FMW LETHAL INJECTION RESULTS!!!!

Greenish spotlights flood the stadium, spinning around as pyro erupts from the Lethal Injection entranceway. “Artbreaker I” by Kids in Glass Houses erupts throughout the P.A. and the fans are shown holding various witty signs all around as we come to the announce desk!

Foxx: GOOOOOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I’m Boss Foxx, here alongside my partner Stone, and you’re watching Full Metal Wrestling’s LETHAL INJECTION THREE!

Stone: Indeed you are! Great to have you with us, we’ve got an AMAZING night to come!

Foxx: Let’s not waste any time – we’ve got our first match on the way!!!!

Standing in the ring Sheila Blige holds her mic close to her lips as ”Who Shot Ya?” by Notorious B.I.G. hits the PA system. At the top of the ramp a shadowed figure emerges, a baseball ball resting on his shoulder.

Sheila Blige: Tonight’s matchup is scheduled for one fall and is for The Television Title. Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 256 pounds, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland... THIS IS CALVIN X. CARTER!!!!!

The mixed reaction of the crowds welcomes Carter as he makes his way to the ring, slowly, as though a wave spreading through the arena, the cheers begin to outweigh the boo’s, welcome Carter to the ring.

Stone: Looks like people are warming up to the convict Stone.

Foxx: You’re damn straight they are nancy, CxC commands respect, it’s about time these miscreants start seeing that.

Sheila Blige: Introducing next, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing 228 pounds, he is your TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! This is P.X!!!

”4 Words” by Bullet For My Valentine crashes across the PA system immediately eliciting a loud string of pre-emptive boo’s from the crowd. With nothing more than a smirk and a patting of the title strap across his shoulder, PX meanders his way to the ring.

Stone: This is disgusting, look at that smug smile on his face.

Foxx: He’s the champ you idiot, he can look as smug as he wants until someone stamps his face into the mat.

Stone: Fair enough. With a hand off of the belt and a slide into the ring we are underway. And Carter is wasting no time! Those are thunderous clubs to the back of PX’s neck!

Foxx: I’m so torn! Who do I cheer for?!

Stone: Make up your mind soon Stone because Carter has PX up and that’s a big whip of the ropes.

Foxx: You think he learned how to repel men in prison?

Stone: He may have Foxx but I certainly hope he ate a lot better! PX just caved in Carter’s nose with that jumping elbow.

Rolling to his feet after the elbow PX is met with a rising Calvin X. Carter gripping his nose.

Stone: Both men are back to their feet and just trading punches.

Foxx: PX!

Stone: Carter!

With every punch Carter lands the crowd pops, throwing momentum behind the no BS ex-con. As PX hits back the boos erupt from the crowd before being chased away by cheers.

Stone: PX with a big uppercut straight to the stomach of Carter and he doubles him over.

Foxx: Look at that Irish Grin!

Stone: The boo’s are drowning everything out here Stone and just look, PX looks like he’s loving it!

Foxx: Use it! Let their anger fuel you!

Stone: He’s got Carter locked in now drops him with a perfectly executed DDT.

Foxx: When you’re good at something do it often right?

Stone: Listen to the crowd, those boo’s have been replaced with Carter’s name!

Waving his arms in the air PX’s eggs on the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope.

Foxx: He’s going up Stone! Fly you gracious man!

Stone: He’s up and that’s a heavy leg drop down across the chest of Carter.

With a second large impact to his rib cage Carter writhes in pain on the mat.

Stone: PX is looking to repeat from lesser height, that’s another leg drop to the chest of Carter.

Foxx: Break his ribs!

Stone: I see you’ve made up your mind about who you’re cheering for?

Foxx: Hey, once those drooling idiots in the stands started cheering for Carter my mind was made up.

Stone: You might have put your money on the wrong horse, Carter is getting to his feet despite PX raining down punches.

Foxx: My minds made up Stone, I don’t like change.

Stone: You might not, but Carter certain seems fed up with how things are going, he’s blocking punches left and right.

Dodging a punch from PX, Carter guides the momentum of the swing passed him, turning PX around.

Stone: Carter slips in behind PX and he’s got his arms locked around his waist!

Foxx: Too easy.

Stone: Quick German Suplex and down to the mat goes PX! Carter has him back up already, that’s strength Foxx!

Foxx: Impressive, I’ll admit that.

Stone: Releasing German Suplex this time! Look at PX tumble, he’s crumpled into a heap on the mat! Quick to follow is Carter and he’s on top of him hailing down punches.

Foxx: I’m torn again!

Stone: Make up your mind! That’s ten punches! The ref is throwing Carter off of PX!

Foxx: He smells blood Stone!

Stone: Carter scrambles back and he’s on top of PX for the pin! ONEE!!! TWOO!!!!

Stone: No! PX kicks out at Two and Carter is furious! He thought he had him!

Foxx: The crowd is booing and I’m turning back to PX!

Stone: Carter is arguing with the ref, and PX is bouncing off the ropes!

Foxx: YES!

Stone: Carter’s face bounced a mile off the mat with that running bulldog!

Foxx: He’s the champ for a reason.

Stone: Call it what you will, but this crowd is firmly behind Carter and I think PX likes it a lot more.

Foxx: He doesn’t need the crowd, he’s got the skills to pay th---

Stone: No time to finish your sentence, PX has Carter to his feet and he doesn’t look well. His chest and face have got to be begging him to quit.

Foxx: He can quit all wants, PX isn’t going to let him, just look.

Stone:He’s pulling Carter up for a suplex.

Foxx: How dare you think so little of PX look again.

Stone: He’s bouncing his legs of the ropes! Carter is angling up! PX drops him with a DDT!

Foxx: Again! Again!

Stone: No time being wasted by your champ, he’s got Carter up and back down with a snap suplex!

Foxx: He’s got him back up! Finish this!

Stone: PX has Carter’s leg hooked! Carter is in the air! Xtreme Pain!!!!

Foxx: Game over man, game over!

Stone: PX is smiling as he plants himself atop Carter and here’s the call! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!

PX (8.33 aps + 2.0 avs = 10.33 total)
Calvin X. Carter (8.48 aps + 0.7 avs - 0.2 penalty = 8.98 total)

Foxx: PX retains!

Sheila Blige: Here he is, your winner and still FMW TELEVISION CHAMPION, PX!!!

Stone: Well, that’s a good win for PX to have in the book – CxC has been on a roll lately.

Foxx: Let’s go backstage!

Veronica Cherrywood waits patiently backstage until the camera light signals to her that recording has begun.

Cherrywood: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome my first guest for tonight, the current holder of the Gold Card, Abel Steele!

Steele walks into the camera’s view, not showing any emotion in particular. The crowd, however, cheer loudly for him.

Cherrywood: So, Abel. At the end of Supremacy you psyched everyone out by pretending you were going to cash in the Gold Card. Is this part of a psychological ploy to intimidate the current champion?

Steele doesn’t answer.

Cherrywood: Um, Abel? It’s an interview. You’re kind of required to answer.

Steele remains silent.

Cherrywood: Is this because you don’t want to give much away?

Steele says nothing.

Cherrywood: Don’t talk if you’re a big fat loser.

Steele: Look. Veronica. I hold the Gold Card, okay? It’s my choice of what to reveal and what not to reveal. At Supremacy, yeah, I scared everyone a bit. But now, people don’t know what I’ll do. And I’d like to keep it that way.

Cherrywood: Sure thing. Any thoughts on your match tonight against Chris Austin?

Steele: Austin’s been running his mouth for too long. Tonight, I’ll shut it for him.

Steele walks off silently and Cherrywood scratches her head before turning back to the camera.

Cherrywood: Well, he was steel-faced on that one. Get it? Because it’s his last name? Anyway, back to you!

Foxx: I can’t believe Veronica just made that pun. Dear lord. Let’s go to Sheila in the ring so we can forget all about that.

Sheila Blige: The following match is a submission match and it is set for one fall!

”Take Sword Pt. 1” by RZA hits the P.A. System as the lights dim, signalling the entrance of FMW's hottest rookie, Kaoru Hanayama. He ignores the mixed reaction from the crowd as he steadily walks to the ring.

Sheila Blige: Making his way to the ring, from the Ryukyu Islands, weighing in at 320 pounds, he is The Iron Goliath, he is KAORU HANAYAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Foxx: You know, Stone. Hanayama is a really fun name to say.

Stone: Hanayama.

Foxx: Except when you say it apparently. Then again, I don't like anything that comes out your mouth at all.

Stone: And that's supposed to be breaking news?

Foxx: Good point.

Hanayama slides in the ring as Chris Kelson's theme, "Hysteria" by Muse takes over the speakers to a rousing approval from the crowd. Blue lights pulse around the arena as Kelson bursts out onto the entrance ramp, slapping hands with fans as he maintains eye contact with his opponent for the evening.

Blige: And weighing in at 226 pounds, from Montreal, Quebec, The Technical Phenomenon CHRIS KELLLLLLLLLLSSSOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!

Kelson climbs into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles for the fans as the referee checks Hanayama for weapons. When Kelson hops out of the corner, the referee does the same to Kelson before signaling for the bell.

Stone: And we're off, remember folks, this match can only be won by submission.

Foxx: Why isn't Dalby out here? He would have an orgasm just being out here watching the match.

Stone: Because we're the big show commentators, we're cooler than he is.

Foxx: That's right. Go us. By the way, that's the only time I'm agreeing with you for the rest of the match.

Kelson and Hanayama circle the ring before tying up. The bigger Hanayama then pushes Kelson into the corner, to which Kelson ducks under the ropes. Hanayama backs off for a split second before charging in and squishing Kelson with a huge corner splash.

Stone: Kaoru showing here that's he's not messing around here by sandwiching Kelson between the turnbuckles and 320 pounds of flab.

Foxx: However, I do fail to see how Kaoru is going to win this match, not one submission move is listed in his moveset.

Stone: I'm sure he'll figure something out, he doesn't need anything fancy to get Kelson to tap out. And speaking of Kelson, watch him go!

Kelson launches kick after kick to Kaoru's legs, finally bringing the big man to his knees.

Stone: Kelson bouncing off the ropes now, and a massive running leg lariat hits Hanayama right under the chin! Kelson now setting up behind him, and a huge impact superkick to the back of Kaoru's head as Hanayama finally collapses to the mat.

Foxx: A tribute to his late mentor Hostyle.

Stone: Late mentor? Hostyle's not dead.

Foxx: For all intents and purposes, yes he is.

Stone: Whatever. Kelson now looking to finish this early, he's going for the End Game, the bridging Rear Naked Choke!

Kelson goes down to immediately apply the choke but Kaoru rolls out and starts laying the boots to the now downed Kelson.

Stone: Kaoru seems to have Kelson scouted quite well, and Kelson rolls out the ring to regroup. But Kaoru's not done here... huge suicide dive onto Kelson and the momentum is thoroughly in Hanayama's favour!

Foxx: I'm just surprised he could actually fit through the ropes. And if Kelson knew where he was right now, he would probably be thinking the same thing.

Kaoru picks the dazed Kelson off the floor before driving him spine first into the ring post. Hanayama stops and admires his handy work before dragging Kelson into the ring.

Stone: And Kelson just being pulverized from all angles here, the big man is absolutely having his way with him.

Foxx: ...

Stone: Go to hell, Foxx.

Kaoru picks Kelson up and almost right away plants him back down with a huge Sambo Suplex.

Stone: Hanayama calls that one the Senkaku Plunge, Foxx, and if you'll pardon my pun here, this looks like the end game for Kelson.

Foxx: Indeed it does, Hanayama just needs to find a way to submit Kelson and then we can move on to something slightly more entertaining.

Hanayama pulls Kelson off the mat one more time but is met with a few sharp kicks to his legs and body. Kaoru, however, catches one of the kicks and pulls Kelson closer into a vicious short-arm clothesline which turns Kelson inside out.

Foxx: Comeback: Denied.

Stone: Looks that way. Now Kaoru has Kelson up yet again and bounces off the ropes. Kelson barely standing, but not for long, huge Goliath Lariat!

Foxx: And it appears he's not done, either.

Stone: Apparently not, as Kaoru has Kelson up again, Goliath Driver! The cross-arm German Suplex has Kelson down, but not out, by technicality, anyways.

Foxx: By technicality is right, Kaoru's done everything to Kelson but made him submit.

Stone: Now who's making the inappropriate sexual innuendos?

Foxx: At least mine wasn't obviously blatantly obvious.

Kaoru grabs the lifeless Kelson under the arms and lifts him up into an airtight bearhug, and Kelson taps instantaneously. The bell rings.

Blige: The winner of this match by submission, KAORU HANAYAMAAAAAAAAA!!

Kaoru Hanayama (8.55 aps + 3.0 avs = 11.55 total)
Chris Kelson (0.00 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.00 total)

Stone: How Kelson had enough left in him to tap is beyond me.

Foxx: Now it looks like he's out though, and Hanayama's still not letting go! Shades of what happened at Supremacy, when Kaoru destroyed Triple N.

Stone: And this is even more brutal, someone better get the EMTs down here pronto!

As if on cue, the EMTs start rushing down the stage and sliding in the ring. Kaoru only stops squeezing the life out of Kelson to swat the medics out of his way like flies. The bell rings yet again, pleading with the Ogre to stop.

Stone: And now for the second line of defense, the security team!

Security rushes the ring as Kaoru tries to fight them off while still holding onto Kelson, but soon he is overpowered and escorted from the ring into the back. The EMTs finally load up Kelson into a stretcher and wheel him to the back.

