he’s got Austin in a grapple now and looking for a standing suplex. And he’s executes it perfectly onto the cage!

Sound: FMW 1 GSW 1, Abel now locking up with Leviticus, both men in a hard grapple trying to twist the other man’s arms to gain the solid advantage.

Boice: I don’t think either man is going to let up, too much pride on the line.

Finally Storm gains the advantage over Spruance and quickly locks in a sleeperhold, suffocating the reformed druggie and dropping him to his knees.

Sound: There is no disqualification tonight so it is all fair, Spruance has a better chance of dying then having a ref come down and try to break the hold.

Boice: Who needs a ref when you have Abel Steele! A quick hard shot to the stomach of Leviticus giving Abel the time to sprint over and deliver a solid left jab to the face of Storm.

Sound: Smile for the camera… Countdown is on…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

"Been to Hell" by Hollywood Undead hits as ? comes out with a posse of golden masked men around him.

Sound: It’s that unknown character with his 3 golden boys! This will make things interesting.

Boice: Well it looks like the Golden Masked men will also be joining in on this match, so from 1 entrant number we have four new men, it’s not looking good for those remaining in this match.

Sound: Abel has notices the entourage approaching and quickly checks on Austin & Spruance, trying to get a response out of them and drag them beside himself.

Boice: Still though, that’s 3 men vs. 4 new guys plus Leviticus, who is casually walking towards the side that the men are climbing up from.

Sound: This doesn’t look good at all, and there is only a little bit of movement from the bodies atop the cage.

Boice: Well there is a bit more than before. Atlas, Butters & Watson are slowly rising to one knee or arm, it’s only seconds before they are up.

Sound: But mili-seconds ‘til the entourage of GSW is up, and it all ends now. 7 men all on the same page, how can they be stopped? Our masked friend has given orders to the 3 masked men as they walk over to the rising superstars and drag them on the steel cage to fall at GSW’s feet.

Boice: Gotta feel sorry for Butters, Watson and Atlas here, all three men already in enough pain and now missing skin off of their knees from being dragged.

Sound: Austin & Spruance are finally up beside Abel and it won’t be long until the other men are up as well. They must have seen the extra men in the ring and are pushing their bodies harder to get up.

Boice: Some movement from Inferno & AVO, if they all get up it’ll make it close to even.

Sound: Oh no, Watson is being lifted up by one of the masked men in front of Leviticus, this doesn’t look good… Leviticus has a firm grip on his throat.

Boice: CHOKESLAM FROM THE TOP! We finally have our second elimination!

Sound: Watson is outta here and now it’s looking that much worse for everyone else against GSW. Abel, Austin & Spruance are still standing tall against them, but almost fearful to move.

Boice: I wouldn’t call it fearful, but rather mindful of what could happen. No point throwing your number away.

Sound: Well next to go seems to be Atlas Adams as the 2nd masked man lifts him up and places him into ?’s arms.

Boice: This is almost too cruel, Abel, Austin, Spruance, DO SOMETHING!!

Sound: And there goes Adams with a simple uppercut followed up with a kick to the mid-section, he is out! Thanks for coming!

Boice: This is almost too painful to watch. But wait!! Abel has had enough, he’s running at the golden men! Left jab to one, right jab to another, elbow to the third and a right uppercut to ?, he’s clearing house here.

Sound: But Leviticus has Butters lifted up, he’s using him as a human shield if Abel would come near him. Butters is too far gone to fight back though, with blood pouring from the back of his head and now from his kneecaps!

Boice: And there is no pity from Leviticus as he swiftly throws Butters over the edge, he literally just picked up and threw the man. Butters is gone too! His quest for justice has failed!

Sound: What can these men do…Hang on, look at Pleasant over to the side, he’s stayed low and got Storm in a sleeper hold and slowly dragging him over to the edge. It couldn’t be this easy could it.

Boice: The masked men are maintaining Abel’s onslaught as ? suddenly sees Pleasant making away with him fellow GSW member.

Sound: Pleasant, drop him quick, hurry!

Boice: And there goes Storm! Pleasant had him dangling over the edge with all Storm’s weight on his neck as Pleasant eventually let the hold go.

Sound: The FMW boys get one back, but it looks like Pleasant might be the next to go now as ? is now delivering fist after fist into the side of his skull, it almost seems like he wants to punish Pleasant before he drops him off.

Boice: It’s not looking good for Pleasant, but elsewhere in the ring Austin is helping Abel out as the two men continue to take it too the 3 masked men and Leviticus. Look at Spruance though!

Sound: Spruance has rushed to Whitt’s downed body and quickly drags the man over to the edge and lifts him up.

Boice: A bit risky on Trey’s part, but looking around all the GSW men are pre-occupied, this is happening… DROP KICK BY SPRUANCE!!

Sound: Jeff Whitt is gone! That’s two GSW men gone it’s all looking good for team FMW now.

Boice: But someone needs to take care of the masked men, they are still up there and they aren’t meant to be. And they are finally getting the upper hand on Austin and Abel, they need help.

Sound: Well no help is coming to Pleasant who by now is visibly more blood then skin on his face as ? stops throwing fists and rolls the unconscious body off of the cage.

Boice: Well… there goes Pleasant! That takes care of another FMW wrestler. It’s 6 to 5 in favor of FMW still, however of those men, only 3 stand tall.

Sound: Not precisely Boice, AVO & Inferno are onto their feet, barely though. And Anwyl just seems to be resting in the corner, lazy prick.

Boice: Well either way, Abel and Austin are barely hanging in there, Spruance looked to go help but is now caught up brawling with Leviticus, who is dominating right now, and not giving Spruance much of a chance to gain momentum.

Sound: Calling it now, Spruance next to g- to late! Spruance is GONE, A mighty Irish whip from Leviticus has Spruance over the edge and falling down below! And now it’s five on five!

Boice: All these eliminations in quick succession, it’s clearing the ring very quickly. Oh no, Leviticus is sprinting for something… he’s running at AVO. Watch out Axel!

Sound: Punt to the head and that lifeless body just rolled off the edge! Dun dun dun, another one bites the dust!

Boice: Four on five right now and all the momentum is with GSW. Both Abel and Austin are collection a bundle of punches from the masked men and are more protecting themselves then dishing some back. Anwyl is still playing possum in the corner, odd that GSW haven’t gotten rid of him yet. And Inferno is finally up and he’s assessing the situation.

Sound: ? to his left, Leviticus to his right and the 5 man brawl in front of him, which way to turn?

Boice: He is sprinting towards the brawl and he isn’t looking like he wants to stop. Abel and Austin have seen him and hurriedly move out of the way, and Inferno leaps at the 3 masked men!!

Sound: They are dangerously close to the edge. ABEL AND AUSTIN THE FIRST TO THE PILE! THEY JUST KICKED THE MASKED MEN OFF OF THE CAGE!!!

Boice: FMW BABY WE WILL ROCK YOUR SOCKS!

Sound: As quick as that the momentum turns to FMW’s favor, GSW with only Leviticus and ? left, but those two men will be hard to beat. Oh we have a countdown going.

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

”Not Afraid” by Eminem blasts out through the arena and the crowd responds accordingly.

Sound: Oh look… it’s Drew Michaels.

Boice: And listen to the crowd go nuts. Not only is their hero here and storming his way to the ring, but we all know that as soon as he makes it to the top of the first cage the first of two additional cages will make its way down.

Sound: Great. Even more spot monkey business.

Boice: Drew is definitely a big favourite tonight and not only with the crowd. The man has done it all and showed he is in good form by winning the “Race for the Torch” match last time out.

The cage begins to lower as Drew finally climbs to the top of the first cage. Some of the entrants stop to look at the cage as it lowers.

Boice: The cage is almost in place now and looks like everyone had the good sense to stay clear of the cage as it lowered. Actually, half of the entrants seem to have stopped though to watch the cage lower.

Dalby: Not the ones who have been in this kind of match before. Drew and Austin are keeping a close eye each other and on the rest of the participants.

Boice: Leviticus seems to be keeping his wits about him as well. Dropkick! Trey Spruance was watching the cage and Leviticus hit with the dropkick sending him over the edge and now he is hanging on to the cage by one hand.

Sound: You can’t take your eye off the ball even for a moment when there are this many combatants in one match. Half a second is all it takes.

AVO now rushes to his partners aid and grabs a hold of Trey’s hand dragging him back up inch by inch.

Boice: Leviticus isn’t done with these two yet though. Look out, Axel!

Sound: Uh-oh!

Boice: Too late! Leviticus with a kick to the back of the knee on Axel who goes down in a heap on top of the cage!

Sound: Bye, Trey!

Boice: Axel couldn’t hold on to his partner in the face of that attack and now here he goes over the edge as well!

Sound: Leviticus took full advantage of the situation to eliminate those two. Wait, AVO caught a hold of Leviticus foot as he fell!

Boice: This could be trouble for Leviticus, who is now clutching to the cage with both arms!

Sound: Luckily for him the remaining men are all too busy elsewhere to do anything about it!

Boice: That’s for sure look at Inferno going to town on Anwyl, ramming his face into the newly lowered cage over and over!

Sound: And the two most experienced men in the match so far showing Sound tactics both climbing that second cage to the wrestling ring located on the roof!

Boice: Of course you want everyone in that traditional ring. There’s a lot of risk involved in slugging it out that high up, Dalby.

Leviticus continues to hold on to the edge of the cage as Drew and Austin both reach the top of the structure at the same time.

Boice: The crowd going nuts as these to titans of FMW get set to do battle!

