FMW presents Catalyst 2008 PPV - RESULTS

Fireworks go off all around the RBC center, ending with a spectacular synchronized display at the Entrance superstructure and the ring. The camera pans all over the sold out RBC Center as the fans cheer wildly. We then go to ring side to our commentary teams: Stone and Boss Foxx of Alchemy and Robb Larsen and Morpheus of Anarchy.

Stone: Ladies and Gents, welcome to the first ever showing of Full Metal Wrestling Catalyst! I am Stone and I'm joined by my A-Brand partner in crime, Boss Foxx as well as our B-Brand buddies, Robb Larsen and Morpheus!

Foxx: I'm the leader of this A-Team, bitch! But yeah, everything else he said was right.

Morpheus: As if! Anarchy rules and Alchemy drools! And don't you two fag-whores forget it!

Larsen: You tell'em, Morph!

"The Arrival" by Atmosphere begins to play as “The Radical” Chris Austin, already dressed for his upcoming match, comes down to the ring to a thunderous ovation from the packed house at the RBC Center. Austin soaks in the cheers, tagging fists with some of the fans as he gets closer to the ring.

Larsen: And there's no better way to start off than an appearance by the man who put together are unbelievable card, this year's Hayabusa Cup winner and Catalyst GM Chris Austin who's now standing by inside the ring.

The shot is once again focused on Austin who is waiting patiently in the ring with a mic in his hand, as the cheers start to die down.

Austin: Although I had the power to book the card as I wished, I wanted to give the power to the people. And so, you’ve all made your choices and tonightyou'll finally get to see the card unfold just as you wanted it to! But I’m not out here to restate the obvious – I’m actually here because there's a bit of business I have to attend to.

At Alchemy 7.4, I called out X. For whatever reason X has been attacking me every chance that he’s gotten but when I called him down to face me man-to-man he instead victimized Romeo Vizzini, once again. Well, I don’t want anything like that to happen tonight as Romeo has a very important championship defense. More importantly, I don't want anything to ruin MY night as General Manager as well as my opportunity at the Ultraviolent Championship. I know X is in the building and I know he's intends to interfere in a match tonight. So let's get this unpleasant piece of business out of the way...

X... GET OUT HERE NOW!

The crowd cheers loudly but they immediately begin to boo as "Freak On A Leash" by Korn hits the sound-system. Instead of X making his entrance though, St. Michael Dreamkiller comes out with a microphone in hand as he gets greeted to the sound of resounding boos from the crowd.

Dreamkiller: You didn't book X on this "wonderful" card tonight and so X is NOT here. You see, nobody wants X. Everyone turns their back on X. At Lethal Injection, X helped the Resistance win the match. If not for X, the Original Sin would still be in control. And more importantly, I would still be in control! But how did the Resistance thank X for his services? They banished him along with me from FMW!

The fans cheer heavily to Dreamkiller's dismay.

Dreamkiller: There's only one person on this entire planet that cares about X, and that's ME! So I took X underneath my wing once again. I helped him get back on his feet. I held out my hand when nobody else would. I am a forgiving man and I can forgive X for his moment of weakness and accept him for who he is. And every time that X has come out and attacked somebody without warning, it was because I told him to! Why? Because since Lethal Injection, I've watched Full Metal Wrestling fall apart...

The crowd boos once more while Dreamkiller feigns concern. Austin just leans against the ropes and rolls his eyes towards Dreamkiller.

Dreamkiller: I've watched weaklings like Romeo Vizzini and yourself rise to power. And like the misguided buffoon that you are, you catered to these idiots and gave them the opportunity to run the show. You represent everything I despise in this world, Chris Austin! You represent the ultimate "good man." There isn't a selfish bone in your body and it makes me sick! Rather than grab the opportunity you had when you won the Hayabusa Cup by the throat and squeeze everything you could out of it, you essentially gave the opportunity away.

You're not going to last long in this business doing things like that, Austin. I'm here to put you out of your misery! So, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. You can either step aside and let me take over and run this pay-per-view and this company or I can have X come out here right now and tear you apart! What will it be, "Radical"?

Austin: You don't intimidate me, Dreamkiller. You're nothing but a mouth. You took X back because you're NOTHING without somebody to fall back on! When you're alone, you're vulnerable. And right now you're all by yourself, so let's do things the hard way, shall we!

Austin drops the mic and quickly exits the ring. He then starts to bolt up the ramp towards Dreamkiller who immediately hightails it. Austin chases Dreamkiller through the backstage area all the way to the parking lot. Once they enter the parking lot, a car driving at full speed heads right for Austin. The quick thinking Austin manages to escapes possible death by dodging the car with an evasive roll to one side.

The apparent distraction of the murderous automobile gives the lumbering X a clear opening to attack Austin from behind. X commences to beat the tar out of Austin as he strikes him with multiple chain-wrapped punches that cause RCA to stagger every time. Once X manages to drop Austin, Dreamkiller commands him to choke RCA with the chain, which X obeys without hesitation. X commences to nearly strangling the life out of Austin to the point of almost putting him to sleep, before Dreamkiller commands him to stand RCA up. X once again obeys before swinging Austin with violently with the chain and throwing him into a nearby wall.

Dreamkiller then advises X to knock over some machinery, which X manages to topple over right onto the prone Austin. With Austin finally dispatched, Dreamkiller takes it upon himself to laugh at the chaos that X just caused, before courting his monster away from the scene, while RCA remains buried underneath heavy machinery.

The scene then switches back into the arena, as the fans have grown utterly silent in concern for Chris Austin's condition after the brutal attack that they've just witnessed, while the focus once again returns to the announcing teams.

Larsen: Holy shit, this doesn't look good! Doesn't look good at all! That despicable sonnuvabitch Dreamkiller has gone overboard this time! Someone, quick - get the fucking med team over to Austin, ASAP!

Morpheus: Serves him right! No one told him to make the wrong decision! You always choose the easy way when it comes to Dreamkiller! Fuckface!

Foxx: Couldn't have said it better myself, Morph! At least he'll have yet another excuse to use when he epically fails tonight! Sucks to be him!

Stone: But the question here is will he able to compete at all tonight? And also, who the hell was in the driver's seat anyway? We'll be sure to keep you posted throughout FMW Catalyst on Chris Austin's status.

Larsen: While we wait for a word concerning Austin's condition, the show must go on and I can't think of a better way to start off than with a title match.

Morpheus: I can. A 6-pack of beer and your mom.

Larsen shakes his head and ignores the comment.





Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FMW Television Championship. Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in tonight at 250 pounds. Representing HavOc, he is the current FMW Television Champion...O'RION!

"Fuck You (An Ode To No One)" by The Smashing Pumpkins starts playing in the arena, and O'Rion steps out onto the entrance ramp holding Louis over his head. He takes a few steps, then turns behind him. He points Louis at the curtain, and Syanide steps out wearing a referee shirt. They make their way to the ring to a chorus of boos. Both men slide into the ring, and O'Rion takes the mic from Buster.

O'Rion: Well, folks, it seems that X's hands are tied at the moment, haha, and so the runner-up has no choice but to take his place in the match. And that, my friends, would be Syanide.

The crowd boos loudly as O'Rion hands the mic back to Buster.

Cherry: And the challenger, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, and weighing in tonight at 218 pounds. He is the Rising Star...CHRIS KELSON!

"Click, Click, Boom" by Saliva hits the PA, and the light in the arena becomes gold tainted as a waterfall pyro falls down from under the MetalTron. Kelson comes out of the curtain, bouncing from one foot to the other through the pyrofall. He then points to the sky with his right arm slightly bent and his left arm bent with his hand at head level as shooting star-like pyros shoot in the air and the waterfall stops. He walks down the aisle towards the ring, looking at the unfavorable situation which awaits him. He then walks towards the stairs and climbs them, only to climb the turnbuckle with his left foot on the second rope and his right foot on the top one as he keeps his eyes on O'Rion and Syanide. He jumps in the ring as Buster exits.





Larsen: I can't believe this crap. The deck is clearly stacked against Kelson. This might as well be a handicap match!

Morpheus: Hey, Syanide can be an impartial referee.

Larsen: Yeah and I can be the next king of England.

Morpheus: You could if you'd marry Prince Charles.

Larsen: What?

Morpheus: What?

Larsen: Forget it. Syanide calls for the bell and Kelson keeping his distance. O'Rion is offering his hand and Kelson would be a fool to take it.

Morpheus: Now why would you say something like that? O'Rion is just being a good sport. And that poor sport Kelson replies by kicking him in the gut! What a jerk! They tie up in the middle of the ring, and O'Rion with an Irish whip into the ropes, and Kelson nails him with a springboard enzuigiri! O'Rion is a bit dazed, and Kelson tries for a superkick, but O'Rion catches his foot, and closelines Kelson right out of his boots!

Larsen: O’Rion now picking Chris up off the mat, and driving him back down with a sitout powerbomb! The raw strength of the man formerly known as Mercutio showing itself here. O’Rion now with a hard Irish whip into the corner, and following it up with a flying elbow smash. And now he’s choking Chris with that rope used for tag matches! Why the hell isn’t Syanide stopping him?

Morpheus: Probably because he’s chatting up that sexy blonde with the big rack at ringside.

Larsen: This is deplorable! And Syanide finally paying attention to what O’Rion is doing and starting a count. And slow count at that! Look at Chris’ face! He’s starting to turn purple and Syanide just now counted to 3!

Morpheus: And O’Rion now releasing the rope and letting Kelson breathe, but only for a second as he drives the breath right out of him with a German suplex.

Larsen: And O’Rion keeps his hands locked around the waist, and delivers another German suplex. O’Rion gets up and slaps Chris in the head while taunting him. O’Rion slowly starts climbing the turnbuckles, posing and taunting the fans, and Syanide is standing on Chris’ hand! Chris is trying to get up but the "impartial" referee is holding him down!

Morpheus: What are you talking about? Syanide is just standing there. O’Rion now standing on the top turnbuckle, and Kelson kicks Syanide in the back of the knee! Kelson runs up behind O’Rion and throws him off the top with a German suplex of his own!

Larsen: Chris pulls himself back up, stands on the top turnbuckle, and nails O’Rion with a rolling frog splash! He hocks the leg, 1...what the hell? And Syanide is grabbing his shoulder like it hurts and isn’t finishing the three count!

Morpheus: What do you mean, “like” it hurts? How do you know he doesn’t have a legitimate injury?

Larsen: And Chris is too busy arguing with Syanide to realize that O’Rion has gotten back to his feet! He grabs hold of Chris’ waist, and nails him with another German suplex! He climbs up to the top rope again and nails a flying elbow drop. O’Rion makes the cover, 1.2.thkick out by Kelson! And Syanide’s shoulder didn’t seem to be giving him any problems there as he was able to try for a fast three count.

Morpheus: Fast, schmast. It was a perfectly normal three count.

Larsen: Yeah, and my grandmom is a members of the Hell’s Angels.

Morpheus: She is?

Larsen: *sigh* Kelson now trading blows with O’Rion, but Syanide steps in and yells Kelson for using closed fists! Kelson responds with a toe kick to O’Rion’s midsection and follows it with a front facelock! He’s going for the Pulsar Implosion! Kelson signaling for the explosion and going for the wrist, but O’Rion starts punching Kelson in the chest, and Kelson releases the hold.

Morpheus: O’Rion quickly takes advantage a drills Kelson into the mat with a double-arm DDT. O’Rion hooks, the leg, 1.2...kick out! How the hell did Kelson kick out of that?

Larsen: O’Rion is up and conferring with Syanide about what happened. Kelson is slow to get to his feet. O’Rion charging in, and Kelson nails him with a superkick from nowhere! O’Rion staggers back, and Kelson moves in a delivers the O-soto-gari! Kelson flips him over, and he locks on an arm-trap crossface! And O’Rion is tapping! But Syanide has his back turned! He doesn’t see it! Kelson is annoyed now, and releases the hold to go argue with Syanide! This could be a mistake on his part!

Morpheus: And the distraction costs him as O’Rion gets up, and drills Kelson with a double knee backbreaker!

Larsen: O’Rion is celebrating with Syanide, and Kelson is back to his feet. Forearm smash to the head of O’Rion, and one to Syanide for good measure! A European uppercut sends Syanide over the ropes and to the outside, Kelson with a hard Irish whip into the corner, and he follows it up with a clothesline! Kelson picks him up and climbs to the top turnbuckle…

Morpheus: Is he doing what I think he’s doing?

Larsen:…he cinches him up for a piledriver…

Morpheus: And Syanide rolls back into the ring, and he halts Kelson's plans, tossing him off the ropes! That’s his receipt for those uncalled for shots! Syanide now draping O’Rion over Kelson, 1.2.KELSON KICKS OUT?! What the hell does it take to keep this kid down?

Larsen: How the hell is Kelson supposed to fight, let alone win? He’s being mugged, plain and simple! O’Rion is holding Kelson up with a full nelson, and Syanide hits him with body blows! O’Rion holds on and nails a full nelson suplex on Kelson. And O’Rion starts working over Kelson with mounted punches to the head as Syanide removes one of the turnbuckle pads! O’Rion now with a hard Irish whip onto that exposed turnbuckle. He charges in, and gets a faceful of Kelson’s boot from a superkick! Kelson takes advantage and charges in, driving knee strikes into the gut of O’Rion.

Morpheus: Not if the ref steps in and puts an end to it.

Larsen: The only thing the ref did was get a faceful of boot himself as Kelson mule kicks Syanide! Kelson now with a reverse leg sweep. He goes for a standing moonsault, but O’Rion sits up, and Kelson is still on his feet! He wags his finger at the crowd, and O’Rion eats Kelson’s foot for a second time as Kelson pays tribute to Chuck Norris with a roundhouse kick to O’Rion’s face! Kelson makes the cover, 1.……..2...oh come on! Syanide now with a deliberate slow count gives O’Rion the time to kick out.

Morpheus: I guess Syanide’s shoulder is bothering him again. Syanide is now teaching Kelson some respect by stomping on him. O’Rion gets up and is holding Kelson’s arms behind him. Syanide gearing up for an Arrowhead shot…NO! Kelson with a low blow! O’Rion let’s his arms go, and Syanide hits O’Rion by mistake with the Arrowhead Shot! PULSAR IMPLOSION on Syanide! He should be disqualified for that!

Larsen: Kelson now climbing up to the top rope, AND HE NAILS A CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH ON O’RION! He hooks the leg, but Syanide is still dazed from that Pulsar Implosion and can’t make the count, not that he would.

Morpheus: How can you say something like that?

Larsen: Maybe because he’s done it all match long. Slow counts for Kelson, fast counts for O’Rion. It’s all bullshit!

Morpheus: Hey, watch the language. There are fucking kids watching this. And the only reason Syanide has been doing that is because Kelson attacked him without provocation.

Larsen: Hey, wipe your nose. You’ve got some HavOc shit on it.

Morpheus: Kelson now on his feet and waiting for O’Rion to get up. He’s itching to hit that damned Pulsar Implosion again. Kelson walking in, and O’Rion nails the CROSSED WIRES! Kelson was just slammed back first into that turnbuckle and landed on his head! But why isn’t he going for the cover?!

Larsen: O’Rion now conferring with Syanide, and they nod their heads to some kind of inappropriate mischief.

Morpheus: As opposed to appropriate mischief?

Larsen: Shut it!

Morpheus: I think you used that word already.

Larsen: I said shut it! This is a disgrace for Syanide to be wearing that referee’s shirt and doing what he’s doing. They’re setting Kelson up for another one, and Kelson spins on Syanide’s shoulders and nails a huracanrana! It sends Syanide into the ropes and knocks O’Rion to the outside! Kelson is up, gets out onto the apron, CORKSCREW ASAI MOONSAULT! And both men are down!

Morpheus: Syanide now going to the outside and helping O’Rion to his feet. Now that’s what a good ref should do. Instead of starting to count out both men, help them up and into the ring.

Larsen: Yeah? Then why isn’t he helping Kelson up and into the ring too? Both HavOc members in the ring now, and Syanide starts a ten count on Kelson, 1...2...3...4...5...6...and Kelson quickly rolls into the ring to avoid the fast count out.

Morpheus: O’Rion now putting the boots to Kelson’s back. He grabs hold of his legs and locks in a Boston crab, wrenching on Kelson’s back. Smart strategy there from the TV champ as Kelson’s back must be in pain already from hitting that turnbuckle after the Crossed Wires.

Larsen: And it looked as if Syanide was gonna check to see if Kelson wanted to quit, but O’Rion told him to stay where he was. O’Rion putting more pressure on Kelson’s back. And Kelson is tapping, but Syanide is ignoring it! O’Rion finally lets him go and stomps again on Kelson’s back. He’s taking the padding off of the turnbuckle, and picks Kelson up off the mat by his hair.

Morpheus: O’Rion now with an Irish whip into the ropes, which Kelson reverses. He follows behind and clips him behind the knee, dropping the champ to the mat, and Kelson nails the Young Blood’s Hurricane! Right into a cover, 1.…..2.…..and O’Rion kicks out.

Larsen: This is making me sick. Absolutely sick.

Morpheus: What, did you eat some peanut butter from that salmonella factory?

Larsen: Kelson getting annoyed now. He picks O’Rion up off the mat, and nails O’Rion with the Silent Driver! He makes the cover again, 1.…..2.…..and again O’Rion kicks out after a slow count. And you’d think that after getting knocked around by Kelson a few times, Syanide would be a bit more unbiased.

Larsen: This kid is unbelievable! After all the punishment he’s taken during this match, he still has the awareness to kick out! But how much does he have left in the tank? He’s essentially fighting a handicap match, and the numbers game is eventually going to catch up with him.

Morpheus: I think that would only make it worse now. It looks like O’Rion and Syanide have cooked up some delicious mayhem.

Larsen: Indeed they have, as O’Rion is putting the boots to Kelson as Syanide has come out here and is taking the top of our table apart. O’Rion now standing Kelson up against the ropes, he gets a full head of steam, and nearly decapitates Kelson with a clothesline that sends him to the outside!

Morpheus: And Syanide is now rooting around under the ring, and he pulls out a ladder and slides it in to O’Rion!

Larsen: Oh, this can’t be good.

Morpheus: No, it’ll be GREAT! O;Rion sets up the ladder and comes outside the ring as Syanide slides back in. O’Rion and Kelson trading punches, and Kelson is fighting him off but thanks to Syanide, O’Rion finally gets the upper hand and slams Kelson’s head against the ring post!

Larsen: And O’Rion with another head slam, and he lays Kelson across the table here and gets back in the ring. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

Morpheus: And O’Rion starts climbing the ladder…

Larsen: I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.

Morpheus: …he’s at the top…

Larsen: A really, REALLY bad feeling about this.

Morpheus: You figure with the height of the ring and that ladder, he’s gotta be about 20 feet in the air!

Larsen: I think Air O’Rion is about to take off, and we better haul ass!

As Syanide holds Kelson in place, O’Rion jumps off the top of the ladder. Chris Kelson manages to move somewhat but O’Rion gets a piece of him with an elbow drop that sends them to the floor and completely destroys the announce table. The crowd erupts into another “Holy Shit” chant, and even Syanide stares in disbelief at the carnage outside the ring.

Morpheus: HOLY CHRIST WAGONS! I knew O’Rion was insane, but that was over the top, that was unbelievable, that was…HAVOC!! And Syanide has no choice but to start a ten count.

1.……..

Larsen: Are they still alive?

Morpheus: I think they are, but I don’t think they’ll be ok for a while.

Larsen: Let’s take a look at that again on the replay.

2.……..

3.……..

Morpheus: And it looks like there’s some signs of life coming from the wreckage. Both men are stirring and dragging themselves to the ring.

4.……..

Larsen: O’Rion is the first to reach the ring and pulls himself to his feet by the apron.

5.……..

Larsen: And he drags himself into the ring just as Kelson reaches the apron and starts pulling himself up.

6...

7...

8...

Larsen: And Kelson drags himself into the ring in time to avoid the fast count-out, only to get his back stomped on by O’Rion. He flips Kelson over and makes the cover, 1...2...thrKICK OUT BY KELSON! THIS IS UNBELIEVEABLE!

Morpheus: How the hell is Kelson still able to kick out of that elbow drop?

Larsen: I don’t know, but O’Rion is incredibly aggravated and frustrated by it.

Morpheus: And I think O’Rion is about to make Kelson wish he never got out of bed this morning. He sets Kelson up and nails him with CROSSED WIRES! The lower part of Kelson’s back hit that exposed turnbuckle!

Larsen: He’s pulling Kelson to his feet, and the guy can barely stand up. And to finally add insult to injury, O’Rion just nailed Kelson with THE BLACKSTONE! Just end the thing already, that was totally uncalled for.

Morpheus: And O’Rion makes the cover, hooks the leg, 1...2...3! Well, that seemed like a normal count to me.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL FMW Television Champion…OOOOOO’RIIIIIIIOOOOOOON!

O’Rion (8.43 aps + 2.1 avs = 10.53 total)
Chris Kelson (8.15 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.65 total)

"Fuck You (An Ode To No One)" by The Smashing Pumpkins plays as O’Rion jumps up, celebrating as if this was a extremely hard-fought win that he earned alone. Syanide hands O’Rion the TV title and raises his hand. O’Rion and Syanide leave the ring, conversing about the Tag title match. Kelson pulls himself to the ropes and glares at the two, hate filling his eyes.

Morpheus: Well, it looks like O’Rion is 1 for 1 so far tonight on title defenses. Let’s see if his luck and Syanide’s as well holds out later tonight in the Tag Team Championship match.

Larsen: I usually don’t like speaking ill of people, but I hope not. What just happened to Kelson was a mugging, pure and simple. If X had been the referee like he was supposed to be, I think Kelson would have had a better chance at taking that TV title from O’Rion.

Backstage the monster X stalks the halls next to his re-united master Saint Michael Dreamkiller. Men step out of their way as SMD smiles satisfied that his mere presence causes so much worry, never thinking it is the monster at his side that people fear. As they come around the corner perennial Full Metal Wrestling interviewer Veronica Cherrywood runs up next to them.

Cherrywood: I’m backstage with Saint Michael Dreamkiller, and X.

SMD: No you aren’t.

Cherrywood: Excuse me?

SMD: If you insist, but I fail to see why you mention my pet. You are only here to talk to me. When you run up to someone do you introduce the cup they hold, the chair they sit on? X is my property, as he always should be. He is not a person, and thus does not need to be introduced.

Cherrywood: If you say so.

SMD: I do, now is there a point to all of this, I am a very busy man, a show to run and all that.

Cherrywood: Yes, I was hoping to ask you a few questions.

SMD: Unfortunately it looks like you’ve wasted your time; I don’t have time to do an interview. As I said, I have a show to run.

With that Dreamkiller turns into a room, X following and slams the door labeled “General Manager: Chris Austin” into her face. Veronica tries to open the door, and finds it locked. She tries banging on it to get Dreamkiller to open it, only to be ignored.

Cherrywood: I know you’re in there! We’re you responsible for the drive by that nearly killed Chris Austin? Do you know who was? ANSWER ME!

She continues to bang on the door and yell through it, but the door remains closed.






Cherry: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a C-4 Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds and hailing from Perth, Australia. This is LEON CAPRICE!

”Far Enough” by Ra begins to play as Caprice walks out onto the ramp. He stands at the top with his head bowed for a moment before screaming out, barely audible over the music, and walking to the ring and climbing the turnbuckle.

Cherry: And his tag team partner, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds and coming from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This is MARK JOHANSSON!

Caprice’s music is replaced by “It’s a Jungle Out There” by Burkhard Dullwitz as Mark Johansson steps through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. The roaring crowd doesn’t seem to phase him as he stares at his tag team partner. As soon as he rolls into the ring he stands across from Caprice and stares him down.

Stone: The bad blood between these two is well documented. I don’t know what Austin was thinking making them team up tonight against people like Alex and Retribution.

Foxx: He’s probably thinking he doesn’t want these two to eclipse his rise as the fastest growing rookie in FMW.

Cherry: And their opponents for the evening weighing in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty five pounds and being accompanied by The Shadow Master Cyrus. This is Alex O’Rion and Retribution, THE LOST PROPHETS PART DEUX!

"We Still Kill The Old Way" by the Lost Prophets begins to roar through the speakers as Cyrus and Retribution make their way to ramp to a huge ovation. The ovation for the old fan favorites soon turns to hatred as a smirking Alex O’Rion, baseball bat in tow, comes to stand beside them. The three wave to the crowd from the ramp, almost mocking the crowd into hating them more. Suddenly Retribution says something to Cyrus and lights in the arena go off, quieting the crowd down.

After another moment the lights go back on and Alex and Retribution are in the ring, standing right in front of Caprice and Johansson. Alex nails Johansson with a quick DDT and rolls him from the ring before going to stand in his corner. Retribution on the other hand begins to tee of on Caprice with lefts and rights, bashing the other man into a neutral corner.

Stone: What a cheap trick by Retribution and Alex, I mean I expect this kind of cowardice from O’Rion. But Retribution never struck me as the kind to jump people.

Foxx: You call it jumping people, I call it being eager to get under way.

Stone: You see nothing wrong with what they did?

Foxx: Nope.

Stone: I forgot you had no soul.

Foxx: I sold it for pokemon way back when, those little bastards made me.

Stone: Weird trends aside, Retribution is really punishing Caprice in the corner, the ref is trying to break them up.

Foxx: Boo, they should have taken Hardcore instead of C-4 rules with Retribution in this match.

Stone: They go for the clean break, but Retribution rakes Caprices eyes. Caprice is blind but he still rushes out to try and clothesline Retribution.

Foxx: Rookie mistake.

Stone: The hell do you mean?

Foxx: Blind people should get seeing eye dogs before rushing violent men, see Retribution totally ducked out of the way.

Stone: Retribution off the ropes, and vicious chop block to Caprices knee, I don’t think it was meant to bend that way.

Foxx: Retribution pulling Leon by the injured leg back to his corner now, and he tags in Alex O’Rion, much to the dismay of the crowd.

Stone: O’Rion to the top rope, Retribution still holding that leg up. O’Rion jump, HOLY SHIT! He just double stomped down on Caprice’s injured knee. I think we know what their game plan is now.

Foxx: Duh, ya think? I think the crowd watching got that idea when O’Rion started to stomp on that knee after landing on it.

Stone: Wait, O’Rion is already setting up...and he’s locked in the Ripe Tide on that hurt knee! Caprice is screaming in pain, O’Rion could put this one away early!

Foxx: He’s got Caprice pointed away from the ropes, so Caprice can’t even waste his one rope break yet!

Stone: Caprice looks like he might tap, this could be it! Wait, Johansson is back up, he clotheslines O’Rion in the back of the head breaking the hold. He goes to kick the downed man, but the ref grabs him and is forcing him back to his corner.

Foxx: What the hell is Cyrus doing?

Stone: He’s got Caprice by the leg now and is pulling it around the ring post.

While the ref is distracted Cyrus wraps Caprice’s knee around the ring post and steps back. Take a few steps forward he smashes his huge foot into the knee, compressing it between the metal and his boot for a few seconds before releasing it.

Stone: What a blatant cheat!

Foxx: It’s not cheating if the referee doesn’t see it, O’Rion pulls Caprice back from the ring post and applies a single leg boston crab to that injured knee.

Stone: The referee finally has attention back where it belongs and is asking Caprice if he wants to cheat. But Leon keeps screaming no.

Foxx: There’s no shame in being unable to continue, save your career now kid.

Stone: Caprice won’t give in, he’s reaching, clawing, and...he’s got it! Caprice has the bottom rope and O’Rion has to break the hold to avoid being disqualified.

Foxx: But now Caprice has used his only rope break, and with that knee a huge submission liability he needs to make a tag, and soon.

Stone: For once I agree with you. Mark is trying to will his partner to the corner. It looks like winning this match may actually matter to him more than settling a score. Caprice is pulling himself to his feet using the ropes, O’Rion comes in. O’Rion eats Caprices foot, Caprice to his feet now, he’s hoping towards his corner!

Foxx: But Retribution beats him there, smashing an elbow into Johansson’s face and then coming off the ropes to clothesline Caprice down. Retribution pulls him back over to O’Rion before the ref finally gets him from the ring.