Foxx: And that makes two superstars absolutely annihilated by Kaoru Hanayama!

Stone: We'll be back with more Lethal Injection after this, stay tuned.

Foxx: It's a pay-per-view, moron. The people aren't going anywhere.

Stone: I hate you.

We go backstage to Veronica Cherrywood’s interview space, but Veronica is absent and Gabriel Crow stands sinisterly in front of the camera, mic in hand and lighting dim.

Crow: People ask me ‘what happened to Danse Macabre’? Let me tell you. Danse Macabre is dead. Gabriel Crow remains. Inferno is a piece of trash, one that doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring with me.

Crow sneaks closer to the camera ever so slowly.

Crow: And Scorpio... another one left in my wake. The constant rumours of ‘mentor’ and ‘student’ drove me insane... as if he could ever HOPE to be in my league!

Crow breathes heavily, his eyes almost lit up with fury.

Crow: I’m glad to be away from them, quite frankly. Glad to have a solo opportunity. To win titles, to achieve glory... to be the best. And then... tonight.

Crow steps back, spreading his arms, surrounded by candlelight.

Crow: Tonight, I will defeat Drew Michaels. No... destroy him. Then I will take his C4 Championship, and I will reign. Winner takes all. Drew Michaels will bid farewell and be no more.

Crow stares at the camera until we return to ringside.

Stone: What do you get when you mix the two most violent superstars in the most violent division and connect them with two leather collars and a chain?

Foxx : You get a bloodbath that is none other than our next match!

“War Zone” by Rob Zombie plays through the PA system as green lights flicker around the arena. Seth Omega comes out to a good reception and makes his way out onto the ramp with a towel over his head and a trash can full of various objects in his hand.

Sheila Blige: Our next match is a Dog Collar Match, and will be held under no disqualification rule! Introducing first, weighing in at 315 pounds and from Tallahassee, Florida, he is the Epitome of Ultraviolence, SETH OMEEEEEEEGA!!!

The fans cheer as Omega sits his trashcan in the far right corner and gets in the ring as the referee begins attaching the dog collar around the throat of Seth Omega.

Stone: Without a doubt this match has a promise of carrying on the sheer violence we’ve come to expect from the Corruption Division, and without a doubt Seth Omega has balls getting into the ring and tying himself to Virus like this.

Foxx: Well at Supremacy these two brawled and it got ugly quick, at 10.1 Seth came out and saved Mark Johansson from a vicious beatdown at the hands of Virus, so I’m sure Smitten took this into consideration before putting these two in the same ring.

Stone: Well one would think that the sheer hatred between these two would boil over in a regular match, and overwhelming odds would suggest that someone would be disqualified. That will not happen tonight, no disqualifications, no time limits, one man will be left standing.

Foxx: Both men coming off strong performances at Supremacy as well, Seth tied with our C-4 Champion Drew Michaels and Virus dominated a young determined Wolfe.

"Deathsmarch" by Cancer Bats plays throughout the arena as the screen turns into static, before Virus can even make his way out the crowd erupts in boos.

Sheila Blige: Now making his way to the ring, from What Was and What Should Always Be this is…

Before Sheila can finish Virus slides in the ring behind Seth Omega with steel chair in hand, he lifts the chair high above his head and cracks Omega across the back dropping him immediately to the ground. Sheila scrambles to get out of the ring as the referee tries to get between Virus and the fallen Omega, however Virus pays little mind and shoves him away.

Foxx: Well Virus seems to have the momentum, and I can’t argue with the strategy to attack the slightly bigger Omega from behind, especially in his environment.

Stone: The referee can’t officially start the match until Virus puts on the dog collar, and I’m not sure Virus understands that.

Foxx: Virus picking Omega back up now and executing a picture perfect powerslam laying out Omega, and finally Virus is starting to put the Dog Collar around his neck.

The bell finally rings and Virus begins walking over to Omega’s trashcan where he pulls out a lighting tube, turning back around to face Seth he grabs the chain and jerks Omega to his knees. Virus then puts the lighting tube into Seth’s mouth and runs full speed before kneeing him in the chin.

Stone: Jesus fucking Christ, those things have hazardous chemicals in them and Omega just got a mouthful of glass and powder.

Foxx: It doesn’t look like Virus is done yet, he’s picking up the two other pieces of the broken lighting tube and it appears as if he is digging them into the forehead of Seth already giving us some blood early in the night.

Stone: This one might be over early folks, Virus has done the same thing he has done to everyone else in FMW thus far. Right now Seth Omega is looking like just another victim for Virus.

Foxx: Wait a minute, Omega is firing away from the ground. Seth has one heavy fucking hand and he seems to be hitting Virus right in the mask with that hand.

Stone: The bloody Omega is fighting up from his knees, he’s up to his feet now and he hits Virus with a firm knee right to the gut dropping Virus down to a knee.

Foxx: Now Omega digging around in the trashcan and I think he has grabbed a kendo stick.

Stone: Indeed he did, and now Omega is going to town with those kendo stick shots onto Virus.

Foxx: Omega is bouncing off the ropes and hits a Yakuza Kick into the face of the monster.

Stone: Seth grabs the chain and jerks up Virus, he sets him up and drops him with a STO.

Foxx: Omega firmly in control now as he goes back to hitting Virus with those hard left hands.

Stone: I don’t think it is hardly phasing Virus, this guy is a monster of a whole different breed.

Foxx: Virus has Omega by the throat now, and he’s making his way back to his feet.

Stone: The monster nails a chokebreaker on Omega, and he’s going for the pin…one…two..kickout!

Foxx: Now Virus has Omega back up and he’s firing away on Seth!

Stone: He backs him against the ropes and launches him across the ring, Omega bounces off the ropes and comes back around to be greeted with a mean looking clothesline.

Foxx: Virus makes his way back to that trashcan, he appears to be laying it down on it’s side.

Stone: That trashcan is still full of those lighting tubes, there is no telling what the hell Virus has planned for Omega here.

Foxx: Virus is hitting those hard forearm shots to the back of Omega, he might be setting him up for a press slam of some sort, he’s looking to scoop and slam Seth…

Stone: OMEGA COUNTERS WITH A WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER SUPLEX ONTO THAT TRASHCAN FULL OF THOSE LIGHTING TUBES!

Foxx: Holy shit, Omega is going for a pin and this has to be it.

Stone: One, Two, Thr-Virus kicked out! How in the hell did he kick out of that?

Foxx: Seth is looking on in disbelief, he just hit one of his signature moves onto Virus onto a trashcan full of lighting tubes none the less and Virus still kicked out.

Stone: Virus sits back up, and he looks pissed. Omega is going back against the ropes and he hits him with a spinal tap right in between the shoulder blades!

Foxx: It had little effect on Virus! Look he’s getting back up!

Stone: The monster is driving his shoulder into Omega’s gut and charges him right in the corner.

Foxx: Now Virus is firing away on Omega’s bloody skull, he’s hitting him with lefts and rights back and forth.

Stone: Virus hitting a big headbutt on Omega and Seth is staggering out of the corner this could be the finish of the match.

Foxx: VIRUS HITS THE SYNDROME! HE’S GOING FOR THE COVER, ONE, TWO, THR-

Stone: He kicked out! He kicked out! By God I don’t know how he done it but he kicked out!

Foxx: Virus is clearly frustrated now, he’s going out of the ring to grab some more weapons in this no disqualification match.

Stone: The monster is throwing some chairs into the ring, and all he is doing is giving Omega more time to recover.

Foxx: Seth is on his knees now as Virus is making his way back into the ring. So far we’ve see what we all pretty much expected out of these two a bloody brawl with some big time moves.

Stone: Virus is throwing some hard hands at Omega now, but Seth is fighting back on his knees.

Virus grabs a one of the many chairs and opens it up facing the turnbuckle, when he goes to turn around he walks directly into a kendo stick shot by Omega. Seth stands up and begins trading fists with Virus again.

Stone: Omega still fighting back, even if he is a bloody fucking mess.

Foxx: He can only fight back for so long, and Virus just drove him into that turnbuckle hard.

Stone: Virus is getting up on that second rope, he looks like he is going for some kind of stunner manoeuvre that would drive Omega’s throat down into that chair. He’s setting him up…

Foxx: Omega was playing possum, he just did a double punch to the rib cage of Virus and then pushed him face first into that chair. Virus is in a bad spot here…

Stone: SETH HAS HIM UP, AND HE JUST DROVE ALL HIS WEIGHT DOWN ONTOP OF HIM! HE LITERALLY JUST CURB STOMPED VIRUS AND BROKE THAT FUCKING CHAIR!

Foxx: He’s going for the pin, one, two, three this one is all over.

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner... SEEEEETH OMEEEEEEEEGAA!!!!

Seth Omega (7.82 aps + 1.8 avs = 9.62 total)
Virus (8.32 aps + 1.2 avs = 9.52 total)

Stone: Another innovative move by Seth Omega, this time a bit more Ultraviolent than normal.

Foxx: Doesn’t he have like some kind of streak or something?

Stone: Of course, Seth Omega is now 1-0-1 in Dog Collar Matches. Quite happy for the guy.

Foxx: Sure, sure, whatever. You keep being happy queerbait.

As we go backstage the camera shakes among the hustle and bustle of four security guards shepherding Kaoru Hanayama out of the arena. Jaro follows them carefully, watching their handling of him as he struggles to not be herded like a sheep.

Hanayama: Let go.

The security guards continue their rough treatment until Kaoru elbows one of them in the face. The guard goes down hard and Jaro signals for more guards, who come running instantly. Kaoru realises he cannot fight them all and stares furiously as he is escorted out.

Jaro: Get him out of my building. But be careful with him. He’s worth more money than all of you combined.

The guards reach the door and Kaoru, furious though he may be, is locked out of the building as the door closes. Jaro furrows his brow. Heh. Furrows.

Stone: This next one is filled with bad blood as Mark Johansson takes one the former FMW champion Nick Bryson.

Foxx: Bry-Bry’s about to get in his ass something fierce, no homo. Don’t forget what happened at Supremacy.

Stone: How could we, the graphic brutality of Bryson displayed towards Mark was heinous to say the least. For those who don’t recall, here’s a recap.

Supremacy wrote:

Foxx: I hate to interrupt, but isn’t that Mark Johannson on the METALtron. It appears he is getting stitched up somewhere in the arena.

The METALtron shows Mark being stitched up, it appears he is almost half way done as he is wincing in pain after every stitch. As the doctor goes in for another stitch Nick Bryson comes out of nowhere and hits the doctor from the blindside. The doctor hits the wall and falls to the floor unconscious.

Foxx: What the hell is Bryson doing back there?

Before Mark can fight back Nick hits him in the jaw one good time. Mark falls over unconscious as Bryson begins checking the doctor’s pockets until he finds what he is looking for. Nick holds up a thread and needle for everyone to see as he display’s a sickening grin on his face.

Stone: What the hell is he going to do with that needle and thread? This can’t be good at all.

Bryson leans down and instead of stitching the open cut on Mark’s forehead he begins stitching Mark’s lips together one by one.

Foxx: Michaels and Omega are going ecstatic out here, they have no idea who where the hell Bryson and Mark are, and you better fucking believe if they knew Bryson would be getting his ass kicked right now.

Bryson finishes up stitching up Mark’s lips, a total of 8 stitches in all as the unconscious Mark Johansson lies motionless still. Nick throws down the needle and smiles into the camera as he begins speaking in a calm and calculated tone.

Bryson: Drew…Seth…this is what you’re fucking with. I’m sick of this Broken Saints going to save FMW shit, I’m sick of Drew acting like a fucking Messiah, and I’m sick of all five of you in general. So let me tell you something, I’m going to leave this room now and you have a choice. You either come find me, or you find help for Mark. Catch me if you can.

Without another word Michaels and Omega look at one another before racing off backstage in search of both Mark and Bryson.

Foxx: Bryson is fuckin’ scary if you ask me…nighty night, Marky!

Sheila Blige: The following Grudge Match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!

“The One” by Slaughterhouse begins to play to boos as Bryson saunters his way out. He pays little attention to the crowd as he makes his way down from the superstructure entrance. All of a sudden, the smirk on Bryson’s face is wiped away as Mark Johansson ambushes him from behind!!!

Stone: Johansson couldn’t wait to get his hands on Bryson, he’s beating him back to the ring with hard rights and left.

Foxx: Dirty cheater…may be hope for him yet if he ever escapes that damn stable.

Stone: Bryson trying to cover up, but it’s nothing doing as Mark clubs him all over the back with forearms. Mark has Bryson by the hair here, and GOOD LORD! He just ran him right through the steps! This Philly crowd is fully behind Mark here!

Mark grabs a dazed Bryson and rolls him into the ring. The bell rings as Mark mounts Bryson and fires off rapid right hands. Mark gets up and begins to stomp away at Bryson, who rolls out of the ring to regroup. Mark quickly gives chase, only to walk into an eye poke. The ref begins his count as Bryson lifts Mark onto his shoulder and rams him back first into the ring post before laying into him with hard kicks and overhand rights.

Ref: 2!!!!

Stone: This is nothing but a fight here, nothing but. Bryson has Mark by the head, he’s over by the steps and BRYSON RUNS MARK’S FOREHEAD ACROSS THE EDGE OF THE STEPS! Mark could be cut open!

Foxx: Probably. Can’t say he wasn’t warned. You saw what he did at Supremacy.

Ref: 3!!!! 4!!!!

Stone: Bryson has Mark back in the ring now, and a stiff kneedrop right across the forehead is really starting to get the blood flowing. Mark may be out of it already, despite his fast start.