Sound: Oh, fist to the face of Austin! Steele joins the party on top of the cages.

Boice: Steele ignores Austin and connects on Drew with a running clothesline. I think Steele wants some revenge for the last time these two met!

Sound: Austin back into the match up with a belly to back suplex on Steele who quickly rolls away to one of the vacant corners. Things are about to get interesting on top of this cage!

Boice: Forget that. Things already are interesting on the first cage as Anwyl has now reversed the position on Inferno and he runs his face along the outside of the second cage.

As Anwyl drags the bloodied Inferno along the cage he fails to notice ? who is lurking just around the corner of the cage.

Boice: Boot to the face! Anwyl dropped by ?, and now ? is going right to work on Inferno where Anwyl left off.

Sound: Inferno looks like he’s been through a cheese grater.

CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

”The Sound of Madness” by Shinedown hits as Jack Eastwood storms down to the cages in front of him.

Boice: Wow, look at Eastwood go, moving to the cage faster than anyone before him tonight, DESPITE being in a grueling match earlier! What’s he got in mind I wonder?

Sound: I think Leviticus just figured that out. Look at him struggling to get himself back onto the cage.

Boice: Eastwood three quarters of the way up now and it indeed looks as if he is intent on finishing off Leviticus as quickly as possible.

Leviticus gives a final heave and rolls one leg then the other up onto the cage just as Eastwood hits the top.

Boice: Eastwood wasting no time grabs up Leviticus and shoves him hard into the second steel cage. Leviticus bounces off and hits back at Eastwood with a thrust to the throat followed up by a neck breaker!

Sound: The action is definitely starting to intensify now. Steele hits Austin again this time with a scoop slam but Drew is quickly on top of the former boxer and hits him with a sweep and now he’s on top of Steele and whaling away.

Boice: Steele might have been keen to get his hands on Drew but he’s finding out the hard way that isn’t the best strategy.

Sound: Meanwhile ? has Inferno gasping for air on the lower cage. ? drags Inferno up to his full height and hits him with a chinbuster and lookout here comes Anwyl.

? ducks away from the attack and Anwyl charges on at a staggering Inferno

Boice: Great counter by Inferno sends Anwyl crashing down on the steel. Inferno grabs a hold of ? now and rams his face against that steel cage. Payback’s a bi…… No, ? counters, Inferno eats steel once more!

Sound: Looks a little dazed to me as he is staggering around like a drunk, look out for the edge!

Boice: Look out for him!

? grabs a hold of Inferno’s trunks with two hands and unceremoniously dumps him from the side of the cell a bloodied heap on the ash below.

Boice: And there goes Damien Inferno! I don’t think Inferno even knows where he is as the EMT’s have to help him away!

? looks down at Inferno below. All of a sudden, he looks up, but he is just standing there.

Sound: …Okay, what’s this guy doing now?

Boice: I have no idea.

? is just standing there in silence, not doing anything. And then, he slowly raises his arms to his head, and takes hold of his mask.

Boice: …He’s grabbing his mask.

Sound: Oh my god, are we finally going to see his face?

Boice: He’s been dropping clues, but nobody really has any idea of his identity!

? undoes the strap on his mask. He takes it, and slowly pulls upward, sliding the fabric of the mask over his face, slowly revealing his mouth… his nose… his cheeks… his eyes –

Sound: Oh lord.

Boice: IT’S MATT DUNN! MATT DUNN IS BACK, AND HE HAS BEEN WORKING FOR GSW ALL ALONG!

Dunn turns around to reveal himself to his fellow competitors. Everyone except for Leviticus is surprised.

Boice: Talk about the shocker of the year!

Sound: I liked him better with the mask!

Boice: Everyone is astonished, but the battle must go on! Dunn jumps back in the fray, taking advantage of his shock tactics!

Sound: Well, he’s gonna get eliminated for sure! Nobody likes this guy!

Boice: Jack Eastwood now with a diving head butt to the temple and Leviticus drops to one knee. Eastwood has been all offence since coming into this match and showing no signs of relenting as he lifts Leviticus now.

Sound: Drew still has Steele down but he’s beginning to fight back and look, here comes Austin to the rescue.

Austin spins Drew around and hits with a snap suplex that sends Michael’s sprawling across the ring

Boice: Please, Austin does nothing that isn’t for Chris Austin’s benefit. Oww, just to prove my point he just nailed Steele with the exact same suplex and both men are down inside the ring.

Sound: Power slam! Leviticus’ back just smacked into the unforgiving steel and now Eastwood is leaving him in a heap and making his way to the top ring. He knows that’s the place to be if you want to hang with the big boys of FMW.

Boice: Looks like Dunn knows too because he is making his way up the other side of the second cage, leaving Leviticus all alone on the lower level.

Sound: Someone ought to toss him off while he is down.

CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

”Epic” by Faith No More plays as cYnical comes down to an ecstatic response from the crowd!

Boice: Straight out of LPW, it’s cYnical, come to claim the Flame! Mark my words, Dalby, this man is a contender!

Sound: What?

Boice: You heard. Look at him walking up to the Mountain, all business. Maybe he will knock Leviticus off on his way up?

Sound: Here he goes straight for the easy prey. Great strategy.

Boice: As cYnical makes his move Leviticus springs to his feet and takes him down with a drop toe hold, sending cYnical face first into the cell. Both men trading blows lying on the steel now.

Sound: Steele and Michael’s both climbing to their feet slowly shaking the cobwebs out. Austin has them lined up and looks like one of them is about to be put out of action permanently…. I can’t wait! Who’s it gonna be?

Boice: Matt Dunn from behind takes Austin down with a low blow! I think Chris Austin just coughed up a nut Sound.

Sound: And now Eastwood is attacking Drew from behind as the action on the top of the second cage gets a little hotter.

Boice: Dunn follows up the low blow with a diving bulldog and Chris Austin is now laid out in the middle of the ring. And here come Anwyl diving headfirst into Eastwood and Michaels and the three of them go down in a heap with fists flying in all directions.

Sound: You need eyes in the back of your head just to call this ridiculous match, let alone fight in it.

Boice: Eastwood now with a good grip on the throat of Drew Michaels and he lifts him up but Drew fights out of it with a kick to the abdomen and then counters the choke slam into a falling DDT.

Sound: Dunnathan looks like he wants to make a name for himself here, he’s dragging The King of FMW over to the rope and now he’s got him halfway over!

Boice: What a coup for GSW that would be to take out the King!

Sound: It won’t happen.

Steele grabs a hold of Dunn and whips him across the ring

Boice: Gorilla Press, Steele with a great show of strength but can he get to the rope to eliminate Dunn! He’s fighting tooth and nail though, clawing at Steele’s arms but it doesn’t appear to be halting his progress!

Sound: He looks a little shaky to me, I’m not sure he has it in him!

Boice: You bet he does! Steele just tossed Dunn over the rope and straight down into the ash below like yesterday’s garbage! Another win for FMW!

Sound: Bye, Dunn! Don’t come back now, you hear? Austin just tossed Steele over the rope. Ha! Another win for brains over brawn.

Boice: Steele is not eliminated though, he landed on the top of the first cage. He took a pretty heavy fall there.

Sound: Lucky for him the only one’s on that level are Leviticus and cYnical.

Boice: And judging by the way cYnical just tossed Leviticus aside, I don’t think Abel is gonna have much time to recover.

As cYnical moves to take advantage of the fallen Steele he is interrupted by Leviticus who takes him down with a running dropkick to the back of the head.

Sound: Steele to one knee now as these two slug it out beside him. I think he has a little more time than we thought.

Boice: Meanwhile all hell has broken loose in the top ring. Eastwood and Drew are going hell for leather and Austin is giving the rookie Anwyl a lesson.

Sound: That is what he does best.

Boice: Anwyl goes for a DDT but Austin counters into an enziguri. Anwyl tries for a suplex but Austin counters that into a german suplex of his own. Anwyl looks like he doesn’t know what to do

Sound: Call for help?

Boice: And that’s just what he gets. Drew has left Eastwood on the canvas and he just teed off on Austin’s head like he was playing tee-ball. Michaels follows up by whipping Austin to the corner and now he is doing his best to get the King out of the ring.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

”Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones blasts out and the crowd goes wild as John ‘Doc’ Derrick appears at the top of the ramp.

Boice: Now here is a man who knows how this match works.

Sound: Doc knows how this match works all right. That man ain’t Doc though. He might be John Derrick but he is not the ‘Doc.’ Or the ‘Doctor.’ Or whatever he likes to call himself.

Boice: I think everyone in this match knows just how dangerous Doc still is. Look at them all smashing at each other. Even Austin, no one wants to be the one to face up against a fresh Doc.

Sound: All except Steele you mean, he’s still struggling to his feet on the bottom cage.

Boice: And here comes Doc.

Sound: John Derrick!

Boice: Whoever he’s on top of that first cage already, and look out, Steele!

Doc reaches out for the struggling Steele and grabs his hand, lifting the former Olympic Champion to his feet. Steele pats him on the back and the two men turn as one and descend upon cYnical and Leviticus.

Sound: What the hell is this?

Boice: I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, Sound. It looks like they were true, Steele and Derrick fighting back to back on Mount Vesuvius. This could spell trouble for the rest of the entrants!

Sound: It certainly is trouble for cYnical and Leviticus. Steele and Doc have them by the scruff of the necks and are ramming them repeatedly into that second cage.

Boice: Oh my god. Steele and Doc just threw cYnical and Leviticus into the cage so hard the whole thing is shaking and now they are going upstairs.