Stone: And look at Johansson, Cyrus is kicking him while he’s down and the referee is too busy with Retribution to notice. This match isn’t two on two, it’s three on two.

Foxx: Have you fucking LOOKED at Cyrus, it’s like five on two. He looks like he wants to eat Johansson for lunch!

Stone: That’s a gross assessment, and back in the ring O’Rion once again working on that knee with stomps. This match might have to be stopped soon if Caprice is going to be able to continue his career.

Foxx: Career, if he can’t beat has-beens like O’Rion and Retribution, he doesn’t deserve one.

Stone: O’Rion steps back, it looks like he’s waiting to hit the O’Rion Pride on the struggling Caprice. Caprice doesn’t look like he’s paying attention, he’s too busy trying to crawl his way back up the ropes.

Foxx: Johansson is finally back in his corner, what’s that guy done this match. Nothing, just sit and watch his partner get dismantled. Kids these days just don’t know how to work together.

Stone: Yes, it has nothing to do with the fact that he has been assaulted at least twice without being in the ring.

Foxx: Nope, he’s just a slacker.

Stone: You’re face is a slacker.

Foxx: You’re mom is one.

Stone: You son of a bi...

Foxx: Anyway, Caprice finally to his feet, he’s trying to limp to his partner for the tag. O’Rion is watching, watching.

Stone: O’RION PRIDE! He just nailed Caprice with that brutal superkick to the side of the head!

Foxx: O’Rion going for the cover, but the ref isn’t counting?

Stone: CAPRICE MADE THE TAG AS HE WAS FALLING! JOHANSSON JUST PUNTED O’RIONS HEAD IN AS HE TRIED TO COVER THE WRONG GUY!

Foxx: Retribution trying to be a good partner and help O’Rion.

Stone: But Johansson nails him with a clothesline back to the outside! Johansson is on fire right now, he catches O’Rion with a shoulder take down and is wailing away on his head with punches.

Foxx: This is supposed to be a C-4 match, not some kind of stupid brawl! HEY KID! YOU’RE MAKING ALCHEMY LOOK BAD!

Stone: C-4 or not Johansson has completely turned this match around. He’s got O’Rion up again and nails him with an uppercut, he runs off the ropes and chop blocks O’Rion down. He’s going for the “He’ll Talk”!

Foxx: But the veteran O’Rion rolls out of the way and tags out to the recently returned Retribution.

Stone: Retribution charges Johansson but Johansson side steps and trips him into the ropes. He grabs Retribution by the head and drags him over to Caprice and makes the tag.

Foxx: But he doesn’t leave the ring, he’s helping Caprice. Where’s your fairness now huh? Why is it okay for them to cheat?

Stone: Oh shut up, turnabout is fair play. Caprice grabs hold too, double DDT! They just spiked Retributions head off the mat. Caprice now grabbing Retribution’s leg and holding him back up. He tags Johansson back as the other climbs to the top and comes off with a leg drop to the head of 'Bution.

Foxx: Cheaters, all cheaters, the lot of them.

Stone: Caprice and Johansson seem to have put their problems aside and are performing text books tag team maneuvers here tonight. You’d almost think they had been tagging for years.

Foxx: Retribution is desperately trying to get to his corner but he keeps being cut off by Johansson. Johansson drags him back into the turn buckle.

Stone: Another tag to Caprice, some quick tag action going on right now. Both men with the boots to Retribution, they are to quote a less talented commentator stomping a mudhole in him!

Foxx: Johansson leaves the ring, but that might not have been a smart move for Caprice, he’s having to hold the ropes to even try to stay standing.

Stone: And Retribution capitalizes! He kicks Caprice right into the side of his knee. Caprice fell away from his corner and the tag to Johansson! This is Retributions chance, he’s crawling across the ring to get to his partner. Alex O’Rion looks like he might explode if he doesn’t get the tag soon.

As Retribution tries to get to his partner, Leon Caprice slowly comes after him trying to stop him instead of making the tag. As they get closer Alex reaches farther out, and just as Retribution is about to tag out, Alex pulls his hand away with a smirk. He looks down at his partner and mouths something along the lines “You’re not worth it.” Before stepping down the steps and towards the ramp.

Retribution starts to crawl up the ropes looking confused as his fellow Lost Prophet Cyrus steps in front of Alex to stop him. Alex looks at the big man in fear, pleading with him not to hurt him. The big man steps towards him, motioning for him to go back to the ring, only for Alex to nail the O’Rion Pride on him, knocking him down and out

Stone: HOLY SHIT!

Foxx: HOLY SHIT!

Stone: He just knocked the monster Cyrus out, and backstabbed his tag team partner Retribution.

Foxx: Did he just walk out on another partner, again, jesus this is better than Jerry Springer.

Stone: Back in the ring Leon Caprice has Retribution set up and he hits the TIMEWARP!

Foxx: O’Rion turns back towards the ring, only to see Mark Johansson diving through the ropes at him!

Stone: JOHANSSON JUST SACRIFICED HIS BODY TO STOP O’RION FROM INTERFERING!

Foxx: You’re way to excitable, O’Rion was already leaving wasn’t he? Honestly what was the point of that?

Stone: Excuse me if I enjoy my job. Caprice with the cover now as O’Rion and Johansson are out on the floor.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Stone: THEY DID IT, CAPRICE AND JOHANSSON PULLED OFF THE UPSET!

Cherry: Here are your winners...LEEEON CAAAAPRICEEEE AND MARRRKK JOHANNNNSOOOONNN!!

Leon Caprice and Mark Johansson (8.2 aps + 8.19 aps + 2.1 avs = 18.49 total)
Alex O'Rion and Retribution (8.27 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.0 aps + 8.27 aaps + 0.4 avs = 16.74 total)

Stone: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, O’Rion just handed them the match by walking out on his partner.

Foxx: Again.

Stone: Every time the man starts to team with someone it seems something goes wrong, though this time it’s his own damned fault.

Foxx: Again.

Stone: Sometimes I get the feeling he is just looking for the right partner, but hell is there anyone left that will take the risk that they might fit the bill?

Foxx: Who knows, but more importantly Johansson is back in the ring and him and Caprice are all but begging O’Rion to come in with them.

Stone: I bet they would love to end this huge match of theirs by leaving O’Rion himself looking up at the lights. Especially after the amount of mocking he’s put them through.

Foxx: I know I would love to have a chance to shut him up.

Stone: Really?

Foxx: He slept with my sister. ALEX YOU FUCKER!

Stone: It’s okay, everyone’s slept with your sister. Alex is just looking back at them with a smirk. He just flipped them off to a chorus of boos from the fans who want to see O’Rion get what he has coming to him.

Foxx: O’Rion is headed back up the ramp with Caprice and Johansson still yelling at him.

Stone: Coward.

Foxx: Smart, tis better to live to fight another day.

The match ends as the two victors in the ring eventually go back to celebrating while Alex watches from the stage for a moment, before walking off backstage.


We fade backstage where The Celt is preparing for his upcoming Ultraviolent Championship match. The Celt punches the air and throws a few knees up. The Celt paces slowly and nervously as the wait until he can violently attempt to rid FMW HavOc grows agonizingly longer. Footsteps are heard and Celt quickly whirls around, ready for a fight. To his surprise and relief, Pure Extremist is the new visitor.

Celt: Aye, brother. I wasn’t expecting to see you with the biggest match of your life only seconds away.

PX: I know, but I’m just trying to calm my nerves and who better to help with that than family.

Celt: Understandably so. This may be your last night in Full Metal Wrestling if the Voice comes out on top.

PX: Not only that, but this could be my last night on this earth. There’s no telling what the sadistic bastards of HavOc have planned. I’ve never been so nervous about anything in my entire life.

Celt: Brother, that is not the attitude you need to have. This night is a must-win, for both of us. Tonight, HavOc finally gets what’s coming to them. I will finally put HavOc in their place in the 15 Minute Massacre and you WILL beat the Voice. You will show him who you are and save yourself from HavOc. This is a fight for your life and I know you won’t lose this one.

PX: I know it won’t be that easy, Celt. But I know that he may have to kill me in order for me to lose. But, before I go…I have one question.

Celt: Ask me anything.

PX nods and slowly sits down on a bench, exhaling deeply as the Celt studies PX’s face intently. PX rubs his hands together and looks toward the Celt, who props his knee up on a bench waiting for the question.

PX: Celt, are you The Voice?

The Celt looks at PX dumbfounded, a bit shaken that PX would think such a thing.

Celt: Oh come on man. PX, you know the answer to that, don’t you?

PX: That’s what I am afraid of.

PX rises up and gets into The Celt’s face, which remains fixated on PX. Just then, in the heat of the moment Celt’s cell phone rings. Celt glances at the number, as PX attempts and fails to do the same.

Celt: PX, will you excuse me for a moment? I have to take this call.

PX: *(Suspiciously)* Who is it, Celt?

Celt: It’s a private call, I have to take this now. Good luck out there, brother.

PX: *(Half-heartedly)* You too brother.

The Celt leaves the locker room just as he says hello. PX sits back down, glaring at the Celt as he leaves, wondering to himself why Celt was so rushed just now. PX puts his head in his hands, stamping the ground in a nervous manner. He looks to his side and notices the Celt’s gear bag, somewhat opened. He looks to the doorway to make sure no one’s coming, and he begins to rummage through the bag.

PX: Maybe the answer will be in here.

PX’s search basically turns up the usual stuff, but his face melts into one of complete shock peppered with heartbreak as he pulls out an unusual article of clothing: a dark, black hood similar to the one The Voice has worn.

PX: It can’t be…

PX’s face then becomes one of anger as he roughly flings the hood against the wall. He looks back toward the direction Celt went and shakes his head. He looks back at the crumpled hood and storms out of the room as we fade out.

Backstage at Catalyst, Veronica Cherrywood has Romeo Vizzini in front of the camera. Vizzini has his Abandoned Championship hanging over his shoulder.

Cherrywood: I'm standing by with FMW Abandoned Champion Romeo Vizzini who is minutes away from his first title defense! Romeo... glad to have you here.

Vizzini: My pleasure, Ms. Cherrywood.

Vizzini switches his title from one shoulder to the other.

Cherrywood: The attack on Austin earlier... do you have any thoughts?

Vizzini bows his head in thought.

Vizzini: Whoever it was... they're not done. This attack was just the beginning.

Cherrywood: Given that incident, are you at all afraid for your safety?

Vizzini: Not in the least.

Vizzini pats his title with a look of confidence on his face.

Cherrywood: So you're not worried about X once again mingling in your affairs tonight?

Vizzini: For whatever reason, I've been on Dreamkiller's bad side since the moment I got to FMW. With X being his tool of destruction, those two have given me more problems than I've desired, if I can be frank.

Vizzini shakes his head in confusion as Veronica listens intently.

Vizzini: I don't know why they've chosen me as a target though. Maybe it's because I took the honorable path... whereas Dreamkiller lacks morality on a dizzying level. A low-life bottom feeder, if you will. Either way, if he does manage to make his presence known during my match, I will be ready for him.

Cherrywood: You don't sound too worried.

Vizzini: You know, I was worried about RAMPAGE! in the beginning. Now, I see he runs a tight ship in Alchemy. If Dreamkiller is planning something, I'm sure RAMPAGE! will quickly put out that fire.

Cherrywood: So you've got a championship match coming up...

Vizzini looks solemn as his eyes drift to his title.

Vizzini: That's what really I'm worried about. Fighting for the right thing doesn't necessarily give you an advantage.

Cherrywood: Any thoughts on the stipulation?

Vizzini: I'd prefer the Barbed Wire Cage as it cuts out on needless interference. I don't need anyone in between me and Shiner. He tried to place seeds of doubt in my mind and create a rift between myself and a man I consider a friend and for that he is in debt to me, in a sense. This match will be where I physically extract that debt from him, in blood.

Cherrywood: Speaking of friends, what is your mindset going into this match, it being the very same which saw Vengeance...

Vizzini nods and calmly holds up his hand to quiet Veronica as the thoughts of Vengeance cause him to become slightly emotional. Vizzini manages to keep it together as the memory of his old friend seems to motivate him.

Vizzini: Alas, signore Vengeance. It'd be fitting. His last match was in a Barbed Wire Steel Cage. Before Cactus Sam ripped him apart and took his...

Vizzini drifts off, but quickly brings his focus back after a deep breath.

Vizzini: Tonight is about vengeance, in more ways that one. And it will be mine.


Larsen: Welcome back to ringside fans, and here's a match that could see a man’s life come to an end. Pure Extremist must put his career on the line against the identity of The Voice. PX’s head can’t be fully focused on this match

Morpheus: Career versus Identity is something the runt needs to focus on, otherwise the Voice will defeat him and I am sure HavOc will kill him. Before you ask, yes I will mark for it.

Cherry: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the CAREER VERSUS IDENTITY MATCH! If Pure Extremist wins, The Voice will have to reveal his identity. If The Voice wins, then Pure Extremist’s career belongs to HavOc.





"Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits the loudspeakers and triggers an abrupt explosion of cheers from the crowd. Accompanied by a rolling mass of green fog around the entrance way ramp, Pure Extremist makes his way out from the back without his usual smile and fan appreciation. Instead his face shows one of nervousness, overall seriousness and a hint of fear. He slowly walks towards the ring, obviously thinking that this could be his last night on earth. He does tag a few fans hands on the way, but his pre-match behavior seems to lack passion thus far.

Cherry: Introducing first from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at 205 pounds, PURE EXTREMIST!!!

Larsen: As PX makes his way down, it’s easy to see how serious he looks. This man’s life is on the line tonight.

Morpheus: I thought that Vengeance’s death was bad, but if the Voice wins, could you imagine what HavOc would do to him?

PX slides into the ring and finds a turnbuckle, joy still absent form his face. He kneels down to pray.

Morpheus: Your god will not heed, PX! I guess he realizes that he might not be employed much longer!

As PX’s theme fades out the crowd begins to boo as a figure cloaked in black begins to make his way down to the ring. PX rises up and sees The Voice coming straight to the ring and PX begins to tremble with rage.

Larsen: No music, no voice, no face... yep, that’s him. He’s used the sound of his voice to cause so much anguish to PX and Celt, and since he seems to be the ‘higher power’ if there is one, of HavOc, he’s obviously dangerous.

Morpheus: Mysterious as well. No theme, no anything. I was looking forward to a rant or something.

Cherry: On his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing 250 pounds, THE VOICE!

Larsen: Not much for our ring announcer to work off of. He looks rather tall, six foot five at least.

Morpheus: No one knows who this guy is, man. He could be anybody.

The Voice finally gets into the ring and disrobes, revealing... another black robe underneath.

Larsen: He's serious about this mystery business.

Morpheus: Embarrassingly so...

The bell sounds.

Larsen: And PX dives head first for The Voice, wanting to get this over with quickly. He's struggling with the robe and he rips it off to reveal…

Morpheus: The Voice is wearing a mask! PX is stunned!

Larsen: The Voice takes advantage of the momentary distraction and goes for a Orton-esque cutter... but PX pushes him away!

The Voice hits back first on the mat and slides outside of the ring. The Voice looks on without emotion as the crowd rallies behind PX.

Morpheus: A little early for a move like that, anyway. PX might be Irish, but that doesn't mean he's full retard.

Larsen: And PX is wasting no time as he bolts to the outside. They're brawling outside the ring now. PX gets the upper hand and drives The Voice back first into the barricade.

Morpheus: He's really working the The Voice's backside. Pun intended.

PX whips The Voice into the nearest turnbuckle post face first and follows up with a running knee to the lower back.

Larsen: Looks like he's setting up for the Xtreme Pain a bit early.

Morpheus: The guy's about to lose his job. I'd be a bit desperate too.

Larsen: I think "strategy" is the word you're looking for. PX attacks with a few elbows to the back and The Voice responds with an elbow of his own. The Voice is finally getting in some offense here.

Morpheus: It's called baiting, Larsen. Think strategy, will ya'?

Larsen: In any case, The Voice just rammed PX's head into the ring apron. PX is staggering and there's The Voice with a forearm to the back of the head.

PX goes down and The Voice goes rummaging under the ring.

Larsen: And The Voice comes back up with a chair... this can't be good.

Morpheus: I believe the word you're looking for is "great".

Larsen: The Voice bolts towards PX and PX ducks an attempted head shot from the chair! The Voice turns around and PX dropkicks it back into his masked face!

Morpheus: PX looks to be more prepared, as if his instincts are on an all-time high.

Larsen: The Voice drops the chair and scrambles into the ring to escape PX. PX is in the ring but the Voice counters with a haymaker of a clothesline! Oh god, a stiff knee to PX's head.

Morpheus: The tables do turn oh so quickly. I think this is the beginning of the end of PX as we know him!

Coughing hard, PX can't stop The Voice from slapping on a rear chinlock.

Larsen: The Voice is really working the head here, obviously setting up for that cutter again.

Morpheus: But the runt is fighting out of it!

Larsen: PX gets to his feet and starts to elbow out of the hold. PX bounces off the ropes and is met with a thumb to the eye. The Voice grabs the head looking for that jumping cutter but PX hangs on to the ropes! The Voice hits the mat, possibly having the wind knocked out of him! PX quickly covers The Voice for the count, 1…2…

Morpheus: But The Voice kicks out at two and he might need a new strategy. The Voice is really telegraphing that cutter as if that’s all he knows. Randy Orton doesn’t even go for it that much.

Larsen: I think the Luck of the Irish is keeping PX in this as he begins to feel momentum swing.

Morpheus: Cliché much? Holy shit! What a right hand from PX!

Larsen: PX picks The Voice up and delivers a nasty DDT. He's going for the cover but the Voice kicks out at two! PX is now blatantly choking The Voice now!

Morpheus: Damn cheater.

Larsen: It’s his life we are talking about, Morph.

Morpheus: Still doesn’t make PX right in cheating.

PX releases the choke and yanks The Voice from the ground. He places him in a tree of woe as the crowd starts to cheer. PX mounts the opposite turnbuckle slowly as the corwd is on their feet. The Voice struggles wildly to free himself as PX takes a deep breath.

Larsen: PX is taking a big chance here. The Voice is in big trouble!

Morpheus: That’s an understatement.

Larsen: PX is going all or nothing. He's going Coast to Coast!

PX dives and the crowd groans upon impact as the Voice manages to pull himself up at the last second.

Morpheus: Crash and burn!

Larsen: It's true! The Voice pulled himself to safety, and that may be the nail in the coffin of PX.

Morpheus: Literally!

The Voice untangles himself and looks at the fallen PX, playfully kicking him in the head, basically teasing him.

Larsen: The Voice looks like he has this one in the bag and he knows it.

Morpheus: I’d behave like he is if I was in his situation as well.

Larsen: That's... heartless.

Morpheus: How long have you known and worked with me?

Larsen: The Voice crouches down and waits for PX to get up, measuring for something…

Morpheus: Whatever it is, I bet it’s MYSTERIOUS!!!

Larsen: Idiot. The Voice grabs PX and takes him down with a release belly-to-belly suplex. The Voice goes for the pin but PX kicks out!

The crowd cheers as PX refuses to stay down.

Morpheus: The Voice pulls PX to his feet and again?!?!?! He goes for another cutter and AGAIN PX counters, this time into a roll-up! 1…2…kickout by The Voice!

The Voice rises up as PX scrambles to his feet. PX blocks a right hand from the Voice and nails him with a enzuigiri. The Voice stumbles backwards as PX closes the distance with a flying clothesline. Instead of going for the pin, PX repeatedly pounds the Voice’s head into the mat as the crowd eggs him on.

Larsen: PX looks like he's done playing games!

Morpheus: The Voice had this in the bag, he was just too cocky.

PX slides out of the ring, and sets up The Voice on the apron. PX jumps to the apron and runs towards the vulnerable Voice, and drops a leg across the back of the head!

Larsen: PX hits the legdrop, PX may have saved his career!

Morpheus: Put a fork in 'em. He's done.

Larsen: PX covers, 1…2…kickout by The Voice!

Morpheus: He really wants PX’s career, I don’t see what’s so special about it anyway.

Larsen: PX is signaling for the end, could we see the Xtreme Pain?

Morpheus: I fucking hope not!

Larsen: PX sets the Voice up, but the Voice counters to an inside cradle!

Morpheus: 1…2…kickout! So close….

Larsen:: The Voice almost snuck this one out!

The Voice tries to catch his breath as PX has a look which says he saw his life flash before his eyes. He bangs the mat in frustration as he gets up.

Morpheus: PX knows he got lucky. Look! He knows he was one second away from losing his contract with FMW!

PX, seething, lifts The Voice from the mat, but gets a low blow for his troubles which goes undetected by the ref somehow.

Larsen: The Voice taking the low road with that one! How did the ref not catch it?

Morpheus: It doesn’t matter now!

Larsen: PX is down and the Voice sees his chance. He quickly snatches PX off the ground and holds his head up, as if to tell him to meet his maker in the flesh.

Morpheus: He has PX by the head in a cravate, eighth time’s the charm I guess as the RKO looks to be coming!

The Voice starts to run but PX pushes him into the turnbuckle. The Voice stumbles out and PX quickly swing him around…

Larsen: Irish Annihilation! PX’s version of the cutter finds home!

Morpheus: All of that time he spent, and PX gets the move in? Granted his was more Johnny Ace-like but still…

Larsen: PX snatches the dazed voice from the ground, and sets him up…XTREME PAIN connects! Cover, 1…2…3!!!! PX’s career has been saved!

Morpheus: Dammit!!

Cherry: Here is your winner…PURRREE EXXXTREMISST!!!

Pure Extremist (7.99 aps - 0.1 penalty + 2.3 avs = 10.19 total)
The Voice (7.44 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.2 avs = 7.44 total)

“Guerrilla Radio” by Rage Against The Machine hits the loudspeakers one last time as PX sits up slowly in relief. PX raises his fists to the joy of the crowd as the Vocie writhes on the ground holding his back.

Larsen: PX lives! He dug down deep and found a way to pull this one out!

Morpheus: Oh well, at least we get to see the identity of the mystery man! I think he’s Randy Orton personally.

The crowd begins to chant "Show yourself! Show yourself!" as PX moves towards The Voice with a smile.

Larsen: And The Voice has rolled outside and he is running!

Morpheus: But there's the damn Celt to stop him in his tracks! I guess this means it isn’t the Celt.

Larsen: The Celt clubs him down and rolls him into the ring. The Voice trying to beg off but Celt restrains him. PX has that mask and the crowd is going nuts. He rips it off slowly and TAKEOVER!?!?! THE VOICE WAS TAKEOVER!?!

Morpheus: I did NOT see that coming.

PX and the Celt are stunned once again as he looks between Takeover and the mask in his hands. Celt releases Takeover and he and PX converse as Takeover laughs. As the crowd begins to boo, suddenly another voice comes over the loudspeaker.

The Voice: Celt, Pure Extremist... you are more foolish than I ever could have dreamed. My true identity will be revealed when I deem appropriate. You're spared for now... but the clock is ticking. You got away, you left with your life on this night, but next time, when I have a say in it, you won’t be so lucky. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Larsen: Oh my God, Havoc fooled us all!

Morpheus: And Pure is Extremist is pissed! Takeover just got another XTREME PAIN for his efforts here!

Larsen: PX retained his career tonight, Takeover was put in his place once again, but there's still one loose end...

Morpheus: Just who in the hell is The Voice!?

Our wondrous scene opens to find none other than Saint Michael Dreamkiller standing in his new office. Though largely obscuring by the hulking figure of X, Dreamkiller is seen rearranging the new office, decorating the walls with pictures of himself. Struggling to adjust a picture that hangs by the door he is interrupted by the merry band of HavOc members.

Dreamkiller: Ahh gentlemen, come in, come in. How do you like the new office? I’m trying to keep a minimalist approach to the decorations.

Syanide: Seems a little...self-serving.

Harlequin: This may be true Sy-Sy, but what fascinates me is the picture of the Rabbit. It doesn’t match the theme.

Dreamkiller: Yes, well, it’s stuck in a bear trap. I just despise cute fluffy things.

Harlequin: A completely understandable hatred.

O’Rion: Still, even I find it a little creepy, eh Hanny?

Frost: I told you, don’t call me that.

Frost adjusted his position against the door frame, eying Dreamkiller carefully.

Harlequin: Well Mr. Dreamkiller, it’s awfully nice to see you again. Truth be told, I was starting to miss you around here...Just a little.

Dreamkiller: Things certainly have gone to hell around here without my careful touch.

Harlequin: Yes, well...welcome home. But enough of the idle banter, let’s hear it.

Dreamkiller: Hear what, clown?

Harlequin: Who was driving the car, Dreamkiller?

Dreamkiller: I’m not entirely sure I see how that is your business. It was an...unfortunate...accident that happened to one of our best superstars.

Harlequin: ...Ahh. It is my business, Dreamkiller. I have a fun little match involving Austin tonight and I am a man of gratitude. I like to think people who help with my affairs. And eliminating Austin, certainly helps with my affairs.

Dreamkiller: In that rather compelling case, you can thank X. After Austin avoided the car something needed to be done and I couldn’t think of a better assailant than X. He and Austin have a history after all.

Harlequin: Well then, Meat. Thank you! Hugs?

Harlequin leans in to hug X, his arms extended and met only with the stone face of the monster opposite him.

Harlequin: Yes...well. Hugging would be unbecoming wouldn’t it. Quite right. (whispering to O’Rion) And people think I’m an odd-duck.(aloud to Dreamkiler) So what’s up our brooding friend? Why doesn’t he make with the smiling or laughing?

Dreamkiller: Simple. He doesn’t understand it. Why show a monster bred for violence and hate, happiness and joy?

Harlequin: But laughter is easy...watch:

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X continues to stare at Harlequin, completely emotionless.

Harlequin: No dice eh? Well I have a joke for you: A young mother had just given birth to a new born baby, the nurse was just congratulating her, when the doctor came in bouncing the baby from hand to hand. The mother looked startled. The doctor then said " Here, catch" and promptly tossed the baby to the mother but it landed on the window ledge and fell out the window. The lady shrieked and said, "You bastard, you've killed my baby."The doctor replied," April Fools, it was dead already".

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As Harlequin’s laughter trails off, similar chuckles can be heard from the HavOc members to his sides as Syanide pretends to wipe a tear from his eye.

Harlequin: Okay, so normally Dead Baby jokes aren’t funny...but that was a good one. I don’t get how can you handle being around someone with no sense of humor. He’s like a log.

Dreamkiller: I thought you were the master of psychological warfare. It’s all in the head. Only I know what makes X smile. (Imitating Michael Buffer) IIInnntrrooodddduuucinngggggg YOUR FMW Heavyweight Champion of the WOOORRLLDDDD, X!

Slowly, a small crooked smile creeps across X’s face. His rotten teeth beginning to show through the crack flesh of his lips.

Harlequin: That’s just...gross. I’m not even religious and I’m sure that’s blasphemous.

O’Rion: C’mon, lets go. I’ve had enough of this and smiley over there only did half of tonight’s work for us.

Harlequin: Yes, right. Well, toodly-doo Dreamkiller. Places to go and people to see, you understand.

HavOc exits the room leaving X grinning at Dreamkiller who turns back to adjust the picture of the ensnared rabbit.





Stone: Prior to Catalyst but post Alchemy 7.4 we asked the fans to vote on the stipulation for the Andrew Shiner vs. Romeo Vizzini Abandoned Championship match. Choices were Unlucky 13, Barbed Wire Cage Match or a Stretcher match.

The camera zooms out to show Stone and Foxx sitting at a table in front of Foxx is the entire suit of Spades, next to the table is a stretcher. The camera pans out to show the entire arena, hanging high above the arena is a Barbed Wire Cage.

Foxx: I voted for Unlucky 13, I want to see how the rook goes with a staple gun.

Stone: I thought Stretcher Match would be fantastic to see, it’s rare we get one on a PPV.

“Come to Daddy” by Aphex Twin blares across the P.A system as Shiner’s video plays on the METALtron. A spotlight searches the crowd for Shiner.

Foxx: Where is the little dirt digger?

Stone: What!? Excuse me?

The spotlight has found Shiner who jumps up from his seat and makes his way down to the ring, shaking hands and introducing himself to fans as he goes. As he enters the ring his eyes dart upwards at the barbaric structure dangling above him.