Foxx: Bryson’s eyes show a mad man, Stone. I’m telling you, whatever happened since his last appearance really changed him, he’s never been so aggressive.

Stone: Bryson whips him off the ropes and bends down…he telegraphed that one! Mark knocks him upwards with an uppercut and brings him back down with a Facebreaker!

Foxx: Mark is not going for a pin here, he wants to hurt Bryson as Bryson hurt him. I really can’t blame the Funky Bunch for feeling that way!

Mark tosses Bryson over the ropes and is quickly after him. Bryson is on all fours and Mark drops a forearm across the back of the head. Mark then drags a dazed Bryson over, facing the ringpost. He sets Bryson up on his knees and grabs his hands.

Stone: What is Mark going for here?

Foxx: Holy shit…American History X can eat her heart out if he goes through with it!

Stone: Mark’s looking to the crowd here, their egging him one and he has a foot placed against the back of Bryson’s neck and head…OH MY DAMN!!! HE JUST CURB STOMPED BRYSON FACE FIRST INTO THE STEPS!!!

Foxx: I didn’t know he had it in him!

Mark grabs a lifeless Bryson and rolls him into the ring. He goes for a cover, grinding his forearm into the bloody face of Bryson.

Stone: 1…2…BRYSON GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

Foxx: Would’ve ended a lesser man, Stone. No doubt about it!

Stone: Mark is growing a little frustrated here, he props Bryson up on his feet in the corner. He may be looking for a Stinger Splash…

Foxx: He charges…Bryson caught him and slammed the fuck out of him with that One-armed Side Slam!!!

Stone: Mark may have been concussed or had the wind knocked out of him after that! Bryson smells the weakness now and he’s stomping all over the back and ribs of Johansson!

Foxx: I’d cover him probably, but I know Bry-Bry is trying to send a message here to the Saints.

Stone: About that… Bry-Bry?

Foxx: I’m cool enough to call him that. You’re not.

Stone: You’re gay enough for him is more like it. Bryson has Mark to his feet, and he wipes him out with a short-range lariat! Bryson actually goes for a cover here but only gets two!

Foxx: Gotta do more than that I say. Mark’s a tough bastard. OH!! The heel of Bryson’s boot went across Mark’s throat!

Stone: Utterly vicious. Utterly. Bryson’s smirk is back, I think he can sense the end…why the hell is he rolling out of the ring?

Bryson rummages under the ring and pulls out a small black case. He opens it and reveals a threaded hooked needle as he gives Mark the evil eye before slowly rolling back into the ring.

Stone: HE CAN’T BE SERIOUS!

Foxx: As a heart attack, Stone! As a Goddamn heart attack!!!

Bryson grabs Mark’s head and nears Mark’s lips, which still show some of the markings from Bryson’s last assault. Mark manages to come alive and block it. Bryson starts to overpower Mark but Mark digs down, managing to buck Bryson away from him. Bryson charges only to be MOLLYWHOPPED by a huge Sick Kick to the mush!

Stone: There’s his opening, Mark goes for the cover and hooks the leg! 1…2…THRE-NO!! Bryson barely got the shoulder up!!

Foxx: That was a teeth-cracking shot to the grill, how did Bryson get out of that!

Stone: I don’t know, but now Mark has the needle. I can’t condone this…

Foxx: Then I will! Man up Mark, show some balls, pansy!

Mark grabs Bryson by the hair and moves towards the lips. Bryson snatches away and instead of the needle partly ends up imbedded in his cheek. As he scrambles to his feet, he ducks a Mark clothesline and hoists him up before drilling him with the SICKLE TOUCH!

Foxx: That’ll do it right there! Cover..1…2…THR-NO!!! Mark kicked out! Bryson is fuming!

Stone: He’s snatched that needle out of his cheek and he has Mark again…SICKLE TOUCH for a second time! But Bryson isn’t done, come on he’s a beaten man!

Foxx: One more? I think so…A THIRD SICKLE TOUCH!!!! Bryson hooks the leg…1…2…3!!! Bryson wins it emphatically!

Shelia Blige: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, NICK BRYYYSONN!!!!!!

Nick Bryson (8.43 aps + 2.3 avs = 10.73 total)
Mark Johansson (8.12 aps + 0.8 avs – 0.1 penalty = 8.82 total)

Stone: A brutal match just now, Mark tried his best but Bryson’s viciousness overwhelmed him.

Foxx: Another close loss for Marky. How sad, HA!

The bell rings as Bryson rolls out of the ring, raising an arm. “The One” by Slaughterhouse plays, but quickly cuts as Bryson grabs a microphone. He brings it to his lips as he wipes the blood from his face.

Bryson: One down, four to go.

With that, he drops the mic and proceeds up the ramp, not taking his eyes off of the downed Mark. “The One” by Slaughterhouse plays again as Bryson keeps mouthing…four to go.

A camera stands looking down a hallway and then off to the left a door flies open. Clad in a black and yellow, Austin puts on a sleeveless black and yellow hoodie, which covers a Ben Roethlisberger jersey. This brings an EXPLOSION of boos from the Philly crowd. Austin walks forward as the cameraman backpedals.

RCA: Oh good you’re here. Good evening class. You know, I was getting ready for my test and something crossed my mind. It’s really ridiculous how rampant double standards are in Full Metal Wrestling and as the Moment of Clarity and the Student of the Game I feel that these double standards must be eliminated.

The camera glances down at the white “7” on the Roethlisberger jersey as Philly does nothing but boo.

RCA: What? Ben’s a hell of a quarterback and she probably had it coming anyway. I can’t believe that this state has the gall to boo the only quarterback bringing it championships. The Eagles aren’t getting it done and shipping out your fighting chance doesn’t help. However, my original point is that I don’t appreciate how certain people are given certain treatments when those who deserve better go without and speak of the devil…

RCA stops and grins as he moves his head to the side. The camera swings over and eyes Veronica Cherrywood, who is minding her own business. Austin approaches her with a calm maliciousness and her eyes grow wide as she remembers the last time they crossed paths.

Cherrywood: Get away from me!

RCA: Whoa, why so scared? What happened to all of that fight that you showed Abel at Supremacy? I don’t get the same treatment?

Cherrywood: LEAVE ME ALONE!

RCA: (Looks to camera) See what I mean? Now (looks to Veronica) is Chris Austin gonna have to choke a bitch?

Cherrywood: YOU GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING ATTENTION WHORE! I DON’T NEED THIS SHIT FROM YOUR PUNK ASS!

The crowd cheers as Austin’s head moves back, a little surprised. Cherrywood holds her ground as Austin smiles and walks away while the camera follows him. Cherrywood turns away to compose herself as Austin speaks into the camera.

RCA: People can be brave all they want and say this and that but when I put hands to ‘em they regress back to the bitch they’ve always been. Abel will learn this later, but she will learn it now...Class dismissed.

RCA motions for the camera to leave as he slithers over to Cherrywood. As his hand touches her shoulder...

???: You fucking coward. I knew you would try me.

Drew Michaels calmly walks into the picture and then suddenly tackles Austin and to an extent Cherrywood down. Austin bucks Michaels off of him tries to compose himself as Michaels NAILS him with a right hand, stunning Austin.

Michaels: Get up.

Michaels kicks Austin as he rises. He punches Austin before being kneed in the gut. Michaels recovers and grabs Austin by the head but Austin pushes him back first into a crate and drops him with a quick elbow to the face. Austin, with a wild look in his eye goes to grab Cherrywood but he’s halted by the light yet grim touch of a baseball bat to his chest. His eyes look to the master of the weapon.

Alex O’Rion: Stand down or be put down, bye.

The crowd cheers as Austin stops and calmly pushes the bat away from his head. He stares into the unwavering eyes of Alex O’Rion.

RCA: Anything for you, brother. I guess Abel will have to do. Whatever happens to him is on you.

Austin walks away, just out of the murderous grasp of a rising Michaels, who is helped up by O’Rion.

O’Rion: Well, hell of a job stopping him. I told you already, the bye’s my problem now.

Michaels: Whatever, Alexander… If I have to take care of him, I will kill him fucking dead.

O’Rion: Which is why I’m going to deal with his shyte, I know what he’s going through. I’ll handle him and Cherrywood, you’ve got a match. Go deal with that first.

O’Rion kneels to check on Cherrywood as Michaels nods and leaves.

Stone: And it’s now time for the C4 Championship match! Let’s get this baby started!

Foxx: I predict one of two things: Scorpio’s hand-picked successor gets his ass handed to him, or he shocks the world.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the C4 Championship and is scheduled for one fall under C4 Division rules! This means that each superstar has only one rope break at their disposal, there are to be no closed fist punches to the face, with the first use getting a warning, the second penalized a rope break, and if the superstar has already used their rope break, they will be disqualified, and finally, a wrestler is subject to a county of twenty if the wrestler exits the ring! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds and from Dallas, Texas he is the challenger, GABRIEL CROW!

“Living Dead Beat” by Children of Bodom hits the arena and Crow walks out to disapproval. He shrugs it off, staring violently at the audience as they mock him, and he proceeds to the ring making a belt gesture around his waist.

Stone: Well, Crow’s come a long way to earn this, after being a part of a rather successful tag team in Danse Macabre, he came out of nowhere at Supremacy defeating Scorpio and Inferno and now– a shot at Drew Michaels!

Foxx: Drew Michaels is everything bad about FMW, I said it once and I’ll say it again. Someone needs to purge the company of such…crap.

Stone: Who fed you that stupid ass line?

Foxx: Momma Stone.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent! Weighing in at 235 pounds and from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the current C4 Division Champion, DREW MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!

“Amazin’” by Kanye West signals the entrance of Drew Michaels, who appears on stage to a hometown hero’s welcome. He makes his way to the ring calmly and confidently, C4 belt around his waist. The crowd cheer as he enters the ring, staring down Crow before passing his belt off to the referee, who holds it for Crow to see and then to the audience.

Stone: And Drew Michaels. Despite what my co-commentator would say, Michaels is the epitome of success. There’s not much he can’t do.

Foxx: Hasn’t ‘saved’ this place yet.

Stone: Hence the Broken Saints, Foxx.

Foxx: You really believe that shit is legit?

Stone: It is as legit as your sister is sluttish.

Foxx shrugs with a scowl. Stone smirks, but the bell rings and immediately Drew and Crow lock up.


Stone: Drew and Crw with the tie-up, and the champion gains the advantage quickly with an arm wrench, and another for good measure. Drew with an arm-throw into an armbar now, trying to keep Crow grounded.

Foxx: Michaels has changed towards a more MMA-style offense. It’s cool in theory but Crow has the size advantage and I don’t think he can afford to be in close proximity to him.

Stone: It won’t matter as long as he controls Crow. Michaels is not the most decorated man in FMW, and holder of the C-4 belt by accident.

Foxx: Right…he’s holding it because of the sheeple that serve on the Board.

Stone: Shut it. Crow fights his way up, and a quick yank of the arm sends Michaels into a Crow clothesline! Crow immediately goes for a cover but Michaels is up after 1.

Foxx: Stay on him Crow!

Stone: Drew is taken to his feet, Crow with the Irish whip… Michaels ducks the high kick…quick fireman’s carry takeover right into the mount! Look at Drew light up the challenger with those elbows!

Foxx: The rules say no shots to the face!

Stone: No closed-fist punches that is!

Foxx: Double standard as usual! Crow escapes and stops the champ with a hard kick! Follows up with a Russian Legsweep!

Stone: Calling the match is not your job. Ahem, Crow has a chinlock now, he seems to have weathered the early storm and has Michaels down where we wants him.

Foxx: Of course he has him! Michaels can’t help that despite his so-called “MMA” background, he’s still that same brawler type, preferring to keep things at his pace. Crow is pretty athletic so Michaels needs to show why he’s a champ ‘we can be proud of’.

Stone: Michaels getting to his feet, and a couple elbows to the stomach. He counters the headlock into a back suplex!

Foxx: Crow needs to get that advantage back quickly!

Stone: Michaels grabs Crow up…quick stiff slaps to the face! He’s bullrushing Crow back into the corner here, Crow can only cover up!

Foxx: Michaels is sitting Crow up on the top rope…this isn’t Michaels usual game.

Stone: He’s going up with him, seems to be looking for a belly to belly, but Crow blocks! Big headbutt from the Texan, and another sends Michaels down!

Foxx: Now’s your chance, Crow!

Stone: Crow jumps…OLLIE BIG SPLASH!!

Crow goes for a cover, and Michaels gets out at two. Crow looks to the ref, starting to show a little frustration. Crow decides to keep the advantage up, placing Michaels in a body scissors to keep up the punishment to the midsection and back.

Stone: Crow is looking great tonight, and Michaels could very well be in trouble!

Foxx: No shit? Michaels, as great as he allegedly is, always seems to fuck up in matches where he’s the clear favorite. Well, it’s a title match against a young guy, held in Michaels backyard. When it’s put like this one has to expect Michaels to lose!

Stone: Michaels stretches his legs as far as he can…his foot gets the ropes, and that’s his rope break!

Foxx: Lovely.

Stone: Crow releases the hold at four and has Michaels around the waist…he lifts and drills him with a Gutbuster! Crow for the cover…1…2…NO! Michaels gets the shoulders up!

Foxx: Crow, you’ve gotta hit your big moves now!

Stone: Crow goes for the Irish Whip again, Michaels goes flying into the corner. Crow charges and walks into a boot to the mush! Michaels charges and STO takedown from the challenger!!