Sound: Austin saw them coming and has moved to the far side of the ring, but Anwyl has followed and this time Austin isn’t quick enough with the counter and Anwyl takes him down with a dropkick to the face.

Boice: And here comes Doc with the neck breaker crunching Anwyl, while Abel makes a bee line for Drew who has his hands full with Eastwood. Double Clothesline! He takes both men down.

Sound: Doc & Abel clearing house.

The other combatants slowly get to their feet. Austin is first to react and he hangs back as the other struggle up.

Boice: Doc & Abel under siege now as all 4 men in the top ring rush them at once.

Sound: Drew & Anwyl have Abel penned in one corner and Austin advances on Doc.

Boice: Big Boot to the back of the head from Eastwood and Doc is down with a crash. Meanwhile some signs of life being shown by cYnical and Leviticus downstairs as the two men drag themselves to their feet. They look at one another, then upstairs and now both men are climbing, just out of reach of each other.

Sound: Great! Like the ring wasn’t full enough already

CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

”The One” by Slaughterhouse plays and the Nick Bryson emerges at the top of the ramp.

Sound: Here’s a man who has what it takes to win this match. Experience & ruthlessness, the perfect combination.

Boice: And wasting no time either, he’s already halfway up the first cage as Leviticus hits Cynical with a enziguri. cYnical bounces right back and nails the smaller man with the Kitchen sink.

Sound: Ouch.

Boice: Now Bryson has climbed the cage and cYnical has seen him, Bryson ducks the attack and then spinning belly to belly suplex! Right into the recovering Leviticus and both men roll perilously close to the edge of the cage there!

Sound: And Bryson now to the top ring. Smart move.

Boice: Hold on, you were just complaining about too many people up there!

Sound: Yeah, but Bryson knows you have to stay near the top to win this thing.

Boice: And the others don’t?

Sound: You said it.

Boice: Whatever. Looks like the action upstairs has paired off again as Abel is still being pounded on by Anwyl, Drew and Doc are slugging it out in the far corner and Austin is in complete control of Eastwood. Learning Tree! Austin just nailed Easty into the corner.

Sound: Michaels now has Doc up on the ropes and he’s teetering here.

Boice: There goes one leg over, this look like good night for Doc. No! Steele to the rescue and look at him go to town on Drew. I haven’t seen a flurry of fists that fast since the time I walked in on you in the men’s locker room Sound!

Sound: Oh yeah, real funny. Real mature joke.

Boice: No, it wasn’t.

Sound: Shut up Jack, Bryson just joined the top ring and he’s raining hurt on Anwyl in the far corner.

Sound: And Austin still working over Easty who is slumped in the corner ropes. Austin lining something big up here…. Occam’s Razor!

Boice: Missed! Eastwood ducked out the way at the last second and Austin met turnbuckle with his foot. He appears to be hobbling a little after that too!

CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Koji Kikkawa’s “Nobody’s Perfect” plays as Gray comes out.

Boice: Here’s the return of former Broken Saints member Nicholas Gray, and with his entrance we just hit 10 men in this match. Things are gonna get a little hectic folks, try and stay with us, okay?

Sound: What an abomination. This is NOT wrestling, Jack!

Boice: Well it’s certainly not figure skating. Gray a little less rushed to join the action than some tonight as he casually makes his way up the first cage.

Sound: Why rush into that chaos anyway.

Boice:It certainly is chaos upstairs as mini battles a popping up all over the ring. The only ones not attacking each other are Doc and Abel, but they are being targeted by the others all the more for it at this stage as Austin now attacking Abel!

Sound: Textbook snap suplex sends Steele flying. Austin follows looking for the armbreaker. Smart, take out his main weapon.

Boice: Steele with the counter though as he head butts Austin to escape the hold. Now cYnical with the scoop slam on Anwyl but Eastwood nails cYnical with the big boot before he can react and Doc quickly enters with a facebuster on the giant Eastwood!

Sound: Drew and Bryson are the smartest ones out there. Picking off the pieces. Bryson just grabbed Steele and Drew has a hold on Austin and they just whipped the two men face first into each other!

Boice: I’m sure I heard bone snap then. Both men look hurt, Sound!

Sound: Duh.

Boice: Bryson and Drew pick the two men up again, looks like they are going for more of the same. NO! Austin and Steel sidestepped and Steel with the flying fist taking down Bryson while Austin hits his bionic elbow strike.

Sound: YAY…. More striking... I am so excited.

Boice: There’s not a lot of time for anything else and now Gray has finally started climbing the second cage so it’s going to get even more crowded.

Sound: I think he’s taken nearly the full 45 seconds to get there.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Sound: I knew it!

”Zero” by Alter Bridge hits loud over the PA and the crowd goes off for the Television Champion. David GS responds by flashing the horns quickly at the crowd who rise even louder. Then he sprints at top speed into the match racing up the side of the first cage.

Boice; The crowd loves this guy, and why not when he has so much energy? Look at him go he’s already on top of the first cage and he’s spotted Gray who is still trundling up the second cage.

DGS grabs Gray by the ankle and yanks him back down to the top of the first cage.

Sound: I’m not sure about this. Both these men are fresh; they should be attacking someone who is a bit tired instead.

Boice: Gray lands on his feet and he delivers a stinging elbow to the head of DGS. DGS counters with a chop to the chest. Gray doesn’t even flinch and takes DGS down with a DDT!

Sound: He just ate steel!

Boice: Thanks for that. Gray looking like he wants to extract some more punishment waiting for DGS to rise up!

Sound: SPEAR! SPEAR!

Boice: What a spear! DGS with the kip-up and immediately spears Gray hard into the side of the second cage!

Sound: That time I definitely heard bone snap!

Boice: Gray clutching at his ribs and looking worse for wear. Tornado DDT! Oh my god! Tornado DDT right off the cage! There goes Gray!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Gray is a puddle in the ash below and DGS gives him a mock salute before making his way up the second cage.

Sound: Gray paid the price for his lethargy there. You need intensity in this match!

Boice: You said it was a good strategy!

Sound: Shut up, Jack.

Boice: Meanwhile the chaos continues in the top ring. Eastwood, Steele and Anwyl are all down on the mat and not getting up in a hurry!

Sound: How did that happen?

Boice: I’m not really sure. I was too busy watching DGS be awesome.

Sound: Me too.

Boice: Well here he comes again and this time he may find things a bit tougher as he grabs a hold of Austin!

Sound: Austin has been in this match for a long time now. He must be starting to feel it. Especially after a title match already completed tonight!

Boice: Well, that wasn’t really much of a match, if you’re talking about the C-4 title match, but I won’t argue with that and it looks to be the case with DGS having the upper hand here linking not one, not two but three back body drops to Austin! Ouch!

Sound: Nice chain!

Boice: Austin to his feet again and here comes another NO! Drew with the back heel to the head and DGS goes down for the first time tonight!

Sound: Austin looks too tired to capitalize and now he is having a break in the corner. Nice tactic.

Crowd: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

”Grace” by Ed Kowaczyk keys the crowd to the arrival of the former Abandoned Champion, as Leon, looking a little worse for wear makes his way down to the Mountain.

Sound: Say hello to the former Abandoned Champion! Hah!

Boice: Here’s Leon Caprice, and yes, I don’t like his chances at all for this thing! Like some of the other guys here such as Chris Austin and Jack Eastwood, he’s pretty banged up after having a match earlier!

Sound: And losing it!

Boice: Well, it was unfortunate indeed.

Sound: And a little pathetic.

Boice: Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, we’re only a little over halfway through our monumental Mt. V number three, and already it’s been an interesting match! We’ve seen GSW make their impact already, but really, looking at the big picture, we’ve only just scratched the tip of the iceberg!

Sound: I don’t think that’s how the idiom goes, Boice.

Boice: It isn’t, but it’s very apropos for this match! Now, only seven men remain waiting in the wings, we’re almost about to herald the arrival of entrant number #24 in just a little while, and man is this brawl getting hot!

Sound: See, this is the kind of match that separates the men from the boys. Chris Austin, he’s been in the match since the beginning. J.L. Anwyl has impressed me as well, I never thought he’d make it this far. But GSW? They did a number, for sure. They made their mark. But in the end, most of them got thrown out.

Boice: But something tells me they were never really in the match to go the distance, Dalby. They really just wanted to come in here and cause some chaos.

Sound: Well, that’s pretty short-sighted.

Just then, the buzzer goes off as the countdown timer gets to zero, as Bite It You Scum by C.G.Allin plays. Eddie Chamberlain runs from the back and quickly climbs the first cage.

Boice: Here’s #24, and it’s Eddie Chamberlain!

Sound: I haven’t seen Eddie Chamberlain on FMW television for a while. I’m not sure I like his chances.

Boice: Chamberlain likes to talk a big game, but in this match, there are no favorites. As long as you’ve got sure footing on the cell, you’ve got a fighting chance.

Sound: I can’t say I disagree.

Boice: At this moment Nick Bryson is still going at it with Drew and Drew alone, he REALLY has it out for him. In the meantime J.L Anwyl going at it with fellow Aussie Leon Caprice, the newly rechristened Jack Eastwood fighting with Doc, and Chris Austin going at it with Abel Steele!

Sound: Eddie Chamberlain makes the top and he’s stalking the rest of the competitors like a predator scouting his prey.

Boice: Anwyl really having a great night for a rookie here, he’s forcing Leon to the edge, will he be able to eliminate Leon here?