Cherry: Introducing first the challenger. Weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from George Town, in the Cayman Islands… ANDREW SHINER!

Stone: Huge chance for the young rookie, he seemed to have poked and prodded at Vizzini and in return he has a massive title match.

Foxx: Could say the prodding was the Catalyst?

Stone: You could but I wouldn’t.

“Croatian Rhapsody” by Maksim takes over from Shiner’s entrance as Romeo Vizzini, title on waist walks calmly out taking calculated steps with his gaze not moving from Shiner. Even up the steps and through the ropes Vizzini keeps his eyes locked on Shiner and he stands right in front of Shiner.

Cherry: Introducing second weighing in at 240 pounds, now residing in Manhattan, New York City, he is your FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION... ROMEO VIZZINI!!!!

Foxx: Now you would think wearing tights would be less gay than trunks, but somehow Romeo looks worse. This and his old media guide pic doesn’t help his case.

Stone: Calling a man gay can get you killed in his world Foxx. But as you mentioned Romeo is wearing tights rather than his usual trunks. This will help protect him if we see the cage lowered.

Cherry: The following contest will be for the FMW ABANDONED CHAMPIONSHIP! By a winning vote of 44% this match will be a BARBED WIRE CAGE MATCH!





The crowd goes wild. The lights start to flicker as the cage is slowly lowered, Shiner looks up to see it lower as Vizzini still stares down Shiner.

Cherry: The only way to win is by pinfall, submission or escaping the cage!

Sheila gets out of the ring before the cage is fully lowered. The officials help secure the cage to the ring as the referee separates both the competitors.

Stone: There’s the bell! Vizzini with a huge haymaker!

Foxx: Fans, please don’t ooh and ahh when anyone gets close to the cage walls, it pisses me off.

Stone: Romeo begins to work on the lower back of Shiner, trying to take away his devastating springboard finisher.

Foxx: Arm Triangle locked in. Vizzini hammers away at the kidney section. Coward punches.

Stone: I disagree with you, something has gotten to Vizzini and he's been focused on Shiner almost exclusively, he's looking to punish Shiner tonight.

Foxx: He's into BDSM too?

Stone: Stop it, Foxx. Vizzini releases the hold and delivers a kick to the back.

Foxx: Shiner gets help to his feet, Romeo hits a twisting neck breaker!

Stone: Vizzini doesn’t give him a second, jumping on Shiner and locks a camel clutch.

Foxx: It’s quite sloppy.

Stone: It’s flawless actually.

Foxx: Shiner is pulling himself backwards trying to make the Sicilian lose his balance. Almost, Almost!

Stone: Romeo tumbles over the top.

Foxx: Bastard! Stole my line!

Stone: Both men up and Romeo with a right hook! Blocked! Shiner attempts an Irish Whip! He can’t move the larger man!

Foxx: Romeo counters into an Irish Whip of his own! Shiner flies into the turnbuckle.

The crowd stands as Shiner gets to the turnbuckle as his head is inches in front of the wire. Shiner is breathing heavily as he recognizes his near miss.

Stone: Too close! Vizzini spins Shiner around! Drop toe hold send Vizzini into the turnbuckle!

Foxx: Feel that? The momentum just shifted.

Shiner picks up Vizzini using the ring ropes as leverage.

Stone: Shiner using all his strength in this lift. GERMAN SUPLEX!

Foxx: Shiner bounces off the ropes! Back just centimeters from the wire!

Stone: Drop kick to the head of Vizzini.

While Vizzini is down Shiner waits by the ring ropes.

Stone: Shiner setting up for “Shiner Wizard”.

Foxx: Vizzini up! He turns!

Stone: Shiner misses!

Foxx: Vizzini hits a massive mid-air clothesline!

Stone: Shiner landed awkwardly on his head.

Foxx: When is the cage going to put to good use!

Stone: What’s this Vizzini has gone to the top rope! He stands up tall stalking Shiner with his eyes! Diving Cross Body!

Foxx: Epic fail! Countered into a scoop slam! Amazing show of athleticism by the young rookie.

Stone: Without a doubt, it seems that both men want this to be painful rather than ended. Dangerous mentality inside that structure.

Foxx: Shiner has picked up Vizzini and has locked in a sleeper hold, anything to calm the mafia man down.

Stone: This will not end well, Shiner is shorter and lighter than Vizzini.

Foxx: He locked it in though, even for the slightest second this hold will help calm the fire.

Stone: Vizzini moves backwards! Rams shiner right into the side of the cage!

The crowd groans, feeling Shiner’s pain.

Foxx: I told you not to do that crowd!

Stone: Romeo has put Shiner on the ropes, pushing him further into the barbs!

Foxx: Vizzini puts his feet on the second rope and begins to pummel away at Shiner.

Stone: Shiner has his hands up, nothing good is coming from this Romeo. Get away from the barbs!

Romeo continues to pummel away at Shiner who falls to his feet tearing away some skin from his back. Vizzini almost swings his fist forward into the barbs.

Stone: Shiner is in pain!

Foxx: Not as much pain as Vizzini will be in a second!

Shiner pulls Romeo’s feet away causing his face to drag across the cage side eventually causing Romeo’s neck to bounce off the top rope.

Stone: That is the most brutal hot shot I have seen in a long long time.

Foxx: Stupid Vizzini, he is now bleeding from his forehead because of his eagerness. Shades of Cricus Maximus.

Stone: Shiner pulls Romeo into the center of the ring. Picks the leg up. Reverse figure four!

Foxx: Now Stone if you roll this one over does it reverse the pressure?

Stone: Yes, it does.

Foxx: So it becomes a reverse, reverse figure four?

Stone: Nice set up, jackass.

Foxx: A match finishing submission in the center of the ring now, tap Romeo!

Stone: This is true but Vizzini has lived a hard life and most likely has been tortured for information in his past.

Foxx: He isn’t part of the Godfather cast.

Stone: No he isn’t, he actually lived through it.

Foxx: Vizzini has used his power advantage and reached his ropes.

Stone: Shiner breaks after a two count from the referee.

The referee pushes Shiner away as Vizzini takes a breather in the corner.

Stone: Shiner pushes the referee away. Slides in! Nobody home!

Foxx: Woah! The cage could of taken the journalist’s ability to father children away.

Stone: Simple rookie mistake, too eager and the veteran sucked him all the way in.

Foxx: Romeo stands over Shiner! High knee!

Stone: Using the ropes for the extra height.

Foxx: Romeo begins to climb out! What an Idiot!

Stone: Ahh wrong again Foxx, if you get high enough it is dangerous for your downed opponent to catch you.

Foxx: Wrong Stone.

Shiner has grabbed Vizzini by the foot and starts dragging him back to the mat. Shiner manages to set up for a power bomb.

Foxx: Shiner hits a massive power bomb, incredible strength.

Stone: Vizzini once again used his experience and pushed off the cage, taking the lesser of two pains.

Foxx: Shiner with a cover! 1...2... Kickout!

Stone: Shiner has gotten the upper hand once again, begins to work over the right shoulder of Vizzini.

Foxx: Nothing fancy, nothing glitzy. Abdominal stretch with some shots to tighten up the shoulder.

Stone: Old fashioned mat wrestling right here.

Shiner gets lower putting more pressure on the shoulder but relaxing the abdominal muscles, he starts blurting facts about RAMPAGE!

Stone: Dangerous place to keep your head, Shiner!

Foxx: Countered into a body scissors!

Stone: Shoulders down. 1.. 2... Shoulder Up.

Foxx: That was an accidental near fall, Shiner is thrashing about. He is just wearing himself out with every flail of his limb.

Stone: Not only that but Vizzini is fading fast as well, the knick to the forehead suffered has given him a crimson mask.

Foxx: Shiner wriggles free of the hold.

Stone: Both men on their feet, panting desperately for air.

Foxx: Shiner with a hook! Vizzini with a hook! Shiner! Vizzini!

Stone: Shiner again! Vizzini strikes hits nothing but air! Belly to belly suplex! Vizzini is down!

Foxx: Shiner sees his opportunity. Leaves the fallen man and bounds to the cage wall!

Stone: Up like a monkey.

Foxx: You’re a bigot sometimes Stone, I’m ashamed to be at your sides.

Shiner has made it half way up the side of the cage, before Vizzini gets to his feet and scrambles towards Shiner. Bouncing on the ropes Vizzini reaches up and grabs Shiner’s trunks. As Shiner is pulled his leg slips through the hole in the cage wall hanging Shiner up.

Stone: Shiner is in a brutal, brutal tree of woe.

Foxx: Woe indeed. Wait… what’s Romeo doing?!

Romeo bounces against the opposite ropes, runs back and delivers two boots to Shiner’s chest, the barbs stick in and pull flesh off Shiner’s back.

Stone: HOLY SHIT!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Foxx: Vizzini looks at Shiner. Hanging their hopelessly, blood seeping from his back!

Stone: ROMEO DOES IT AGAIN! Two boots to the chest!

Shiner’s weight and the impact of Vizzini attacks have caused the wire holding Shiner breaks loose causing Shiner to land heavily on his head.

Stone: Vizzini with a cover. 1...2...

Stone: Shiner gets his foot on the rope. Nothing but instinct there.

Foxx: Vizzini grabs Shiner by the arm and heaves him into the center of the ring. Cover. 1...2...Kickout!

Stone: 2.999999 seconds, refs hand was millimeters from the mat.

Foxx: If Vizzini had dragged Shiner into the middle of the mat first, he would have had a clean pinfall by now.

Stone: Referee is checking on the fallen Shiner, whose back looks like it has been mauled by a cat.

Foxx: Shiner gets to his feet, Vizzini straight on the attack! Double Arm DDT!

Stone: Into an Anaconda Vice!

Foxx: Shiner is up shit creek without a paddle!

Stone: No he is not! Shiner getting to a vertical base! He has his hand in the hold! It's open!

Foxx: Shiner hits a clothesline!

Stone: Taking both men to the mat.

Foxx: Shiner is spent, he dully places his arm across the chest of Vizzini. 1...2... Kickout.

Stone: Blood has painted the mat and I think that was the last ditch effort of Andrew Shiner.

Foxx: Vizzini helps Shiner to his feet and whips Shiner into the ring ropes.

Stone: Shiner’s head goes through the gap made earlier!

Foxx: Now if Shiner maneuver out that hole he would win…

Stone: Romeo rams into the back of Shiner! His whole body hits barbs.

Vizzini now pulls out a loose wire from the destructed side of the cage, with this he wraps it around the neck of Shiner.

Foxx: Italians are crazy!!

Stone: Shades of Ultimatum when a rookie Vizzini won an ultraviolent rules match by use of barbed wire.

Foxx: Vizzini holds on to Shiner using the wire as a leash.

Stone: Shiner can barely stand!

Foxx: Of course not, dogs struggle to stand on their hind legs.

Stone: So wrong, Foxx. This is brutal, Romeo is presenting Shiner. Blood all over the front, the face, the back. I think I can see barbs sticking out!

Vizzini pulls hard on the wire pulling Shiner into a Fireman’s Carry into an inverted Lungblower.

Foxx: LA SPADA SICILIANA!

1...

2...

3!

Cherry: Here is your winnner, by pinfall, and still ABANDONED CHAMPION!! ROOOOMEOOOO VIIIIZZIIINIIII!!!!

Romeo Vizzini (8.25 aps - 0.2 penalty + 2.1 avs = 10.35 total)
Andrew Shiner (3.08 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.1 avs = 2.98 total)

“Croatian Rhapsody” by Maksim blares across the P.A system once again as the cage goes back towards the roof. The referee hands Romeo his title back. Romeo shows the belt face to the crowd before draping it across his shoulder.

Stone: Brutal showing by Romeo but a very successful first title defense.

EMTs have rushed down to aid Shiner as the cage finishes its rise symbolically upwards. Romeo looks up towards the barbaric structure and salutes the crowd with a raise of his title.

Stone: We'll have more Catalyst after this quick visit backstage!

The camera opens up on a locker room that's been completely destroyed. Holes spot the walls, benches are broken into pieces, and clothes are strewn about the floor.

Finally, the camera comes across Cactus Sam laid out on the floor. His left arm is wrapped tight in barbwire that's strung around a pipe protruding from the wall. Blood is oozing from the gashes on his arm and pooling up on the floor under him. His right leg seems to be bent at an unnatural angle. The man would appear dead, but for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Larsen: Oh my god, look at this.

The camera continues hovering over Cactus Sam who still shows no signs of coming around. His face is peppered with cuts and abrasions.

Morpheus: This- this must be what Mercutio was talking about! Cactus Sam looks dead!

Larsen: I think you're right. This just had to be Havoc's doing.

The camera comes around from another angle and finds the top of Cactus Sam's head oozing blood from a particularly nasty gash. To the right, a blood splatter adorns the wall where maybe this head trauma took place.

Morpheus: This is truly an act of evil. Only someone lacking a soul could do this to another human being. This is...wonderful!

Larsen hesitates for a second, trying to digest what he has just heard from his announce partner.

Larsen: In this case, it was a group of soulless bastards, Morph.

Morpheus: Even better, but I wonder what will become of the Tag Title match? Looks like Dunn won't have a partner.

Larsen: That's a good question, Morph.

The camera makes one final swoop and picks up on a trail of blood. The trail comes to an end at a shattered mirror. Within the remaining shards, it almost looks as if the four faces of Havoc are smiling back at us.


“Lake of Fire” by Nirvana shoots through the PA system as Janus Flare makes his way out from the curtain to the ring, a rousing chorus of boos following him.





Cherry: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner becoming the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE C-4 DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first from Utopian Nation, weighing 185 pounds, FLARE!

Stone: Talk about a real man.

Foxx: You’re retarded. Flare has had chance after chance at opportunity and each time he was washed out like the crap stain on someones underpants.

Stone: Stop stealing my material, jockstrap. Flare has had opportunities in the past, but this isn’t the same Flare, obviously. This man is new and improved and is going to show the world he means business.

“Like a Prayer by Rufio” drowns out Nirvana as Wraith makes his way onto the stage as directed by Dorian Gray, the crowd suddenly supporting the veteran.

Cherry: His opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 185 pounds….WRAITH!

Foxx: Now this is a guy who we can support. He’s been on a mission his whole career to bring honor and prestige back to the squared circle.

Stone: The only thing honorable he could do right now is make an about face and leave the arena for good. This man is an abomination and I for one will never show him my support.

Wraith slides into the ring and both wrestlers circle each other before the bell rings. When the ref signals they follow in with a standard tie up center ring. Wraith is able to turn Flare around and german suplex him back. He then rolls through and lands a nice take down, locking Flare in a headlock.

Foxx: Beautiful chain tactics from Wraith, Flare is off to a rocky start.

Stone: False sense of security, Foxx.

Foxx: Wraith is now standing up, DDT! He continues to hold the head in that headlock and wraps in a body scissors! Wraith is looking to end this match early!

Stone: Nobody will be ending this match early. Unless its Flare.

Foxx: Flare’s growing red in the face here. Wraith has that grip on pretty tightly and- woah! Wait! Flare is beginning to stand up! Powerbomb! He’s still holding on! Another powerbomb, but Wraith refuses to let go!

Stone: Flare’s going to pull out all the big guns. He’s formulating his strategy and-

Foxx: Flare charges to the corner and powerbombs Wraith right into the turnbuckles! Flare quickly charges in, off the bottom rope, KICK TO THE FACE!

Stone: Those kicks are like thunder in your face.

Foxx: Are you implying Flare is fat?

Stone: NO! You devil, I would never say such blasphemies!

Back in the ring Flare is trying to crack his neck as Wraith continues to slump down into the turnbuckle. When Flare turns back, however, Wrath pulls him down into the second pad and shoots up to his feet.

Foxx: Wraith with a quick move there!

Stone: What treachery!

Foxx: Wraith charges forward, DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Flare stumbles back, CLOTHESLINE! Wraith with the pin! One, Two, NO! Flare kicks out!

Stone: The will of a champion!

Foxx: You know, both of these men have very interesting histories with both possible C-4 champions. Flare has teamed with Hostyle, but has lost to Drew Michaels three times, consecutively. Not to mention Wraith’s on again off again friendship with Drew and natural rivalry with Hostyle.

Stone: You talk of Wraith as if he’s an animal. Are you implying he’s not a whole person?

Foxx: What! No, that’s absurd!

Stone: Sure it is… sure it is.

Back in the ring Wraith is working over Flare again. He has Flare trapped in an arm bar in the center of the ring.

Foxx: Wraith seems to be utilizing a strategy of attacking Flare’s upper body and it could be working well- wait!

Stone: You spoke too soon!

Foxx: Flare sweeps out the legs from Wraith and is stomping away at him! Flare bounces off the ropes and slides right into Wraith! He runs over and jumps off the second rope, moonsault! Flare hit a moonsault! He goes to cover Wraith, one, TWO, NO! Kick out at two!

Stone: He’s just letting him think he can win so its sweeter when he crushes his spirit.

Flare gets up, visibly angry. He collects himself for a few seconds and bounces off the ropes, charging at Wraith.

Foxx: Flare tries a yakuza kick, HE MISSES! WRAITH IS UP QUICK!HE NAILED THE STORM BREAKER! THAT DUCK UNDER LARIAT! FLARE IS STILL UP ON HIS FEET!

Stone: Lucky shot!

Foxx: LOOK! SHOWTUNE! WRAITH HIT HIS PATENTED SUPERKICK! FLARE FALLS TO ONE KNEE!

Stone: Look at Flare’s determination!

Foxx: Wraith charges up, SHADES OF GRAY! WRAITH LOCKS IN THAT TAZZMISSION ON FLARE! HE CANT LAST LONG!

Stone: NO! CHEATER! SCOUNDREL!

Flare struggles for a minute before he begins to wane. The ref lifts his hand in the air.

Foxx: Flare could be in trouble here. His hand drops for the one count!

Stone: NO!

Foxx: It drops for a two- NO! HE HELD IT UP AT TWO!

Stone: OH THANK GOD!

Foxx: Flare grabs the rope! He pushes back and knocks both of them to the mat! Flare is the first one up!

Stone: Look at that look in his eyes, he is a vicious killer! I feel bad for Wraith. Well, I’d feel bad, if he didn’t deserve it.

Foxx: Flare charges from a three point stance! He slides and takes out Wraiths legs! Wraith falls flat on his face! Flare with a springboard leg drop to the back of Wraiths head! Look at Flare play to the crowd

Stone: Listen to the cheers!

Foxx: That’s Booing, Stone.

Stone: Not in my world.

Foxx: Wraith is pulling himself up with the ropes! Flare moves over-

Stone: Like a lion stalking his prey!

Foxx: KICK TO THE GUT! HE LIFTS WRAITH! END OF THE WORLD IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Stone: NASTY MOVE THERE!

Foxx: HE PINS WRAITH! ONE TWO THREE!

Stone: YES!

Foxx: WRAITH BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP AT 4 BUT ITS TOO LATE!

Cherry: Here is your winner and NEW C-4 Number One Contender, JANUS FLARE!

Janus Flare (8.4 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.8 total)
Wraith (8.3 aps + 1.3 avs = 9.6 total)

"Lake of Fire" By Nirvana plays as Flare quickly exits the ring, very pleased with his win. Wraith on the other hand is uncharacteristically furious with his loss, he argues back and forth with the ref about how his shoulder was up. Gray looks on, upset in his own right.

Foxx: The fag won't have his shot this time! Awesome!

Stone: Personal feelings aside, that was an outstanding match but Flare showed why he may be the one to watch in 2009, scoring a huge win over the C-4 pioneer. Hostyle or Drew, whoever wins later tonight will have their hands full.

Foxx: Agreed, for once. More Catalyst after this quick visit backstage!

Veronica Cherrywood is looking impeccably attractive as always as she stands in the interview area, ready for her next superstar.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the former FMW Abandoned Champion, Skyler Striker!

The crowd cheers as the camera pans out to reveal Striker, looking confident as ever.

Cherrywood: So, Skyler – obviously you would have been preparing to face John Derrick and Christian G. Smitten in the main event tonight, but instead you’re up against Eric Scorpio, thanks to the people voting in Nick Bryson. How have you changed your preparations to face the former FMW Champion?

Striker: To be honest, I haven’t changed too many preparations at all. I was going to be facing either the current AND the former FMW Champion in the main event, or I was going to be facing Eric – which I am – or I was going to be facing Bryson, a man who’s beaten every single FMW Champion we’ve had. They’re all top competitors. But facing Eric is about as good as I could ask for. A chance to put a win in my column, to defeat a former champion? I couldn’t be happier. I want to earn my way into the main event, and this is the way to do it.

Cherrywood: And your feelings on who’s going to win the main event tonight?

Striker: I’ve got to root for Derrick. Believe it or not the guy deserves to be the Champion – if it hadn’t been for Smitten’s low-down tactics at Circus Maximus, he’d still BE the Champion now.

TyranT: Howdy.

The camera pans back further and Striker’s eyes narrow as TyranT appears on the set.

Striker: You’re looking a bit beaten up there, Ty. Recovered from Alex yet?

TyranT: None o’ yer beeswax. Looks like Faith’s little number on yer left its mark as well.

Striker: Did you just come here to chat? Or do you want something?

TyranT: Ah came here to tell ye’ that yer a fuckin’ pansy, actually. Yer’ still living in Derrick’s shadow. Ye’ can’t go a minute without talkin’ about the man, for fuck’s sake. When are ye’ gonna be a man and step out, become a force of yer own? Like ah did?

There’s a moment’s pause and Striker says nothing. TyranT pounces on the weakness.

TyranT: See? Ye’ know ah’m right. Come on, Striker, we both know yer’ a better man than that.

Striker: Listen, what are you even doing here? You should still be in the hospital after what Alex did to you.

TyranT: Nothin’ stops the TyranT. Ah’m gonna put RAMPAGE! out of commission for fuckin’ good. And if ye’ had that kind of passion in yer, Striker, maybe ye might have won Mount Vesuvius. Instead, yer took a fifty foot fall at the TyranT’s hands.

Striker: I’d be careful with my words, Ty. I may not have the torch, but after tonight? You might not have it either.

Striker walks off the set and TyranT storms off the opposite way, leaving Cherrywood confused as to who to follow.





Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, From Perth, Australia, weighing in at 210 pounds, SKYLER STRIKER!!!!

“Break Free” by Decyfer Down hits the speakers as Skyler walks in, stops at the top of the ramp. Raises both arms and two lines of pyro fire along the sides of the ramp, from top to bottom and then back up. He then walks down the ramp as the pyro is going off. Striker jumps up on the apron, goes inside the ring and gets up on the bottom and middle rope, looking at the crowd and posing.

Stone: And here is Skyler Striker. A strong competitor of FMW, yet he has not won a match since capturing the Abandoned Title at Lethal Injection against Tyrant! This recent form may continue tonight as he doesn’t look 100% here. Nonetheless, if he defeats Scorpio here tonight, he may just cement himself into the Main Event picture.

Morpheus: Well, the only reason he became good all of a sudden was because Doc walked with him. But you know, if you drive your mentor into the canvas you’ll never make it in this business.

Cherry: And his opponent, from Sudbury, Ontario, weighing in at 263 pounds… ERIC SCORPIO!!!

"No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park hits the PA as a variety of pyro's erupt from the stage as Eric Scorpio emerges from behind the flames with alternating blue and white lights on him. Eric Scorpio then while standing on the stage dressed with his long black leather trench coat gives a glance to the crowd as he almost acknowledges them. As he makes his way down the ramp the crowd give a gratified applause. He continues walking down the ramp, while now focusing on Skyler in the ring and slides into the ring with great haste, standing in the middle of the ring waiting for the bell.

Stone: An elaborate introduction there for Scorpio. A fitting entrance for one of the greats of FMW.

Morpheus: I think he deserves it, Stone. Scorpio has proven to be one of the hardest competitors of FMW and I hope he gets the win here tonight to show how dominate he is.

Stone: He doesn’t have the greatest record of late, in honesty. But, he’s a great wrestler nonetheless and Striker should definitely be on his guard.

By the time the commentators are done, Scorpio is ready and Striker grins as Scorpio faces him. The bell rings and without hesitation, Striker charges at Scorpio with a quick right, Scorpio simply ducks the blow and superkicks the turning Striker.

Morpheus: Nice shot from Scorpio!

Stone: Indeed it was, executed to perfection. Now Scorpio follows it up with a springboard moonsault.

Morpheus: And misses! Striker rolls out of the ring and Scorpio gets to his feet, he charges over the top rope!

Stone: STRIKER CATCHES HIM! POWERSLAM INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Scorpio collapses to the ground and Striker takes a few steps back, before running and delivering a thundering punt to the head of Scorpio. Scorpio’s neck bends awkwardly and Striker picks him up, rolling him into the ring.

Morpheus: That was a vicious attack from Striker, totally uncalled for!

Stone: I beg to differ. Striker actually chose his spot and used Scorpio’s dive as an opportunity, and he’ll be a bit more lenient just to pick up the win tonight.

Morpheus: Well, nevertheless, Striker going for a pin attempt now.

The pin reaches one and a half before Scorpio lifts his shoulder and Striker gets to his feet, hoisting Scorpio up as well.

Stone: Striker positions himself, he’s going for Exile to Oblivion! He wants to end this quickly…

Morpheus: Counter! Scorpio reads the move and throws Striker to the mat by his leg, and he’s going for a submission!

Stone: Shades of Ric Flair with the Figure Four leg lock!

Morpheus: Striker hasn’t taken any damage to the legs yet, so he probably won’t tap, but he’s definitely gonna be feeling the pain after this one, Stoner!

Stone: Striker is desperately reaching out for a rope but he can’t find one!

Morpheus: This is great entertainment! Striker’s going to leave in a wheelchair!

Stone: That’s a bit unfair, look at the pressure Scorpio is putting on Striker in the leglock! Striker is wriggling for all he’s worth, trying to break the hold!

Morpheus: Where’s Doc now, Striker?

Stone: Striker doesn’t need him! He wants Scorpio alone, he wants to prove that he can beat a former FMW Champion!

Morpheus: Striker’s almost got the ropes! Look!

Striker’s fingertips brush the ropes but the referee cannot see as Scorpio yells out to distract him. Pulling Striker into the center of the ring, Scorpio applies as much pressure as possible and second by second takes the legs out from Striker.

Stone: Striker is fighting harder! It’s Skyler vs… well, versus something here and from the looks of it, Striker might just pull through and get to the ropes!

Morpheus: Scorpio gives it one last attempt…

Stone: And Striker wins the fight! He has the ropes and the referee tells Scorpio to let go.

Morpheus: But he’s taking full advantage of that, four seconds to break the hold there! That’s real strategy, Stoner. You’ve got to make every second count.

Stone: And Striker pulls himself to the corner, holding his left leg, which has now been severely damaged by Scorpio.

Morpheus: It’s why Scorpio is such a competitor here in FMW, Stone, he’s mechanical, thinks everything through with true logic. If you take out the legs of the opponent, you have a huge advantage.

Stone: Nevertheless, Striker’s never been one to give up easy, and he slowly pulls himself to his feet!

Morpheus: Scorpio is standing there, just looking at Striker, daring him to come at him, but if Striker does, he’s probably going to injure himself more!

Stone: Striker is glaring at Scorpio and he takes a step closer, and a VICIOUS right hook! Striker takes Scorpio to the mat and Scorpio looks like he’s been shot!

Morpheus: Striker lifts Scorpio, whips him, Scorpio hits the ropes and he rebounds, no, he hangs on and Striker has attempted a standing dropkick!

Stone: And look at him go down! Striker goes to the mat with one good leg and he’s holding onto his left one like it’s about to fall off!

Morpheus: Strategy again! Scorpio is just luring Striker, getting himself into perfect position and holding back at the last minute! This match is over, winner… Scorpio!

Stone: It’s not over until the fat lady sings.

Morpheus: I didn’t know your sister was a singer!

Stone: *Sigh*. Back to the match and Scorpio forcefully pulls Striker up, and with a quick grapple, he delivers a technically sound suplex in the center of the ring to Striker, who must feel like the last drop of rain.

Morpheus: Nice metaphor there.

Stone: Thanks. Scorpio drops a couple of knees to the leg of Striker there, further taking him out, and Scorpio is climbing the turnbuckle!