Foxx: Cover! 1…2…Michaels kicked out again!

Crow looks to the ref and says “That’s 3, ref!” The ref waves it off.

Stone: Crow is looking exceptional but he’s getting easily frustrated. I don’t think he realized how tough Michaels is.

Foxx: Always the case. No one knows what they’re dealing with in Drew Michaels until you face him.

Stone: Crow has Michaels in a Camel Clutch now, Michaels has no rope breaks!

Foxx: Look at the champion’s face! He’s starting to fight out of it! Crank it, Crow!

Stone: Michaels is trembling, he’s wiggling…He’s got underneath Crow, and he has him up in the Electric Chair!

Foxx: Bastard! The pay-per-view’s name is Lethal Injection!!

Stone: And down Crow goes!

The crowd cheers as Crow lies on the mat dazed. Michaels starts to pull himself up and he puts up the dukes as Crow staggers up. Michaels’ breathing is obviously labored as if his ribs are sore but he grits his teeth as he advances onto Crow. The crowd begins to cheer for Michaels as he lets the hands fly all over Crow’s midsection and the forearms are unleashed on Crow’s head and face.

Stone: Michaels is starting to turn the tide here!

Foxx: Crow, duck, run, block…DO SOMETHING!

Stone: Michaels with the Irish Whip, he envelops Crow and tosses him over with a huge Exploder!

Foxx: Crow almost went out of the ring just then!

Stone: Crow is out on the apron, trying to recover but Michaels reaches over and grabs him by the hair, CROW COUNTERS! He hung him up across the top rope throat first! Michaels is down and Crow is going to the top rope!

Foxx: Here it comes, I think this is his signature 450!

Stone: Crow steadies himself…he jumps, FALL FROM HEAVEN CONNECTS!!!

Foxx: New champion, Stone!

Stone: I don’t think so. Crow looks to have hurt himself during the impact!

Foxx: Just get a hand on him!

Stone: Crow crawls, pain all over his face. He’s got an arm over! 1…2…THR-NO! MICHAELS KICKS OUT!

Foxx: Oh come on?!?!? God can’t love this guy that much!

Crow rolls away clearly unhappy as to what happened. He holds his ribs and pleads with the ref as Michaels start to recover. Crow goes over to Michaels and grabs him up, quickly grabbing the throat of Michaels. Crow gives the cut-throat signal and lifts for the ‘One Way Trip Straight to Hell’ but Michaels twists and counters into an armbar! Crow flails about wildly trying to escape.

Foxx: OH SHIT!

Stone: Michaels is still alive as evidenced by that wonderful counter!! Crow is trying to hang on but he only has two options: Tap or Snap!

Foxx: Daniel Bryan is suing you for gimmick infringement.

Stone: With Smitten in FMW I like my chances in court if it comes to it.

Foxx: Ah, touché.

Stone: Thanks. Crow is struggling, and he’s got the ropes! All rope breaks are used!

Foxx: Michaels releases him finally!

Stone: Crow is up, favoring the arm, Michaels grabs him, Release Tiger Suplex!

Foxx: Drew says it’s over now. God damn him!

Stone: You know that’ll never happen.

Foxx: …shut it negro.

Stone: Drew crouches, waiting for Crow to get to his feet. Crow isn’t sure where he is! Drew charges…he goes for Salvation but Crow dodges!

Foxx: Now, Crow! Michaels is back up…GOOZLE! Time for the One Way Trip Straight to Hell!

Stone: He lifts…Michaels counters, is he looking for a DDT? Michaels is on his feet, standing Guillotine Choke applied!

Foxx: Get out of it, Crow!

Crow tries to fight it but Michaels has it cinched in. Then in a particularly vicious display, Michaels repeatedly knees Crow in the face and head as he chokes him!

Stone: REVELATIONS! Michaels has Crow in Revelations!

Foxx: He’s eating him up with those shots, Crow can’t take much more!

Crow tries to block the knees but the chokehold weakens him. His hands drop as another knee, about the ninth one, drops Crow to his knees. Michaels knees him again and again then the ref checks the arms and signals for the bell to be rung!

Foxx: Damn…Michaels fucked him up something fierce!

Stone: This one is emphatically over!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner via referee stoppage and STILL Full Metal Wrestling C-4 Division Champion, DREWWW MIIIIIIICHAELS!!!!!!

Drew Michaels (8.67 aps + 2.6 avs = 11.27 total)
Gabriel Crow ( 8.12 aps + 0.5 avs = 8.62 total)

“Amazin’” by Kanye West hits as Drew drops to a knee and releases Crow. Crow stirs a little bit as the referee hands Michaels the title, who kisses it and holds it up for all to see as he has his hand raised. Michaels climbs the turnbuckle and poses, revelling in his successful defence.

Stone: Crow really had himself a night, but in the end Michaels’ cunning and new viciousness brought it home.

Foxx: That manoeuvre has to be illegal somehow.

Stone: How exactly?

Foxx: I don’t know yet, but I am sure it is!

Stone: Hold on... Someone’s just jumped the barrier! Is it a fan? They’re in the ring-

Foxx: IT’S KAORU!!!! KAORU HANAYAMA charges Drew like a wild bull, clobbering him in the back with a lariat! Michaels falls back and Kaoru is all over him with lefts and right hands!

Stone: Where did he even come from?! He was escorted out of the building earlier this evening!

Foxx: It didn’t stop him! Drew’s now on the mat, trying to shield himself from Hanayama’s attacks!

Security run down to the ring and pile in with significant numbers, about ten or so men grabbing a hold of the large Japanese superstar. Hanayama struggles with them, reaching out for Drew, but eventually his arms are cuffed by some wise officers.

Stone: Look at that sick smile across Hanayama’s face! He’s actually pleased that he’s attacked Drew after the match! But why? What reason does he have to attack Drew?

Foxx: Well, he certainly got Michaels’ attention! Those guards are getting him out of here now, cuffs and all, I imagine this time he’ll be gone for good!

Stone: Well, that’s- hold on, Gabriel Crow’s still lurking and now he’s sliding into the ring! What’s he-

Foxx: Crow’s lifting Michaels up! He’s not going to help him, surely?

Stone: Of course not – Crow hits a staggering Michaels with Mark of the Dead! Drew crumples to the mat and Gabriel is standing tall! Look, he’s even got Drew’s C4 Championship belt to pose with!

Crow stands over Michaels with a foot on his chest, holding the C4 title above his head. The crowd boo vociferously, but Crow smiles all the more for it.

Foxx: Does he think he’s won? Haha! That’s a lovely pose!

Stone: He hasn’t won anything – Michaels is still the C4 Champ – but I get the feeling Michaels won’t forget this easily! Let’s go backstage, we’ll be right back!

The camera fades in to an isolated backstage area with an exhausted Butters and the ever stoic Slegnadamus. On Butters' face is a disappointed look, upset that he couldn't prove himself to FMW and his partner.

Slegnadamus: You know, greater men than ourselves have taken greater missteps.

Butters: I'm well aware. However, first impressions are always the most important, they say.

Slegnadamus: Which is why I sought you out. We both have made our first impressions, and I doubt you'll disagree if I say that they certainly did not leave a good impression in anybody's mind.

Butters: Fair enough.

Slegnadamus: Ergo, I proposed that we team. We have similar backgrounds, and neither of us have been able to come close to the glory that we could achieve. That we rightfully deserve.

Butters grins slightly.

Butters: Fuck B.U.G.G.E.R.S.

Slegnadamus: And Creative Control. It's a new day, my friend. For us, for FMW. The past is dead, the future is ours.

Butters: Carpe diem.

The pair turns towards the camera, addressing it for the first time.

Slegnadamus: Denizens of Full Metal Wrestling, this is the Comeback Kids' official notice to you. This is not a cliche, nor will you find long-winded Dark Knight references in this little chat.

Butters: This is our time, and for your own sake we advise you all to make it easier on yourselves and step aside.

Slegnadamus: We've thrown away the weak links.

Butters: We've put an end to the bullshit.

Slegnadamus: We've come to make our mark.

Butters: And there's nothing that can stop us.

Both Slegnadamus and Butters take deep breaths in stereo.

Butters: Oh, one last thing.

Slegnadamus: What's that?

Butters smirks.

Butters: Don't call it a comeback.

The camera fades out.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Eminem’s “Stay Wide Awake” picks up on the PA system as red and white lights flash violently in the entrance way. A thick cloud of fog fills the stage as the lyrics pick up, before being ripped through by the hooded figure of Chris Austin. Adjusting his gear, he slowly makes his way down the aisle, not giving into the crowd’s booing.

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada by way of San Jose, California, weighing in at 218 pounds, CHRIS AUUUUUUUSTIIIIINN!

The camera pans out in the audience to witness the fans’ disgust of RCA. As he comes back into view, a solitary sign can be seen being held by a fan at ringside; on it, the inscription “RCA has given me my Moment of Clarity”. To the fan’s surprise, the Radical One brutally stops in front of him, eerily looking at his sign, before extending his fist towards him. Although reluctant at first, the fan bumped fists with Austin, who then proceeded towards the ring.

Stone: That was... awkward to say the least.

Foxx: That was called respect, Stone. Respect from a fan who knows Austin’s attitude change will lead him in the good place. That’s something you obviously don’t know of.

Stone: Austin’s new attitude has brought nothing but pain to his former friend and mentor Hostyle as well as ire from the crowd. I don’t see how he could benefit from any of those.

Foxx: It’s called sending a message; Austin told the world that he was here to stay and that it didn’t matter whether or not he pleased the crowd. It’s now all about him.

AC/DC’s “T.N.T.” suddenly blares through the audio system, which causes the crowd to explode in cheers. A very focused looking Abel Steele walks out of the curtain, tagging hands as he walked down the entrance ramp and to the ring while never losing sight of his opponent.

Blige: Introducing his opponent, from Perth, Australia, weighting in at 222 pounds; he is the holder of the Gold Card, ABEL STEELE!

Stone: Can you believe this, Foxx? In August of 2009, Abel Steele made Full Metal Wrestling debut by defeating Butters on Ammunition 9.1; now, just 8 months later, he’s the Gold Card Holder and, by association, a dangerous contender to the FMW Championship.

Foxx: Some call him impressive, but I call him lucky; he still has a long way to go before he can even think about defeating the Full Metal Champion, be it TyranT or Romeo.

Inside the square circle, both men entered a stare down battle, neither willing to give way. After a quick search for foreign objects by the referee, he asks them if they're ready; seeing how they both continue staring menacingly at the other he calls for the bell.

Stone: And we are under way ladies and gentlemen, this is a grudge match between Gold Card holder Abel Steele and "Radical" Chris Austin, the latter of whom has started calling himself the "student of the game", whatever that may mean.

Foxx: It means a whole lot more than your simple brain can ever understand...

Stone:Right. Well anyways, Austin and Steele have broken their little stare down contest here and they're circling each other, going for the arm and elbow tie-up. Both men struggling to gain the early advantage here.

Foxx: I have a feeling I know what's coming...

Stone: Austin found an opening and he took it, arm twist on Abel Steve and it looks like it hurts. Austin, wrenching that arm, look at Steele grasping at his shoulder, he's got pain written on his face!

Foxx: I hope Austin rips his arm off.

Stone: ...Disturbing. Steele now, trying to get out of that predicament, rights to the abdomen have Austin reeling and Steele pushes him off the ropes, but Austin comes back with the shoulder block!

Foxx: Austin sees another opening, he's running the ropes!

Stone: Steele flips over on his belly, Austin jumps over; Austin off the ropes again, and Abel lays down again; Austin off the ropes a third time, Steele going for the hip toss! Blocked by Austin, who goes for a hip toss himself, but Abel blocks it!

Foxx: Can somebody PLEASE hit a move!?

Stone: Steele heard you, Stone! He just punched Austin right in the face and the Radical is down!

Foxx: I was starting to get sick watching those two twirl around like two cruiserweights.

Stone: Austin back up and he goes right back down with a clothesline from Steele. And a second one, and a third one connects!

Foxx: I have to admit Steele is dominating Austin early on, but I don't think that'll last too long.

Stone: Steele helping Austin back to a vertical base, right hand is blocked by Austin, who counters with a right of his own! And another one, and a third one that drops Steele on his back!

Foxx: Here comes the Austin-train!

Stone: He senses blood in the water! Austin, stomping on Steele here, targeting the head! Jumping knee drop lands perfectly on Steele's forehead!

Foxx: This has to hurt, Stone.

Stone: Indeed it does! Austin still at work here, he's seated Steele in the center of the ring and he's got a facelock secured! The crowd's trying to cheer Abel Steele back in this match, but it seems to have little effect right now!

Foxx: Austin is too much of a good wrestler to let Steele slip because of a cheering crowd. Come on.

Stone: I'll beg to differ, but Steele is finding his balance here! Back suplex by Steele OH! COUNTERED BY AUSTIN IN A REAR MAT SLAM!

Foxx: That move is known to most fans as the "Edge-O-Matic" and it's a great way to counter a momentum switch! What ring presence by Austin!

Stone: Austin going back to work here, but he's not going to let Steele escape this time! He traps his right arm behind his leg in a hammerlock and now LOOK AT AUSTIN DRIVING THOSE VICIOUS ELBOWS TO THE SKULL!

Foxx: Steele is in deep trouble, Stone!

Stone:Indeed he is! There looks to be no way out as Austin has complete control of the Gold Card holder! Austin's got the momentum here in this match and look at how Abel Steele is slumped on the mat. I... I think he's out of it!

Foxx: Austin saw it too, and he goes for a cover!