Sound: Oh my, if he manages to pull it off I will forever sing his praises!

Boice: I’ll hold you to that bet! Anwyl brings Leon to his knees with a low dropkick… but here comes Leviticus with a flashback to Anwyl, and DGS has joined the scene too!

Sound: What’s going on in here?

Boice: Wait, the match seems to have stopped for these three men, they’re looking at one another! Leviticus is gesturing at DGS towards Leon! Remember, earlier tonight DGS mentioned something about considering an offer!

Sound: …So you’re saying DGS is also GSW?

Boice: It looks like it! GSW’s dominance continues tonight, it seems!

DGS pauses, and grins, smiling confidently at Leviticus. He turns towards Leon, whose back is facing the edge of the cell, and takes a step… but then turns to Leviticus and socks him with a right!

Boice: WAIT! NO! DGS IS NOT GSW!

Sound: What the hell is going on in here?

Boice: DGS pulls Leon up to his feet!

Leon and DGS shake hands.

Boice: It seems that DGS has joined the Sons of Attrition! This is what he was alluding to earlier all along, not GSW!

At that moment, the countdown buzzer goes off again and Four Words (To Choke Upon) by Bullet For My Valentine plays!

Boice: And PX is number 25!

Sound: Oh, here we go. I may not like the idea of it, but I can’t help but think that PX is likely to be a dark horse to win this thing. Or at least, make the finals.

Boice: Wait, hold on, Eddie Chamberlain tries to crash DGS and Leon’s little moment… but they dodge and Chamberlain manages to stop himself before he flies over the edge of the cell!

Sound: That… that was a rookie mistake.

Boice: Leon tells DGS that he can handle this, and Chamberlain and Leon go at it!

Sound: I hope he can throw Leon off.

Boice: Now if you notice… Nick and Drew have a little world of their own. It’s like they’re owning whatever part of the cage they’re on, and no one is bothering them.

Sound: Somebody should get up on that second cage. I mean the third cage won’t be until later, but it would be best if you jockeyed into position.

Boice: No way, you don’t have to take the risk just yet. The third cage won’t be until #30, you don’t have to risk your life up on the top.

Sound: And Bryson just whipped Drew into the cage wall! YES!

Boice: Hold on, look at this, Eddie’s got Leon in a suplex position!

Sound: Caprice is in for a hard landing!

Boice: He’s trying to get him up, but Leon is resisting!

Sound: Come on, do it!

Boice: Leon breaks the hold! He breaks the hold!

Sound: No!

Boice: Leon leaps into a dropkick, and Chamberlain flies backward and off the cell! Oh god! Eddie Chamberlain has been eliminated!

Sound: No! Dammit!

Boice: He’s gonna feel that in the morning! Meanwhile DGS has the man who previously wore the TV championship, PX! This is a heated battle, full of emotion, for sure!

As Eddie Chamberlain falls off the cell, the countdown buzzer goes off and Im Made of Wax Larry, What Are You Made Of? By A Day To Remember plays!

Boice: Oh man, look at the look on Leon’s face when he heard the first note of that song!

Sound: He’s staring down the face of the man who took his Abandoned Championship, and if he doesn’t watch his back, someone might sucker punch him off that cell!

Boice: That’s true, he’s still in the match! He can’t look dumb there waiting for Apostasy to get up the cell!

Sound: Actually, he can do it. I won’t mind.

Boice: DGS still going at it with PX, look at PX just unloading on the man who beat him!

Sound: Speaking of unloading, Bryson is really taking it to Drew!

Boice: Abel Steele and Doc fighting Eastwood and Anwyl right there on the second cage too, cYnical fighting Leviticus, everyone is evenly matched and there isn’t any outnumbering going on!

Sound: Is Leon still waiting for Apostasy like a dork?

Boice: No, Chris Austin got on his case now, now they’re going at it. I bet Austin must be really tired right now.

Sound: He’s still going hard there, he knows the ins and outs of this match.

Boice: You’d think he’d pick his spots to conserve energy, but that just shows you the kind of workhorse Austin is.

Sound: No doubt about it. I’m really impressed with his performance.

Boice: Apostasy has made it to the first cell… and he’s heading straight for the top of the second cage!

Sound: Leon knocks down Austin for a while there and starts heading up too!

Boice: cYnical just going at it with Leviticus here, one of the leaders of GSW, and imagine if he won? That’s a huge boost to the invading faction!

Sound: Let’s hope so, so that their efforts won’t be in vain… nah.

Boice: Back to the Drew vs. Bryson saga, Drew has managed to incapacitate Bryson, and he’s taking the time to make his way up to the second cage as well!

The countdown reaches zero and Warrior Code by Dropkick Murphy’s plays!

Boice: The Sons of Attrition gain one more as the new Ultraviolent Champion Celt joins their ranks! Entering this late, Celt has a good chance of winning here!

Sound: You mean the Sons have a good chance of winning here. They’re gonna play the numbers game!

Boice: You can’t blame them, though. PX, Austin, Apostasy, DGS and Leon are on top of the second cage now and the stakes are pretty high right now!

Sound: Told you they were gonna get up there eventually.

Boice: Celt is climbing the first cell now and he’ll join his brethren soon, and you can see the look on Jack Eastwood’s face! He’s seeing red!

Sound: He’s not happy about losing the title match earlier this evening! And you have to remember, they’re both pretty beat up!

Boice: Celt sees Eastwood and smiles! He actually wants to get it on! No homo.

Sound: Celt has always blurred the line between bravery and stupidity, usually on the side of stupidity.

Boice: Celt quickens his pace, and Eastwood is there to meet him! Jack isn’t even waiting until Celt makes the second cage, he’s already trying to stomp him off the edge!

Sound: Yeah, see, that’s a smart tactic. If there’s someone you want to get rid of from the get-go, that’s how you do it. You make sure he doesn’t even get to plant his feet on the floor.

Boice: But Celt is ready for it, and while Eastwood manages to stomp him a little, Celt catches his sole and trips him backwards!

Sound: Dammit!

Boice: Celt goes to help his SoA brethren, trying to even up the odds… but Eastwood is back on his feet and pulls Celt out of the fray! It’s Eastwood vs. Celt!

Sound: That’s good, divide and conquer. Leon Caprice and David GS are getting owned by PX, Apostasy and Chris Austin. That’s how you make sure a faction doesn’t take over this match.

Boice: cYn goes to the top of the second cage as well, Leviticus too, and everyone is on the top now! Any elimination at this point MAY be a career-ender!

Sound: There’s no doubt about that, but that’s what makes this match so awesome. It’s a trial by fire, and it’s decisive. Well, mostly. You really eliminate your foes. No complicated scenarios. Just one winner.

Boice: Eastwood rolling around with Celt, they have to watch out for the edges!

Sound: You know what would be funny? If they rolled over back to the first cell.

The countdown buzzer goes off once more and SETH OMEGA THEME SONG plays as Seth Omega comes out to huge boos!

Boice: Here comes Seth at number 28! That means two men are left waiting in the wings!

Sound: Look at that big lug, smiling like it was his business to win this match. News flash, you shouldn’t even be here, you took out a nasty bump earlier.

Boice: I suppose when there’s a will, there’s a way, and he’s gingerly making his way over to the structure!

Sound: That’s pathetic, really.

Boice: In the meantime Abel Steele and Doc have some pretty good chemistry going on in here, going up against J.L. Anwyl and Leviticus now, and these four men are putting on a hardcore clinic right now!

Sound: Please, Jack, there’s no such thing.

Boice: Well, they seem to be inventing it! Seth going up the cell really slowly!

Sound: This is quite sad to watch.

Boice: Leon’s got Apostasy, PX has DGS, and Celt has Eastwood, and Chris Austin is now watching the carnage unfold, it seems as though fatigue has finally taken hold of him and now he’s picking his spots!

Sound: Bryson and Drew trading shots with one another now, they’ve really isolated themselves in this match. I am truly amazed.

Boice: Everyone knows their history and everyone is wise enough not to get in the way. Seth Omega now on top of the first cell and making his way to the second cage.

Sound: Wow, he made it?

Boice: Yes he did, and he’s not trying to go any faster, I’m guessing he’s taking his time so he could just pick off the scraps.

Sound: That lazy fatard.

Boice: cYnical engaging Chris Austin now and everyone’s got an opponent it seems!

Sound: I can’t wait for the last pillar to come down. Really, I can’t wait.

Boice: Yeah, let’s remind the viewers, if this is your first time watching a Mt. Vesuvius match, nobody can win the match UNTIL after the pillar holding the torch has come down, which is after the last entrant has come out.

Sound: …What happens if everyone gets eliminated before the torch comes down?

Boice: Well… that’s just a bummer.

Sound: True.

Boice: Seth Omega has finally reached the top… and here comes cYnical with a charging dropkick straight to Seth’s head! Oh my god!

Sound: Hah, damn!

Boice: Seth’s just been LAUNCHED off Mt. V!

Sound: Just the way I like it!

Boice: Seth has barely gotten up to the second tier and he already flies right back down, and oh my god, let’s get someone to look at him, he’s taken two nasty bumps tonight already!

Sound: You hear that? The crowd is going crazy! They love it! They don’t care about him!

Boice: Still… he may have been killed by the fall! Come on, EMTs! Get in there!

As EMTs rush out to check up on the heavily battered Seth Omega, ”The Might of Rome” by Hans Zimmer plays as MASS Caesar comes out to a great reaction from the crowd.

Boice: One man goes down hard and the second to the last man is here! Number 29 is none other than MASS Caesar!