Morpheus: You know, Stone, Scorpio is in great form tonight, he might pull off the fairytale ending here.

Stone: True, and he’s in the air! Scorpio lands a diving leg drop to the injured leg of Striker and can you hear Striker yelp!

Morpheus: So even you admit that he’s losing!

Stone: There’s no doubt. But people have come back from greater circumstances.

Morpheus: True that. Scorpio now going for a pin, and he’s got one, two… yes!

Stone: TH…No! Striker gets the shoulder off the mat! Scorpio goes straight back to work with a few elbows to the leg and then he’s off to a different approach!

Morpheus: Scorpio hitting the ropes, going for a baseball slide to knock Striker out of the ring…

Stone: OUCH! Striker rolls sideways and that huge forearm smashes Scorpio dead in the groin! And he follows it there with a rollup pin! Striker might come away with the win here!

The ref breaks the count at two, seeing Scorpio with his hand on the ropes, and Striker slides out of the ring, taking a quick breather and massaging his leg before rolling back in, where he meets Scorpio face to face in the center of the ring.

Morpheus: Its a showdown!

Stone: Definitely! Who will strike the first blow, though?

Morpheus: Scorpio connects with a left, and Striker with a right!

Stone: And again! These two fine wrestlers are dueling it out.

Morpheus: This isn’t a boxing ring, but it could be after this is over…someone’s gonna get KO’d! Striker with a right hand and a left jab!

Stone: And to the bridge of the nose! There’s the left jab, a left hook across the temple, an uppercut palm to Scorpio! And Skyler takes a few steps back to connect with a running step-up enzuigiri to the dazed Scorpio ! This one could be over, but it looks like while Scorpio is down, Striker also stays down, no doubt regaining himself!

Morpheus: The ref is counting them!

Stone: One, two, three…

Morpheus: …four, five…

Stone: And it’s a six count before Striker is on his feet! Well, while holding the ropes to keep himself up.

Morpheus: He heads over to Scorpio, and a vicious elbow to the side of Scorpio’ head, Scorpio now on his knees!

Stone: Scorpio just keeps getting up, Striker can’t believe it! Maybe Scorpio was right, from the start…maybe he is a God.

Morpheus: And Scorpio is up! Striker goes for a strong fist but Scorpio ducks it and positions his hand into the back of Striker’s left leg! He takes Striker down and Scorpio now blasting Skyler with a flurry of blows to the mid-section and head. Skyler manages to get to his feet, however Scorpio has bounced of the ropes and serves up an STK!!

Stone: Striker hits the mat, Scorpio goes for the furthest rope and he’s grasped it with two hands and is already gaining strength in the movement of the ropes, but he’s waiting! I know where this is going!

Morpheus: Striker gets up slowly, but he shouldn’t! Look at Striker just struggling to stand! And he doesn’t even know Scorpio is waiting for him at the ropes!

Stone: Striker turns, Scorpio releases! Springboard Clothesline! Scorpio connects and Striker is on the mat again! Scorpio is on him straight away and the pinfall is here!
One… two… no! Striker has a shoulder up!

Morpheus: What? Bull! Count again, ref, that’s got to be three!

Stone: Striker’s just not the type of guy to say it’s over before it’s actually over! He rolls away and Scorpio tries to catch him, Striker’s on his knee and Scorpio lets him get up, big mistake as Scorpio is sent flying with a vicious Roundhouse kick! Striker has gotten his second wind!

Morpheus: Scorpio stands, but a toe kick from Striker, and you can see the grimace on his face as he pulls Scorpio in and it looks like he’s readying Scorpio for EXILE TO OBLIVION!!!

Stone: Striker’s leg is shaking! But just look at that strength! Striker yells out in fury and he won’t let his leg give in! Striker hooks up Scorpio… AND HE’S GOT SCORPIO IN POSITION!

Striker yells out and executes his finisher perfectly.

Morpheus: YOU’VE KILLED SCORPIO, YOU MORON!

Stone: I don’t think he cares! He’s going for the pin! One… two… Thre…NO! Scorpio gets his shoulder up!

Morpheus: Come on Scorpio! This is your chance to end it with a massive win, GET UP QUICK!

Striker looks to the crowd and then back to the fallen Scorpio.

Stone: Skyler can’t believe how the hell Scorpio managed to survive that…but he’s quickly back to Scorpio in the same pose.

Morpheus: NOT AGAIN!!! Skyler’s setting Scorpio up for another EXILE TO OBLIVION!!!

Striker’s leg is shaking! But just look at that strength! Striker yells out in fury and he won’t let his leg give in! But there is only so much a human is capable of and as he raises his leg for the sweep…SKYLER BUCKLES!!! And Scorpio falls free from Striker’s clutches, as both men now lay in the ring clutching different parts of their body, Skyler to his left leg and Scorpio to his right ribs.

Stone: Both men slowly coming to their feet, Scorpio getting up a little bit quicker and capitalizing on this with a quick kick to Skyler’s left leg.

Morpheus: Looks like Scorpio has got the idea now. Target the leg and then follow up with a substantial move. Scorpio with a hard clothesline, laying Skyler down, he’s building up the momentum again.

Scorpio pulls Striker to his feet and lifts him up into a powerbomb grapple and executes a powerbomb backbreaker.

Stone: Could all be over soon…Scorpio with a quick pin, one…two…TH… NO! Skyler is not going to go down to anything less than a top move. But it looks like Scorpio has that covered…. SCORPIO’S SCOURGE CONNECTS!!! Cover, One...Two...Thr-NO! Striker kicked out!

The corwd gasps at the nearfall as Scorpio's face grows a little emotional, which is rather uncharacteristic for him.

Morpheus: Scorpio is a bit flustered for the first time in career…I think he's made a realization… With Skyler slowly rising from the canvas, Scorpio is already in position for another high classed move at the ropes…He leaps…AND EXECUTES A SCORPION HANGOVER!! The move that won him the FMW championship executed to perfection!

With Skyler driven back into the canvas, Scorpio finally makes for the pin

Stone: One… TWO…THREEEEEE!!!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, “The Cleanser of Sinners” ERIC SCORPIOOOOOOOO!!!

Eric Scorpio (8.56 aps + 1.3 avs = 9.86 total)
Skyler Striker (8.53 aps + 1.2 avs = 9.73 total)

Stone: What a contest, what a victory…Eric Scorpio, you will be missed, if this is to be it. A Former FMW Heavyweight Champion, a true Main Eventer and a veteran of this gruesome sport.

Morpheus: The only reason its so gruesome is because we have to listen to you suck up to the majority of the wrestler…show some balls and say what you really think about Scorpio.

Stone: He’s a man that represents FMW to the heart and if I was to back mouth him, I’d be cursed for the rest of my life. Nonetheless, respect him or not…That man deserves this win and to be able to pick up a win in your last match especially against a wrestler as capable as Skyler Striker is a credit to his legacy… This is truly a fairytale ending for Eric Scorpio if this is to be it.

"No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park hits as the commentators continue to talk about the match in particular Eric Scorpio. We see the man roll out of the ring and for a second to look back at the ring, place his hand on the canvas, quickly glance over at the stirring Striker and then turn back and make his way up the ramp. Once Scorpio starts to walk up the ramp a growing chant can be heard from the crowd.

“THANK YOU, ERIC…THANK YOU, ERIC…”

In hearing this Scorpio looks up to the crowds and acknowledges the chant and continues to make his way up the ramp and eventually to the back rooms.

Stone: Whether you’re a good guy or a bad guy, you always appreciate where you came from and what you managed to do…Eric, you did it all and FMW thanks you for it all.

Morpheus: Well, he went out a winner if this is it. And with this soap opera episode over…stay tuned for more of the same, its going to be a marathon. Let's go backstage.

Backstage Saint Michael Dreamkiller is shown clapping as a monitor shows him Eric Scorpio’s win.

SMD: You know X, I really hope Eric Scoprio sticks around after this is all said and done. A man like him could truly do well in my new vision of Full Metal Wrestling.

Before his musings can continue the door to his office slams open and an irate looking Dante Jones barges in, stopping just short of the desk Dreamkiller sits behind.

RAMPAGE: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

SMD: Running this sho...

RAMPAGE: Just because Chris Austin is general manager tonight doesn’t mean I got stupid Dreamkiller, nor does it mean I don’t still have a shit load more pull around here than you.

SMD: You’re point being?

RAMPAGE: My point is that I personally removed you from Full Metal Wrestling, but like a cockroach here you are again, stirring up more shit. I just had a nice little talk with Celeste and we both believe it is in this company’s best interest if I remove you again. Either you take your toy and leave, or I will MAKE you leave.

SMD: I was wondering when you’d show up to do this...

RAMPAGE: I’m ever so sorry I’m late. Had more important things than a little shit roach like you to attend to, like preparing for my match.

SMD: Yes, I imagine the preparation for taking on a cripple must be exhausting for a man of your abilities. You claim I am not in this company’s best interest, but one must ask, how are you?

You who had his former tag team partner, Alex O’Rion, beat a promising star such as TyranT within an inch of his life just so you could hang onto your worthless career one more day. What a laugh.

Suddenly, RAMPAGE dives over the table, knocking Dreamkiller off the chair and pinning him to the ground by his throat.

RAMPAGE: You don’t know SHIT about what happened to TyranT, I had nothing to do with it.

Before RAMPAGE can continue X’s hand clamps down on his own and pulls him off of Saint Michael. The beast's handler gets up and dusts himself off before facing RAMPAGE again.

SMD: Now now Dante, control that anger of yours. You have quite the easy match ahead of you, but if you place your hands on me again my pet here may have to put that in jeopardy.

Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go have a chat with Celeste, and I know you have better things to be doing than talking to me. Best of luck Dante. I’ll see you around, or not. I couldn’t care either way.

Dreamkiller laughs as he and X exit the office to go look for Celeste. RAMPAGE stands there for a moment seething before suddenly grabbing a portrait of Dreamkiller hanging in the office and shattering it over his knee.


We cut to Morpheus and Stone, sitting quite excitedly at ringside. They place their conversation on the backburner as they notice the camera staring right at them.

Stone: Welcome back to FMW Catalyst, and it’s quite safe to say that Chris Austin has already put on quite a spectacle for us, don’t you think?

Morpheus: Even if he is a little pissant, there's no doubt! Moments like what we have and we will have created tonight will be resonating through the history of Full Metal Wrestling for generations to come!

Stone: Such huge matches already occurring…

Stone is cut off by the sounding of a single guitar, kicking off "Written in Cold Blood" by Mindless Self Indulgence. Wearing both FMW Tag Team Championship Belts over his shoulders, Matt P. Dunn walks down to the ring. He waves out to the crowd, getting a chorus of boos from all around. He stops and stares at a child near the ramp who cheers at the top of his lungs and laughs at him before he continues to the ring.





Morpheus: What’s going on here?

Stone: I think he’s here to address his Tag Partner situation for tonight. Good on him for preparing!

Dunn: Earlier tonight. Something happened and I should have seen it coming. HavOc coming for Cactus Sam. Incapacitating him in the manner that they did. It’s flattering really, I practically created the art of Incapacitating members of Tag Teams.

The crowd boo in disgust of Dunn. Dunn, knowing he’s superior to these fans, just keeps talking over the top of them.

Dunn: Nick Rijkaard. Vengeance. Chris Black. Tempest. Need I go on?

Morpheus: It’s an impressive list, some of the most influential Tag Teams in FMW are in that list.

Dunn: Now HavOc, you really didn’t think I’d take this lying down now, did you? I’m thinking an eye for an eye, friends. And you know…

Matt Dunn points up to the Full Metaltron, where Syanide and the Television Champion O’Rion walk backstage heading towards the ring rather confidently. They seem to be completely oblivious to what is happening in the ring.

Dunn: I’ve decided I want that eye taken in 3…2…1…

Suddenly, Chris Kelson and Hostyle rush out and surprise the HavOc members. Kelson immediately targets O’Rion while Hostyle tries to contain Syanide.

Stone: Oh my God! Kelson and Hostyle! What are they doing here! Kelson tries to clothesline O’Rion to the ground, but O’Rion ducks it. He turns around, Hostyle’s got work cut out for him.

Morpheus: O’Rion and Syanide starting him right in the face, but here comes Kelson with a quick Superkick on Syanide!

Stone: The distraction gives O’Rion the chance to pass Hostyle and he’s high tailing it out of there!

Morpheus: Syanide’s trapped though! Here he is getting up, and it looks like the Innovators have something huge on their mind.

Stone: No doubt it’s a lot of malicious intent. Syanide copping some… innovative boots to the stomach as Hostyle and Kelson stomp a mud hole in him.

Morpheus: Hostyle the general, ordering Kelson to pick up Syanide, running in, BRUTAL RUNNING 360 FLYING KNEE TO SYANIDE! The Sadistic One is busted open by pure innovation!

Stone: This has to stop! Where’s the rest of HavOc, why’d O’Rion flee like that? Hostyle and Kelson are practically killing Syanide here! Kelson helps Hostyle hoist him up and HOSTYLE HYSTERIA UNO CONNECTS, RIGHT ONTO THE CONCRETE!!

The crowd grimaces as Syanide lands headfirst. You could almost here a crunch-like sound upon impact.

Morpheus: Look at the ladder there! Chris Kelson points at it as Hostyle grabs it and lays it on its side, this looks dangerous. This could be fantastic Stone! Hostyle picks up the broken, lifeless body of Syanide and helps Kelson set him up...

Stone: He’s not even conscious, he can’t stand!

Morpheus: They don’t care, they’re putting Syanide on the shelf. Kelson lifts...OH YOUR GOD! Throat First across the ladder went Syanide with what I believe is called the E.M.T!!!

Stone: OH MY GOD!! SYANIDE COULD BE DEAD!!!! SOMEONE GET BACK THERE! TRAINERS!! WRESTLERS!! ANYBODY!!!

Fittingly...EMTs come rushing from everywhere pushing Kelson and Hostyle out of the way as the two survey their work. With big grins on each of their faces, Hostyle and Kelson give a thumbs up down the camera, obviously to Matt Dunn. Back in the ring, Dunn looks at the Full Metaltron with a wicked smile across his face. Next to him in the ring is a referee, who ran out during Syanide’s beat down.

Dunn: Even in these changed times, we see the Original Sin sticking together. Since our opponents can not field a tag team tonight, I demand that we be named the winners by forfeit.

The referee looks at Dunn as if he’s crazy. Dunn pulls the microphone away from his face and tells him to do it. The referee shrugs his shoulder, and yells something to Buster Cherry at ringside.

Cherry: … Here are your winners, via forfeit, and STILL FMW Tag Team Champions…

Buster Cherry is cut off by “Fuck You (An Ode to No One)” by The Smashing Pumpkins, sending the crowd into a rabid frenzy. The FMW Television Champion O’Rion runs down to the ring, Championship belt on his shoulder and Louis the baseball bat in hand. He slides into the ring and goes face to face with Matt Dunn, snatching the microphone off him.

O’Rion: That was very sneaky, very sneaky. Kudos to you sir! Kudos to you. However, I still want the tag titles. So, I’m challenging you, one on one, for the Tag Team Championships. What do you say?

Dunn laughs at O’Rion as the crowd tries to egg Dunn on. Without taking his eyes off O’Rion, he takes the microphone back and raises it to his mouth.

Dunn: Do you have a death wish? You have already wrestled once tonight, do you REALLY want to die tonight?

O’Rion: Hey, a lot of wild and crazy things have happened tonight already, why not add the first ever singles match for the Tag Team Championships to the list? Unless of course, you’re scared!

Matt Dunn stares at O’Rion, before taking the Tag Team Titles off his shoulder and handing them to the referee. O’Rion does the same with his TV Championship and Louis.

Stone: I think there’s the answer, Dunn is hardly scared and is going to defend the titles right now.





Morpheus: And O’Rion brings the pain right away, knocking Dunn down with a clothesline to kick this off.

Stone: Bell finally rings, I guess this is an official match, replacing the originally scheduled Tag Title match. Dunn back to his feet but O’Rion knocks him back down again, this time with a shoulder block.

Morpheus: O’Rion in fine form early on, having already competed once earlier tonight, successfully defending his TV Title against Chris Kelson. Something, I don’t think the rising star is going to soon forget.

Stone: Gee, I wonder what makes you say that?

Morpheus: Just a hunch I guess.

Stone: Well, the artist formerly known as Mercutio is in complete control as he locks Matt P. Dunn to the ground with an arm bar. Dunn though shows terrific strength, reversing it into a roll up. It’s a cover, but O’Rion breaks it up before the Ref can get down to the ground.

Morpheus: O’Rion trying to stay on the front foot here, as both men rise to their feet, it’s Dunn who takes the early advantage. Spinebuster by Dunn puts O’Rion on his back and takes some of his precious energy with it.

Stone: O’Rion can’t take many big hits like that tonight. Dunn looking to capitalize with a submission, he’s looking for a Boston Crab, but O’Rion’s got too much fight left in him yet. He wriggles one leg free, and pushes Dunn away with it.

Morpheus: Dunn walks backwards into the rope and uses the momentum it gives. He bounds over O’Rion who’s gotten to his knees. Dunn jumps onto the ropes and goes for a Springboard Elbow, misses.

Stone: O’Rion’s turn now as he attempts an elbow drop, but Dunn rolls out of the way and he's to his feet quickly. O’Rion charges in but gets caught with a hip toss. Dunn follows up with a Double underhook setup as O’Rion tries to escape.

O’Rion tries to roll the key lock through, but Dunn rolls through with him, causing a pin attempt. However, O’Rion rolls close enough to the ropes to put his foot on there, forcing a rope break.

Morpheus: Rope break is quickly noted.

Stone: Dunn preparing all sorts of trouble for O’Rion as he waits for him to stand. Knee to the midsection of O’Rion, Vertical Suplex from Dunn connects! Cover by Dunn, 1…2… kick out!

Morpheus: What do they feed them on Alchemy, Stone? A suplex from Dunn, something he isn’t best known for got a long two count? For shame O’Rion, for shame…

Stone: O’Rion’s been through a match already tonight. It will be in his best interests to finish this early if he really wants to capture the Tag Team gold.

Morpheus: Or, you know, he could’ve save us all the trouble of finding out who’ll win and taken the forfeit win.

Stone: That’s not how O’Rion, HavOc or FMW rolls. You should know that Morpheus, you’ve been here long enough and they are on your brand.

Dunn hits O’Rion with a running neck breaker as he stands, taking the TV Champion down once again.

Morpheus: Neck breaker by Dunn, cover again, 1…2… kick out by O’Rion.

Stone: Dunn cranking up the intensity now, not allowing himself to get frustrated, drags O’Rion to his feet and hits a brutal DDT.

Morpheus: Dunn is in top form tonight. No cover this time, he picks up O’Rion, and slams him back down to the mat, hard. He drags him to his feet again, before slamming him once more! Dunn is on the move as he heads to the ropes. Springboard splash conencts!! Here’s the cover, 1…2…Kickout by O'Rion! That was close!

Stone: O’Rion refusing to stay down, but each time he kicks out, Dunn goes that little bit further in his next round of attacks. Dunn drags O’Rion into the corner, towering above him. It looks like he’s lining up O’Rion’s head with his knee.

Dunn grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle, and jumps. He then uses his own momentum and the leverage of the ropes to force his knee forward. However, O’Rion rolls out of the way, forcing Dunn’s knee to meet turnbuckle.

Morpheus: O’Rion moves! He avoids what could have certainly been a disaster of epic proportions. Dunn holds onto his knee in pain! Oh the drama!

Stone: O’Rion forcing himself to his feet now. Dunn cringing as he tries to rise himself. Has O’Rion just taken out Dunn’s valuable aerial and speed assault?

Morpheus: Fuckin' yeah to that if he has.

Stone: O’Rion choosing not to focus on the knee, as he pounds away at the head of Matt Dunn with those punishing fists. O’Rion takes one step back, before delivering a harsh heel kick to the jaw of Dunn.

Morpheus: O’Rion gives no rest to Dunn, picking up his broken body and delivers snap suplex to the 'Threefold Man' from England. Dunn looks like he took that very, very hard. O’Rion didn’t expect him to take it with as much force as he did.

Stone: I don’t think he’ll complain though. O’Rion goes in, but gets caught with an inside cradle by the possum-playing Dunn!! 1…2… Kickout!! O’Rion got caught by real surprise there.

Morpheus: Such underhandedness by Matt Dunn. He made that move look like 10 million bucks, when it was just a regular 10 buck move.

Stone: Did you just compare a snap suplex to currency?

Morpheus: Now’s not the time to worry about my analogies Stone, there’s a match going on. Matt Dunn and O’Rion are back on their feet, both men lock up in a collar and elbow. Dunn gets the early advantage with a side headlock, which he turns into a pushed whip across the ring.

Stone: O’Rion bounces on the rope, Dunn with the leapfrog over. O’Rion rebounds again, ducking the reverse elbow. O’Rion uses his speed as he springboards off the rope into a cross body! Dunn rolls through for a pin, and O’Rion grabs the rope, breaking the count.

Morpheus: Both men to their feet again, this time O’Rion takes the lead with a knee to the midsection. Vertical suplex coming, but Dunn turns in mid air, landing on his feet. German suplex by Dunn, but O’Rion also lands on his feet. O’Rion grabs Dunn by the neck from behind, backbreaker connects! Cover, 1…2.. kick out by Dunn.

Stone: Singles match here at Catalyst, FMW Tag Team Championships are on the line here in the first ever singles match for the gold. O’Rion looks like he’s building up a nice amount of momentum.

Morpheus: O’Rion knocks Dunn back down with a clothesline. Dunn quick to his feet, but O’Rion’s even quicker to knock him back down. Dunn slower getting up, and gets a hard shoulder block for his troubles.

Stone: Dunn manages to stay on a vertical base however. European uppercut by O’Rion quickly changes that. Dunn goes down!

Morpheus: O’Rion hits a leg drop across the throat of Matt Dunn! Dunn’s lost all control in this match. It’s devastating what can happen when O’Rion gains control in a match. Come on Dunn, take your beating!

Stone: Dunn seems completely unaware that his opponent has climbed to the top turn buckle. This could be devastating if O’Rion hits this… Rounding Frog Splash...Dunn moved!

Morpheus: O’Rion crashes and burns! Errrr... This will be devastating for the Television Champion! Neither man is moving. O’Rion’s exhausted. Dunn’s overselling again. This could get interesting. The referee’s reached a three count.

Stone: I’m not sure Dunn’s overselling this time Foxx. It looks like O’Rion has worn him out. But Dunn’s the first to move, O’Rion’s following. The referee’s reached 5. Dunn’s on his feet. O’Rion still making it to his.

Dunn sees O’Rion trying to stand, fighting the exhaustion and pain of two matches. In one daring leap, he jumps to the top of the turn buckle.

Morpheus: Dunn looking to inflict a debilitating blow here! O’Rion’s on his feet, Dunn flies, Godhand Edit connects!

Stone: With the face of the referee…

Morpheus: Who cares? O’Rion might have been able to avoid getting hit, but the move still connected. It’s not Dunn’s fault the referee was standing right behind O’Rion.

Dunn smiles to himself as he turns around to see an unimpressed O’Rion. Dunn looks at him and shrugs at him. O’Rion returns the shrug with a facial expression that screams “Eh, what could you do about it?”. Suddenly, both men’s faces return to show the disdain the men have for each other, as both men about face and slide under the ropes.

Stone: O’Rion doesn’t seem to care about the well being of the referee, as both men head to the outside, for their weapons.

Morpheus: Dunn’s looking under the ring, and he’s picked out his infamous shovel!

Stone: O’Rion’s gone for signature value as well, as he roughs up the time keeper as he grabs Louis the Baseball Bat. Things are about to get very, very intense ladies and gentlemen. It’s a battle of the signature weapons!

Both men slide back in the ring in symmetry. O’Rion looks at Dunn’s shovel, Dunn looks at Louis.

Morpheus: And an intense stare down already! Dunn and O’Rion rush in, both men swinging their weapons!

Stone: O’Rion blocks the swing from Dunn, Dunn swings again, but O’Rion ducks underneath. O’Rion swings Louis into Dunn’s side, but the shovel provides the block.

Morpehus: This looks more like a sword fight than a wrestling match here.

Stone: Both men blocking, ducking dodging and weaving as they try and avoid feeling the impact of a weapon. If someone gets hit, it could change the face of the match dramatically.

Morpheus: O’Rion gets an elbow in to the face, allows himself to knock Dunn in the stomach and Dunn falls over in agony. O’Rion looking for the final blow, but Dunn gives him a forearm to the groin for his troubles!!!

Stone: O’Rion is in serious trouble, as Dunn picks up the shovel he dropped. O’Rion being measured up, but O’Rion manages to whip a shot to the thigh with Louis in.

Morpheus: Dunn felt the impact on that, no worries at all, but he’s still standing. Swing by Dunn, but O’Rion manages to block it. O’Rion’s got the answers on the next swing as well.

Stone: This is absolutely crazy. The referee’s out cold, but even if he woke up right now, what’s he going to do? Disqualify both men?

Morpheus: No, just Dunn. Dunn just can’t break through O’Rion’s defenses. Dunn with a downward shot, but O’Rion has the overhead block. We have stalemate ladies and gentlemen!

Stone: O’Rion pushing Dunn back. He’s forcing him back towards the ropes. He’s literally cornered up against the ropes.

With one almighty pushing sweep, O’Rion knocks the shovel out of Dunn’s hands, sending it flying out of the ring. O’Rion then quickly positions Louis the Baseball Bat right next to Dunn’s now alarmed face.

Morpheus: DUNN’S DISARMED!! DUNN’S DISARMED!!

Stone: Look at the smile creep across O’Rion’s face. Look at Dunn though. He’s trying to push his way out of this. He pushes O’Rion back. O’Rion steps back in.

Morpheus: Dunn hits the Three-Eight-Double-Six!

Stone: NO! O’Rion blocked Dunn's feet with Louis. Dunn's up and he thinks he scored. Louis to the temple of Dunn! Dunn goes down like a stack of bricks!

Morpheus: Good night, sweet faggot! The ref is moving! O’Rion tosses Louis away!! Finish it, O'Rion!

Stone: CLOSURE connects!!!

O’Rion drags the barely conscious referee over to where Matt P. Dunn lies, unconscious. O’Rion covers as the referee delivers his slow and groggy count.

Stone: ONE!!!

Morpheus: TWO!!!

Crowd: THREE!!!

The bell rings, as O’Rion jumps to his feet, ecstatic! The crowd erupt in a frenzy as the first man to win both the Tag Team Championships jumps to the outside to collect his belts.

Cherry: Here is your winner, and the NEW FMW Tag Team Champions, O’RRRRRRRRRIIIIOON!!!!!

O’Rion (8.43 aps + 1.9 avs = 10.33 total)
Matt Dunn (8.17 aps + 0.6 avs = 8.77 total)

Stone: O’Rion becomes a double champion in his own right! But is he going to hold both Tag Team Championships, or does he get to nominate a partner?

Morpheus: Well, I don’t know about you, but it seems to me, that with one man holding both Tag Team Championships, The Cancer of the Tag Team Division has successfully killed Tag Team wrestling here in FMW. Mission Accomplished I guess...

Stone: Never. I have a feeling that O’Rion won’t be holding those belts on his own for long. Regardless, O’Rion is your FMW Television and Tag Team Champions.

Morpheus: See, this is how HavOc rolls, bitches!!!

O’Rion places the Tag Team belts over his shoulders and the TV Title around his waist as he walks back to the locker room, glittering with success. In the ring, Matt Dunn is assisted by trainers out of the ring.

Standing in front of the FMW Catalyst Logo, Veronica Cherrywood stands with a microphone.

Cherrywood: Welcome backstage at Catalyst and what an awesome night we have had so far! What an insane way to build up to Ultimatum! Speaking of Ultimatum here is one man, who should he win tonight, could find himself in the Main Event of the greatest Pay Per View event in Wrestling today! Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, the Full Metal Wrestling Champion... Christian G. Smitten!

The crowd boos as the camera pans to the side to show a determined CGS, title on his shoulder. He merely smirks in respose to the crowd.

Smitten: Ma’dam Cherrywood, if I may, I’d love an open microphone for just one moment.

Cherrywood: Well, it’s not exactly company policy…

Smitten: I wrote the company policy.