Stone: One! Two! Kickout by Steele!

Foxx: He's still conscious!

Stone: Austin's not happy with it either! Look at the glare in his eye! Oh... oh no, wait, Austin's wants this to end early!

Foxx: He's lining up, Stone! Steele's trying to sit up and find his bearings! HERE HE COMES!

Stone: STEELE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! Occam's Razor misses its mark!

Foxx: Steele may have been playing possum as he's going on the offensive! Left jab, right jab, left jab; listen to those idiots cheer; they're getting all excited by 3 little punches!

Stone: It's not "three little punches", Foxx! It's the setup to the Unhappy Meal Combo! Steele now, bouncing off the ropes! Austin dodges!

Foxx: Steele will have to do a bit more damage before he can catch Austin with such a pathetic move.

Stone: Steele's back up, Austin with the quick roll-up! One! Two! Kickout by Steele!

Foxx: What a move by Austin!

Stone: He's just transitioned that kickout into a single leg Boston Crab! Steele is writhing in pain!

Foxx: He looks to be close to the ropes, though; move him in the center, Austin!

Stone: Steele's just caught the bottom rope here, and the referee's telling Austin to let go, but he doesn't until the count of 4!

Foxx: This is why Chris Austin will win this match; he's just that damn vicious.

Stone: Austin now, going to pick up Steele; WHAT AN UPPERCUT! Steele catching Austin completely by surprise and the Radical is down!

Foxx: Get up Chris, get up!

Stone: Cover by Steele! One! Tw-kickout.

Foxx: See, I knew he'd kick out.

Stone: Right, that's why I saw you make a little prayer, right?

Foxx: I'd never do that!

Stone: Most likely not, I simply thought it would be fun to witness. Anyway, Steele picks Austin up, and the Gold Card holder slams him right back with a Body Slam followed by the leg drop! Steele with the quick cover! Kickout at 2 by Austin.

Foxx: No way that one would him the match.

Stone:I don't think that was the goal here, Foxx; Steele simply wants Austin to spend a bit more energy kicking out. Austin now, picking himself up after his kickout, but he's met by Steele in the center of the ring; big right hand from the Gold Card holder, and a second one; the third one backs Austin in the ropes! Irish whip by Steele, and a HUGE back body drop has Austin on the mat once again!

Foxx: Come on, Chris! I have money on this damned match!

Stone: Really? How much?

Foxx: None of your business.

Stone: Right. Austin back up now, but Steele's waiting for him with the Inverted Atomic Drop and WOW! ANOTHER UPPERCUT FINDS ITS MARK! Steele drops Austin to the mat a second time with the uppercut as he raised from the Inverted Atomic Drop! THIS COULD BE IT! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Kickout by Austin at two and a half!

Foxx: I have to admit I didn't think Steele would last this long against the Student of the Game... I'm somewhat impressed.

While the crowd roars for Steele, he picks Austin up, placing the Radical's head between his legs in a Standing Headscissors before trying a powerbomb-type lift, which is countered by Austin

Stone: Austin won't let this one slide; Steele goes for a second lift, but Austin counters that one as well!

Foxx: Austin lifts Steele on his back!

Stone: AND SLAMS HIM DIRECTLY IN THE TURNBUCKLE! LEARNING TREE CONNECTS!

Foxx: What a great comeback by Austin! Both men are reeling right now!

Stone: Austin's the first man back up; off the ropes he goes, Jumping Hook Kick connects! The Radical is back in control!

Foxx: What a back and forth match!

Stone: Austin now, stalking Steele as he gets back to a vertical base!

As Steele gets up, Austin charges on the offensive, hooking Steele's right arm up in a Half Nelson and also hooking his left leg.

Stone: RCA-Plex coming up! Countered by Steele! He's landed on his feet! Hook Austin in an Inverted Facelock! Lifts him up, Austin's feet are on the top rope! What's Steele going for here!?

Foxx: I have no idea, but Austin won't allow it! He's just shifted his weight and pulled Steele's back on the top rope and now Steele's face first on the mat!

Stone: Austin pulls Steele out of the ring; RKO CONNECTS!

Foxx: So quick, so deadly; the SJS 2 is what Austin calls it!

Stone: Steele is out cold outside of the ring! Austin rolls back in and look at him taunting the crowd, he's going to take the count out victory and he's proud of it!

While Austin poses for the crowd to boo him, the referee starts counting out Steele, who still hasn't moved.

Referee: Four... five... six...

Stone: Steele's moving! He's trying to crawl to the apron, and Austin's not happy about it!

Foxx: Stay down, Steele! It's for your own health!

Stone: Referee at a count of 8 now, and Steele's just reached the ropes! Wait Austin charges in and grabs Steele, he's interrupted the count!

Foxx:This will be even better than a count-out victory!

Stone: Look at the Radical, he's got the facelock on Steele and... oh no... he's passing him through the ropes...

Foxx: Farewell, Steele.

Stone: THE MOMENT OF CLARITY! Steele's head spiked directly into the mat with that Second rope Spike DDT! Austin makes the cover!

Foxx: One! Two! Three! It's OVER!

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

Chris Austin (8.52 aps + 1.8 avs = 10.32 total)
Abel Steele (8.62 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.72 total)

Eminem's "Stay Wide Awake" picks up on the PA as Austin celebrates his victory, bad-mouthing Steele as he lays on the mat. The crowd simply boos the hell out of the California-borned superstar as he stands up, rising his arms in the air in a sign of victory before leaving the ring, a smug look on his face.

Stone: Well Foxx, what a hard fought contest that was!

Foxx: This is the third show in a row in which Austin has had the better of Abel Steele, Stone! Austin should have that Gold Card by now, not Steele! If he can't defeat the Radical, there's no way he deserves a shot at the Full Metal Championship. Steele has a LOOOOONG way to go.

Stone: We'll see what happens to those two in the future, but for the moment, I think we’re going backstage to Veronica!

Veronica stands patiently backstage, a little shaken from her earlier interview but generally okay.

Cherrywood: My guest at this time, please welcome HATCHET!

The crowd watching the screens boo loudly as the LPW superstar walks onto the interview screen.

Cherrywood: So, Hatchet, I-

Hatchet snatches the microphone from Veronica – like so many people do – and looks straight at her, quite threateningly.

Hatchet: Let me say this. People have come up with some rumour that I work for Jaro. That’s not true. I wouldn’t work for an FMW piece of garbage. I only work for myself. Jaro invited me here because I’ve got a World Championship to my name, because I’ve got more talent than any of the hacks around here. I just wanted to clear that up.

Hatchet gives Veronica back the mic – a not quite so well known move but she takes it anyway.

Cherrywood: Well, uh, you have a match next up with The Celt – any thoughts?

Hatchet: Yeah. I’m going to destroy him! It’ll be a piece of cake, got it? He’s FMW’s finest trash, the very best you have to offer. People say ‘The Celt is the embodiment of FMW’, hey? Well, that’s the type of guy that I want to embarrass. To humiliate. You destroy the foundational peeps in FMW like Celt, and the whole thing collapses like the Berlin Wall. No sweat.

Cherrywood: Alright. And about Harley Quint, any thoughts there?

Hatchet: Quint... haha. Quint makes Celt look like an entree. He’s the main course. I’ve been World Champion over in LPW... means I should be able to do everything here in half the time.

Cherrywood: Well, thanks for your time, Hatchet. Good luck in your match.

Hatchet: Like I need it.

Hatchet departs and Veronica rolls her eyes as we go back to ringside.

Stone: It’s time for yet another gruelling match.

Foxx: Hatchet is going to be destroyed.

Stone: Indeed, the fans are not happy at the tirade we just witnessed.

Foxx: If Hatchet wins we riot! Bull rush the ring!

“The Warriors Code” by The Dropkick Murpheys blares across the P.A system and to a tremendous roar Celt appears at the top of the ramp, raising his arms high as the roars get louder.

Stone: Anyone who goes three rounds with Jaro and is still standing, embodies FMW.

Foxx: *mumbles*

Stone: That’s the nicest thing you have ever said about Celt.

Foxx: This isn’t about Celt, it’s about FULL METAL WRESTLING!

Stone: Sit down…

Celt is slowly making his way down the ramp, hugging and high fiving the loyal fans. Celt pauses at one fan and points towards his sign which reads “LPW GO HOME!!!”

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds and hailing from Castlebar, Ireland…

Foxx: Representing FULL METAL WRESTLING!

Sheila Blige: THE! CELLLLLLLLLLLT!!!

The Celt is standing in the ring ready to fight his opponent.

“Bring It On” by the Insane Clown Posse takes over the P.A as a gloating Hatchet strolls out and down the ramp towards the ring.

Sheila Blige: Introducing second, hailing from Shangri-La, weighing in at 190 pounds. HATCHET!!!!

Hatchet walks past a fan holding a “There’s no Lions here!” sign and tears it down before heading into the ring.

Stone: Celt straight out of the blocks with a flurry of punches!

Foxx: Take it to him Celt!

Stone: A short arm clothesline sends Hatchet to the floor, who springs straight up.

Foxx: Celt levels with another clothesline!

Stone: Hatchet isn’t down at all and dodges another clothesline and attacks back!

Foxx: Celt isn’t down with his assault quickly hitting a belly to belly!

Stone: Celt kicks the LPW invader.

Foxx: We do not speak that name!

Stone: Even in the negative?

Celt helps Hatchet up before whipping him into the turnbuckle.

Stone: Celt with a leaping body slam!

Celt walks back into the centre of the ring as the stadium erupts into cheers while Hatchet slinks onto the mat.

Foxx: The cheers are spurring the fight in this Irish laddy.

Stone: Double foot running dropkick!

Foxx: He should have put a chair in front of his face!

Stone: Either way, Hatchet is down!

Celt slides out of the ring and the crowd lean in in anticipation.

Stone: He has a bat!

Foxx: Interesting note, the baseball bat is one of the top selling pieces of equipment in Ireland.

Stone: Useful as always! Celt is in the ring!

Crowd: BATTER UP! BATTER UP!

Stone: Celt is lining up the swing! He points to the outfield!

Celt swings the bat wildly but misses as Hatchet rolls out onto the floor, the bat clanging against the ring post.

Foxx: You stupid gloating ! This is about you, Celt, it’s about FULL METAL WRESTLING!

Hatchet is regaining himself on the ring barrier as the fans lay into him, he pushes one off and stands talk.

Stone: Celt is still on the attack sliding out of the ring.

Celt rampages out of the ring but Hatchet stops the attack with a kick to the midsection.

Stone: Time for Hatchet to put his money where his mouth is.

Hatchet slams Celts head against the barrier, while the crowd hurl insults him.

Stone: Hatchet continues the head slams!

Foxx: Fight Celt, fight for FULL METAL WRESTLING!

Stone: Stop that!

Hatchet has grabbed Celt by the head and leads him up the steps.

Stone: DDT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Foxx: Their goes our saviour… rolling limp down steps.

Stone: Hatchet is getting in the fans faces before he searches under the ring.

Hatchet throws debris into the ring.

Foxx: Stop signs, rubbish bins and a lead pole.

Stone: Surely that’s not legal.

Foxx: It’s a street fight idiot.

Hatchet has picked Celt up and heaved him into the ring and quickly follows him in.

Stone: Celt didn’t do enough…

Foxx: All hope is lost.

Stone: Drama queen. Celt is trying to help himself, using the ring ropes.

Celt manages to regain his feet but stumbles straight into Hatchet who puts a rubbish on his head.

Foxx: What a cock…

Stone: Hatchet goes to the top rope!

Hatchet gives the finger towards the fan before hitting a modified Senton.

Stone: Both men are down, although Celt has not moved.

Foxx: Get up Celt… Luck of the Irish…

Hatchet has managed to roll over and pushes the crushed bin off Celt’s head revealing a bloody mess of a face.

Stone: Celt looks done for…

Foxx: Pinfall attempt by Hatchet. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Stone: OH MY GOD HE’S KICKED OUT!

Foxx: I must say, Celt, I’m impressed.

Stone: This is why he is exactly what FMW is about.

Foxx: Like you said, anyone who goes three rounds with Jaro is one tough son of a bitch.

Hatchet is in disbelief and approaches the referee as Celt struggles to get to his feet.

Stone: Hatchet grabs Celt! He is setting up for the Witching Hour!

Foxx: CELT REVERSES IT!

Stone: ETERNAL DRIVER! Celt nails his finisher! ONE! TWO! THREEEE!

Foxx: CELT WIN! CELT WINS!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner, THE CELT!!!

The Celt (7.98 aps + 1.5 avs – 0.2 penalty = 9.28 total)
Hatchet (7.97 aps + 1.2 avs – 0.1 penalty = 9.07 total)

Stone: He once again shows his resolve.

Foxx: He may pull wins out of his ass but he gets results!

“Warriors Code” by The Dropkick Murphys plays once again as the crowd stands in ovation. Celt poses to the crowd, grinning and celebrating his victory.

Stone: Welcome to FMW, Hatch! Not as easy as you thought it was going to be!

Foxx: I don’t know about ‘better’ per se, but both companies are very different... success in one doesn’t necessarily translate to the other!

Stone: Well, Hatchet doesn’t look happy... and he’s attacking Celt! Hatchet’s started laying fists into Celt, what’s this about? You lost the match!

Foxx: He’s upset his debut didn’t go well and now he’s venting his frustrations! Celt’s trying to fight back and now he lands a couple of blows in, both men equally tired!

Stone: Celt’s bloodied and beaten but he nails a BIG boot to the face of Hatchet and Hatchet crumples again! The crowd are ecstatic!