Sound: Now things just got interesting.

Boice: And back to the fighting on the cage, Leon and Apostasy are bitterly going at each other, PX still has DGS, Celt has both Austin and Eastwood, and it’s still Nick Bryson vs. Drew Michaels!

Sound: It’s all bitter rivalries from here on out, I’ve noticed.

Boice: Yes indeed, it’s an interesting thing to note. Caesar climbing the cell now and it’s only a matter of time until he joins the fray!

Sound: They should be glad he doesn’t have a sword or a spear with him.

Boice: That’s true. I can’t imagine him managing to climb Mt. V carrying a weapon.

Sound: Don’t let it take anything away from Caesar’s skill, though.

Boice: Oh, not at all. MASS Caesar is a veritable warrior in his own right. Leon and Apostasy playing dangerously close to the edge of the second cell now, the other members of the SoA should take note of that!

Sound: Come on, Apostasy, take him out!

Boice: Leon gets rocked and rattled with every shot Apostasy gives him and he needs to get away from that edge if he doesn’t want to get eliminated!

Sound: …Who the hell wants to get eliminated?

Boice: It’s just a saying. MASS Caesar made it to the top of the first cell now and he’s about to get on top of the second cage!

Sound: Look at Leon. He’s really on the verge now, literally and figuratively.

Boice: Leon literally hanging on to the chainlink floor of the cage roof as Apostasy is trying to chuck him off, it’s like déjà vu!

Sound: This is amusing.

Boice: Leon manages to push off Apostasy and here comes Celt to take care of him, making sure his SoA brother gets enough time to recover.

Sound: Damn!

As Celt focuses on Apostasy, Leon is busy trying to find his footing, when all of a sudden…

Boice: Wait, here comes RCA! Austin with the Class Dismissed on Leon! Class Dismissed!

Sound: Yes!

Boice: Leon falls off the cage and lands on the cell, but… he doesn’t stop!

Leon lands with a thud on the roof of the first cell, but the momentum of his fall keeps him rolling, and rolling off the edge of the cell.

Sound: Caprice rolls off the cell! You know what that means!

Boice: Leon Caprice has been eliminated! That’s another elimination for Chris Austin, who’s been in this match since number one, and one man down for the Sons of Attrition!

Sound: Take that, SoA!

Boice: SoA is down to the Celt and David GS!

The countdown timer goes off, for the last time, as Friend Like me by Wayne Bergeron plays to herald the arrival of the last entrant, the FMW Commissioner himself!

Boice: Ohhh my, I should have known! The FMW Commissioner himself is the last entrant of this year’s Mt. V, putting himself in prime position to win the match!

Sound: Hey, when you’ve got the power, you’re in the position to make all the right moves!

Boice: And this also signals the fall of the third cage! Smitten is casually climbing the cage, it looks like he’s not going to be in any rush to get into the fray!

Sound: However the fighting still rages on! Look at the young Anwyl! He’s taunting the boss almost, waiting for him to climb up!

Boice: Smitten has his eyes locked in on the upstart too! He’s reached the top of the cage and- WAIT! PURE EXTREMIST FROM BEHIND! PURE EXTREMIST THROWS ANWYL INTO SMITTEN! BOTH MEN GO FLYING OFF THE CAGE TO THE GROUND!

Sound: Wow! Anwyl and Christian Smitten are both eliminated!

Boice: And just like that the boss man is done!

Sound: The point isn’t just to eliminate Smitten though, Boice! Back on the cage Drew and Bryson are still going at it! Cynical has his sights on Pure Extremist- AND SO DOES DOC!

Boice: Doc and Cynical clothesline PX to the chain! Now both of them are fighting over who gets to eliminate PX! Doc with a right! Cynical with a right! WAIT! HERE COMES ABEL STEELE!

Sound: Steele charging with the clothesline!

Boice: Doc with a right that spins Cynical! Cynical is dazed, but he sees Steele! CYNICAL DUCKS! STEELE PLANTS DOC! DOC GOES FLYING! DOC IS OFF THE CAGE AND TO THE GROUND! DOC IS ELIMINATED!

Sound: Steele cant believe it!

Boice: Now look, Cynical is trying to turn Steele’s misfortune into a gain! He’s getting up to his feet! Cynical’s going go try to take Steele from- NO! EASTWOOD OUT OF NOWHERE AND HE THROWS CYNICAL BY THE TRUNKS OFF THE CAGE!

Sound: Cynical has been eliminated![b]

[b]Boice: Incredible luck there for Steele as that near elimination snaps him back to his senses! Steele is quick to attack his accidental savior, Eastwood! I still cant believe Steele accidentally eliminated Doc!

Sound: Get over it Boice, because theres still more action going on! Leviticus is now brawling with Caesar! Steele and Eastwood are focused on each other and Drew and Nick are STILL going at it!

Boice: LOOK! APOSTASY IS TRYING TO CLIMB THAT TOP CAGE!

Sound: In the confusion it looks like he’s slipped past some members! Wait! DGS was right behind him!

Boice: DGS is just able to pull down Apostasy! Those two are brawling now and here comes AUSTIN! AUSTIN WITH A DROPKICK THAT HITS BOTH MEN! DGS AND APOSTASY FALL BACK TO CAGE ONE!

Sound: Back on the other side of the cage! PX Is trying to take advantage of a fallen DGS! He’s going to push the man-

Boice: NOT IF CELT CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! CELT SAVING HIS SoA COMRADE! HE THROWS PX BACK INTO THE CAGE!

Sound: PX is about to be in a world of pain, Boice!

Boice: Celt dodges a right from PX! A Knee to the gut sends PX to one knee! Celt’s rearing back- NO! PX WITH A LOW BLOW!

Sound: Redact that last statement, Celt’s in danger!

Boice: PX walks over to Celt! NO! CELT TAXES X BY SURPRISE! CELT PULLS PX BY THE FRONT OF HIS TRUNKS AND THROWS HIM OFF THE CAGE! PX TRIES TO GRAB HOLD BUT FAILS! THE CELT JUST ELIMINATED PURE EXTREMIST!

Sound: His own brother even! Anything goes on the cage!

Boice: Leviticus drops Caesar and he looks down now! He’s going to go after the wounded Celt! Leviticus with a clothesline rocks the Celt and sends him to the roof of the cage! Leviticus is standing over the body of the Celt! He’s writing out G - S - W with his hands!

Sound: Showmanship gets you everywhere! Like a shark in water, Boice! Leviticus moves in for the kill!

Boice: Leviticus is starting to lift the Celt! WAIT! Apostasy is back up! Apostasy with a right that rocks Leviticus’ jaw! Apostasy pushes Leviticus into the cage! Knee to the gut doubles Leviticus over and APOSTASY THROWS HIM OFF! LEVITICUS IS ELIMINATED!

Sound: Steele and Austin have found each other on the other side of the cage! Drew and Nick are still off in their own little world! Caesar is still on top of the second cage! Celt is still down and-

Boice: OH MY GOD! APOSTASY TURNED AROUND AND DGS HAS JUST SPEARED HIM OFF! BOTH MEN GO FLYING!

Sound: NOT SO FAST BOICE! LOOK DGS HAS GRABBED HOLD OF THE FIRST CAGE WALL!

Boice: DGS SAVES HIMSELF BUT NO SUCH LUCK FOR APOSTASY! APOSTASY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Sound: Oh, how cute. Celt’s helping his teammate up now. He certainly owes him one.

Boice: Austin is trying to go blow for blow with Steele! Bad choice of attack if I say so myself! Steele is one of, if not THE best brawler in FMW Today!

Sound: A right hook ROCKS Austin! Austin is sent to a knee! Another puts Austin down on the cage! Look! Celt’s got DGS Up! EASTWOOD FROM NOWHERE!

Boice: AS CELT PULLS UP DGS EASTWOOD PUSHES CELT OFF FROM BEHIND! CELT IS ELIMINATED!

Sound: DGS isn’t taking kindly to that!

Boice: DGS is EXPLODING on Eastwood now! A series of punches pushed Eastwood back into the cage! DGS is refusing to let up the blows! EASTWOOD IS BEING HIT SO HARD HIS BODY IS LITERALLY MAKING A DENT INTO THE SECOND CAGE!

Sound: Look now! Caesar is trying to approach Bryson and Drew on the second cage! Drew’s clothesline is ducked by Bryson! DREW IS GOING TO RUN HAD FIRST INTO CAESAR!

Boice: Drew ducks and pops Caesar up with that tackle! OH HOLY HELL!

Sound: CHRIST!

Boice: ASS CAESAR POPPED UP IN THE AIR BRYSON RAN OVER AND TACKLED HIM MIDAIR! CAESAR IS FLYING THROUGH THE AIR! HE BOUNCES OFF THE EDGE OF CAGE ONE BUT HE CANT CATCH A GRIP! MASS CAESAR HAS FALLEN TO THE GROUND AND IS ELIMINATED!

Sound: And Bryson is seemingly oblivious! He’s charged directly for Drew again!

Boice: Back on cage one! DGS has literally punched and kicked Eastwood’s face open! Eastwood is bleeding and still in the dent on the cage! Steele walks over to Austin who tries to flip Steele off the second tier! Steele grabs hold and both men fall back to tier one near DGS!

Sound: Looks like that hurt Austin more, possibly. Steele is wincing in pain but he’s moving pretty quickly!

Boice: Right you are, Sound-

Sound: As usual.

Boice: Steele is back up to his feet fairly quickly! He’s stomping into Austin now! DGS from behind though possibly saves Austin!