Cherrywood: Well then, I suppose it would be…

Smitten snatches the microphone out of Veronica’s hand and stares right down the camera.

Smitten: Chris Austin. I believe after tonight you’re going to need a good lawyer. Well, someone who’s more than good, more than great. Austin, lets face it. You’re going to need nothing less than an exceptional lawyer. If you want to get the most out of your suffering, let’s just say, there’s only one man you need to call.

Cherrywood: Charming and subtle…

Smitten: Don’t do sarcasm, darling. It doesn’t work well with you. Just stick to the questions I prepared for you to ask me.

Cherrywood: So much for creative consent in these interviews…

Smitten: I’m sorry, what was that?

Cherrywood: First up...Nick Bryson. Only man to have scored victories over all the Full Metal Wrestling Champions. Tonight he gets his shot at the belt. What do you have to say on his chances?

Smitten: That sounds a bit longer than what you said before.

Cherrywood: Just answer the question…

Smitten: Nicholas Bryson; Cousin to Drew Michaels. The man has victories, either via submission or pinfall over many of the best this company has to offer. Four men who have held the Full Metal Wrestling Championship have fallen victory to him personally. But not I. Some of the greatest competitors have been unable to prevent themselves from being defeated by him personally. But not I. Many fear Bryson, believing he is the essence of what a Full Metal Wrestling Champion should be. But not I. Bryson has never scored a victory over me. Never pinned me, never made me submit. My losses to him have all been via proxy. Nicholas Bryson when ever you have and when ever you will come up against me, you are nothing with out the assistance of others. Sure, there may be another man in this match but he will be of no assistance to you tonight.

Cherrywood: Which leads me on to your… the next question. John Derrick is another man who defeated you at Lethal Injection but didn’t pin you. At Circus Maximus, you pinned him for the FMW Championship and now he has another opportunity to capture your belt. Is a repeat performance in the works?

Smitten: Absolutely not! If I repeat the performance of brass knuckles to the head as I did at Circus Maximus, then I become stale and boring. Much like the reign of Ethan Black, I plan on keeping everything in my reign as FMW Champion fresh, exciting, but above all, strong. See, that’s the secret of being a strong, long term Full Metal Wrestling Champion. Not letting yourself get stale. Drew Michaels, Eric Scorpio and John Derrick all fell to predictability. It's just like in court, when you bring out your surprise witness and evidence which throws your opponents case completely off the rails. It very rarely fails and is impossible to prepare for. But will I pin John Derrick in the middle of the ring? Maybe I might decide to pin Nick Bryson. I might decide to make one of them submit. Or Pass out. To be honest, it’s not your business until I perform it and how dare you ask such a rude question!

Christian G. Smitten adjusts the FMW Championship on his shoulder before walking away in a huff, leaving Veronica Cherrywood a bit stunned and offended at being called “Rude”. Suddenly, a small hand takes the microphone from her grip. The camera pans down to reveal Kelsey Smitten, decked out in the latest Christian G. Smitten supporter gear for children.

Kelsey: Gooooooooo DADDY!

Kelsey then hurries off to catch up with her father while Cherrywood can't help but to smile and chuckle at the youngster's support of her father as we fade back to ringside.


Stone: Catalyst is where it is at ladies and gentlemen! We welcome you back after that short break to the first PPV event of the year! We’ve already seen some explosive action, and coming into the final moments of the event we can only promise you so much more!

Foxx: We still have a Main Event where C.G. Smitten will have to defend his world title against John Derrick and Nick Bryson and at the end of the day, isn’t it all that really matters? Fuck everything else. It’s all nothing but a foot note for that killer main event.

Stone: Says you, but our next match is gonna be something! Two men will put everything at stake in just one match. It’s the Mt. V torch against a career! TyranT and RAMPAGE are about to go one on one tonight! With so much on the line, this can only be one spectacular match up!





Foxx: There is nothing spectacular about watching a cripple get his ass handed to him… though I do confess it makes for some fuckin’ awesome entertainment. Or are you forgetting the injuries that TyranT sustained from Page’s Last Militia friend at Alchemy 7.4?

Stone: I can’t really approve of what Alex did to TyranT at Alchemy 7.4, but you can’t say that TyranT didn’t have it coming for all the things he has said to RAMPAGE since the two first went head to head at the beginning of this cycle!

Foxx: Yeah, but since when did Alex fight the battles for ‘Page? I thought the Last Militia was last decade!

Stone: Maybe so, but I’m confident RAMPAGE will be able to save his career tonight, though I doubt TyranT will take a beating lying down with his own number one contendership at Ultimatum on the line. Still… a man’s very life is in the balance, Page cannot afford to lose this fight! If TyranT is still injured, he really can’t afford to hold back on the old timer… not that he would ever consider holding back.

All of a sudden, gunshots ring out, catching Foxx off guard as he dives under the table..those shots are replaced by a booming, angry voice which says, quit plainly:

RAMPAGE: I STILL KILL…

"The Way I Am" by Eminem suddenly begins to hit on the intense sized PA system. The bass hits and simultaneously, the lights return to a dim. Soon after, the man defending his own career appears from behind the curtains. Dante makes his way to the ring garnished with that steel link chain dangling from his neck and the same tattered, black hoodie. He enters from the crowd equipped with his patented barbed wire baseball with noticeable stains still present to this day. As the music swells, Jones cuts an imposing swath through the sea of fans, leaping to the guard rail to pose with his weapon by thrusting it forcefully in the air.

Cherry: The following contest, scheduled for one fall is the WINNER TAKES ALL MATCH! If TyranT wins, RAMPAGE! must retire from Full Metal Wrestling! If RAMPAGE! wins, TyranT will lose his Mount Vesuvius torch! Introducing first, from Richmond, California weighing in at 266 pounds, RAMPAGE!

Foxx: Oh yeah!

Stone: RAMPAGE looks like he’s in top form tonight, I’ve not seen him look so good in the ring for quite a while. He’s worked himself back into one hell of a shape… hell… its intimidating just to look at him.

Foxx: Don’t turn gay on me now Stone.

Stone: Jokes aside, this man means total business tonight! He knows all eyes from everyone present and even viewers at home will be upon him as he fights for his career and fights for himself! Let it also be known that his daughter will be also watching tonight, as I’ve been made aware she is amongst the front row seatings. No doubt this will be a tense night for her to watch her old man fight in that ring.

The camera goes to Karma as he claps and encourages her father. She blows a kiss towards him and RAMPAGE merely nods in acknowledgement.

Foxx: Damn! This will either be a happy night for his girl or a tragic one… though I’m thinking happy.

"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth hits next and brings the entire arena up onto its feet as roars of anguish. In quite an anticlimax to his usual entrance however, TyranT slowly lumbers out from behind the curtain a crutch under his arm to support himself as bandages are visible over one of his arms and across his forehead. There is no nightstick in his hands as the old timer makes his way towards the ring, taking his sweet time as he trash talks to those he passes who seem to laugh upon his condition. It takes longer then it should for TyranT to enter the ring, taking extra time as he awkwardly sits up against the ring before cautiously rolling in with an evident wince upon his face.

Cherry: His opponent, from Marietta, Georgia weighing 315 pounds, the Mount Vesuvius torch holder...TYRANT!

Foxx: Oh, what the fuck is this?!

Stone: That man can’t fight… not like that.

Foxx: Heh! This really isn’t going to be a long match is it? And funny enough… I have it on good info that Ty’s own girl is somewhere on the front row watching as well. Heh… I think this so called “Road to Tyranny” that Ty bellows about could end right before our eyes tonight with a whimper instead of a bang!

With that, the camera spots Faith, who shows little emotion besides concern in her eyes for TyranT.

Stone: I’m hoping it does. I don’t want to see our Alchemy GM leave his post!

Foxx: TyranT is finally up, but the ref looks reluctant to start the match. TyranT has tossed the cheap ass crutch away and is leaning against the turnbuckle for support. Dante just can’t believe his eyes, he doesn’t look too impressed at all. Dunno why, I’d love to fight the TyranT in his current condition. Means he can’t fight back!

Stone: Dante wants this to be a real fight! Not a joke! This is very serious, this is his job, his very career on the line. This is suppose to be the most important match of his career thus far! It’s suppose to potentially be his last! Yet you look at TyranT in this state… it’s just a joke!

Foxx: TyranT is arguing with the ref to start the match. The ref complies! That’s the bell! Though the Ref still looks concerned for the current Mt. V torch holder!

Stone: Look at Dante, he’s just shaking his head, watching as TyranT is struggling to keep up straight. He’s not impressed…

On uneasy legs, TyranT begins to make his way towards RAMPAGE who merely stands his ground with his hands upon his hips. TyranT begins his usual trash talking routine, his words so loud even the people on the crap seats at the back can hear him rant on and insult the GM of Alchemy. Finally, RAMPAGE makes a move, taking one step in to throw a single punch at TyranT. The fist connects with TyranT‘s jaw, sending the man straight down after an awkward stumble. TyranT favors his ribs, no doubt from the injury as RAMPAGE tries to advance, only to be held back by the ref who shows concern.

Foxx: What?! This is a wrestling match damn it! What does the ref think he’s doing?! Get out of the way!

Stone: It’s the ref’s job to make sure wrestlers don’t damage themselves too much, he’s showing concern for TyranT who is clearly hurt. The big man is slowly getting up to his feet, Dante left arguing with the ref over being interrupted.

Foxx: The Ref’s job is to call the damn match you idiot, not show concern! These guys are professionals! They know what they are doing without some whiny guy in a black and white shirt stirring up unnecessary shit. Finally! TyranT’s back on his feet! Took him long enough! The ref is finally getting out of the way of Dante to let him fight again.

Stone: Both men circling each other now. TyranT seems very sluggish though! Both of them at each other now!

TyranT manages to land a very sluggish knee to Dante‘s mid section, making him double over a little. TyranT then tries to secure the younger wrestler for a suplex attempt but can‘t seem to lift him at all as he grimaces in pain from the simple movement. A simply shove from Dante soon sends the veteran down to the ground as Dante is quick to mount over him, landing in a few thunderous punches against the skull of TyranT. A loud jeer soon escapes from the watching crowd however when the Ref once more steps in, dragging Dante off TyranT. This causes Dante to lose his patience as he argues with the ref .

Stone: I think I’m with Dante on this one. It was TyranT’s choice to wrestle tonight! Why does the referee keep stopping him?! Even the crowd are getting pissed off! If the ref was so concerned he should have called off the match before it started!

Foxx: I was hoping to see a cripple get owned tonight! But this?!… I’d rather watch Will & Grace then this shit!

Stone: To TyranT’s benefit its hardly fair! He didn’t ask for these injuries and he’s been forced to come out here and put his Mt. V torch on the line tonight! And he’s not exactly forcing the ref to take these actions against RAMPAGE!

Foxx: It’s getting hard to watch! Makes you wonder what the other guys in Alchemy are thinking… seeing their GM and how he treats one of his own superstars who is considered amongst Alchemy‘s prized possessions.

Stone: RAMPAGE has shoved the ref out of the way, he’s coming in for TyranT again!

Foxx: TyranT has just… fallen over before Dante can even get to him! The ref is once more stepping in! Dante is looking completely out of patience… can’t say I blame him. Wait… wait what’s going on now? Where is Dante going?

Stone: Dante has had enough! The Reaper isn’t reaping right now! He’s leaving the ring! I think he’s walking out! He is walking out on the match!

The crowd begin to increase their volume as they boo Dante‘s actions. The man himself just shakes his head, clearly displeased with what he‘s had to deal with. He continues to walk as the ref shouts inaudibly after him, threatening to count him out. It seems TyranT is not finished however as he struggles to his feet, noticeably holding a mic within his hands now that he requested from the announcer.

Stone: What’s going on? TyranT’s got a mic.

TyranT: Don’t yer’ walk away from me boy! Ah’ ain’t finished wid’ you yet! Yer’ ain’t seen anythin’!

Foxx: Dante is still walking…

TyranT: Walkin’ away is all yer’ll be good at if ya’ leave right now! It’s all we’ll remember ya’ for! All yer’ daughter will remember ya’ for! The pussy that ya’ are!

The camera goes to Karma, who has a look of anger on her face. RAMPAGE slowly stopa and turns his head, a look of rage on his face and his teeth showing.

Stone: Dante’s stopped! Dante has stopped! The ref is up to the count of four! I think TyranT is beginning to push the right buttons! He could still save this match… if you can even call it a match as this point.

TyranT: Yeah… Ah’ figure the lil’ bitch takes after a pussy like you! You know what? Forget it! Maybe ya’ should walk out… maybe you should walk out on yer’ career, all the people ya’ve fucked over, maybe you should walk out on yer’ own flesh and blood! Ah’ll take her under mah’ wing for yer’. Ah’ll do everythin’ you never could! She’ll be mah’ lil’ bitch instead of yours!

Foxx: RAMPAGE is storming back into the ring! He’s furious! That didn’t take too much effort did it? He’s sliding back in the ring!

Stone: What the hell?! TyranT is all over Dante! He’s stomping down at the man as he’s trying to get up to his feet!

Foxx: I think TyranT knows he just put his own life on the line, if he doesn‘t fight now he might as well lie down in his own casket! Dante is powering up to his feet, striking back!

Stone: No! TyranT is actually getting the upper hand! He’s got RAMPAGE by the shoulders! He’s lifted him straight off his feet! And a powerful shove has sent RAMPAGE slamming against the turnbuckle! Where the hell is this attack coming from?! TyranT showing unbelievable strength despite his injured condition! How?

Foxx: I don’t know… but TyranT is on an advance, he’s straight at that turnbuckle with a crushing body splash followed by some vicious strikes! The big man just tossed Dante into the centre of the ring as if he was weightless! This attack has come completely out of nowhere!

Stone: Dante has been taken completely off guard! The ref doesn’t know what to think… the crowd don’t know what to think… hell… even I don’t know what I’m suppose to be thinking!!

Foxx: Then don’t think! Dante is trying to power up to his feet, he’s still pissed off. I would be too, but the fat injured bastard isn’t giving Dante any time or room to gain any leverage! A big boot to the face and Dante is down again!

Stone: TyranT is dragging Dante up! A swift right hand across his face! A left! And another right! Dante is receiving some powerful strikes from the powerhouse! TyranT is getting under Dante! He’s pressing him upwards! Where the hell is this strength coming from?! I thought the bastard was injured!

Foxx: TyranT has just thrown Dante out of the ring! He fell at least ten foot downwards to the concrete below! What a terrible landing! Fuck! Dante landed chest first against the ground!

Stone: I… I don’t get it…

Foxx: Functionality my friend… ever heard of it? I’m only guessing TyranT must be in considerable pain right now! But as long as his body works, I guess the pain can wait till later.

Stone: No… something’s not right. I’m not buying this at all.

Foxx: What is there not to buy? TyranT’s a tough bastard and his torch is on the line. The crowd are hating this! Why?! The match is finally getting good now! TyranT has his arms up in the air! He’s celebrating his miraculous recovery! I’m loving it myself!

Stone: Something tells me TyranT wasn’t as injured as we thought! He doesn’t seem too feeble anymore within the space of five minutes!

Foxx: TyranT is climbing to the outside of the apron, what the hell has he got in mind! He’s jumping down on RAMPAGE! A double stomp onto the back of Dante! That’s over 300lbs of fat being dropped from a few feet above! RAMPAGE is in agony! TyranT is just arrogantly pacing around him… oh… he’s coming over! Hey TyranT! Hey my man!

TyranT: Kiss mah’ ass Coxx…

Stone: Heh heh heh… see what he did there?

Foxx: Shut the fuck up Stone… That doesn’t even rank as funny… just some dumb ass hick shit! Fuckin’ hate the TyranT…

Stone: TyranT’s going back towards RAMPAGE! Whoa! Dante’s got his baseball bat! He just smashed the bat over TyranT’s face! TyranT is down, I can see blood seeping into the white bandages around his head! He’s been cut open from a vicious hit from that baseball bat! The ref has called for the bell?!?!?!?

Foxx: What?! This match can’t end this way! This… this is unexpected!

Stone: The referee has called it! He saw what Dante has done… He’s calling it a DQ! This has to be the worst way for a man to lose his career!

TyranT (8.72 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.82 total)
RAMPAGE! (8.7-.…

RAMPAGE: Now hold on just a damn minute…

Everything seems to stop for a moment as the crowd stare on, watching as Dante shoves TyranT in the middle of the ring, letting blood stains drop across the mat in the process as Dante follows him in, a mic in his hands as he casts the baseball bat aside.

Foxx: What?

Stone: Looks like Dante wants to do the talking this time! TyranT is still shook up from that vicious shot across his face. Blood is pouring in a steady stream from his forehead! I don’t think he knows where he is!

RAMPAGE!: Oh no! Don’t think that this is over, it’s only over when I say its over! If it’s a fight you want tonight… a fight is what your going to get. You think I abuse my power as Alchemy GM? You ain’t seen anything yet! As of now… this match is still going on! Though there will be one alteration just to keep things nice and fresh… one stipulation that guarantees this match to be the fight you all want. From this point… its no disqualifications, bruh!

Stone: Can he do that?

Foxx: What does it matter?… He just did! And the crowd are bringing the roof down! Listen to this crowd! Now they can really get behind this match!

RAMPAGE! Moves towards the dazed TyranT who is on his hands and knees, grabbing him by the head as he begins to pull him up. A loud thud echoes out however as blood spurts from Dante’s mouth after a thunderous right hit from TyranT. As Dante stumbles to the side he is struck on the back of the head with another violent strike that sends him straight against one of the turnbuckles. An uproar begins as TyranT stands in the middle of the ring, his trusted nightstick spinning skilfully within his right hand as a smile is present upon his bloodied face. Karma looks on worried as Faith manages a smile of sorts.

Stone: That cheap son of a bitch! I was wondering where the hell he had that! It must have been concealed the whole time!

Foxx: Yeah, I was wondering why his right buttock looked a bit rectangular…

Stone: Funny… TyranT has got that nightstick! No doubt he was saving the weapon to cheat at some point… but now anything goes in this match! And he’s swinging that nightstick at Dante who is propped up only by the turnbuckle! He’s busting him open, both men bloodied after some vicious attacks on both parties!

Foxx: Look at TyranT, he’s turned his back on RAMPAGE! To taunt at the crowd! Now that’s sportsmanship right there! You can never forget the fans can you? And they are loving him! Listen to those cheers!

Stone: You need to get your ears tested. Looks like TyranT has underestimated the resilience of Dante! He doesn’t even notice him getting back to his feet! Look at those eyes on Dante! The crowd are betraying him! The cheers have alerted TyranT to something wrong!

Foxx: TyranT swinging that night stick again! Dante catches his wrists with his own hands! It’s clash of the titans moment! Dante can’t hope to overpower the bulk of TyranT!

Stone: He doesn’t have to after that harsh kick to the balls of TyranT! That low blow has really crushed the old timers defense in more ways then one!

Foxx: And the 9mm! Dante just managed to slam over 300lbs! That has to bring some damage to TyranT who is clearly shaken up by that move! And now Dante has the night stick! He’s on top of TyranT and he’s slamming that weapon down across his face as if he’s a demented beast! TyranT has clearly set the shit off now and he has nowhere to hide and no where to go as Dante begins to deal serious punishment with each strike! There is no DQ! RAMPAGE! Doesn’t have to stop, even if TyranT’s skull is reduced to mush!

Stone: The referee can do nothing! He doesn’t even want to go anywhere near Dante in this fit! Wait a minute… who is this I can see coming down the entrance ramp!

The crowd all begin mixed reactions as Alex O‘Rion, baseball bat in hand, walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes upon both Dante and TyranT as he approaches the ring apron and slowly begins to climb up. Blood is all over the nightstick and the center of the ring from TyranT who feebly defends himself from strike after strike from Dante. However Dante finally stops when he sees Alex O’Rion climbing into the ring. TyranT manages to roll out of the ring as Dante and Alex stand toe to toe. Alex tries to bypass Dante, seeing TyranT as his target before Dante stands in his way, shoving him back. The two begin to argue.

Foxx: What’s this all about?! What is Alex doing here?! What the hell has he got in for TyranT to make him come out here tonight and come after him?!

Stone: I don’t know. But Dante doesn’t seem to want the help! Both the Last Militia members are arguing in the ring! Seems Alex wants to finish what he started with TyranT…

Foxx: Another harsh shove from RAMPAGE! To Alex O’Rion. He really wants him to leave the ring… but what’s this! Alex just struck Dante! I guess he didn’t dig getting shoved around like that!

The crowd goes nuts as the Last Militia finally explodes in front of them!

Stone: Dante with a quick strike back! And now the two of them are trading punches! Both the Last Militia are fighting each other! What the hell is going on?! How did it all comes to this?! How can Alex O’Rion justify coming down here… picking a fight with TyranT before turning on Dante?!

Foxx: TyranT, ever the opportunist is sliding back into the ring! He’s got RAMPAGE!’s barbwire bat in hand! And a violent strike to the back of Dante’s head! Straight to a solid boot to the gut from Alex! Kejimkujik Krack!!! Alex O’Rion just hit the Kejimkujik Krack on Dante after a rebound off the ropes! The man has been brought straight down! How the hell did this happen?! I though Alex came for TyranT!

Stone: TyranT isn’t sticking in the ring though as he is already out again, quite wise given Alex was initially gunning for him… leaving Dante with Alex! Alex O’Rion is setting Dante up onto the turnbuckle! He’s standing him up and setting him up for some kind of superplex! But here comes TyranT! TyranT is up the turnbuckle with him! And he’s… he’s actually helping Alex with a double superplex attempt?!

Foxx: His Torch is on the line! He’s using every chance he can get despite what Alex did to him at 7.4! Holy Shit! A double Superplex! To the Outside!!!! All three men just came crashing through the Spanish announcers table! Dante is in shit street, and I don’t use that term lightly!

Stone: Dante has been absolutely demolished right before our eyes! His eyes are open, but he just looks dead inside. I don’t think anyone is home right now.

Foxx: TyranT is trying to get clear now, he’s sliding into the ring sluggishly. The impact of that massive fall still has quite an effect on the fat bastard no doubt! Wait a minute… I… I think he’s running from Alex now!

Stone: Alex O’Rion just pulled out a bat from under the ring! He’s in pursuit of TyranT! It looks like he really is here to finish what he started?! Just what is O’Rion’s motives for such an unprovoked attack upon both his former comrade and TyranT?

Foxx: TyranT’s injuries seem to be playing up again! He fallen in the middle of the ring! Alex is in after him! Is this going to be a repeat of 7.4?!

Stone: The crowd are going crazy with mixed reactions here! They don’t know what to think! Alex with the bat! Alex O’Rion just struck TyranT over the head! The big man is down! Alex is going crazy! It is Alchemy 7.4 all over again! Strike after strike! The ref can do nothing as Alex just keeps throwing that bat at the already injured form of the TyranT!

Foxx: This is brutality at its finest folks…

Stone: W… wait a second… TyranT… He’s laughing?!?!?

Foxx: What?!

Stone: TyranT is… just taking the shots from the bat! He’s getting up to his feet and he’s laughing!

No matter how hard Alex O‘Rion seems to strike, it seems to have no affect at all upon the TyranT who can’t help but laugh sadistically. The ref approaches with clear confusion before Alex turns to the ref, slamming the bat against his chest. The Ref stumbles back, grasping at his torso before looking down in confusion, seeing no damage has been made. It’s Alex’s turn to laugh now as he pulls away a large layer of foam from the bat that had been disguised as wood as both TyranT and Alex stand together in the ring. By now, TyranT is beginning to tear the blood soaked bandages from his body, revealing no injuries past the fresh cuts and bruises Dante has made upon him in the match. ..

Foxx: Holy shit. A foam bat? Does that mean…

Stone: I can’t believe it, This whole thing is a set up against RAMPAGE! TyranT was never injured in the first place! They set this up! I can’t believe it! TyranT and Alex O’Rion have been in cahoots all along! Listen to the rage of the crowd! I can’t believe this either!

Foxx: Yeah… I totally knew it was all just a set up.

Stone: Fuck you!

Foxx: No! Fuck you!

Stone: Alex and TyranT are sliding out of the ring to collect Dante from the shattered remains of the Spanish announcers table! Both men are dragging Dante into the ring! It’s got to be lights out now! How can Dante compete against such treachery!

Foxx: Alex O’Rion has got hold of Dante! He’s holding him up for TyranT! Ty’s got that infamous nightstick of his once more. Damn! A nasty shot to the gut of Rampage! And now another across the face! These two guys are brutalizing Dante!

Stone: Blood is pouring from Dante! His daughter is watching for gods sake! Show some damn mercy!

Foxx: TyranT now grabbing Dante in an exchange! Alex has picked up the bat! With no foam remaining on it, its an actual weapon now!

Stone: The ref is trying to stop the two! But with no Disqualification, there is not a damn thing he can do about it!

Foxx: Shit! A vicious shot from Alex across the face of Dante! TyranT is the only thing stopping RAMPAGE from collapsing into a pile, he can’t even hold his own feet right now! Damn! And another shot from Alex! He really wants to end the Alchemy GM!

Stone: His career can’t end… not like this… not like this…

Foxx: TyranT has finally released Dante! The proud fighter has just collapsed to the ground! Heh… look at both Alex and Ty, their just trash talking at him, laughing at him! I’m afraid this is the end for Dante. A nice way to go out I do confess.

Stone: You sadistic monster! You’re no better then they are! TyranT is finally rolling Dante over! I can’t believe this is how is career is going to end!

All of a sudden, the crowd cheers as a small section of the ringside crowd rises to their feet. A man hops over the barricade and is quickly recognized as PETER SAINT! TyranT rises up as Alex and especially TyranT look on shocked.

Foxx: What the Hell!?

Stone: PETER SAINT is here!! A quick dropkick sends TyranT straight down

Foxx: Alex is striking at Saint! Both men exchanging punches! TyranT’s coming in from behind to fuck him in the ass!

Stone: Not literally! He’s got his nightstick, looking to blindside Saint! A quick swing! Saint somehow seen it coming! He’s evaded and Alex took a glancing blow!

Foxx: A perfect opening for Saint! And now he’s on the distracted TyranT! Hard to believe these two guys still have that grudge from Anxiety!

Stone: Both Peter and TyranT still! Saint is starting to get the better hand, he‘s driving TyranT towards the center of the ring! And a quick MIRACLE DDT plants the veteran down on the ground! Finally! I’m glad Saint is here! It’s about time someone actually stood up and did something!

Foxx: Saint is stomping away at the TyranT, but Alex has long recovered! And a cheap shot in the form of a low blow! That damn dirty son of a bitch…. I love it…

Stone: TyranT is back on his feet, shaking the cobwebs from a very brave attack from Saint! However the numbers are against him now! Both men are pounding Saint who is just being overpowered! They are setting him up for a double power bomb! And both men nail it! Saint is down! I can’t believe it! He doesn’t deserve this after such bravery!

Foxx: Bravery?! There’s no bravery there! It’s nothing but stupidity and being a sore loser and so he’s getting what he god damn deserves!

Stone: Now TyranT’s picking up Saint! Listen to the man! He’s insulting Saint! Oh god! He’s setting him up for the TyranT bomb! This is it for Saint!

Foxx: Dante! From nowhere! How could the idiots forget about RAMPAGE! He just hit TyranT in the back! He’s dropped Saint and he’s fell down… from just one punch? How fucking hard is RAMPAGE! Eh?!

Stone: He’s got chains wrapped around that right fist! It’s no wonder he dropped the TyranT with a single punch! Look at the blood pouring from his face down his chest! RAMPAGE looks like he’s been hit with a bus! But he’s still standing… and boy does he look pissed beyond rational thought!

Alex is quick to back away, picking up the bat once more as Dante stands his ground, looking intimidating beyond reason with his eyes clearly visible beyond the blood stains upon his face. He slowly begins to circle the ring with Alex who takes a few warning swings towards RAMPAGE! Making sure to keep him out of arms length with the chains around his fist. Suddenly Dante comes forward, only to be hit across the head with the bat, sending him stumbling back… however the crowd can‘t help but roar out for the GM of Alchemy as he stands his ground and glares furiously at Alex.

Foxx: Alex best drop him with the next hit… or he’s going to get devoured!