The crowd’s tune changes, however, when a figure bolts down the ramp, chair in hand.

Foxx: Is that who I think it is? THAT’S ANDY SAVANA!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE???

Stone: Ohh god no…

The crowd tries to warn the bloodied Celt who turns around just in time to get a face full of steel chair.

Foxx: Seriously!? Is this an LPW invasion or something!?

Savana stands over Celt and beckons Hatchet over to him who limbers out of the ring also with a chair in hand.

Foxx: They are meant to be enemies!

Stone: Ahh but the common enemy is FMW.

Savana slides his chair underneath the head of Celt as Hatchet approaches.

Foxx: This is bullshit! Get that LPW scum out of here!

Foxx leaps from his chair but Stone holds him back as Hatchet nails a Con-Chair-To on Celt.

Stone: It’s a dark day for FMW with these two hanging around! We’re going backstage but stay tuned for more of Lethal Injection!

Veronica is once again stationed and ready to interview her next guest as we join her backstage.

Cherrywood: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome DAVID GS!

DGS: Hey there, Veronica. Thanks for having me.

Cherrywood: Most welcome! So, you’re on quite the debut roll at the moment?

DGS: Absolutely I am. Three and zero. The Undefeated David GS. And I’m not just ‘undefeated’, either. In three matches, I’ve taken care of and disposed six different Full Metal Superstars. SIX. Not to mention I single handedly ended the legacy of this company’s first World Champion! You can’t help but have a little awe. It’s okay to be in awe, just so you know, Veronica.

Cherrywood: Oh, I’m in awe, believe me!

DGS: Like, no joke. Ethan Black. ETHAN BLACK. The guy who ran roughshod over this company for almost a year, then masterminded a horrible evil faction? Yeah. I beat him. Who beat him?

David GS pauses, waiting for an answer, which Veronica obligingly gives.

Cherrywood: You did?

DGS: I did. Damn straight. And I didn’t just defeat him, either. I DESTROYED him. He was a bloody mess on that stretcher. And even the stretcher! Geez, I must have thrown off ten or eleven other superstars to push that thing up the ramp and win the match. I mean, I am pretty amazing. You think so too, right? Wanna check out my abdominals? They’re pretty ripped right now. That’s also why I beat him, but mind you, you can’t even see how well my brain’s working right now. It’s pretty fantastic. Mind over matter and all that. There was this one point during the match where I really had a mental crisis, and I thought maybe I should step back and let one of these other guys win it because they might get fired for losing because they sucked so much. But I decided that ‘three and zero’ sounded better than ‘two and one’, so I went ahead and won. Didn’t take much effort. I’m pretty good. And it wasn’t an easy match, either, I-

Cherrywood: Uh, David, I really hate to pull you up, but we’re on a time limit here, so if I could-

DGS: Don’t sweat it. I’ll finish. Next up is the Elimination Chamber, right? Well, they shouldn’t worry about who wins or loses, because sooner or later – probably sooner – my undefeated streak is going to take me right through the path that the Abandoned Championship is on. You want my autograph, Cherry, babe?

Cherrywood: Maybe later, huh? Back to you at ringside...

David continues chatting to Veronica as we head back to the announce table.

Stone: Right, gents, let’s move on. Time for the Abandoned Championship ELIMINATION CHAMBER!

The arena lights go dark and the chamber hanging from the roof begins descending, spotlights flashing around it. Ring technicians assist in locking it down and the referee steps inside before anyone else, awaiting the participants.

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is an ELIMINATION CHAMBER match! The rules are as follows: Four superstars will begin the match inside the glass chambers, which will be locked. Two superstars will start the match. Every four minutes, a random chamber will be opened and that superstar will enter the match. This will continue until all men have been released. Superstars can only be eliminated by pinfall or submission, at which point they will leave the chamber. The last superstar remaining will be the winner and be crowned the FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION!

Foxx: High stakes, big risks, big structure – this match is designed to hurt, and we’re gonna see us some demolition!

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, weighing in at 252 pounds and from Venice Beach, California, he is the Sadistic Skinhead, the Walking Hate Crime, SYYYYYYYYYANIIIIIIIDE!

“White Noise” hits the speakers and Syanide marches to the ring, looking like the very personification of destruction. He enters the structure and the referee guides him to a chamber, which he steps into reluctantly.

Stone: Syanide is probably a favourite to win this – this is his environment! No escape, no rules, just five bodies to throw around.

Foxx: Certainly the case, I’ve got him as my pick to win this one!

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing in at 245 pounds and from Cleveland, Ohio, he is a member of the Broken Saints, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPOSTASY!

“I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” by A Day To Remember plays over the arena and Apostasy makes his way down the ramp, receiving a mixture of cheers and boos from Saints fans and haters alike. Apostasy is also guided into a chamber by the ref although he is extremely calm as he steps in and watches the lock secure him inside.

Stone: Youngest FMW star here, he’s been on and off in terms of form but today could mark his arrival in the big leagues.

Foxx: We’ll see. Somehow I doubt that.

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing 280 pounds and from Blackpool, England, DUNNWOOOOOOOOOOOD!

“Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)” by The Prodigy bursts into life , along with green flares and spotlights. Dunnwood appears at the top of the ramp and walks down with a twisted smile on his face. The ref cautiously ushers him into a third chamber, leaving only one free.

Stone: You know, Foxx, I mentioned Syanide looked in his element, but Dunnwood is both four inches taller and weighs thirty pounds more! The guy’s a beast!

Foxx: And also a whackjob... but he’s got to be a close contender for this as well!

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing in at 232 pounds and from Memphis, Tennessee, HANNIBAAAAAAAL FROOOOOOOOOOOOST!

“Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi causes the crowd to jump to their feet as Hannibal Frost enters through the curtain. Frost slaps a few hands on the way down and discards his beer bottle by handing it to a young, busty woman behind the railing. Frost walks up the stairs and nods to the ref, entering the final chamber which is quickly locked.

Stone: Hannibal Frost has been a force to be reckoned with throughout his career, but I wonder just how much he can do here... his form’s been very up and down lately too.

Foxx: Well, he’s got a grudge against the champ, but seems as if he’s thrown away any alliances with HavOc... guess we’ll see.

Sheila Blige: Entering this match at position number two, weighing in at 220 pounds and from Perth, Australia, he is one half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, LEOOOOOOOOOOON CAPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!

“It’s Not My Time” by Three Doors Down signals more crowd cheering. Orange and purple pyro heralds the arrival of Leon Caprice, who walks to the ring, focused yet excited, hi-fiving some fans but keeping his eyes on the chamber. He steps inside and awaits the final participant, knowing the challenge before him is a big one.

Stone: Well, this is a huge disadvantage for Leon Caprice... starting first never helps your chances. Not to mention that he lost that VICIOUS I Quit match at Supremacy to his partner, arch-rival and former teacher - who also happens to be our next and final entrant, AND the Champion!

Foxx: History aplenty here. Should be great to watch the tag champs tear themselves apart, though!

Sheila Blige: And finally, weighing in at 210 pounds, from Perth, Australia, he is the other half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, as well as a two-time and current FMW Abandoned Champion, SKYLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKER!!!

“Mess of Me” by Switchfoot calls Striker to the ring, and he wastes no time in rushing down the ramp and into the chamber, discarding his belt at the foot of the steps and launching himself in a suicide dive over the ropes, taking Caprice and himself to the floor!

Stone: Holy hell! Striker taking no chances here as he practically topples Caprice right off the bat! Those two are already at it, and now the Chamber door is locked – here we go!

Foxx: Striker wasting no time, clearly he wanted another piece of Caprice after forcing him to quit at Supremacy!

Stone: Striker’s just blasting away at Caprice now, shot after shot after shot as those two scramble for position!

Foxx: Caprice can’t get away from him, he’s like a wild animal!

Stone: Striker stands, he’s got Caprice by the legs! Uh oh, I see where this is going... CATAPULT! Leon Caprice gets launched over the top rope and he hits the steel below with a sickening thud!

Foxx: That’s gotta hurt!

Stone: Caprice is writhing in pain as he’s just fallen under the attacks of the Champion, who now steps back, grins... what’s he going to do?

Foxx: Caprice isn’t moving particularly much... this could be big!

Stone: Striker takes a running start and grabs hold of the top rope with both hands, swinging himself over and holding on to smack his feet right against the sternum of Caprice!

Foxx: No question that Striker’s dominating here. I kind of like the new ruthlessness he seems to have.

Stone: I’d like to see some drug test results.

Foxx: Are you accusing him, Stone?

Stone: It’s pretty much common knowledge, Foxx!

Foxx: Well, anyway, regardless of Striker’s habits, he’s in control here as Caprice is lying in pain on the steel.

Stone: And now he’s eyeing the chambers back in the ring... I sense something big!

Foxx: The other superstars in those chambers seem to be enjoying this!

Stone: I bet! Striker heads to the turnbuckle, and now he climbs it, and he’s jumped to the top of the chamber housing Apostasy below! Apostasy looks up as Striker stands on top of his chamber, the crowd are rife with anticipation!

Foxx: This could end in disaster!

Stone: No shit! Striker looks down at Leon below, he’s weighing up his position... he turns around! SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE TOP OF THE CHAMBER!!!!!

Foxx: HE MISSES! STRIKER MISSES! CAPRICE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!

Stone: I thought that was a little off! Caprice had ample time to move when Striker kicked him in the sternum with that over-the-rope move, but he was letting Striker build up to something like this! Very clever from the challenger here!

Foxx: Now Striker’s rolling in pain, and it’s one hundred percent legitimate! Caprice is just standing over him, lording it up!

Stone: Striker may be bleeding as well! I think I see red on his face!

Foxx: Caprice picks up Striker, still on that steel footing, and he throws him back over the ropes into the middle of the ring, looking for a bit of safety in case he’s countered, I guess!

Stone: Caprice follows him in and there’s a pinfall attempt! One! Two!

Foxx: No go! Striker kicks out at two and clearly he won’t go down after just one mistake.

Stone: That’s why he’s the Champion. Caprice stands now and he’s surveying his options, but the lights have just gone down! We’re about to be joined by a third superstar here!

The house lights fade and spotlights begin flittering on and off over the four chambers surrounding the ring. All four superstars look upwards to see where the light settles as it slows, and eventually one spotlight remains.

Foxx: Dunnwood! Dunnwood’s coming into this match at number three, and the referee unlocks his chamber door!

Stone: Dunnwood doesn’t seem to be particularly eager to enter this fray, though... he’s kind of just letting Caprice continue fighting with Striker.

Foxx: Wise move, but he’s by far the biggest man in this match... eight inches and seventy pounds he’s got over Striker!

Stone: He probably should be putting that to good effect, but Caprice isn’t having it, he’s not falling for Dunnwood’s tactic and so he gives Striker some recovery time as he challenges Dunnwood to fight!

Foxx: Caprice is challenging him? This isn’t a game, you moron!

Stone: Well, at least Caprice has some honour!

Foxx: Honour doesn’t win you championships, Stone!

Stone: Touché. That it doesn’t. Dunnwood steps into the ring and Caprice rushes straight at him, looking for a spinning leg lariat but Dunnwood catches him midair! Powerslam from Dunnwood!

Foxx: That’s why you don’t fight with the monster! Dunnwood goes for a quick pin attempt, one, two, no, there’s a kickout from Caprice.

Stone: Dunnwood is now in control here as he tries to grab Caprice but he’s too slow, Caprice slips away and he’s on his feet, turns around to face Dunnwood and Dunnwood grabs him by the throat! Chokeslam backbreaker from the big man, that’s nasty!

Foxx: That’s why he calls it War! Dunnwood now leaving Caprice to his own devices as he heads for Striker on the other side of the ring-

Stone: STRIKER WITH A ROLL-UP! SURPRISE PIN ATTEMPT, ONE, TWO, THR-NO! Dunnwood breaks out of it and we almost had our first elimination completely out of nowhere!

Foxx: Dunnwood’s got to be more careful, Striker’s a crafty little bastard!

Stone: Striker now on his feet and he ducks a furiously charging Dunnwood, goes for a spinning heel kick to the head of Dunnwood but the big man catches his foot!

Foxx: Striker hops and follows it around with his other foot! MASSIVE roundhouse kick to the head of Dunnwood, who releases Striker and stumbles back to the turnbuckle! How did that one not take him down?!

Stone: He’s got resilience if nothing else! Caprice now on his feet and Striker eyes him carefully, blood still running down the side of Striker’s face...

Foxx: They nod to each other! I never thought I’d see this! Leon runs down and gets on all fours in front of Dunnwood, Striker follows him and uses Caprice as a step to hit poetry in motion on Dunnwood!

Stone: I don’t believe it! CRASH SCENE are in action here! The Tag Team Champions who’ve been at each other’s throats for the past who knows how long are now allying to fight a bigger foe in the Chamber!

Foxx: It’s a smart move indeed! Striker and Caprice now work together to hoist Dunnwood to the top turnbuckle and they sit him there, facing the chamber in front of him – it’s Frost inside there, he looks thoroughly amused! Caprice heads UPWARDS to the top of that chamber! Striker standing below Dunnwood!

Stone: Crash Scene going for something big here to deal with the big enemy! Striker climbs to the second rope, one foot either side of the corner, he’s getting in position for a Vertebreaker of some sort... He lifts Dunnwood over his head! SKYLER HIGH DIVE TWO!