Sound: Unwise!

Boice: DGS is looking to make a statement! He’s the last surviving SoA member! Steele is thrown into the cage face first! DGS now focusing on Austin too! He’s making this a three versus one!

Sound: Completely UnSound choice there!

Boice: DGS putting the boots to the dazed Austin, WAIT! AUSTIN GRABS HIS FOOT! DRAGON WHIP SENDS DGS TO THE CHAIN QUICK!

Sound: Excellent maneuver there.

Boice: LOOK! EASTWOOD IS MOVING!

Sound: Holy hell, how is he!?

Boice: Eastwood is trying to climb the cage! Nobody has noticed him! Austin lays a few more boots onto DGS before he turns! He’s seen Eastwood’s climb! Austin runs, HE LEAPS! FLYING FOREARM DROPS EASTWOOD BACK TO TIER ONE!

Sound: Drew and Bryson seem oblivious to their surroundings, Boice! These two are still going at it! This is insane!

Boice: Eastwood is slow to get back to his feet! He’s on one knee and- OH! OCCAMS RAZOR!

Sound: THAT MAY HAVE BROKE HIS JAW!

Boice: OCCAMS RAZOR ROCKS EASTWOODS WORLD!

Sound: Austin isn’t done either!

Boice: DGS IS GETTING TO HIS FEET! AUSTIN WITH THE CHARGE! OCCAMS RAZOR SENDS DGS FLYING! DGS TRIES TO GRAB ONTO THE CAGE BUT HE LOSES HIS FINGERING! DGS IS ELIMINATED!

Sound: Hand it to Austin, Boice! The man’s got a second wind from nowhere!

Boice: Steele’s shaken up a bit but he’s climbing to the second tier! Austin sees him and he’s following suit! Eastwood is slowly making his way over too!

Sound: It’s down to just these few, Boice! One of these men will win it all!

Boice: Steele tries to approach Bryson and Drew! Perhaps he’s looking for some redemption!

Sound: You mean from when he was cheated from his victory!?

Boice: Personal opinions aside that’s probably the moment I’m referring to! Steele enters the tornado that is Drew and Bryson! Bryson’s right connects to Drew! Drew throws a left, BRYSON GRABS HIS PUNCH! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ON STEELE!

Sound: Some impromptu tag work here. Most likely instinct kicking in!

Boice: Bryson whips Drew! Drew is heading right for Eastwood, who has just gotten to the second tier! Eastwood tries to throw a punch but fails! Drew grabs his arm to slow himself down! He wrenches the arm, pulls Eastwood close! SUPLEX FROM DREW! EASTWOOD IS FLUNG OFF THE SECOND TIER! HE BOUNCES OFF THE EDGE OF THE FIRST ONE! EASTWOOD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Sound: Austin now trying to take it to Bryson! Kick to the gut! COULD WE SEE ANOTHER OCCAMS RAZOR!?

Boice: NO! BRYSON DROPS LOW AS AUSTIN’S HEADSHOT MISSES! BRYSON HOOKS AUSTIN AS HE GOES OVER HIM! SICKLE TOUCH! SICKLE TOUCH ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

Sound: I don’t think they’ve been paying attention but Steele is back up and he’s climbing the third tier! He’s going for the torch!

Boice: Drew charges over though! Drew with a furious punch to the back of Steele’s knee! Another one! Steele is able to land a kick to Drew’s face that sends him to a knee, though Steele’s knee looks like its in bad shape!

Sound: LOOK!

Boice: BRYSON CHARGES FORWARD! HE LEAPS OFF DREWS BACK! BRYSON GRABS ON STEELE AND PULLS HIM BACK TO THE CAGE WITH A LUNGBLOWER! THE IMPACT HAS TORN PART OF THE CAGE, SOUND!

Sound: Who makes these things!? Can we not get some industrial strength chain in here!

Boice: Steele has rolled off back to tier one! Bryson is moving slowly, AND HE FALLS TO TIER ONE TOO!

Sound: Drew see’s his opportunity again! He’s going to climb the third tier and take it all!

Boice: NOT IF AUSTIN CAN HELP IT! AUSTIN WITH A BLOW TO DREWS BACK! ANOTHER ONE! AUSTIN HOOKS DREWS LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS! HES PULLED DREW OFF THE CAGE!

Sound: I don’t think Austin realizes where he is! Boice do something!

Boice: Austin staggers with Drew on his shoulders! NO! AUSTIN DON’T!

Sound: HES TOO CLOSE TO THE EDGE!

Boice: AUSTIN USES THAT ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! HE’S TOO CLOSE TO THE LEDGE AND MISSES THE CAGE COMPLETELY! BOTH MEN FALL BACK TO TIER ONE!

Sound: Oh my god!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Boice: All four remaining men are down! Bryson isn’t moving! Steele isn’t moving! Least of all Drew and Austin! These men have damn near killed themselves!

Sound: That’s the allure of the Torch, Boice.

Boice: I don’t know whats going to happen! We’ve never had someone not finish the match! I don’t know what the protocol is!

Sound: To be honest with you Boice I don’t either.

Boice: Again neither man is moving, but after what we just witnessed I cant say I would be either.

Sound: Bryson gave Steele a lungblower from almost the top of the third tier that literally tore the second tier roof. Austin just dropped himself and Drew to their doom.

Boice: In a night full of amazing feats I think these two have- OH! LOOK!

Sound: Impossible!

Boice: BRYSON IS THE FIRST ONE TO MOVE! HE’S SLOWLY CRAWLING TO HIS KNEES!

Sound: SIGNS OF LIFE FROM ABEL STEELE!

Boice: LOOK SOUND! DREW IS PULLING HIMSELF TO THE CAGE WALL TOO!

Sound: Austin is still just breathing! This is insane, Boice. Even I’m in awe right now.

Boice: The crowd is roaring as these men struggle to get back to their feet! All four men have that torch burning bright in their minds!

Sound: I see what you did there.

Boice: Bryson is pulling himself up using the cage! Drew is doing the same! LOOK! AUSTIN IS GETTING TO HIS FEET NOW!

Boice: AND WE HAVE A BALLGAME!

Boice: Bryson walks over to Steele! He stomps his back! Austin lunges at Drew but he misses!

Sound: Poor thinking!

Boice: Steele with a kick to the gut! Steele is up but he stumbles to the cage wall too!

Sound: Who wants it more, Boice?

Boice: AUSTIN AND STEELE CHARGE FROM THE WALL AT THE SAME TIME, NO! BRYSON AND DREW BOTH DUCK! TANDEM WHIPS BACK INTO THE CAGE HAVE AUSTIN AND STEELE FACE FIRST INTO THE CHAIN!

Sound: WHAT AN INSANE EXCHANGE!

Boice: TANDEM WHIPS AGAIN FROM DREW AND BRYSON SEND BOTH OPPONENTS IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION! AUSTIN AND STEELE GO FLYING OF THE CAGE AND BOTH MEN ARE ELIMINATED!

Sound: Ooh. The crowd knows whats going on now.

Boice: THE CROWD IS ELECTRIC AS THE TWO FORMER PARTNERS ARE THE LAST MEN STANDING! THEY HAVENT REALIZED IT YET!

Sound: I think that situation is about to be remedied, Boice.

Boice: Bryson slowly turns! Drew slowly turns! They both look at each other through the cage! THEY BOLT! MAD DASH UP THE CAGE!

Sound: These two are bringing out the best in each other tonight, Boice!

Boice: Bryson and Drew are almost step for step! They’ve both reached tier two! Drew’s starting to climb tier three, BUT BRYSON IS MAKING A BEE LINE FOR HIS COUSIN!

Sound: This may backfire gigantically!

Boice: BRYSON LEAPS! TACKLE DRIVES DREW BACK TO TIER TWO!

Sound: Lucky move there.

Boice: Bryson now laying boots into Drew! Two, Three, Four, Five shots to Drew’s chest!

Sound: Whats most amazing is this second wind both men have got, but who’s in worse shape?

Boice: Bryson turns! He’s going to-

Sound: Get tripped back to the chain!

Boice: Drew grab’s his cousin’s foot and pulls him back face first onto the cage! Drew is up and he’s grinding his cousin’s face into the chain!

Sound: Smart maneuvering there by Drew, even if he is a coward!

Boice: Bryson’s arms are flailing! He’s screaming in pain! WAIT! Bryson with an elbow planted into Drew’s jaw!

Sound: Another move pays off for Bryson.

Boice: Now Bryson shoots up to his feet! Drew is right behind him as both men reach the third tier! Drew throws Bryson’s head into the cage! Bryson counters back with an elbow to the gut!

Sound: DREW’S DOUBLED OVER! TAKE YOUR SHOT!

Boice: Bryson kicks Drew in the back of the knee! Drew drops to one knee and- WOW! BRYSON USES DRES BACK AS A SUPPORT AND LEAPS HALFWAY UP THE THIRD TIER!

Sound: Beautiful plan! What cunning!

Boice: Bryson is still getting his footing on the cage though! Drew is trying to grab Bryson by the leg in an attempt to pull him down!

Sound: Drew’s going to need to jump a little higher to do that.

Boice: Drew climbs the cage too! He pulls himself up! What strength! Drew has propelled himself up the cage and has grabbed Bryson’s trunks, pulling him back down!

Sound: BY THE TRUNKS! HOW UNDERHANDED!

Boice: Drew dodges a right from Bryson and lands with a blow of his own! Bryson drops to one knee! Drew turns to climb the cage- NO!