Stone: Saint from behind with a low blow! He got Alex this time! He got his revenge upon the creep! And now RAMPAGE is in! Oooo shit! I heard that from here! I felt chain slam against skull from here! Alex has been dropped with a deadly punch! And now Peter is dragging Alex up to his feet! He’s tossed him right out of the ring!

Foxx: TyranT’s back! RAMPAGE! Has turned to face the old timer! TyranT has the nightstick! A big swing!… But RAMPAGE! has anticipated it and he ducks! HE'S GOT HIM BY THE THROAT!!! RANT’S END! RANT’S END right there!

Stone: TyranT is down and out! RAMPAGE! Is literally going on a RANTPAGE! Listen to him trash talk at TyranT! He’s brought him down and he knows it! Saint is simply going back into the crowd, he knows his work his done! There is no sign of movement from Alex outside as he’s still recovering from that vicious shot!

Foxx: For fucks sake! I didn’t want it to end like this! Listen to that potty mouth of Dante’s! His daughter is in the front row for gods sake!

Stone: As is TyranT’s own daughter… and all she can do now is watch as Dante makes the cover! 1...2...Three!

Foxx: My god! Alex and TyranT’s plan has been completely foiled thanks to Peter Saint!

Stone: And the strong resilience of RAMPAGE! RAMPAGE! Who gets to keep his career tonight! Who has earned the right to remain as Alchemy’s GM!

Cherry: The winner of this match....RAMMMMMPAAAAGEE!!!!!!!!

RAMPAGE! (8.74 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.4 avs = 10.04 total)
TyranT (8.72 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.82 total)

"The Way I Am" by Eminem hits as RAMPAGE removes himself from TyranT's downed body. RAMPAGE throws his hands in the air and a guttural roar into the air as Karma shows approval with a tear in her eye.

Foxx: What a crazy series of events this match turned out to be!

Stone: RAMPAGE! turned to Saint, giving him a nod of respect! Listen to this crowd tonight! They are fucking glad this happened! It couldn’t have happened to a better superstar who deserves his place here in Full Metal Wrestling!

Foxx: Alex is doubled over, glaring with clear malice! He can’t believe what just happened!

Stone: Look at TyranT! I think he of all people can’t believe what has happened! He’s lost the Torch! Don’t you realize with RAMPAGE’s! victory… TyranT has lost his World Championship shot at Ultimatum! He has lost the greatest opportunity of his career thanks to the combined efforts of Peter Saint… and RAMPAGE!

RAMPAGE leaves the ring and goes to his daughter. They embrace deeply as the crowd reach out to touch the man who could be considered the conscience of Full Metal Wrestling. RAMPAGE heads up the entranceway, and with his back turned we see a lasting image with his barbed wire bat raised in the air...

Technicians scurry around as final preparations for the Maximum C-4 match are being made. Various fans are seen chatting excitedly in what the next match could bring. One technician finishes fastening the ladder in place, as the majority of the rest make sure the scaffolding is firmly in place. The camera then focuses on the newly designed C-4 championship as it hangs from the center of the crossing cables.





Stone: Well, ladies and gents, it’s time!

Morpheus: Indeed it is – a Maximum C4 Match for the FMW C4 Championship!

Stone: The reigning champion, Hostyle, has held the C4 Title for over four HUNDRED days if you combine his past and present reigns – the longest that one person has ever held a single belt!

Morpheus: It is an impressive feat indeed – and that’s why I’m backing him in this match! It’s his territory, climbing, balancing, just agility and innovation, baby!

Stone: Well, I wouldn’t count out the challenger. Drew Michaels, former FMW Champion, former Ultraviolent Champion, the winner of Mount Vesuvius One, and numerous other accomplishments!

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before. Yawn fest. Move on to the match and let’s see Hostyle crush him!

Stone: Whatever. Here’s Buster Cherry to explain the rules!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Maximum C4 Match and it is for the Full Metal C4 Championship! The rules are simple – the first man to unhook the C4 Championship belt from the cables above the ring will be declared the winner! Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and from the Bronx, New York, he is the current C4 Champion, HOSTYLE!!

The arena darkens and "Renegade" by Jay-Z and Eminem blasts through the arena to thundering boos. Lights pulse to the intro and Hostyle appears on stage, pyro exploding around him. Hostyle appears, taunting the fans on his way to the ring. He slides in and throws up an 'H' sign with his hand and looks up at his title with focus.

Morpheus: Hostyle’s pumped for this! He’s been waiting for a one on one with Drew for who knows how long!

Stone: To be honest, I think he just wants to get this out of the way. Flare and Wraith both wanted Drew’s blood more than Style – the Champ may just want all of this to be over and done with!

Morpheus: Keep telling yourself that, jackass.

Stone: Bite me.

Cherry: And the challenger, weighing in at 235 pounds and from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is a former Full Metal Champion, DREW MICHAELS!!

The familiar strains of “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash float over the arena. Drew enters without the fanfare and pyro of Hostyle, slapping a few hands on the way down but never taking his eyes off of Hostyle, who is looking at the structure inside the ring. Drew slides in and tests the ropes, still refusing to lose sight of the Champion, but Hostyle acts as if Drew is elsewhere.

Morpheus: See? Not worried at all.

Stone: Overconfident then.

Morpheus: You wish.

Stone: Listen, Drew is going to bring the C4 Championship back to Alchemy, like it or not. It was our Championship to begin with and we’re taking it back.

Morpheus: You’re almost as boring as Drew’s list of accomplishments.

Stone: From word going round backstage, least I’m not as boring as you in bed.

Morpheus: Did Veronica tell you that?

Stone: No, I made it up – but I now have some juicy gossip for the dirt sheets.

Morpheus: I will murder your children.

The bell rings and both Hostyle and Drew shoot for the ladders hanging from the platform above.





Stone: Michaels and Hostyle climbing opposite ladders, trying to make it to that belt as soon as possible!

Morpheus: That’d be a boring-ass match.

Stone: It would indeed – but matches never end this early anyway.

Morpheus: Both men manage to climb the ladders fine, and they’re pulling their way across the X ropes in the centre of the platform!

Stone: And they’re holding on like chimps, duelling with one hand each! Both men trying to grab the title belt off of the cables!

Morpheus: Michaels blocks a fist from Hostyle and knees him right in the gut! Hostyle drops to the mat below! That’s quite a fall, fifteen feet! Two and a half times as tall as the Champ!

Stone: But he manages to land with a roll! Very similar to parkour, Hostyle rolls out of danger with ease!

Morpheus: Look at him come back! Drew’s trying to regain his balance on those cables, and Hostyle jumps to the top rope, and towards Drew!

Stone: Hostyle grabs hold of Michaels’ legs! Michaels can’t reach out for the belt, he’ll lose his grip!

Morpheus: He can either try to get it or drop both him and Hostyle to the mat!

Stone: Hang on, Hostyle’s swinging on Michaels! Hostyle is using Michaels like a trapeze, is he trying to shake him off?

Morpheus: I don’t think so – he’s not trying to swing Drew, he’s swinging himself! LOOK AT THAT! That’s athleticism for you! Hostyle swings his legs forward and now he’s upside down, with his legs on Drew Michaels’ hands, which are on the cables!

Stone: Hostyle’s foot kicks Drew’s hand! Michaels is holding both men fifteen feet in the air with only one hand!

Morpheus: We’ve only just started this match and it’s already insane! Hostyle hooks that one leg around Drew’s head now! What is he doing? Michaels is holding onto the cable with one hand, Hostyle has his foot hovering above it, threatening to kick it off the cable, and Hostyle’s other leg is hooked around Drew’s neck!

Stone: It’s innovative, I’ll give him that... Hostyle kicks at Drew’s hand! Michaels is holding on, but Hostyle kicks it a second time, a third now-

Morpheus: SHIT! DREW LETS GO!

Stone: HOSTYLE HOOKS THAT OTHER LEG AROUND DREW’S NECK NOW AND OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD! FIFTEEN FOOT HIGH HURRACANRANA! HOSTYLE HAS PULLED OUT A MANOUVRE FROM NOWHERE THERE! BOTH MEN ARE TWITCHING ON THE MAT! THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE!

Morpheus: SHIT! SHIT! CANCEL THE MATCH! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!

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

Stone: You can STILL see both men almost LIFELESS in that ring, the C4 belt above them! Hostyle knew he couldn’t fend off Drew in a fistfight so he made sure if he couldn’t be up there, neither could Drew!

Morpheus: Smart thinking there by the Champion, but that super-hurricanrana must have done some serious damage to not only Michaels but himself!

Stone: It looks that way! This match is only a few minutes old and both men are already near unconscious!

Morpheus: The referee’s checking up on them now, he might even cancel this match!

Stone: Well, technically there are no count-outs, so as long as they’re conscious this match continues! And Hostyle is indeed starting to stir a bit!

Morpheus: He performed the move, so hopefully he’s in a little better condition – he’s crawling to the ring ropes, inch by inch! Solider on, oh Champion!

Stone: Laugh it up, this one’s Alchemy’s. Drew won’t be too far behind!

Morpheus: Good luck with that. Hostyle now pulling himself to his feet with the aid of the ropes, rubbing his neck there. Must have been a bad landing despite Drew having taken a more forceful fall.

Stone: From that height, I honestly don’t think it matters – both men are going to be hurting.

Morpheus: Fair enough, but in this case Hostyle has emerged as the more determined! Look at him eyeing that belt! That’s the drive of a true champion!

Stone: Like the death glare in Michaels’ eyes right now?

Morpheus: Is he awake already?

Stone: Pay attention to the match, you oversized voice box! Michaels is pulling himself to his feet now as well, and without the aid of the ropes!

Hostyle has seen Drew recovering and heads over to him with a lopsided walk, trying to maintain control over his bruised muscles. Drew does not turn around in time to see Hostyle attack.

Morpheus: Drew can’t see Hostyle! There’s a magnificent 540 spinning heel kick from the champion1 Beautiful move!

Stone: It was indeed a stunning shot, but look at the energy it’s taken out of both men! That first fall has done so much damage to their bodies already that it’s slowed the pace right down! Hostyle delivered that kick and he’s feeling the after-effects already!

Morpheus: Go for the ladder, Hostyle!

Stone: That might be the best strategy – and Hostyle’s going to use it! He’s got Drew down for now and he finds one of the two rope ladders, climbing up to the platform rung by rung!

Morpheus: He’s got a follower!

Stone: Indeed he does! Drew Michaels has Hostyle by the leg, and he pulls him back down to the apron!

Morpheus: Hostyle ducks a clothesline from Drew and spins around to hit the Wildcard Wind Up!

Stone: For those of you looking for a technical term, Hostyle winds up following the clothesline and hits a spinning lariat to the face.

Morpheus: Thank you, my nerdy friend.

Stone: I get paid more than you, bitch. Anyway, Michaels collapses to the ground this time and Hostyle’s seen fit to go for the ladder again! He just wants that belt back in his hands!

Morpheus: Where it belongs.

Stone: He gets halfway up and he looks down, Drew’s on his feet already, clambering to the apron! Hostyle jumps back down and slides into the ring before Drew can fully regain his bearings!

Morpheus: This is so irritating! Drew won’t go down for long enough! He’s not giving Hostyle any time to escape!

Stone: And he never will! He’s Alchemy through and through!

Morpheus: Back in the ring, Hostyle hits the ropes as Drew is still partially faded, he comes back...

Stone: And this time Drew sidesteps, hitting an off-the-wall shoulder block on Hostyle! Hostyle is tackled in mid-run by Michaels, and both men are on the mat again.

Morpheus: Great back and forth here, but Hostyle clearly is pushing hardest! Come on, lay a few into him!

Stone: I don’t think he’s going to do that – Hostyle has tremendous pride in his innovative style!

Morpheus: Punch him diagonally!

Stone: You’re a moron. Drew deciding this time to lay a few into Hostyle, and now he’s going for a ladder of his own, trying to get to that platform!

Morpheus: Hostyle is following as fast as he can, but he’s gone to the opposite ladder and he’s shaking that entire platform! Drew’s finding it hard to climb with Hostyle shifting the balance!

Stone: Drew drops back down and both men meeting in the ring, turning into a bit of a wrestling match here!

Morpheus: By which you mean Drew goes in to punch Hostyle and Hostyle outdoes him in every way possible? Hostyle IS the C4 title! He’s Anarchy bred now!

Stone: Hostyle is indeed trying to avoid a fist fight, but he gets lifted by Drew, caught off guard, Samoan drop! A simple move, nice impact, and the ring shakes a bit, with Drew getting back to his feet fairly slowly.

Morpheus: Both men finding it hard to get some real momentum.

Stone: Drew’s going for the ladder again, he might have something here!

Morpheus: Get up, Style!

Stone: Michaels climbing the first ladder, slowly but surely, he’s making it!

Morpheus: Hostyle on his knees, on his feet! He’s climbing the second ladder! Time for another showdown here!

Stone: Michaels stands on the platform and he drops down onto the cables, swinging towards the belt in the centre!

Morpheus: Hostyle now making it up, and he’s trying to measure something up!

Stone: Surely he won’t...

Morpheus: Hostyle jumps! He’s aiming to knock Drew down!

Stone: DREW SWINGS AWAY! Drew changes cables, Hostyle misses and he’s grasping the inside edge of the platform with a few fingers only!

Morpheus: Drew’s trying to turn around and make his way back to the belt in the middle, he had to swing away a fair bit to pull that off!

Stone: But pull it off he did, and he has a chance to capitalise here, he’s finding it hard to get there though!

Morpheus: Hostyle turns his neck to look, and he’s swinging across those cables to get to Michaels now!

Stone: He was lucky to not fall through there... regardless, both men now swinging towards the middle again!

Morpheus: Michaels makes it there first, he’s fumbling with those cables, trying to take the belt!

Stone: He can’t unhook it in time, Hostyle now approaching quickly and he’s there – both men launching knees at the other, trying to block either one from having time to get the belt!

Morpheus: Hostyle swings away from Drew, he’s using that same pendulum motion from when he swung UP Drew before – what’s he planning now?

Stone: High kick to Drew’s chest! Hostyle holds on to the ropes and he’s swinging back, he’s going to kick Drew off the ropes!

Morpheus: Drew’s moving closer!

Stone: He is, Hostyle swings back towards Michaels now and Michaels CATCHES Hostyle’s legs on his shoulders! Michaels is in control now!

Morpheus: Hostyle tries to swing his legs off of Drew, but Drew FOLLOWS! HE LETS GO! MICHAELS’ WEIGHT PULLS HOSTYLE OFF THE ROPES AND THERE’S A FIFTEEN FOOT SITOUT POWERBOMB FROM DREW! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD! THEY’RE BOTH FUCKING DEAD!

Stone: GET THE DAMN EMTS OUT HERE! NEITHER MAN IS MOVING, FOR PETE’S SAKE!

Both Michaels and Hostyle lie motionless in the ring, Hostyle looking at the stars and Michaels has rolled out of the ring and is on his side on the floor.

Morpheus: WHY? Why would anyone do that given that they knew what a fall like that would do to both them and their opponent!

Stone: I gather Michaels thought it would damage Hostyle more than himself!

Morpheus: Well he made a horrible judgment there, didn’t he?!

Stone: I think he may have! EMTs now rushing to the ring, stretchers at the ready, the referee is checking on Hostyle and Michaels to see if either of them are moving after that!

Morpheus: He hasn’t held up the X sign – which means they’re still in it!

Stone: Michaels on the outside is – he’s sitting against the barricade! He’s still moving after that! What are these men made of?

Morpheus: His spine has to be hurting after that, a sitout powerbomb from that high must have done some serious damage!

Stone: That’s just the lengths they’ll go to if they want that belt!

Morpheus: Hostyle’s stirring too, but too slow, damnit! He’s only twitching!

Stone: Well it’s not as if Drew’s making a run for it! Both men are still only recovering from that last huge blow!

Morpheus: Looks like Drew’s finally making it back to his feet!

Stone: Indeed, Michaels is using the barricade to support himself and get to his feet, he’s holding his lower back with one hand though, I think you may have been right about that landing!

Morpheus: Aren’t I always right?

Stone: You’re always a jerk, that’s for sure. Regardless, Alchemy’s superstar now limping towards the ladder on the outside with Hostyle still only making very small movements in the ring! Drew could have it here!

Morpheus: Come on, Hostyle! Reclaim Anarchy’s glory! We need this one!

Stone: You sure do – if you lost this you’d have a member of HavOc as your top champion.

Morpheus: Which would be awesome! But nevertheless, Hostyle is doing Anarchy a favour by holding your C4 Belt – it shows how inadequate you really are!

Stone: Whatever. You know as soon as Drew reclaims the belt, your show is nothing compared to Alchemy. And Drew’s now begun his climb up the ladder!

Morpheus: Hostyle is pulling himself to the ropes, but he’s still not in any condition to climb, damnit!

Stone: Drew’s already halfway up the ladder, but climbing those rope ladders is no easy feat!

Morpheus: I bet you were a nerd who flunked Phys Ed in college.

Stone: And I bet you were a jock who flunked everything in college except Phys Ed.

Morpheus: Does having an internet degree in announcing count?

Stone: It does not. Michaels is finding it hard to climb, still holding his lower back – he must have jarred his spine pretty badly.

Morpheus: Hostyle is dragging himself to one knee on the turnbuckle... it’s agonisingly slow! Somebody do something!

Stone: Drew is! He’s taken another few steps up the ladder! He’s pushing his body for all its worth now!

Morpheus: Hostyle is on his feet! He’s staggering, but he’s there!

Stone: See, now we have a pickle, however – if Michaels climbs across the cables, Hostyle will pull the same trick he did the first time, and pull Drew off.

Morpheus: And if Drew waits, Hostyle’s only going to recover and follow him up there!

Stone: Exactly. And as we’ve seen the past two times, if both men are up there at the same time, they generally fall and die.

Morpheus: So what’s Drew going to do? He has to make a decision and he has to make it soon!

Stone: Hostyle is looking up at him, waiting to see what he’s going to do! It’s a stare down!

Morpheus: Isn’t that exciting.

Stone: Drew takes a step forward on the platform but Hostyle’s not doing anything, he knows Michaels is going to have to hang on those ropes to get to the belt!

Morpheus: Smart thinking, but this needs something interesting to actually happen!

Stone: Michaels is... smiling? He must have a plan!

Morpheus: What? What could he possibly do? He’s on the platform above the ring, and unless he’s going to jump and grab it off in one fluid motion, which is near impossible, he’s going to have to clamber across himself and be subject to a Hostyle flippety thing!

Stone: Nice name for it, but I think I can see another option – and YES! Drew’s using the cables as a tightrope!

Morpheus: Is he CRAZY? He’s going to fall and die!

Stone: He’s not looking back or looking down! He’s two feet out already and look at that! He jumps forward and puts one foot on each of the cables! All he needs to do is bend down and unhook the thing with a little care!

Morpheus: He might not have time for care! Hostyle has seen the trick and he bounces onto the top rope and onto the ladder! He’s already most of the way up the ladder with that one jump!

Stone: He’s agile, I’ll give him that, but Drew is edging closer to the belt! It may be too late for Hostyle!

Morpheus: Drew’s trying to find a way to bend down and unhook it, but he’s giving Hostyle too much time! Hostyle’s still injured as well, but our own Anarchy superstar is at the top of the ladder and he’s climbing onto the platform!

Stone: Hostyle is on the platform! Drew’s on his knees on the two cables and he’s fumbling with the clasp, he can’t unhook it! He’s still trying to balance as well, it’s drawing his concentration!

Morpheus: Hostyle is tightrope walking as well! He’s getting a foot out onto the rope, and another! Drew’s got no time!

Stone: MICHAELS! HE’S GOT THE-

Morpheus: He HAD the clasp, and now Hostyle’s standing on the two opposite cables and he’s kicked Drew’s hands away!

Stone: Michaels stands up and now we have a showdown! Both of these men very accomplished and unique wrestlers, standing above the prize they both want so badly!

Morpheus: Come on, Hostyle! Just jump down and unhook the clasp!

Stone: You yourself called that move near impossible only a few minutes ago!

Morpheus: Shut up! Hostyle’s far more agile than Michaels, he can do it better!

Stone: Neither man can afford to fall! They’ve taken too much damage already, one more time and they’re going to be stretchered out of here!

Morpheus: The EMTs even waited around... clearly they don’t know how good Hostyle is at this kind of thing!

Stone: Oh, will you stop sucking up! THEY’RE OFF! Michaels throws a fist at Hostyle’s face, Hostyle ducks narrowly but he has to watch his footing!

Morpheus: He’s fine! Stop underestimating him!

Stone: He almost fell off, you idiot! Michaels tries to elbow Hostyle but the Champion grabs his arm and he dares to take a foot off of the cable, he delivers a sharp kick to Michaels’ ribs!

Morpheus: Michaels takes it in and he almost falls off! Hostyle jumps a bit into the air and lands again, he’s shaking the cables!

Stone: Drew’s staggering! He can’t hold on!

Morpheus: MICHAELS FALLS! HE’S LOST HIS BALANCE!

Stone: NO! HE’S MANAGED TO HOLD ONTO THE ROPES! HE’S STILL IN IT! HE’S REACHING FOR THE BELT!

Morpheus: Shit! Hostyle notices, he’s trying to step on Drew’s other hand!

Stone: WAIT! The hand that Drew was trying to reach for the belt with has grabbed the cable, and with the hand Hostyle was trying to step on he’s grabbed Hostyle’s leg!

Morpheus: Shake it free! Kick that Jesus freak off of the cables!

Stone: Michaels tugs at Hostyle’s leg and HOSTYLE LOSES BALANCE! HOLY SHIT!

Morpheus: HOSTYLE IS CROTCHED ON THE CABLE! SHIT!

Stone: Drew Michaels tugged Hostyle’s leg down and he’s crotched the C4 Champion on the cable there, Hostyle’s in tremendous pain and only holding on by one leg! His knee is slung over that rope, like a monkey trying to hold on!

Morpheus: Hostyle can’t swing himself up! Damnit! NO!

Stone: DREW REACHES OUT! HE’S GOT THE C4 CHAMPIONSHIP! DREW MICHAELS HAS RELEASED THE CLASP AND THE BELT IS IN HIS HANDS! WE HAVE A WINNER!

Cherry: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEEWWW FULL METAL C4 CHAMPION, DREEEEEEEEEWWWWW MIIIIIIIIIIIICHAAAAELS!!!!!

Drew Michaels (8.44 aps + 1.4 avs = 9.84 total)
Hostyle (8.5 aps + 1.3 avs = 9.8 total)

Morpheus: Damnit! Damnit!

Stone: YES! The C4 Championship is back on Alchemy, baby! Drew Michaels captures a record third championship here tonight! What an honour!

Morpheus: Look at the crew, they’re rushing in giant foam mats in case Hostyle falls, they’re trying to shove them into the ring!

Stone: Michaels is still hanging onto that C4 belt but he throws it to the ring below. Michaels lets go and he managed to land on the foam matting there, but the EMTs have to help Hostyle down and he’s out of here as C-4 champ! Good riddance!

Morpheus: Damn that Drew Michaels!

Stone: Drew lifts that C4 belt in the air as far as his arms will let him, he’s pretty exhausted! What a spectacle that was!

Morpheus: Damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit.

Stone: Alchemy reigns supreme here, my friend! Drew Michaels is the new C4 Champion! Our crowing glory has returned home!

Morpheus: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We’ll be back.

Stone: Keep telling yourself that. Ladies and gentlemen, Drew Michaels, new C4 Champion!


We fade backstage to the Catalyst logo, where Veronica Cherrywood is standing by with a confident looking John Derrick standing by, occasionally taking a drink from his flask as we calmly waits for a question.

Cherrywood: I’m standing by with one of the challengers for the Full Metal Wrestling Championship, former champion John ‘Doc’ Derrick!

The crowd cheers as Doc merely stands unfazed. He takes a drink from his flask again as he merely smirks at Cherrywood, who lightly blushes in response.

Cherrywood: Well, Doc. FMW hasn’t seen you in such a rut since your arrival here. How do you intend to right the ship and reclaim the Full Metal Wrestling Championship?

Doc: Quite simply, by going out there and winning. Granted, I haven’t been at my best, a little off is more like it. But, I know what I am fully capable of, and I know that even the best suffers a slump in his or her lifetime. Tonight, but lack of a better term, I get back on track and reaffirm my status as FMW’s best.

Doc takes a drink.

Doc: Now, of course me and Christian’s matter is rather personal especially given the dealings at Circus Maximus, but I’ll deal with him when I get to the ring. As for Bryson…

???: What about me?

The crowd cheers as Nick Bryson walks into view. Bryson is dressed to compete as is Doc and Cherrywood looks slightly confused as Doc gives off a slightly annoyed glance.

Bryson: Well, you were saying?

Doc: Ah, Nicholas. Before I was so callously interrupted, I was saying that you will also be dealt with upon my arrival in the ring. I don’t have any quarrels that I handle outside of the squared circle.

Bryson: Oh, sure, Doc. But I clearly see what you are doing. I know you are a mind games master, great at psychology. This is your just snidely underestimating me again, as you did Smitten and Dunn and Sam..

Doc: Son, spare me your banal diatribe. Unlike some others, I have no qualms about underestimating you or anyone else to their face, if I choose to do so. But, before you go off into your whole little bitch fit, I am not underestimating you. Christian beat me at Circus Maximus, he was the better man that night. You beat me at Anarchy 7.4, you were better that night. But, tonight is a completely unique situation.

Bryson: Not much different besides Smitten and the gold.

Doc: That’s where you are wrong. See, in a match, a situation like this you find out what you’re made of. Nicholas. I’ll admit, you are full of heart, you’ve got more fight in you than most of these others in the back…yet, you might still find yourself without a sufficient amount of one crucial thing…

Bryson: (*Sarcastic*)Oh great one, do tell what that may be?

Doc: I do appreciate the compliment, but now’s not the time for your ego-stroking. As for what you may lack…ability, to put it bluntly.

The crowd instigates as Doc’s gaze doesn’t break, and Bryson looks slightly offended.

Doc: In a match like this, sometimes you need more than heart and fight to get it done. Sometimes, you actually have to be able to get it done in order to get it done.

Bryson: I whipped your ass at 7.4, I think that’s proof enough.

Doc: Again, congratulations. As I’ve said, you were the better man that night. But tonight, so much more is on the line for us, especially you. This is the chance to silence the doubters, isn’t it? This is the chance to step out of ‘Holier-than-thou’ Drew Michaels’ shadow, isn’t it? To do that, you’ll need some ability. Do you have what it takes, Nicholas? DO you have what it takes to bring it home on the big stage? Frankly, I don’t think you do.

Bryson: Fine, Derrick. You’ll just have to wait and see later tonight.

Doc: I’ll be looking forward to it, Nicholas. Good Luck.

Bryson storms away as Doc watches him leave, a confident slight grin etched on his face.

Doc: Ms. Cherrywood, thanks for your time.

Doc calmly walks away to cheers, taking a drink from his flask as we fade out.

Chris Austin is backstage, being tended to and bandaged by the medical team after what happened earlier.

Austin: Am I good to go?

Doctor: Chris... this doesn't look good. You're banged up pretty bad. I wouldn't advise you to go out there tonight. Not only are you banged up, but the match is not gonna do you any favors.

Austin: But I can't stay here. I gotta go out there! The bastard you tried to run me down may be in the match.

Doctor: Chris, I'm telling you, don't do it. You can't do it. It's only gonna kill you.

Austin: I might as well die fighting than stay back from the frontline! I’ll be damned if I don’t take part in the show I won the right to run. No one’s taking this night from me. Not you, not X, not Dreamkiller, NO ONE.

Austin slightly gingerly gets up from the bed and walks out on the doctor to go get ready for the match.


“The Warrior’s Code” by the Dropkick Murphys begins as the Celt comes down to the ring, where Jack Boice, Guiomar the Barbaric, War Machine and Butters are already in.

Morpheus: Ladies and gentlemen, wouldn’t you know it, it’s time for a major train wreck of a match!

Larsen: I guess I can’t really disagree with that description, Morph, because it’s time for the 15 Minute Massacre, for the Ultraviolent Championship no less!