Foxx: Some sort of backdrop Unprettier there, but now Caprice is standing on top of that chamber as high as he can, FULL TIME!!! Inverted Phoenix Splash on Dunnwood, who’s now received two finishers from Crash Scene!

Stone: Caprice is holding himself a bit from landing from such a high starting point but he’s telling Striker to lift Dunnwood up! Are they going for a double- uh-oh, there go the lights again and we’re about to have a fourth superstar enter this match!

Spotlights once again swivel around the three remaining chambers and settle slowly as the crowd cheers, eventually coming to a stop...

Foxx: APOSTASY! Apostasy’s entering the match at spot number four and he roars into that ring as his door is opened, totally unlike Dunnwood! Apostasy rushes the ring and there’s some fists to Striker, to the still very dazed Dunnwood who’s only on his knees, and to Caprice! Apostasy on a roll!

Stone: He turns his attention back to Striker, but Striker kicks him in the gut before he can start anything and double underhooks him! EXILE TO OBLIVION! EXILE TO OBLIVION! Apostasy just got hit with Skyler’s finisher and now there’s the pinfall, the move still holding Apostasy’s shoulders down... ONE!

Foxx: TWO!

Stone: THREE! HOLY HELL! Apostasy is ELIMINATED! He only entered the match less than a minute ago but he’s already been taken out of contention for the Abandoned Championship tonight!

Foxx: That’s possibly the fastest elimination I’ve ever seen in this type of match!

Stone: Apostasy’s being removed by the medics who sneak in through the open door, but Caprice, Striker and Dunnwood don’t seem to mind as we’re back to where we started before Apostasy’s entrance!

Foxx: The Chamber is locked once again and Apostasy can walk the long road home!

Stone: Dunnwood taking the opportunity to attack both Striker and Caprice! Fist to Striker, now Caprice, now Striker, now Caprice, now-

Foxx: DOUBLE ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Dunnwood was still on his knees and both Crash Scene members just sent Dunnwood thudding to the ring floor with that one!

Stone: They are the tag team champs, I guess, but for them to have this much cohesion after all the blood we saw at Supremacy... it’s incredible! Look at them! Striker and Caprice standing in front of each other, not attacking... maybe they’re on better terms than we thought!

Foxx: Striker... Striker just extended his hand! He’s offered to shake with Caprice! What the hell is going on?

Stone: I don’t know... but Caprice should be careful! This has to be a trap!

Foxx: A trap? Maybe Striker’s just tired of fighting, hey? He’s already proven he can beat Caprice, and they’ll still have to be a tag team in the future to defend their belts!

Stone: True... Caprice looks at Striker and they shake hands! Crash Scene are united here tonight! What a scene!

The crowd cheer as the duo grin, unified once more.

Foxx: I never thought I’d see these two reunite here tonight! Dunnwood’s slowly coming to in the corner there, and Striker’s signalling that they attack him together!

Stone: Caprice only too happy to acquiesce, and he walks over to grab their opponent-

Foxx: Striker grabs him by the arm, KICK TO THE GUT! HAHAHAHAHA! BACKSTABBING!

Stone: I knew it was too good to be true! Striker double underhooks Caprice and now he’s got him ready, EXILE TO OBLIVION! Caprice crumples and Striker doesn’t bother with the pinfall, he’s satisfied with standing tall over Caprice again!

Foxx: Dunnwood sneaks up behind Striker though! No time to celebrate! Dunnwood gets right under Striker and he’s got him on his shoulders! Striker has no idea what’s going on and Dunnwood moves to the ropes!

Stone: ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP ONTO THE STEEL OUTSIDE THE RING!!!

Foxx: Striker WRITHES in pain as his back just collides with solid, unmoving metal! Dunnwood makes sure Caprice is still down before he heads outside the ring, looking to do more damage to the champ!

Stone: He’s some sick monster... it’s disturbing, Foxx. He’s an absolute mental case, and this is his type of match.

Foxx: I don’t think Dunnwood’s even noticed the blood running down his head! It’s around his eyes, his forehead, even his mouth! He’s a beast.

Stone: Striker is totally at his mercy here and Dunnwood just rubs his boot across Striker’s face, totally rubbing it in!

The house lights dim again, causing the audience to raise to their feet in anticipation. Spotlights flicker between Frost and Syanide’s cages, with Syanide rattling his door impatiently.

Foxx: HANNIBAL FROST IS IN! His door is open and Frost has bolted into the ring, ignoring Caprice and springing to the top rope!

Stone: THE BLIND SIDE! BLIND SIDE on a totally unsuspecting Dunnwood! A springboard Enzuigiri to the back of the head! Frost added the jumping springboard in this time and Dunnwood may be out cold!

Foxx: Let it never be said we’re short on action! Dunnwood had the last laugh on Frost after Supremacy but this is payback in the biggest way! Frost hooks the leg and the ref is counting him, ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE!!!!

Stone: Dunnwood’s match is over! He’s out of the running for Abandoned Champion and he may be out of the running for consciousness!

Foxx: Frost now turns to Striker, who’s struggling to get up, and Frost kicks Striker in the gut, grabs him by the head and hits a sitout facebuster on the steel steps!

Stone: Striker’s got to be covered in blood now! He is, look at the crimson mask he’s wearing!

Foxx: Frost is holding nothing back tonight! I still can’t believe he eliminated Dunnwood just like that!

Stone: Well, he had some help from Caprice and Striker wearing him down! Dunnwood’s remaining unconscious in that Chamber, the medics can’t retrieve him without interfering in the match!

Foxx: Frost hoists the bloodied champion to his feet and bundles him over the rope back into the ring, but Caprice is up!

Stone: Leon Caprice is still in this match and he’s rushed at Frost now, OUCH! Caprice hits a stunner with the ropes assisting him! Frost’s windpipe just got crushed against the ropes!

Foxx: Caprice is fuming and now he’s on fire, ready to make an impact in this match! The medics finally have access to Dunnwood, too, they’re dragging him out slowly but surely.

Stone: He’s definitely unconscious! Caprice has turned his attention back to Striker, but he’s eyeing the turnbuckle... don’t do it, you idiot!

Foxx: It’s a big match, people take big risks! Frost is still getting his breath back in the corner and Syanide is impatient as all hell to get into this match! Caprice, though, is showing no fear! He’s climbing the turnbuckle!

Stone: Frost is on his feet and he can see Caprice right there, climbing the pod next to him... Frost looks to the steel wall of chains on his right and he’s off and climbing! Caprice can’t see him there but it’s a race to the top at the moment!

Foxx: Frost is at the right height and he’s moving to the pod, Caprice is turning around to he can stand, but he’s turned his back on Frost!

Stone: Big mistake! Frost is right behind him now, Caprice only just sees him BUT IT’S TOO LATE! FROST THROWS CAPRICE FROM THE TOP OF THE POD!!! CAPRICE HITS THE MAT HARD!!!

Foxx: FROST ISN’T DONE YET! HE’S GOT TWO TARGETS AND HE JUMPS!!!!

Stone: STRIKER ROLLS ASIDE BUT HE WASN’T FROST’S TARGET! FROST LANDS ON CAPRICE WITH A FIVE STAR FROST SPLASH!!!!!!!!!

The crowd erupt into chants of ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’, which is then further compounded by the lights darkening once more. Syanide’s chamber is lit up with a spotlight and the crowd roar as he enters the match, blasting through with a ferocious speed and taking out Striker from behind with a vicious headbutt to the back of Striker’s skull.

Foxx: THIS MATCH IS ON FIRE! ONE OF THESE FOUR MEN WILL EMERGE AS CHAMPION! SYANIDE IS NOW IN THE MATCH, CAPRICE AND FROST ARE BOTH IN TREMENDOUS PAIN, AND SYANIDE HAS CAPRICE ON HIS FEET!

Stone: ARROWHEAD SHOT!!! FROST CRUMPLES!!!

Foxx: Syanide ROARS in the middle of the ring, he’s dominant! Syanide hoists Frost up too and puts him in the corner, standing against the turnbuckle, and then he does the same with Striker and Caprice in a different corner for each!

Stone: Syanide backs off to the corner without a man, and he lets out a primal scream! He charges and Striker is the first to receive a stinger splash in the corner! There’s another run-up and now a stinger splash to Frost! Syanide doesn’t charge Caprice, though...

Foxx: He heads to Caprice’s corner, lifts Caprice to sit on the turnbuckle, and grabs him by the neck! SUPER RUNNING NECKBREAKER!

Stone: Holy hell, Syanide is destroying the competition here!

Foxx: That’s why he’s my favourite to win it!

Stone: Syanide is targeting everyone here, but for now he’ll take Frost! He lifts Frost but Frost fires back with a hard right hand to the head, and another, and another! Frost won’t take his former HavOc teammate’s crap and he’s on his feet now!

Foxx: He dusts off his knuckles and BLASTS Syanide with a short-arm clothesline! Caprice and Striker are getting to their feet slowly but surely, and now Frost isn’t sure what to do! He lifts Syanide up, but this could go anywhere now!

Stone: Striker charges Frost and takes him down with a running enzuigiri! Caprice does similar to Syanide but Syanide ducks and grabs Caprice who overshoots, Syanide brings him to the mat in a TREMENDOUS counter! The ring is shaking with the impact of that one!

Foxx: Striker charges Syanide now but Syanide catches him and nails a MASSIVE spinebuster! Striker’s back is compacted against the mat and Syanide is absolutely in control of this match!

Stone: Caprice rushes him again and this time manages to get a fist or two in before Syanide swings him around by the head and literally THROWS him across the ring!

Foxx: Frost charges Syanide now and presses him against the ropes but Syanide lays some serious fists into Frost’s back and then underhooks him, BUTTERFLY SUPLEXING FROST OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE STEEL BEHIND HIM!

Stone: What a monster! Dunnwood was big, but he didn’t deal this much damage! Syanide is looking over the rope at the destruction he’s caused!

Foxx: CAPRICE IS BEHIND HIM! Caprice is up again and he’s hoisted Syanide up by the arms, TIME WARP! TIME WARP! LEON CAPRICE NAILS HIS FINISHER ON SYANIDE!!!

Stone: PINFALL!!! LEON CAPRICE IS GOING TO ELIMINATE SYANIDE! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!!!!!

Foxx: That’s an amazing effort from Caprice but Syanide is still the power here! Syanide throws Caprice off of him with some authority, but as Syanide gets to his feet STRIKER SPINS HIM! EXILE TO OBLIVION!!!! STRIKER NAILS HIS FINISHER AND A SECOND ONE DOWNS SYANIDE!

Stone: STRIKER PINS! ONE! TWO! TH-NO!!!!! SYANIDE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

The crowd are on their feet as Syanide shrugs Striker off of him, slowly getting to his feet and readying himself to destroy the champion.

Foxx: Striker’s dead meat now! He’s-

Stone: CAPRICE IS BEHIND SYANIDE OUT OF NOWHERE! HE’S GOT THE CRUCIFIX AND THERE’S THE SECOND TIMEWARP ON SYANIDE FOR THE NIGHT! HE’S PINNING SYANIDE AND THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!! ONE! TWO!!! THREE-NO!!!!!! NO!!!! SYANIDE KICKS OUT!!! HOLY HELL!!!

Foxx: Syanide is a MONSTER!!!!!! He’s clambering to his feet again and now Caprice is absolutely in despair! What more can he do to a man who won’t die?!?!?! Caprice shrinks back to the corner, he’s exhausted!! What can he do??

Stone: HE CAN BE A DISTRACTION!!!! STRIKER IS UP TO HIS FEET AGAIN, CRIMSON MASK AND ALL, BUT HE NAILS A LOW BLOW ON SYANIDE!! STRIKER HAS SYANIDE UNDER HIS CONTROL AND HE LIFTS HIS LEGS TO THE TOP ROPE!! HE HITS THE OMEGA REVELATION!!! THAT’S A FOURTH SYCCESSIVE FINISHER ON SYANIDE AND STRIKER PINS HIM!!

Foxx: ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! THE REFEREE COUNTS IT AND SYANIDE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AFTER FOUR FINISHERS!!!!

Stone: It took FOUR finishers from TWO men to take down Syanide but we’re now down to three! Striker is on his feet and he’s finally gotten rid of a second competitor here tonight! He could very well go on and retain-

Foxx: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! LEON CAPRICE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND HE’S GOTTEN STRIKER WITH A SCHOOLBOY PIN!!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! HOLY FUCKING HELL! LEON CAPRICE JUST ELIMINATED SKYLER STRIKER FROM THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER AND THAT MEANS STRIKER HAS LOST HIS ABANDONED CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

Stone: HOLY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! OVER THREE HUNDRED DAYS, AMAZING DEFENCES, TOTAL DOMINATION AND NOW STRIKER IS NO LONGER THE ABANDONED CHAMPION THANKS TO HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER LEON CAPRICE!!!

The crowd are absolutely INSANE at this point with two successive eliminations, leaving Frost and Caprice in contention for the Abandoned Championship.

Foxx: I am absolutely shell-shocked! Either Leon Caprice or Hannibal Frost will be the Abandoned Champion tonight! Leon Caprice is standing up, he can’t believe it – neither can Striker, who’s getting to his feet slowly! Frost is still recovering from Syanide’s backdrop outside the ring, but Striker, after earlier backstabbing Caprice in this match, has now been eliminated from it in a delicious twist of fates!

Stone: Striker can only stare at Caprice as the referee tells him to exit... the medics are taking Syanide out as we speak and the door’s open, but Striker can’t believe it! He turns to leave and Caprice seems both remorseful and thrilled at the same time!