Sound: He left that window open too easily!

Boice: Bryson with a knee to the gut of Drew causes him to lose his gripping! Drew falls to the cage face first!

Sound: A taste of your own medicine, Drew!

Boice: Bryson lifts Drew in a last ditch attempt! SUPLEX- OH NO!

Sound: AH HA HA!

Boice: BRYSONS SUPLEX LANDS DREW ON THAT TORN PIECE OF CAGE! DREW’S LEG IS CAUGHT IN BETWEEN THE CAGE AND ITS FRAME!

Sound: This is Bryson’s chance! He’s gotta book it now while Drew’s stuck!

Boice: This exchange has almost entirely drained both men it seems, Sound! Bryson is breathing heavy leaned up against the side of the cage while Drew is barely breathing! His leg still stuck in the cage!

Sound: You can see that he’s pierced his skin too, Drew’s beginning to bleed.

Boice: Bryson apparently has enough to try and continue forward! Bryson begins his climb!

Sound: GO FASTER THAN THAT YOU FOOL!

Boice: Bryson is- WAIT! DREWS SHOT UP! HES STRUGGLING TO REMOVE HIS LEG!

Sound: LOOK ON IN AWE DREW! THAT’S ALL YOU CAN DO!

Boice: DREW WITH A MIGHTY ROAR AND- OH GOD!

Sound: That’s horrible!

Boice: DREW PULLS HIS LEG FROM THE CAGE! HE SCREAMS AS THE PIECES OF METAL TEAR INTO HIS LEG!

Sound: He’s bleeding profusely. I hope it makes him slip.

Boice: THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET AS DREW GETS TO HIS! HES CHARGED OVER TO THE THIRD TIER AND HES CLIMBING! HE’S CLOSE! COME ON DREW!

Sound: OH! Wheres your neutrality now!

Boice: THIS MAN HAS GIVEN HIS ALL! DAMN YOUR ACCUSATIONS, SOUND!

Sound: NO! YOU!

Boice: BRYSON IS NEAR THE TOP! DREW IS ALMOST THERE TOO! BRYSON IS PULLING HIMSELF UP! JUST AS HE GETS TO THE TOP DREW HAS REACHED THE EDGE!

Sound: RUN YOU FOOL RUN!

Boice: DREW IS TRYNG TO PULL HIMSELF UP! HIS LEG IS BLEEDING PROFUSELY! BRYSON IS UP TO HIS FEET!

Sound: FASTER! FASTER!

Boice: DREW IS UP TOO! BRYSON SEES DREW IS UP!

Sound: DON’T BLOW THIS!

Boice: BRYSON RUNS FORWARD! HE LUNGES! NO!

Sound: YES!

Boice: BRYSON TURNS ON THE GAS TAP! THE TORCH IS LIT! DREW IS GETTING TO HIS FEET!

Sound: QUICKLY, BRYSON!

Boice: BUT IT’S ALL MOOT NOW AS NICK GRABS THE TORCH JUST AS DREW TRIES TO LIMP OVER THERE! IT’S OVER! HE HAS IT! NICK BRYSON HAS WON MOUNT VESUVIUS!

Sound: VICTORY!

Sheila Blige: AND HERE IS THE WINNER OF THE MOUNT VESUVIUS MATCH... NIIIIIIIIICK BRYYYYYYYYYYSON!!!

Nick Bryson (4.24 aps + 1.4 avs = 5.64 total)
Drew Michaels (4.36 aps + 0.9 avs = 5.26 total)
Chris Austin (4.37 aps + 0.8 avs = 5.17 total)
Abel Steele (4.225 aps + 0.6 avs = 4.825 total)
Jack Eastwood (4.24 aps + 0.5 avs = 4.74 total)
Apostasy (4.27 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.57 total)
David GS (4.225 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.525 total)
Christian G. Smitten (4.12 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.52 total)
The Celt (4.29 aps + 0.1 avs = 4.39 total)
MASS Caesar (3.875 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.275 total)
Leviticus (3.9 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.2 total)
PX (4.09 aps + 0.1 avs = 4.19 total)
cYnical (3.775 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.175 total)
J.L. Anwyl (3.525 aps + 0.5 avs = 4.025 total)
Leon Caprice (3.94 aps + 0 avs = 3.94 total)
Eddie Chamberlain (3.9 aps + 0 avs = 3.9 total)
Gray (3.525 aps + 0.2 avs = 3.725 total)
Damien Inferno (3.51 aps + 0 avs = 3.51 total)
Axel van Osbourne (3.11 aps +0.3 avs = 3.41 total)
Matt Dunn (3.075 aps + 0.3 avs = 3.375 total)
Daniel Pleasant (3.025 aps + 0 avs = 3.025 total)
Trey Spruance (2.34 aps + 0.2 avs = 2.54 total)
Jeff Whitt (0 aps + 0.2 avs = 0.2 total)
Atlas Adams (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Butters (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Jack Phoenix (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Jeff Watson (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
John “Doc” Derrick (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Seth Omega (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Storm (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)

Boice: I can not believe this at all… I’m stunned.

Sound: BELIEVE IT BOICE! THAT JUST HAPPENED!

Boice: Both men drove each other to the brink tonight, Sound!

Sound: And Bryson prevailed the better man.

Boice: Well I wouldn’t say that. Bryson is atop the tiers now holding that torch with both hands! Drew is to his feet, still seemingly in awe.

Sound: As we all should be.

Boice: Drew is slowly walking over to Bryson-

Sound: Probably to try and screw him over!

Boice: The crowd doesn’t know what to think, though, as Bryson turns to face Drew! Drew is overlooking the crowd! Bryson has his eyes locked solely on his former tag team partner!

Sound: As he should!

Boice: The crowd ROARS as Drew extends his hand to his Cousin! I don’t believe it!

Sound: What!

Boice: Drew is overlooking the crowd! They may not approve but he’s doing the honorable thing he- WAIT!

As Drew finishes surveying the crowd he looks back at Bryson, who immediately pulls back the torch and swings with seemingly everything he has left in him, landing square on Drew’s face.

Boice: WHAT WAS THAT!

Sound: A GENIUS MANEUVER!

Boice: BRYSON HAS JUST ROCKED DREWS WORLD WITH THE TORCH! DREW IS STAGGERING OVER TO THE CORNER!

Sound: HERE COMES MORE!

Boice: BRYSON RUNS OVER AND SWINGS THE TORCH LIKE A MADMAN! HE CONNECTS ON DREWS CHIN! DREW IS SENT FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!

Sound: HERE IS YOUR ELIMINATION!

Boice: DREW BOUNCES OFF THE EDGE OF THE SECOND TIER! HE BOUNCES OFF THE FIRST TIER AND LANDS DRAPED OVER THE EDGE!

Sound: AND ONE MAN REIGNS SUPREME!

Boice: HOW COULD YOU NICK BRYSON!? HOW COULD YOU!? THIS IS APPALING!

Sound: NO ITS NOT!

Boice: I am DISGUSTED! In all my days-

Sound: The better man won the day, Boice! The BETTER man!

Boice: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Boice and for my broadcast partner-

Sound: I can give my own Sound off, thank you. I’m Dalby Sound.

Boice: This has been MOUNT VESUVIUS! Good Night! God!

The camera focuses on Nick Bryson, standing atop the three cages looking down at the carnage he caused. He raises the torch with one hand as he continues looking at his broken and battered cousin, Drew. Bryson looks up with a smile on his face as the camera fades to black.

OOC: THIS.

IS.

MT. V!


First of all, I'd like to apologize in behalf of staff for this show taking so damn long. As you can see... there's a reason why it took this long, and it required three posts of fun.

Second of all, I'd like to thank Nick Bryson, Hannibal Frost, Edward Bailey the Fourth, Nick Bryson, David GS, Leon Caprice, Abel Steele, Nick Bryson, the Tromboner Man, Nick Bryson. Oh, did I forget to mention Nick Bryson? Yeah.

Read and enjoy.

OOC: Why is it always Eddie who gets me? Also, ZOMG EPIC MATCH AND PPV ARE EPIC.

IC: ...(unconscious)...

OOC: The UV Championship and 8th place in Mount V; not bad for just one show.

IC: ...(also unconscious)...

Backstage during the Mount Vesuvius match, everyone not involved has their eyes glued to a monitor, or is helping the fallen make their way backstage. Everyone except for two, a guy busy packing his bags, and another approaching him with a microphone.

The man, another in FMW's endless line of replaceable interviewers that fill in when the name brand ones are busy.

"Alex, Alex, can we get a word."

no.

Alex O'Rion doesn't answer, he just shoves the last of his things into the duffel he uses as a home away from home and stands up. His back cracks in pain with the motion, and one hand sweeps up unconsciously to check the bandages holding his head together.

His mind is supposed to be a mess right now, scrambled, concussed. But he's never felt more focused.

"Come on Alex, tell the fans at home how you're feeling."

how the fuck you think I feel.

Again Alex doesn't answer, just tosses the duffel over his shoulder and heads towards the exit, ignoring the screams of the crowd as they cheer for the final few standing on FMW's mountain, one he holds the prize for but has never climbed. The interviewer puts his arms down, mic by his side, clearly frustrated at Alex's lack of response.

"You think you can just ignore me O'Rion, cause you used to be a big name. After the shit you just put out you're lucky to even have a fucking job here. Least you can do is answer some questions for the folks at home you washed up never wa..."

A resounding crack stops the man in his tracks as he crumples to the floor, his jaw protruding at an odd angle as hits the ground.

fuck you. fuck him. fuck this place.