Morpheus: Eight men, one championship, this is as clusterfuck as clusterfuck gets!

Larsen: These eight men are going to literally tear each other apart just to get the ultimate prize in ultraviolent wrestling.

“Reborn” by StoneSour plays as Hannibal Frost arrives.

Larsen: But let’s talk about something that happened just now.

Morpheus: What?

Larsen: Chris Austin. What happened to him earlier was a travesty, but he’s chosen to continue on with the match.

Morpheus: And whoever did it could have been any one of these men.

Larsen: That too. Who would stoop that low just to get an edge in this match? I mean, you’ve already got six other guys to do it for you!

Morpheus: Well, maybe we’re thinking too much inside the box? What if this guy isn’t in the match?

Larsen: We might as well throw all sense out the window.

“The Arrival” by Atmosphere plays, but no one comes out to the music.

Larsen: This is Austin’s music, but where is he?

Morpheus: I think those injuries have finally got to him.

Larsen: He said he was still going to do it, and there’s usually no reason not to trust this man’s word.

Morpheus: You can trust him all you want, but the fact of the matter is, no one’s coming through the curtain!

Larsen: What’s happened?

Morpheus: Search me.

“Voodoo” by Godsmack then takes over promptly and Harlequin comes out with the belt slung over his shoulder, practically salivating at the match which awaits him.

Morpheus: And here’s the champ!

Larsen: Here’s Harlequin, but this match is one match short. What’s happened to Austin?

Morpheus: Oh, get over it. One man less is an easier match to call.

Buster Cherry stands in the middle of the ring, with everyone else circling him.

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a 15 Minute Massacre match for the FMW Ultraviolent Championship!





Harlequin just flashes a devious smirk.

Cherry: This match will have a fifteen-minute time limit and is set under Ultraviolent rules. Whoever pins or makes the Ultraviolent Champion submit becomes the interim champion, and whoever is the interim Ultraviolent Champion by the end of the match will be the new Ultraviolent Champion! The interim championships will NOT count towards that man’s record!

Morpheus: You heard it straight from the horse’s mouth!

Larsen: No doubt this is gonna be one brutal bloodbath, and kudos to the one wily enough to sneak out this match as the champ!





The bell rings and the match quickly descends into utter chaos. Harlequin and Frost team up with one another to take everyone else on, while Celt and Butters slide out of the ring to grab weapons.

Larsen: And as expected, this has turned into chaos! HavOc has teamed up to take the shit out of everyone!

Morpheus: Frost and Harley are taking on all comers!

Larsen: Everyone gets knocked down with hard rights from HavOc and everyone’s down like bowling pins… and Harley lands a right hand to Frost himself!

Morpheus: Hah, that’s grand! Harley shrugs at a bewildered Frost! It’s every man for himself!

Larsen: But… oh! Celt just nailed Harley with a chair!

Morpheus: And Butters just nailed Celt with a chair! Chair-on-chair action!

Larsen: Guiomar sneaks up on Butters from behind and nails him with a… a war club! Where the hell did he get that?!

Morpheus: Guiomar’s going CRAZY on everyone with that club! Somebody stop him!

Larsen: And it’s Boice who steps up! And… wow, is that Baby? Baby’s made a comeback! Boice hits Guiomar with Baby, but Guiomar stands right back up!

Morpheus: Guiomar raises the club, Boice raises Baby… and the two weapons clash!

Larsen: But War Machine tackles Guiomar and spears him to the ground, and Harlequin gives Boice a clothesline!

Morpheus: Harlequin looks to be pulling something out from his coat…

Larsen: What the… that’s the hunting knife! What the hell is he thinking?!

Morpheus: He’s thinking something dastardly there, and I can’t help but say that it’s all legal!

Larsen: He’s gonna stab him! Harley’s gonna stab him! …But thank god, Celt’s back with the first thing he can grab and that’s Guiomar’s club! He stops Harley from stabbing Boice!

Morpheus: And Boice takes the time to grab Baby… and nails Harlequin with the PACIFIER!

Larsen: Boice whacks everyone else in the ring in a manic frenzy! Everyone is going down one by one to Baby!

Morpheus: After that chairfest, Boice makes the cover on Harlequin! Are we gonna have a new champ by the end of this one?

Larsen: The ref gets down for the count, one, two, wait, what the?

Someone pulls Boice’s leg to break up the pin; it is revealed to be Blackwell!

Larsen: What the, that’s Blackwell! What’s he doing here, this isn’t his match!

Morpheus: Blackwell has no right interfering in this match! What the hell is going on?

Larsen: Blackwell’s got Boice, and nails the Seduction of the Innocent!

Morpheus: Get outta here!

Larsen: Blackwell’s got Baby… and bashes Boice repeatedly in the head with it! He’s going to crush Boice’s skull! What is the meaning of this?!

Morpheus: Blackwell’s made him bleed already, what more does he want?

Larsen: I think Blackwell wants to take Boice out of the match entirely! Blackwell’s got him up in a powerbomb… and dumps Boice over the top rope, into the floor! I think Boice is out of commission here! Somebody get help!

Morpheus: Guiomar is back up, and he’s rushing towards Blackwell!

Larsen: But I don’t think Blackwell is done here! Guiomar meets Baby! And Blackwell is doing to Guiomar what he did to Boice, too! Two men are going down here! What is going on?

Morpheus: Look, I knew Blackwell was one of the enigmas we had on Anarchy, but damn, this is just… over the top.

Larsen: There’s just no excuse for this!

Morpheus: I’m sure there is… I just can’t see it right now.

Larsen: Blackwell hits a Seduction of the Innocent on Guiomar as well…and then dumps him over the top rope! Blackwell has demolished not one but two Anarchy superstars tonight, but for what reason?

Morpheus: Look at those eyes… Blackwell’s out to kill.

EMTs rush down the ramp to tend to Guiomar and Boice, while the others begin standing up. Harlequin, Frost, and War Machine all rush Blackwell, who manages to roll out of the ring just in time.

Morpheus: And that dastardly Blackwell manages to avoid everyone else’s wrath.

Larsen: There are no words for what just happened here, but the match must go on. Celt and Butters assault the three men and this is back to being chaotic once again!

Morpheus: HavOc is working on Celt while Butters has got War Machine! I almost feel sorry for them, it’s basically handicap!

Larsen: Harley and Frost are just taking turns on a helpless Celt! Wait, Harley’s broke away… looks like he’s looking for something… oh my god, the knife!

Morpheus: He’s going to gut Celt!

Larsen: Somebody stop this!

Morpheus: Frost has got Celt and Celt’s not going anywhere!

Larsen: My god, somebody should stop this! I know everything short of plain murder is legal in this match, but who knows how this is gonna turn out for Celt if Harlequin manages to have his way with the knife!

Morpheus: Harley’s going to gut him!

Larsen: Harlequin’s going to thrust… but thank God, Celt, in a burst of strength, evaded and dragged Frost with him!

Morpheus: But he’s still got a problem, Harley’s still got that knife!

Larsen: Celt bought some time as Harley gets knocked off balance! He’s got Frost to deal with, too!

Morpheus: Harley’s got a manic look in his eyes… the UV champion is out for murder!

Larsen: Celt knocks Frost down with a hard right hand, and that leaves him enough time to deal with Harlequin and his hunting knife!

Morpheus: But he’s gotta watch out!

Larsen: Harley slices with that knife… but Celt’s got his wrist! It’s a power struggle, where a life is literally on the line!

Morpheus: If Celt loses this battle, who knows what’s gonna happen to him!

Larsen: Celt’s got the upper hand… and he manages to pry the knife from out of Harlequin’s hands!

Morpheus: Is he gonna use it?

Larsen: I don’t think so, I think Celt’s above that! Yeah, Celt throws the knife out of the ring... and Frost charges him! But Celt sidesteps, and Frost crashes right into Harlequin!

Morpheus: And Frost gets dumped over the top rope with a hard right by Celt! And in other news, Butters and War Machine have somehow managed to take their fight outside!

Larsen: By taking the fight outside, he means Butters just took both War Machine and himself out with that dive to the outside!

Morpheus: This ring is now officially a wasteland!

Larsen: It’s just Harlequin and Celt, one-on-one now, and Celt takes advantage of a dazed Harlequin to whip him to the nearest corner… and Celt scales the turnbuckle, and jumps! There’s the Eternal Driver!

Morpheus: Oh my God, is Celt actually going to win this?

Larsen: It’s not over yet, but if he pins Harlequin and manages to hold on to it until the end, then he may just very well be! Celt makes the cover! One, two, three, Celt’s the interim champ now at 6:28!

Cherry: The Celt has pinned Harlequin and is the interim Ultraviolent Champion! There are 9 minutes and 30 seconds left!

Morpheus: Now the challenge is holding on to it!

Larsen: War Machine and Butters are back in the ring and they’ve set their sights on Celt!

Morpheus: I don’t blame them, he’s the target now!

Larsen: They waste no time on assaulting Celt and it may be more than Celt can handle! He’s trying to keep them at bay with punches but War Machine gets the better of Celt with an uranage slam!

Morpheus: Butters however, doesn’t take too kindly to it, and gets back to working on War Machine!

Larsen: Butters downs War Machine with a deadly DDT!

Morpheus: Butters has got Celt all to himself now… but Frost returns to the scene! Butters and Frost are duking it out!

Larsen: Well, Celt gets back up, now it’s the three of them!

Morpheus: War Machine and Harlequin are back up now… but Harlequin rolls out of the ring! I think he’s gonna go for the knife again!

Larsen: War Machine whips Butters and clocks him to dump him over the top rope, and Butters lands rights on Harlequin! And War Machine turns around to walk right into a running ICE PICK from Frost!

Morpheus: Everyone’s just pulling out all the stops!

Larsen: But Celt is on the ready! Celt whips Frost, looking for the Sweeping Chokeslam… but Frost rolls through! Frost escapes!

Morpheus: Frost takes a chair and just DRIVES it into Celt’s gut… and he lifts him up!

Larsen: Celt goes down in the FREEZER BURN! I think Frost is taking this one, Frost busted him wide open!

Morpheus: Frost makes the cover! One, two, three, Frost is the interim champ at 7:59!

Cherry: Hannibal Frost has pinned the Celt, and is the interim Ultraviolent Champion! There are 8 minutes left!

Larsen: Harlequin’s crawled back in the ring, looking bewildered! This is an awkward moment for the two stablemates!

Morpheus: Frost and Harley are unsure of what to do with one another!

Larsen: Well, Harley tosses the hunting knife aside, gives Frost a little shrug, and nails a clothesline on him!

Morpheus: Everything has totally broken down here! War Machine and Butters are back on their feet and they’ve resumed the chaos!

Larsen: For those who may have stepped out, Hannibal Frost is now the interim champion after pinning the Celt, who pinned Harlequin earlier! These men now have to pin Hannibal Frost to become the interim champion, and whoever stays the interim champion until the end of the match becomes the new Ultraviolent Champion!

Morpheus: Thanks for the quick refresher, now can we get back to the match?

Larsen: Gladly, but I don’t know what to call here, it’s just pure chaos!

Morpheus: Well, let me start! Harlequin and Frost are duking it out with the currently former Ultraviolent Championship tossing all alliances aside, and Frost better thank his lucky stars Harly didn’t use his hunting knife!

Larsen: …but somebody else did, as War Machine is now chasing Butters around with the knife!

Morpheus: War Machine is swinging that knife around like a madman!

Larsen: But Butters is trying his best to escape him! No! War Machine’s got him with a flashback! AND OH MY GOD WAR MACHINE JUST SENT THAT KNIFE FLYING DOWN TO BUTTERS’S BACK!

Morpheus: Now this is getting good!

Larsen: HE MAY HAVE JUST SLICED THROUGH BUTTERS’S SPINE!

Morpheus: Well, he doesn’t give a shit!

Larsen: WAR MACHINE’S ALSO DRAGGING THE BLADE THROUGH BUTTERS’S FOREHEAD!

Morpheus: He’s just absolutely brutalizing Butters… and I love it!

Larsen: And now he’s set his sights on Frost!

Morpheus: War Machine’s going to Leonidas that blade into Frost and Frost isn’t even aware of it!

Larsen: War Machine swings… but Harlequin stops him! It’s Harlequin who saves Frost!

Morpheus: And Frost takes the time to take down War Machine with a running knee!

Larsen: But Frost gets knocked down with a punch combo from none other than the Celt himself!

Morpheus: It’s Celt vs. HavOc now!

Larsen: HavOc just looks angry and the Fighting Irishman may have made a mistake here, but I know him too well to back down from a fight!

Morpheus: Well, yeah, he’s stupid enough to charge them right away… it’s a battle HavOc easily takes control of!

Larsen: HavOc is now throwing the bloody Celt around like a rag doll!

As HavOc is beating up on Celt, the crowd suddenly cheers… because a bandaged Chris Austin is running rather quickly down the ramp with an electric guitar in hand and a furious look on his face!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Austin has now officially entered this match!

Larsen: The odds may be evened for Celt now, because Chris Austin has come to play!

Morpheus: I thought he was injured?

Larsen: It took him a while, but he’s out now! And he’s going batshit on HavOc with that electric guitar!

Morpheus: Jeff Jarrett has become outdated!

Larsen: He’s been outdated for a long time now, Morph! Two whacks to each member of HavOc… and a whack to Celt!

Morpheus: Celt was mistaken if he thought Austin was gonna have his back!

Larsen: Clearly! And a whack to War Machine! Another whack to an already bleeding Butters!

Morpheus: Austin’s taken everyone out with a single weapon!

Larsen: He’s entitled to it! And Austin makes the cover on Frost! One, two, no, Frost kicks out at two and forty-nine fiftieths!

Morpheus: Austin thought he had it!

Larsen: And Harlequin takes advantage of a frustrated Austin with a running boot to the head!

Morpheus: Harley picks Frost up and nails the Pale Rider!

Larsen: Harlequin makes the cover… but War Machine breaks it up! This is still a back-and-forth game!

Morpheus: Do you think Frost has it in him to keep the championship til the end?

Larsen: It’s going to be a mixture of endurance and luck here tonight… and everyone’s luck may either be running short or a lot.

Morpheus: Harlequin and War Machine are going at it…. AND BUTTERS TOSSES HIMSELF INTO THE MELEE AND TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN!

Larsen: What an effort by Butters here! Frost is back up, trying to get back in the action but Austin immediately stops him and nails the SYNCOPE DRIVER!

Morpheus: Austin’s in prime position!

Larsen: Everyone else is down and it may be Austin’s time! Austin makes the cover! One, two, three! Austin’s now the interim champ at 10 minutes flat!

Cherry: Chris Austin has pinned Hannibal Frost, and is the interim Ultraviolent Champion! There are 5 minutes remaining!

Larsen: If Austin can just hold on to this for five more minutes, he’s gonna be the new UV champ!

Morpheus: No shit, Sherlock! Austin’s already spent and War Machine strikes him from behind!

Larsen: War Machine takes Austin down and looks for Harlequin’s knife… he wants to chop Austin down too!

Morpheus: And he’s got it! Austin’s headed for the chopping block! Ha, I’m a genius with this pun thing!

Larsen: War Machine has got that knife again and he’s raising it above his head! Austin, roll out of the way!

Morpheus: No, Butters tackles War Machine from behind!

Larsen: Payback for his own bleeding body! Butters takes the knife… AND WHACKS WAR MACHINE WITH IT TOO!

Morpheus: Revenge is sweet!

Larsen: Butters does what War Machine did to him and cuts open War Machine’s forehead! I think Butters doesn’t give a damn about winning this match anymore!

Morpheus: Well, somebody else does, as Celt is now taking on Austin!

Larsen: He knows it’s every man for himself, so he’s doing what Austin did to him, putting on a brawling clinic out here!

Morpheus: But watch out, HavOc is back on the loose once again!

Larsen: Harlequin and Frost attack Celt and Austin and the two team up once again to fight back!

Morpheus: The four men are trading blows and as the time slowly narrows down, you’ve got to wonder if which one of these guys are going to pin Austin next?

Larsen: Each one of them is determined enough to find ways to pull it off but it all rests on how well Austin can defend himself, and how bad the other guys want it.

Morpheus: I agree. There’s nothing like nailing the winning shot then somebody else breaking up the pin.

Larsen: Butters once again throws himself into the four-man gulag, and nobody takes too kindly to this as HavOc nails a double spinebuster on him! And Austin and Celt take this time to blindside them!

Morpheus: Will this alliance break down now?

Larsen: Yes it does as Celt immediately throws all friendships aside for the moment and starts punching Chris Austin!

Morpheus: This is the thing about these kinds of matches, you can’t trust anyone for too long, because you know they’re out for you!

Larsen: Everyone wants what you have, and Celt, along with everyone in this match, is entitled to hit anyone he chooses!

Morpheus: HavOc is back up and they’ve returned the favor to these two!

Larsen: …But they’ve slid out of the ring!

Morpheus: To get more weapons, I presume.

Larsen: They’ve got two chairs now and they’re planning to decimate the opposition!

Morpheus: But Butters has other plans!

Larsen: Butters has the knife once again AND HE STRIKES HARLEQUIN IN THE BACK WITH IT!

Morpheus: Somebody’s gotta contain Butters!

Larsen: This has got Frost’s attention and Butters gets a whack in the forehead for his efforts!

Morpheus: And this momentary distraction allows Austin to get in a chair shot to Frost himself!

Larsen: Distractions everywhere as Celt whips Austin to the corner, I think he’s looking for another Eternal Driver!

Morpheus: No, Austin kicks him in the face! Not tonight, laddie!

Larsen: Austin hoists him up in an electric chair! Down Celt goes!

Morpheus: But it’s War Machine who gets back in the game with a quick BRAIN DAMAGE!

Larsen: War Machine takes down Austin and I think he’s ready to take the interim championship from him! War Machine makes the cover, one, two, th- NO! AUSTIN BARELY KICKS OUT AS BUTTERS STRIKES WITH THE DRIVE-BY BOOT TO BREAK UP THE PIN!

Morpheus: I can’t imagine the utter frustration on War Machine’s mind right now!

Larsen: Well, he’s absolutely royally pissed! There’s a mad look in his eyes now, and it looks like Butters just shit himself!

Morpheus: And War Machine is chasing Butters around the ring again!

Larsen: And the big man proves to be too fast for Butters! He’s got evil intentions!

Morpheus: War Machine hands Butters his own BRAIN DAMAGE!

Larsen: But he’s not done with him yet! War Machine hoists Butters up on his shoulders… and tosses him right out of the ring!

Morpheus: And he’s STILL not done!

Larsen: War Machine gets up on the nearest turnbuckle… and ANGEL OF DEATH! on Butters to the outside! I think War Machine has taken the both him and Butters completely out of commission!

Morpheus: Your god, I have to watch that one on replay!

Larsen: I’ve never seen War Machine dish out such retribution!

Morpheus: And while this has happened, HavOc and Celt and Austin are back to brawling again!

Larsen: Butters took Harlequin’s own hunting knife to him, and you can notice Harlequin being slightly unbalanced… Celt nails a body slam and my god I can’t imagine the pain Harlequin is experiencing right now!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, there are only TWO MINUTES remaining in this match!

Morpheus: Hear that, the match’s almost over, and I reckon they’re gonna start taking it to Austin!

Larsen: Time’s running out, and these guys are gonna have to step it up if they want a shot, especially Harlequin, technically he’s still the real champ!

Morpheus: Frost is in battle with Austin but Celt takes it to Frost with a hard clothesline!

Larsen: Austin looks amused, but not until Celt starts hitting him again! Everyone is out for Chris Austin, especially now that there are less than two minutes left in this match!

Morpheus: Celt and Austin are trading blows here… and yeah, it isn’t too long until HavOc is back on their feet!

Larsen: I think Celt’s just about had it with HavOc; he takes Frost and whips him… and hits him with a very hard clothesline to dump him over the top rope and on top of War Machine and Butters’s crumpled bodies! That’s only going to keep them there!

Morpheus: Austin and Harley are dueling and Celt gets back and turns it into a triple threat!

Larsen: It’s a three way and time is running out, I wonder who can beat Austin? Harlequin nails a hard right to Celt’s bleeding face that makes him backpedal a bit, but Austin comes from out of nowhere and drops Harlequin with a massive S.J.S!

Morpheus: I guess that’s one less guy to worry about!

Larsen: And Celt comes back to duel with Austin… and Celt whips him to the corner again!

Morpheus: Looking for yet another Eternal Driver!

Larsen: Celt scales the turnbuckle… but Austin tosses him down the turnbuckle from overhead! Celt scrambles to his feet, but he gets an SYNCOPE DRIVER on a chair! Celt is out of commission too!

Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, there is only ONE MINUTE remaining in the match!

Larsen: I think it’s over! I think Chris Austin has this in the bag!

Morpheus: Everyone’s down, the ring is a barren wasteland, and Chris Austin is the last man standing!

Larsen: Austin, exhausted, slowly wakes over to the center of the ring! Everyone else is down, Butters, War Machine, Harlequin, Frost, Celt; Austin is the last man standing as the time runs out!

Morpheus: Look at that, Chris Austin is looking around wondering who else could be coming and no one's moving!! I know everyone’s down, but at least wait for the buzzer to ring! This has to be the longest minute of his life!

While Austin's face begins to seep blood, he notices that not one of him competitors looks to have any life left. The crowd cheers on Austin, who has dropped to a knee in utter exhaustion. All of a sudden, a figure is seen sliding in the ring from behind Austin, and nails him in the back of a head with the butt of a pistol as Austin rises to his feet! This figure is none other than…

Larsen: ROMEO VIZZINI?!

Morpheus: What. The. Hell.

Larsen: ROMEO VIZZINI HAS JUST STRUCK DOWN CHRIS AUSTIN! WHAT THE HELL! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR! WHAT IS ROMEO DOING?!

Morpheus: I… don’t believe it.

Larsen: ROMEO PICKS AUSTIN AND DESTROYS HIM FURTHER WITH A LA SPADA SICILIANA! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE? THIS IS NOT HIS MATCH! THIS IS NOT EVEN LIKE HIM! WHY, ROMEO, WHY?!

Morpheus: He’s… snapped. Gone over the edge, Larsen.

Larsen: ROMEO IS JUST STOMPING AND STRIKING AUSTIN WITH THAT DAMNED PISTOL OF HIS AND NOT A SOUL IS UP TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!

Morpheus: I thought we’ve had our fair share of run-ins, but this one just takes the cake.

Larsen: I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS AT ALL! WHAT HAS AUSTIN EVER DONE TO ROMEO? WHY IS ROMEO DOING THIS?

Romeo: I’M GLAD I MISSED YOU WITH THE CAR, BECAUSE THIS IS A HELL OF A LOT MORE FUN!

Morpheus: He was driving the car?

Cherry: 30 SECONDS LEFT!

Larsen: STOP, ROMEO, STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP! THIS IS UNCALLED FOR!

Morpheus: I don’t understand this at all!

Larsen: CHRIS AUSTIN IS NOW WEARING A CRIMSON MASK AND ROMEO STILL WON’T STOP HIS BRUTAL ASSAULT!

Morpheus: Hold your horses, Larsen, he’s stopping! He’s leaving the ring… but that’s an evil look on his face!

Larsen: Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t understand this at all. We all know Romeo Vizzini to be an upstanding man of principle, but that is not the real Romeo Vizzini we have just witnessed.

Morpheus: Wait, talk about that later; Harlequin’s up and slowly crawling towards Chris Austin’s broken body!

Larsen: Harlequin just collapses himself on top of Chris Austin, and the referee makes the count. One, two… three. Harlequin is the interim championship once again with ten seconds left to go. Ladies and gentlemen I really have no enthusiasm left for this match after witnessing what just happened.

Cherry: Harlequin has pinned Chris Austin and is now the interim Ultraviolent Champion!!! There are 11 seconds left!!

10...9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…BZZT!!!!!

Morpheus: Harley retains! Somehow, Harlequin retains the title!

Cherry: TIME HAS EXPIRED AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STIIILLL ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION… HARLEQUIN!

Harlequin (8.55 aps + 1.0 avs = 9.55 total)
Chris Austin (8.7 aps + 0.7 avs = 9.4 total)
Hannibal Frost (8.58 aps + 0.5 avs = 9.08 total)
The Celt (8.35 aps + 0.3 avs = 8.65 total)
Butters (7.91 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.2 avs = 8.01 total)
War Machine (7.99 aps + 0.0 avs = 7.99 total)
Guiomar the Barbaric (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)
Jack Boice (0.0 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.0 total)

"Voodoo" by Godsmack starts to play as Harlequin pulls himself from the lifeless body of Austin. The entire ringside area is littered with broken bodies and pools of blood. Harlequin musters up his infamous laugh as he slowly walks away from the carnage, taking his knife with him. The crowd is deathly silent, the aftermath of what Romeo did just still sinking in. EMTs rush the ring, checking on all left. In the ring, Austin barely comes to and slowly sits up with the help of EMTs, looking shocked at what had happened to him.

Larsen: While I can’t blame Harlequin for what just happened to Chris Austin, and how his victory was just stolen from him, I can’t say that it was a well-fought victory for Harlequin.

Morpheus: I don’t know either why Romeo did what he did, but I can tell you that that makes me even more interested in him.

Larsen: We did not witness the same Romeo we are always used to, and that is the shocking thing. We all know him to be a good person, possibly capable of what he did tonight, but not to a man such as Chris Austin, one who has never done him any wrong. It was uncalled for, that’s what it is.

Morpheus: I’m sure he has his reasons… it’s just unclear to everyone right now.

Larsen: Maybe, but for the life of me I will never accept them. Chris Austin earned that victory by being the last man standing in that battlefield, and Romeo, without any warning, just swept in and brutally took that away from him.

Morpheus: Right. Now before you start repeating what you’re saying, I think it’s time we cut to backstage. What a bloodbath!


The scene opens within the unoccupied office of Anarchy GM, Celeste. That is until she is seen walking in angrily, with quick, heavy steps towards her desk. Oddly enough, the reason for her bad mood, St. Michael Dreamkiller, enters the office right after her, his signature villainous sneer plastered across his face.

Celeste: Dreamkiller, I know you had something to do with what just happened to Chris Austin.

Dreamkiller: Correction - I had EVERYTHING to do with it, and that's only the beginning of what I have planned for Full Metal Wrestling!

Celeste: Excuse you, but you are NOT welcome here! Now, I'm not going to get violent with you, Michael, but there's a hoard of guys in the locker room who will assist me if you do not leave this company now, and forever!

SMD switches his stone-cold gaze from Celeste's face to her mid-section, and smirks once again.

Dreamkiller: Oh, would you look at that. Looks like you're finally showing! I almost forgot that you were pregnant with Jaro's child. Why not let me take over Anarchy for you so that you go back home and do what women are meant to do: rear children!

Celeste: I'm not going anywhere. My child will be born in 5 months, but for now, I will remain the General Manager of Anarchy. I have a responsibility to this company, and part of my responsibility is to make sure that scumbags like you get the treatment they deserve!

???: And what treatment would that be?

Both Celeste and SMD turn to the direction of the unknown voice, as a familiar, burnt up face enters the office. The crowd goes nuts as it is revealed to be...

Jaro: It's good to see you again, Celeste. And Michael is right - you are starting to look fat! You have no idea how much it kills me that my benevolent seed is being malnourished inside of your pathetic body! You should seriously leave your position, and go home to look after my unborn baby.

Celeste glares at Jaro who only smiles at her. Dreamkiller nods in approval.

Jaro: Once my seed passes through your disgusting vaginal lips and into the world, I want to make sure that it has a good home, a loving mother, and a father it can be proud of. Which is why, I'm coming BACK to Full Metal Wrestling, and I'm taking back my fucking company! And there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it!

The crowd reacts raucously, not knowing whether to cheer or boo as a result of that startling news. Celeste's mouth grows a little wide as Dreamkiller manages to contain his excitement.

Jaro: As for you Dreamkiller, you and X are officially reinstated in Full Metal Wrestling.

Dreamkiller: Thank you, sir!

Celeste: You can't do that, Jason. You're no longer in charge. Nothing you say holds any weight anymore.

Jaro: Oh, but it will. Just try and stop me...

Celeste and SMD look on as Jaro laughs and exits the office, before Dreamkiller returns his attention back to Anarchy's GM.

Dreamkiller: Soon you will be completely powerless now that Jaro's back, but I'll let you in on a little secret, my dear. This time, I'm not going to sit back and let FMW become the "Jaro Show," like it was during the Original Sin run. He can think whatever he wants to think. But FMW has passed him by. This company won't be his...it will be mine! You just wait, Celeste. You'll see...

Dreamkiller then makes his departure, as Celeste is left alone in complete distraught, not knowing what to do, or how to defend FMW from those two tyrants.

Larsen: What a night Catalyst has been! We’ve seen triumph, slim failures, quite possibly a farewell, a screwjob, a return of the devil himself, and we still have the FMW Championship to decide!

Foxx: I won’t lie, I was really enjoying this night, especially since I finally get to call a Pay-Per-View main event! That was until I discovered that I get to call it with you.

Larsen: Same here, but still. Catalyst has been all about opportunities and the three men headlining the show each have something to prove here. Doc wants to show that he’s still the best FMW has to offer and become the only two-time FMW Champion in FMW history. Nick Bryson wants to show that he has what it takes and finally step out of Drew Michaels’ shadow...

Foxx: Please! Smitten has the most to prove, that being that he’s actually a legit champion. I’ve never seen such a stacked deck against a champion is his first defense! What happened earlier to the ‘GM’ Chris Austin, well for this decision he deserved it.

Larsen: I can argue that point, but the main event is more important. Let’s go to the ring.





The crowd roars in anticipation and they grow even louder as the arena blacks out and “Clouds over California” by DevilDriver starts to play. A sizable blast of dark blue pyro illuminates the arena as Nick Bryson makes his way through the stage entrance to an outstanding ovation. Nick slowly looks around the RBC center’s rabid crowd and makes his way down tagging a couple of hands on his way. Some of the crowd starts a “Bryson” chant, and Bryson rolls into the ring and takes his place in one corner, taking off a ‘SPARTA’ tee and tossing it into the crowd. He clasps his hands as if he praying and clearing away some nerves. He loosen up with a look on his face which can only be described as nervous determination.

Larsen: There he is, the fan’s choice for this one. Bryson has long been one of the most unappreciated men in FMW, but tonight he can become THE man if he can win this match tonight.

Boss Foxx: There’s a reason he was only HALF a champion during his time here. He can go in the ring there’s no question, but I don’t think tonight is his night.

Bryson’s theme fades out as “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones bleeds through the PA. John Derrick makes his way out with a small flask, taking a sip from it. The crowd cheers him on as he makes eye contact with Bryson. The events of Anarchy 7.4 come rushing back just as Doc tosses his flask into the crowd. He makes his way down, not taking his eyes off of Bryson. Doc enters the ring and removes his trenchcoat and cowboy hat, and takes his place in another corner, not taking his steely glare off of Bryson, who to his credit seems unfazed and returns the gaze.

Foxx: Ah yes, the transitional champion. Thanks to him, we can finally quit referring to the failure of making a successful title defense as ‘Showstopping’ the title.

Larsen: He has been in quite the funk, but in the money situations like these, you don’t bet against him. Look at Lethal Injection and Supremacy.

Foxx: Don’t forget Circus Maximus *(Laughs)*

The crowd begins a dueling Bryson and Doc chant, but even though they can’t agree on who to cheer for, they have no problem when it comes to who they boo as “Friend Like Me” by Wayne Bergeron plays. FMW Champion Christian G. Smitten slowly makes his way out, perturbed at what awaits him. Smitten removes the title from his waist. He then places it on his shoulder as he slowly proceeds to the ring. Doc smirks at CGS as Bryson looks on, confidence growing. Doc’s gaze moves towards the title as Bryson’s does the same. Smitten steps into the ring and raises the title up to disdain from the crowd.

Larsen: Say what you will about him, but Smitten is a very intelligent and skilled wrestler and the best in FMW today as that belt says. But, he will need all of his brains to figure a way out of this one.

Foxx: I call bullshit on this. But, if anyone can do it, CGS is the one. He’s the master of finding loopholes. However, I notice that his mind doesn’t seem to be on this match fully.

Larsen: You know, I’ve noticed that too. He’s looked this way since he arrived to the building.

Smitten’s music cuts out as the focus to the ring where Buster Cherry waits to give the official introductions. The crowd attempts to blow the roof off of the RBC Center in anticipation as a cameraman on the apron manages to catch the faces of each competitor. Bryson squats with his eyes closed in deep thought, pulling on the ropes to stretch his arms. He slowly rises up and glances at each competitor. Doc bounces in place, turning his neck and rolling his shoulders. The champion clutches the title on his shoulder and studies each opponent’s every move, every tendency they may exhibit early. Bryson and Doc focus completely on the FMW title while giving an occasional glance to Smitten. Smitten’s eyes dart from each man and it looks as if this could boil over in a heartbeat.

Cherry: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening, scheduled for one fall and it is for the FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!





The crowd erupts.

Cherry: Introducing the challengers. First, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 245 pounds, he is a former FMW Ultraviolent Champion and the winner of the Catalyst main event vote, NICK BRYSON!!!!!!

Bryson acknowledges the crowd with a raise of his hand.

Cherry: The second challenger, from Tombstone, Arizona, weighing 230 pounds, he is a former FMW Ultraviolent Champion and a former FMW Champion….JOHN ‘DOC’ DERRICK!!!!

Doc gives a smirk to the crowd and they cheer wildly in approval.

Cherry: And the man himself, from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing 290 pounds…he is the first winner of the Gold Card Gauntlet, and the current FMW Champion, The Legal Eagle….CHRISTIAN G. SMITTEN!!!!!!

CGS raises the title above his head to the disapproval of the crowd. CGS kisses the title and hands it to the ref, who shows it to each man and finally to the crowd. The ref hands the belt to the timekeeper and signals for the bell to be rung. The crowd yells wildly as the match is now underway!

Larsen: And here we go! Cautious start from each man, not wanting to make a mistake in the early going…

Foxx: Doc makes the move towards Smitten and Bryson follows. CGS, sensing a dirty setup comes out with a shot to the face of Doc but Bryson is quickly on him, followed by Doc. This is quickly becoming a two on one, go figure.

CGS tries to cover up as Bryson and Doc pound away at him. Smitten occasionally swings back to no avail as Bryson beings to take over. Doc pushes Bryson off and takes his turn on CGS. Doc and Bryson shove each other and get into the other’s faces as CGS, who has been beaten to a seated position in the corner tries to catch his breath. Doc and Bryson simultaneously go for Smitten now and quickly get the better of the champion with quick stomps to the chest. The crowd encourages the teaming of Doc and Bryson as Smitten is getting overwhelmed early.

Foxx: This is not the way a champion of Smitten’s standing should be treated!

Larsen: But I don’t see this partnership lasting long. Bryson shoves back in, picking up right where Doc was forced to leave off, using forearms on the champion. Smitten is in trouble in the early going. Bryson swings and Doc catches his hand. Look at those hard haymakers from Doc! Irish Whip into the opposite turnbuckle and the impact sends Bryson stumbling out the corner, and Doc with a release Northern Lights suplex…

Foxx: CGS catching some much needed recuperation time now.

Larsen: Doc stomps away at Bryson now and snatches him to his feet by the hair, striking with a forearm to the back. Bryson is whipped to the ropes now and CGS springs into action with a intercepting clothesline! Bryson looks like he’s lost and Doc comes in to exact revenge, but CGS is ready for him. The champion blocks a right hand and gets a knee to the gut of Doc. He has Doc by the arm now and a Short-Arm clothesline takes Derrick down. CGS now moving on to Bryson and CGS has him up in the corner, repaying him stomps of his own.

Bryson is basically walked on like a doormat. After a quick suplex, CGS quickly goes for a cover.

Larsen: 1...2…no! Doc interrupts CGS’s cover right as Bryson kicks out. CGS is momentarily out of the equation and now Doc tries to take control. Grounded headlock by Doc but Bryson tries to fight to his feet. Bryson is up and quickly counters with a back suplex. Doc is down now and there is CGS again, kicking Bryson away from Doc. He drops an elbow on Doc and goes for a cover…

Foxx: 1…2-no! Bryson interrupts the count! Damn it!

Larsen: You are a fucking tool Foxx if you think Bryson or Doc will be beaten that easy. CGS is now fighting off Bryson; this is turning into an early brawl here.

Foxx: An insult from the guy who works for the man who ruined his marriage? I’m so hurt. Smitten is desperate. He has to be because he’s fighting like an animal, going for every cover he can and not using the technical soundness that we are used to seeing. The quicker this ends the best it may be for Smitten’s chances. He’s taking control now though and I like it. Smitten is obviously the strongest and biggest in the match so he has to use that reach and power to his advantage, which he is doing right now after a scoop slam to Bryson.

Larsen: So you do perform your job from time to time. Doc sneaks in and rolls up CGS but he only gets a one count.CGS powers out but he is taken out by a big flying forearm from Doc! Bryson is back up but met with a knee to the midsection by Doc. Bryson blocks the right hand from Doc and responds with a European uppercut. Bryson shoots in and takes down Doc with a Samoan drop. Bryson goes for a cover, 1...2...CGS makes the save!

Foxx: Whew! That was too fucking close. Wait, what’s this about me and my job performance?

Larsen: Well, I have to deal with Morpheus all the time and he’s way better than you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to call. CGS rises up from the mat looking as if he almost died, but Bryson changes that with a hard forearm to the back of the head. Bryson wrenches the arm and pulls CGS in, but CGS brings a forearm with him. Bryson is setup now and CGS drives Bryson into the mat with a beautiful spike DDT!

CGS however hangs on to the hold and transitions into a Guillotine hold with his legs wrapped around Bryson. Bryson begins to struggle wildly as CGS urges him to submit.

Larsen: CGS locks in The Sentence, looking for a quick victory! Bryson fighting it, but that only makes this more effective. The hand is up but Bryson won’t tap! Doc comes in with a low dropkick to the champion’s face, breaking the hold! Bryson is holding his head now as Doc tosses CGS to the outside and follows after him.

Foxx: Now the men will be separated from the boys. Doc is pounding away at CGS and he whips him into the steps! Come on, Smitten!

Larsen: Bryson follows out as well and a step-up enzuigiri sends Doc barreling into the time keeper’s area. Bryson goes towards the downed Smitten, but Smitten grabs the tights and pulls Bryson face first into the ring post! Bryson is holding his forehead, and it looks as if he’s bleeding. CGS may have fired the first big shot!

Foxx: I heard the thud loud and clear, big impact! Look out CGS, Doc’s coming your way!

Larsen: Doc grabs CGS, and Holy shit! CGS has been tossed headfirst into our table side! Doc has always been in the right place at the right time thus far and CGS looks a bit disoriented.

Foxx: Now this is getting suspenseful. Had Bryson not bothered CGS, maybe CGS doesn’t get a nice head-ringing at the hands of Doc.

The camera zooms into Bryson’s face, which is starting to ooze blood. As the crowd gasps, CGS manages to gain some space from Doc with a low blow. CGS sees an opening and smiles at the crowd, strutting a bit before tossing Doc back into the ring.

Larsen: Pressing the advantage now, CGS is like a shark that smells blood. A big legdrop from the champion and a pin cover but Doc nips out just before 2. CGS slaps on a chinlock as Bryson is making towards us, blood coming from his head.

Foxx: Hey, douchebag! The match is the other way!

Larsen: I think Bryson knows that you idiot. At least I hope so…

Foxx: Well, he isn’t acting like it. Wait, why the hell does Bryson have a chair, that’s not right!

Larsen: Well according to the Anarchy media guide, Bryson has a very skewed vision of what is right and wrong.

Foxx: Shut up.

Doc begins to fight his way out of the hold, elbowing Smitten in the gut repeatedly. Doc pushes Smitten off into the ropes but Smitten ducks a clothesline and slaps on a standing Dragon Sleeper.

Larsen:Doc tried to fight out of his situation but CGS has him stopped with a Dragon Sleeper. Wait, Bryson is sneaking in, and CGS is blind to it all.

Foxx: He still has that chair, I can’t watch…

Larsen: Doc fires off some upward shots to the chest but Doc’s fading. CGS looks like he might retain but Bryson is in the ring and he strikes with a shot to the back! CGS is forced to break the hold but he’s still on his feet! Bryson measures as CGS turns to face his attacker….

TWHACK! Bryson flat out kills CGS with quite possibly the most vile chair shot in the history of Full Metal Wrestling. The impact is so severe that the seat portion of the chair is partially unhinged. The impact sends CGS out of the ring rather roughly and CGS looks knocked out.

Larsen: What a shot!!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHH!!!!

Foxx: Thank God Smitten had the presence of mind to roll out of the ring. That would have been it!

Larsen: Doc and Bryson are now in the ring once again without CGS. It seems that every time CGS gains control, someone just shoots the shit out of it.

Foxx: Which is why I called this entire situation unfair.

Bryson takes down Doc with a Fisherman’s Suplex, and rolls to his feet looking for a follow up. Doc wriggles out of it and answers with a swinging neckbreaker. Bryson rolls to his stomach trying to recuperate and as Doc walks towards him he sees the head wound of Bryson. He looks at the crowd, shrugs his shoulder and forcefully open-hand slaps the wound, causing Bryson to writhe on the ground in considerable pain.

Larsen: Doc just showed no regard just now, that’s what desire to be champion does to a man!

Foxx: Serious question. Why is it OK for a goody-two-shoe to cheat, but not for the ‘bad guy’? I mean, winning at any cost should be the goal.

Larsen: Doc has a seated sleeper on Bryson now and CGS is rolling back into the ring, with a blood-covered face. CGS looks out of it.

Foxx: Don’t fucking ignore me.

Larsen: Fine. What was your question?

Foxx: Why is it OK for a guy like Doc to cheat or be heartless, but not for the Smittens of the world?

Larsen: Doc is a man who plays underhanded only in desperate times. Smitten doesn’t beat Doc at Lethal Injection without cheating.

Foxx: Not good enough.

Larsen: Fine. It’s because that’s just the way it is.

Foxx: Whatever. CGS finally breaks up the sleeper.

Larsen: Doc rolls away and Smitten is on him as Bryson looks out of it. Doc is taken to his feet and CGS lifts him up…and he hits the Witness Anti-protection Program! That Styles Clash has Doc dazed and CGS rolls for the pin…

Foxx: 1…2… Shit, where the fuck did Bryson come from?!?!?

Larsen: CGS is back up and Bryson begins to press the action, Irish Whipping the champion into the corner. Bryson follows behind and CGS dodges as Bryson crashes into the corner. CGS steps back a bit takes off towards Bryson and hits the By-Law! Bryson just got all of the wind knocked out of him with that boot to the chest and CGS can feel the match turning towards his favor.

Foxx: Doc is back up though, and he’s going after CGS! Straight Jacket Backcracker from Doc!

Larsen: CGS’s back has just been mangled by that move.

Foxx: Doc is back up and he goes out to the apron from a running high knee from Bryson. CGS is coming slowly though and Bryson sees him. Bryson ducks the clothesline attempt and nails a textbook T-Bone Suplex. What the fuck is this!?!?!

Larsen: It’s called building momentum. Bryson drags the champion into the corner, and he’s going up top! Bryson jumps and CONNECTS with a 450 Splash!

Foxx: Kick out, champ! 1…2…CGS kicks out!

The crowd gasps as CGS gets a shoulder up. Bryson looks a little disheartened. However he lifts up CGS who responds with an eyerake. Bryson staggers away and CGS catches him with a kick to the gut.

Larsen: CGS showing that fight, and now he has Bryson set up, could be time for the Switchbomb!

Foxx: Doc makes his move though, and CGS counters with a back body drop over himself and Bryson. But Bryson uses the momentary slowing of CGS to counter. Damn it!

Larsen: He has CGS up and flattens him with an Alabama Slam but Bryson still has the legs. He’s going for it…YES! CROSSCLUTCH applied and Doc is out of the picture and CGS has nowhere to go! Will Smitten submit?

Foxx: Fight it, Christian! Fight it in the name of the Law!!

The crowd is on their feet as they sense Bryson about to win the thing right here. Bryson’s face shows grit as the blood from his head now covers a nice portion of his chest and shoulders. Bryson wrenches back as far as he can and the stress placed on Smitten causes him to bleed even more. Doc sees what’s going on and goes to the apron behind Bryson, waiting for his spot.

Larsen: Smitten is fading, his face looks like he’s about to quit!

Foxx: Doc flies in and breaks the hold just before Smitten quits with a Slingshot Spinning Wheel Kick!!

Larsen: Bryson is dazed now! And Doc sees his chance and capitalizes!

Foxx: Damn! Bryson was absolutely obliterated by that OL’ NUMBER 7 Piledriver!!!!

Larsen: Doc is about to win it right here, cover! 1…2…Kickout!! Bryson kicked out at two and eight-ninths!

Foxx: How the fuck did he do that? Doc couldn’t have gotten all of that piledriver!

Larsen: He did get all of it but Bryson is showing a new level of resiliency. But Doc isn’t panicking; he’s going for it again. Doc lifts him up now and Bryson wiggles down. Bryson goes behind and lifts for the Sickle Touch, shades of Anarchy 7.4!

Foxx: No, Doc fought out of it!

Larsen: And Doc responds with a Reverse DDT. CGS is up now and drops a knee onto Doc right as he makes a cover. He takes Doc to his feet and lifts him for a Torture Rack, and he’s stretching out Doc now! Look at the pain etched on Doc’s face!

Foxx: Yes! CGS survived as long as he could and now his opportunity is here! Quit, Doc! Quit!

Larsen: Doc is reaching for the ropes but he can’t get there, Bryson is struggling to his feet now and Doc is growing lifeless. CGS is begging the ref to call for the bell, but Doc still has some life! Bryson is up and CGS drops Doc down. He goes for Bryson and Bryson takes him down with a Sitout Spinebuster! Bryson holding on for the cover, 1…2…kickout by the champion!

Foxx: Bryson almost had him but CGS will not go away! Bryson going for Doc now, and Doc manages a thumb to the eye, followed by an inside cradle attempt, 1…2…no! Bryson kicks out!

Larsen: Both men are back up and Doc takes him down with a flying back elbow. Doc has Bryson by the hair now and Bryson breaks it up with a right hand! Doc fires one back, and Bryson does the same! Doc! Bryson! Doc! Bryson! Doc! Bryson!

While this exchange is happening, CGS has taken it upon himself to remove the protective covering from one of the top turnbuckles. He then goes to join the action but Bryson and Doc drop him with a double right hand.

Foxx: Smitten got rocked!

Larsen: Bryson and Doc are back on CGS now and they have him to his feet. Bryson and Doc set CGS up and slam him down with a double suplex! CGS is holding his back in agony as Doc and Bryson aren’t letting up.

Foxx: I hate to say it but this is a brilliant plan, take out the biggest threat. Given what they have been through already, Doc and Bryson could be one move or two away from ending each other if they eliminate CGS from the equation. Doc has CGS up and gives him a pendulum backbreaker and holds him there. Bryson is on the ropes and jumps…Houston Hangover finds home! CGS almost lost his head there! That has to be it!

Larsen: Doc covers…1…2…Bryson stops him! Doc and Bryson are arguing now but they quickly shelve it to continue destroying CGS.

Foxx: CGS is basically being victimized here in front of us and this crowd is loving it. Doc with a Irish Whip and a kneeling gut punch doubles over the champion. Bryson comes in and knocks CGS upwards with a Million Dollar kneelift.

Larsen: CGS stumbles into Doc’s grasp and Doc has him lifted in a Back suplex, but he spins it out into a seated powerbomb!

Foxx: At this rate it’s only a matter of time before these two men and I emphasize TWO men beat the fight out of CGS.

Larsen: Doc and Bryson are up, listening to the crowd cheer on their beating of the champion. They are dragging Smitten towards the apron now and its looks like CGS’s time is up. Doc and Bryson are on the outside apron now and CGS is flat on his face. Doc and Bryson trying to come up with a plan, but they aren’t agreeing on anything. Doc shoves Bryson, who shoves back. Doc and Bryson are trading right hands and they’ve forgotten about CGS who’s recovering away from the fistfight. CGS pulls himself up…

CGS gets a devilish look on his face and runs towards both men. He flings his arms out and collides with both Doc and Bryson, sending them both flying off the apron and crashing through the announce table!!! CGS looks on a bit surprised as a ‘Holy Shit’ chant commences!

Foxx: Words can’t describe the brilliance of Christian G. Smitten!

Larsen: Doc and Bryson have been wasted here in front of us and CGS has asserted himself in the biggest way! He’s basically got his own pick as Bryson is lifeless and Doc barely moves around!

Foxx: Holy fuck! I think Doc must have hit his head because he’s busted open too!

Larsen: CGS is slowly making his way out here and he’s got a choice to make…

CGS’s eyes dart from each man. Bryson hasn’t moved and Doc is pushing himself to his hands and knees. Smitten angrily glares at Doc and yanks him to his feet. He pulls him to the ring and rolls him in, firing a stiff punch to the face for good measure.

Larsen: Looks like Doc is the choice for CGS.

Foxx: As much as I respect CGS, I think he might have made the wrong choice. Doc is as savvy as they come and was showing life out here and Bryson looks dead.

Larsen: We’ll have to see as CGS slaps on the Justice Server. Doc struggles but there isn’t much he can do, he’s quickly fading.

Foxx: Cinch it in, Smitten!

Larsen: Doc drops to a knee as the champion can sense this one going his way, and now no one can stop him.

Foxx: Check the arm, ref!

Larsen: The arm drops once. The referee tries again, and it drops twice!

Foxx: He’s about to retain it, Robb! Smitten’s got it won!

Larsen: One more…and Doc keeps the arm up! Doc willing himself to his feet now and the crowd is cheering wildly! Doc fighting towards the corner now and CGS trying to hold his ground, but that look on Doc’s face says he won’t be denied! He has his foot on the ropes and pushes back, causing CGS to fall! Doc has him stacked!

Foxx: Kickout, champ!

Larsen: 1…2…NO!!!! CGS just escapes that one!

The crowd cheers loudly as CGS looks shocked, as if his title reign flashed before his eyes. Meanwhile, Bryson has pulled himself from the wreckage and is crawling towards the ring apron, trying to re-enter this epic fight.

Foxx: Bryson is actually showing life, but Doc and CGS are now going at it!

Larsen: Doc whips Smitten to the ropes and clotheslines him down! Smitten is back up and down he goes again!

Foxx: Doc’s building momentum now! Do something, Smitten!

Larsen: Doc whips Smitten towards the turnbuckle now, and Smitten reverses! He comes in and Doc gets a foot up and hops onto the top rope. He has CGS’s head, and jumps…Tornado DDT spikes Smitten! Cover, 1…2…No! Smitten kicks out as Bryson has finally rolled back into the ring but he’s obviously out of it!

Foxx: Doc looks as if he’s done playing, and roughly takes Smitten to his feet! He’s trying to cross the arms, but CGS back body drops out of it! Doc is up though and wildly swings but CGS ducks and goes behind…HE’S GOT HIM UP!!

Larsen: COURTROOM ASSAULT in the middle of the ring!!!! CGS covers! 1…2…th-NO!!! Doc got the shoulder up! Doc got the shoulder up!!!

Foxx: Unreal.

Larsen: CGS can’t believe it and Bryson is pulling himself to his feet agonizingly slowly.

Foxx: CGS has to end this now!

Larsen: CGS has Doc up again and the Justice Driver finds home, that should do it especially right after the Courtroom Assault!

Foxx: 1…2…NO!

Larsen: Bryson makes the save!

The crowd cheers their heads off as Bryson saves his and Doc’s chances at gold. CGS grimaces from the forearm to the back and rises up just a Bryson gets an adrenaline rush.

Foxx: CGS is pulling himself up and Doc is down. Bryson goes behind Smitten and lifts…NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Larsen: THE SICKLE TOUCH!!! BRYSON HITS THE SICKLE TOUCH!!!!

Foxx: Bryson’s might actually do it!!!

The crowd explodes as Bryson seemingly uses his last it of energy to shoot the half and cover the fallen Smitten. The ref counts with the crowd in tow!

Larsen: 1…2…Thr-NO!!! SMITTEN KICKED OUT!

The crowd gasps in shock.

Foxx: Oh, Jesus Fuck! The heart of a champion!

Larsen: Bryson thought he had it, I thought he had it, Everyone thought he had it!!!

Foxx: Bryson is going for it again but he can’t find the energy to lift a man of Smitten’s size!

Larsen: No, Doc is back in it and nails Bryson with Knob Creek!

Foxx: Doc has his moment now, and he’s going for Ol’ Number 7 on Smitten!

Doc crosses the arms and goes to lift, but Smitten somehow wiggles down. Smitten spins around Doc, kicks him in the gut and lifts for the Switchbomb. Doc manages to return the favor, wiggling down from Smitten’s shoulder and firing a Knob Creek kick that sends Smitten INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE face first, knocking him for a loop and to a knee in the corner. During the spirited exchange, Bryson has gotten to his feet and he quickly makes his move on an unsuspecting Doc.

Larsen: Bryson is still in this thing!

Foxx: Smitten’s nose may be broken!

Larsen: BRYSON HAS DOC UP!! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!

Foxx: GET UP SMITTEN, GET UP!

Larsen: BRYSON HITS IT! THE SICKLE TOUCH CONNECTS!!!!

Foxx: COVER…ONE…TWO…. CGS DIVES!!!

Larsen: THREE!!!! CGS DIDN’T MAKE IT IN TIME!!! BRYSON HAS DONE IT, BRYSON HAS DONE IT!!

Cherry: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND….NEWWWWW FULL METAL WRESTLING CHAMPION….NIIIICCCKKKKKK BRRRYYYYSON!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nick Bryson (8.46 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.56 total)
Christian G. Smitten (8.64 aps + 0.9 avs = 9.54 total)
John "Doc" Derrick (8.55 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.6 avs = 8.95 total)

The crowd EXPLODES as CGS crumples down as Doc gingerly rolls from the ring with a blank stare on his face. Bryson, who had pulled himself up during the conference, falls to his knees overcome with emotion. He buries his blood-soaked head in his hands as the ref is given the belt. Doc by this time has made it to the entrance way. He looks back to the ring holding his ribs, his face showing disappointment. He turns away and leaves. “Clouds over California” by DevilDriver starts to play as the ref hands a teary-eyed Bryson the biggest prize in the game! CGS leaves the ring in a furious huff, still in shock that he lost the title without being pinned, making it that much worse in his eyes. Bryson pulls himself up to his feet and kisses the title, raising it above his head as the referee presents the fans their new FMW champion! Bryson looks towards the heavens, pointing to the sky.

Larsen: Bryson has climbed the mountain and is now THE man in FMW! Bryson is no longer Drew Michaels’ little cousin, Bryson is now the FMW champion!

Foxx: I don’t believe it! I didn’t think he’d win this one, but Holy Shit!

Larsen: What a moment! What a moment! What a match, what a night!

Bryson slowly climbs to the second rope and holds up the title to a very appreciative crowd. As Bryson dismounts from the ropes he turns around to see the new FMW C-4 Divison Champion, Drew Michaels standing there with his title on his shoulder. Bryson looks at his cousin, who slowly begins to clap with tears in his eyes. They move towards and embrace tightly, Drew saying the words ‘You did it, man’ in Bryson’s ear. Drew raises Bryson’s hand as the crowd cheers as loud as they can.

Larsen: This is beautiful!

Foxx: Borderline homo is more like it, but I’ll admit it’s a little nice.

Larsen: Whatever, what a night Catalyst has been, and there couldn’t have been a better way to end it. This whole night was about the people’s choice, and the people’s choice won the biggest prize in Full Metal Wrestling!

Foxx: Hell of a match and hell of an night, indeed.

Larsen: Yes it was!! But SPARTA has conquered Full Metal Wrestling! In one cycle SPARTA went from almost unemployed to on top of it all! For Boss Foxx, Stone, and Morpheus, I’m Robb Larsen. Good night from Catalyst!!!

Larsen shoots Foxx a look and stands up to applaud Bryson and Michaels. Michaels raises Bryson up onto his shoulders to an outstanding display of fireworks and confetti. The show fades out to both SPARTA members raising their title on the air as fireworks go off all around them and confetti gently rains down.