He stops at the door to wipe some of the blood on his boot off before heading out into the night. Right by the door he sees a poster advertising the pay per view, his own smiling visage front and center, a mockery of what he did that night.

He rips the poster down and walks over it as he heads out the doors.

most importantly, fuck Alex O'Rion.

OOC: Hell of a show, I mean a truly great show to read, I'm sure I'll have criticisms later, but for now too tired to do anything but applaud the staff on a fun read and congratulate all the new champions. And of course Bry-Bry, when were fucking around with that on AIM I had no idea this could even possibly happened. Way to go man.

Finally, Ed, I'll make it up to you, we already talked.

IC: Hmmm...

OOC: Hmmm...

I don't actually know what to think to be perfectly honest. And if I don't, then Smitten has no fucking clue.

...ow.

A few things. The eliminations were presented horribly. Just bolding them was a bad idea. I liked it when Buster Cherry announced the eliminations, the match came off a lot smoother that way. There were a few typos and such, no biggie, that's gonna happen, especially in a multi-man effort such as this.

A few times, however, it felt as though the writers lost sight of how the cages were aligned. There were a few elminations from the second tier that just went straight down to the ash, when they probably should have at least bounced/rolled off the HIAC cage. The most notable one was Seth's elimination by way of cYn's dropkick. There's no way that you launch a 400 pound guy more than 6 feet laterally (approximately the width left between the edge and the steel cage after the second cage was brought down). And definitely not when there are ring ropes around the second cage. Note that I'm not singling out a writer (since I obviously don't even know who wrote that part), but come on, numerous descriptions and even a stellar picture was provided. That brand of ignorance should have been avoided with even a little bit of diligence.

Other than that, me gusta. Good work, peeps. A frontrunner for SOTY.

Also, on a different note (and I know that goes back to the roster thread issue, don't even think about bringing it up, Leon):

Rottata wrote:

The countdown buzzer goes off once more and SETH OMEGA THEME SONG plays as Seth Omega comes out to huge boos!

Lulz.

Matt P. Dunn is too busy coughing blood to comment.


OOC: Ok, so, at the end of it, did anyone not know it was me?

There wasn't a person on the roster who's been here longer than 9 months that didn't know it was you because you gave away WAY too much I'm afraid.

Quote :

Hi Matt,

Dunno if you were trying to be sneaky, but the "newly registered user" part says "Dunn".

^ PM from Ro the day I rejoined.

At the end of the day it didn't bother me that people knew, for the most part it's that characters didn't know.
Austin deciding to call my Philip sort of irritated me the first time, but it wasn't a big deal, not big enough for me to bother saying anything at the time anyway; because at that point I knew I was unmasking soon anyway.

Also, I'm a tad disappointed about my promo score, but I can see why it got that score; but now I don't have to make a point of avoiding the foundations of my promoing style, it'll hopefully get better.

Anyway, I'm waiting on more people to read this so I can get back to trash talking. =P

OOC: I could've sworn I counted more than two eliminations for Austin. Oh well I guess. Crapfuck I lost Mount V. Gay.

At least I had a great showing, I guess. Also, the Mount V match was inconsistent. It read like parts of it happened in a ring, then other parts on top of the cage and stuff like that. Was a really difficult read.

I want to say something IC, but apparently anything but unconsciousness is not accepted.


IC:

GOD DAMMIT. Every fucking time. One step forward, two back. I retain a title, and possibly lose a friend, then lose a ticket to Ultimatum thanks to Drew Fucking Michaels. Now I have to watch Nick Bryson of all people go instead. Mr. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone because I'm a legend but if you don't mind I'm gonna fuck around and win the Mount Vesuvius Torch to pass the time" and other asinine shit like that.

While I mull over the fact that yet another one of my "foolproof" approaches has once again failed. Shit.

Just fucking dammit. In a goddamn assbackwards match for a fucking hour if not more and not only do I lose the fucker I don't even have the decency to truly dominate it like I should have, instead I spend most of it allowing inferior pieces of gutter trash to have their moment in the sun, like that pissant turncoat Leviticus and his mediocre band of faggotry-drenched maggots in GSW.

This is unacceptable, Austin. Completely unacceptable. I give my performance the grade of F, pending further review of the tapes.

Wasted effort Austin. Total waste of time and a piss-poor effort.

OOC: Good show, shame I didn't win and everything but I wasn't expecting too.

OOC: Congrats go out to all the winners, and now we can move on so I can debut

IC: Such an honorable prize the Mt. V torch has become, only to be held by such a dishonorable man.

Clap, Clap, Clap

Bravo, Nick Bryson, Bravo. I honestly didn't think you had one more in you. I honestly didn't think you would last more than 5 minutes in this match. And the ending? You knocking that bible-thumping fundamentalist off the top of the cage? Perfect.

Now, I'm looking at all these unconscious people, and I'm thinking: Why did they even bother? There was just no way a lot of these guys were going to make it far in this match. They all probably think 'I tried my best', but frankly... That's a losers mentality. Trying your best - Those are the words of miserable excuses.

All in all, it was a good match. Yet... this match will be nothing compared to what's coming. It will be remembered as the excrement that was produced 1 show before FMW reached it's Platinum Age. Yes, people... The Platinum Superstar is coming... on your girlfriend and on the next show.

OOC: Great work guys! Huge congrats to everyone who won, especially Frost and Bryson. Now... I do believe it's time for LPW's biggest cheater to make his debut. Can't wait!

Crusoe: Jeff 'ill be with ya in a day or so, he's recoverin' from that hellacious match. As fer tha rest of ya, good work by GSW, eh? Who woulda thought Levi woulda had the most eliminations? Prolly not ya FMWers, but we knew Levi had that kind o' talent. Even if our boys didn't win, they had a hell of a showing, and with ol' Matt P. Dunn on our side, ya can be sure we ain't going away anytime soon.

We're settin' the Standard here, gents. Get use ta it.

OOC: Dunn, you're horrible at keeping your own dan secret.

Celt, great graphics. If these people want something to wear on their sigs, this would be it.

OOC: I've wanted to post this for awhile, so here goes

I've been doing this for... 7 years? Up until now, I had never won a title. So today is a good day for me. I'm really happy to have finally gotten this done. I wish I could have beaten Leon at his best, but winning a title, regardless of circumstance is a big honor. Thank you so much to everyone that voted for me, read my promos over the years, gave me feedback, talked to me on AIM, etc. Special thanks to Drew, Mass Chaos/CAESAR, Jaro, Trey and of course Bryson. You guys have always had my back over the years, and I can't thank you enough.

I know I'm not as active in this now as I used to be. I know I'm not on AIM ever, and I never trash talk. But I'm always accepted here, and this title is much appreciated.

And Leon, I think you'll like the angle Bryson has cooking for you and I.


IC:

...


Holy shit, I did it.

I mean, I wish I did better in the Mt. V match, but honestly who would have expected me to? I'm... a champion. I did what neither Edible could do. I think, at 20, I am the youngest Abandoned Champion. I have something to be proud of. Even if I lose this title on my first defense... nobody can take this accomplishment away from me.

Leon... that rematch is yours anytime.

The cameras find Inferno arguing with a medic back stage.

EMT: Sir, I'm sorry, but we can't let you go right now. After that match you could have numerous internal injuries to go with the damage to your face.

Damien stares down the visibly smaller EMT, anger evident in his eyes behind the cuts on his face.

Damien: Get out of my way, before I take out my grumpiness on your midget-ass.

The medic tries to stand up to the monster standing a good nine inches taller than him, but with a belated flinch, stands away from Damien's path. As he's walking away from the medic, muttering profane phrases under his breath, he notices the camera. The interviewer steps forward to ask a question, but is quickly shushed by Damien grabbing the mic and pushing her away.

Damien: Needless to say, tonight is not my fuckin' night. I got my ass handed to me and then got eliminated by that traitorous piece of shit, Matt Dunn.

The only thing that makes this close to worth it was hearing the crowd as my music hit the speakers and I stepped onto the stage. It brought back fond memories...

But, that doesn't matter. What matters is these douchebags from GSW and their self important bull shit. Every single one of you bastards needs a fucking pipe to crack your skull. Especially Dunn.
You turned your back on FMW asshole. Looks like you might've puut a target on you back...Heh heh heh. Don't be surprised if it makes my boot collide with your face.

Damien tosses the microphone back at the interviewer and walks off, FMW employees giving him as much space as possible to escape his anger.

OOC: You cats have taken a concept that Jaro and I came up with one sleepless night in college and turned it into something truly epic. Every cycle, I think to myself "They'll never live up to this one next year." And then you guys do. Bravo. Mt. V. was such a great match. The only thing that didn't make sense to me was a hurricane DDT off the cage. My mind just can't seem to wrap around that one. Haha

Anyway, it's been fun guys. I really wish I had time to participate more.

Keep on truckin'.

OOC: MT. V. will definitely be a match I will want to be taking part in next time it comes around lol. Awesome show, and from a someone news point of view loved it all, very good PPV lol.

Bryson: Oh man, I'm in so much pain. I think I pulled a muscle eliminating all those chumps and I may have strained my back going all babe ruth on Drew's face.

The prices one must pay for success.

Also, thank you Craig. You seem to understand amazing when its in front of you.

Also, asian guy. You're still horrid. I'm Mount Vesuvius winner, you're going to be curtain jerking. Dishonorable? Wheres the honor in being the piss break match? I suppose it has its purpose, but come on. In short, you suck.