Foxx: Striker is gone! Haha! He-

Stone: Striker turns back to Caprice and kicks him in the gut! EXILE TO OBLIVION ON LEON CAPRICE!!!! Striker just nailed Caprice with his finisher even though the match is over for him! That’s uncalled for, and may have just ended Caprice’s chances of-

Foxx: FROST! FROST HAS JUST SLIPPED THROUGH THE ROPES AND HE PINS CAPRICE!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! HANNIBAL FROST HAS WON!!!! HE’S THE ABANDONED CHAMPION!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, as the last man standing, here is your winner and NEWWWWW FMW ABANDONED CHAMPION, HANNIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL FROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!!

Hannibal Frost (8.86 aps + 1.6 avs = 10.46 total)
Leon Caprice (8.62 aps + 0.9 avs = 9.52 total)
Skyler Striker (8.63 aps + 0.2 avs = 8.83 total)
Syanide (8.56 aps + 0.1 avs = 8.66 total)
Dunnwood (8.28 aps + 0.3 avs = 8.58 total)
Apostasy (0.00 aps + 0.0 avs = 0.00 total)

Stone: I cannot believe what I’ve just seen! What a chain of events! Four finishers to Syanide before Striker eliminated him, then Caprice eliminated Striker with a surprise schoolboy, then Striker hit Caprice with his finisher, and then Frost capitalised by eliminating Caprice and winning the match! Hannibal Frost is the new Abandoned Champion!

“Dead Or Alive” plays to signal Frost’s victory, and he stands tall in the middle of the ring over Caprice. Striker has long since vanished, and the referee enters the ring, handing Frost the belt and holding his hand high.

Foxx: That is incredible! Frost is the new Abandoned Champion, and Crash Scene now have even more problems than they did to start with!

Stone: We’re going backstage, but what a night this has been! Don’t leave your seats, don’t go for drinks, this is PPV and this is FMW Lethal Injection!

Frost celebrates with his newly won Abandoned Championship as the scene goes backstage.

Cherrywood: Harley!

The figure of Harley Quint stops dead in his tracks backstage. As his name resonates in his mind his shoulders slump, an audible sigh escaping his lips before he turns to face the owner of the female voice.

Cherrywood: Dr. Quint.

As Quint turns, Veronica Cherrywood hesitantly tenses up, remembering who the man that now faces her once was.

Quint: No need to worry. See, no face paint. What can I do for you?

Cherrywood: I know you’re on your way out, but if I could have just a second of your time.

The left hand of Quint drags across his face, the stubble on his cheeks rubbing across the palm of his hand.

Quint: Sure thing.

Cherrywood: Obviously your match tonight has big implications, being a title match against one of this companies most dominant champions, but given your history with Jaro, what does this mean to you?

A smile crosses Quint’s face as he lets a quick chuckle escape his lips. Without thought his right hand rubs the left side of his ribcage.

Quint: I was done. By beating Drew Michaels at Death Row, by tossing him into those flames, I accomplished what I wanted. I was free. Then Jaro walked down that ramp. Then Eastwood... Dunnwood betrayed me and Virus obliterated me. Instead of riding towards the sunset, I limped towards medical.

A large exhale of breath passed from Quint’s lungs, his eyes reflecting the turning cogs of thought.

Quint: And he almost won too. I could have snapped. Easily. I could have gone back to who I was, embraced the madness and laughed my way straight to hell. But I didn’t, and he lost. And now?

Cherrywood simply stares at Quint before responding, her mouth wide open, not sure what to say.

Quint: And now, it’s just him and I. No goons. No brought in muscle. Just us. Seth Omega, though I’m loathe to admit it has made sure Virus will be nowhere to be found for this match. And I highly doubt Dunnwood is going to be in any shape to push the knife further into my back. So now Jaro is alone.

Cherrywood: You sound awfully confident.

Quint: Not confidence, it’s logical. This will solely be Jaro and myself. No one else in that ring during the match. This is settled tonight. And there’s nowhere for Jaro to run and hide.

With a wink Quint turns away from Veronica, the knuckles on his hand cracking as he opened and closed his fists in preparation.

Sheila Blige: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the FMW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

”Voodoo” by Godsmack explodes over the PA system at high volume, letting the crowd go absolutely crazy for what is no doubt one of the most anticipated matches of the night. It isn‘t long before Harley makes his appearance, however the attire he dons and the very look he bears is one that only rumours backstage had spoken about, as he enters with his old HavOc image, a twisted smile spread on his lips as he makes his way down to the ring, stirring a little unease amongst some in the crowd, though the majority still seem to cheer..

Stone: What the hell is this? Is… is that Harlequin? I thought we were past this!

Foxx: Alright, let’s be honest here Stone. Did Harley really have a choice? The man is about to walk into an Ultraviolent match with one of the most successful champions this company has seen… and may well ever see. Do you really think Harley would have what it takes with such a clean cut new rep? He has brought Harlequin back… because he knows it’s the only way he may have a chance to topple one of the most iconic and brutal men of this company! It was the only card he had to play!

Stone: Hey, that’s not bad detective work for you Foxx.

Foxx: Just telling it how it is.

Stone: Well, I can’t help but feel that there might be truth to your words. Perhaps your right! Harley no doubt holds great desire to become the Ultraviolent champion, but is this really the right move to play? He has only just earned the trust of the crowd, he might jeopardize that if this really is the return of the man who brought nothing but HavOc over the last few years!

Foxx: Do you really think this crowd cares?! They are the most fickle assholes you’ll ever know! Listen to them cheering for Harley! He’s donning an attire and a look that terrorized the foundations of the federation. A clean cut look and a few matches winning their approval and they forget everything he has ever done to their favourite superstars! If you ask me, it was all a great big trick of Harley’s from the start, just so he could win the fans over before raping them in the arse… and that’s why I love the beautiful bastard!

Harley gets into the ring, waving in a more then creepy manner at the fans as he seems to giggle to himself. There is a long pause as the crowd anticipate the entrance of Jaro, but the music doesn‘t seem to hit. All that can be heard is the crowd who all still chant for Harley even after his entrance music has faded out.

Stone: Where is Jaro?

Foxx: Who knows. The man has a lot on his plate, perhaps he’s a bit too busy to defend his title right now.

Stone: Don’t be stupid!

All is explained in a simple moment when a figure leaps from the crowd, the familiar item named the BanHammer within the hands of this individual. The man wears a hoodie, but many can see it is Jaro as he slides into the ring from behind Harley, the Ultraviolent title secured around his waist. The contempt of the crowd gives Harley more than enough warning as he spins around to notice Jaro charging with the hammer held high as he tries to swing it down upon his skull. A great gasps echoes from the crowd, one of suspense as Harley manages to grasp the handle, stopping the hammer from smashing his skull. He tries to overpower Jaro, but is met with a vicious head butt to the temple, making him stumble back. Jaro lifts the hammer for another swing, but Harley is quick to recover, slamming his body, shoulder first into Jaro, bringing both men down to the mat in what can only be described as a furious exchange of strikes.

Stone: Jaro! That son of a bitch! There is enough brutality as it is in these matches, couldn’t he have at least allowed this match to start normally?! The bell is calling for the bell to start the match!

Foxx: All Jaro is doing is following the rules of this match, that being that there are no rules! When are you going to understand Stone? There are no good guys in these kinds of fights! Each man has to do everything they can to win that belt, sometimes that means bashing and bludgeoning your fellow man’s head in with a hammer as Jaro just demonstrated.

Stone: Okay, okay, just be quiet with the damn lectures! Just watch Jaro and Harley go at it! These two men are really pulling no punches here! Harley was lucky that hammer didn’t land or he might be… well…

Foxx: Dead?

Stone: It’s likely…

Foxx: Jaro is managing to get the upper hand here! Listen to this crowd as they jeer a true hero! He is here to put a stop to HavOc before it can rise again and he’s being jeered for it! Having gained a mounted position, he’s got the leverage to land in a few more hits then Harley! Damn, you can already see some marks being left on that chalked up face! Now Jaro is standing up, he’s getting that hammer again!

Stone: Harley kicks up to his feet, he’s looking to rush Jaro! Jaro’s got that hammer though! He’s just side stepped Harley! Ooooof!

Foxx: Harley got all that hammer to the side of his knee! The man is down to the ground, I think his knee buckled from that impact! Harleys’ eyes are wide! He’s screaming in agony! That is really quite a critical move to receive so early in this match!

Stone: Jaro is lining up for another shot! He takes a big swing towards his back! Harley ducked it! He used the screen to watch Jaro’s movements despite the agony he was in! A quick sweep and Jaro is down with his legs being taken from under him! Harley is still favouring that leg to no surprise, he can’t capitalize as he rolls a few meters away from Jaro to recover!

Foxx: Damn. That was vicious, that was real vicious! So early on too! This could be disastrous for our beloved returning Harlequin!

Stone: The referee is taking action here, he’s grabbed the hammer that fell from Jaro’s hands and thrown it outside! He can’t end the match by DQ, but it’s clear he doesn’t want Jaro using that hammer! Jaro is up to his feet! He saw what the ref had done! He’s in his face yelling to the point that his face has turned red!

Foxx: It’s his job to count when a pinfall is made, not dictate what a wrestler can and cannot do, not in this match! He should have his ass fired!

Stone: Harley is taking advantage of the distraction! He’s got Jaro around the waist! He’s looking for a German Suplex! Jaro beginning to elbow at Harley viciously! The man isn’t letting go! Jaro is rushing back! He just drove Harley against the turnbuckle but still the man won’t let go! What’s this?! Harley is lifting Jaro!!! German Suplex into the turnbuckle! Jaro’s head just bounced off that buckle before he was sent shoulders first against the mat below!

The crowd chant on as Harley stands to his feet. He is noticeably lopsided in his stance, no doubt the leg of his still in a bad way as Harley expresses his pain, though managing a twisted smile in the process. He walks around the ring a little, looking to try and walk off some of the pain whilst Jaro is left rocked from the brutal suplex against the corner.

Stone: That leg is a problem! Harley has decided to pass an advantage to try and get his leg straight again! I’m surprised the knee isn’t shattered after such a devastating hit! Harley is now approaching Jaro who is on his knees! The man has his back to him!

Foxx: Did… did Jaro just undo his title? He did! He’s took off the belt! He just slammed it into Harley’s face as he tried to reach down and pick him up! He just got blood all over the Ultraviolent title! How fuckin’ symbolic is that? Harley’s nose has been busted open by the actual Ultraviolent title!

Stone: Another big hit, and Harley is brought down! Jaro is taking his time rising to his feet. Oh what the hell is this? Jaro is holding up the belt for all to see! Look at him as he punches at his chest, he is letting everyone know tonight just who the Ultraviolent champion is! Right now that is him, but the title could still change hands whilst the match is still going!

Foxx: You sure about that? Harley looks a mess as he favours that nose of his! Red is mixing in with white all over his face… I hope he’s still that beautiful bastard we all know and love by the end of this match! He might need a makeover the way this match is going!

Stone: Jaro has Harley by the hair! He’s dragging him up to his feet! He’s setting him up for a suplex! Hardly no resistance at all from Harley who is still recovering from eating gold plating!

Foxx: Don’t count Harley out yet! He’s starting to struggle now! A punch to Jaro’s side! Another! Jaro is trying to lift him despite the strikes! A punch to the kidney puts a stop to that, that really winded Jaro!

Stone: Now Harley with a reversal! Suplexing Jaro straight to the outside of the ring! Jaro lands pretty badly after clipping the edge of the ring before crashing down on the concrete outside!! There’s movement but the champ is hurting.

Foxx: Harley is looking to follow! He doesn’t want to waste this chance! High risk manoeuvre right here!

Harley manages to jump over the ropes, though his leap is faltered with the injured leg, giving Jaro more than enough time to roll out of the way, leaving Harley to slam down on nothing but concrete outside the ring. The crowd express their disapproval, especially when Jaro picks up the hammer the ref threw out of the ring some moments ago. A smile makes its way onto his lips as he holds up the hammer, however he doesn‘t anticipate Harley recovering as fast as he does.

Foxx: Damn! Let the man gloat for god’s sake!

Stone: Credit to Harley for the quick recovery! A shoulder tackle to Jaro’s back has sent him stomach first against the rails! The hammer is lost in the crowd now, he‘s been disarmed! Harley with another shoulder block to Jaro’s spine, pressing him against the rail again! Oh wait!

Foxx: Jaro managed to secure a headlock on Harley! Now he’s ramming him face first against the rails!

The crowd and commentators groan in disapproval as Harley face can be heard slamming against the railings separating the wrestlers from the crowd. Jaro does not stop there as he begins to walk up the ramp, keeping Harley’s head against the rails as he rags him roughly, looking to further the damage. Camera crews are deployed as they realize this fight is being taken elsewhere. Jaro shoves Harley out of sight of the crowd through the entrance way, as camera’s and even the ref follow the pair to the backstage area.

Stone: Wow, not seen this happening in a little while! We’re being forced to watch the big screen above the entrance! Harley being shoved into the hallway as he hits the wall hard and slumps down! Jaro really pressing on his advantage with a stiff kick to the back of Harley’s injured leg! The ref is trying to make him stop but Jaro is not having any of it!

Foxx: Jaro is now setting Harley up for a piledriver! This could end the match here if he lands on that! Harley’s head will crack open like an egg on that solid floor! I see a few wrestlers around, but they are all backing off, no one wants no part in this fight!

Stone: He’s trying to lift Harley! But Harley finding strength from nowhere to fight back! A back body drop! And Jaro’s spine connects with the hard floor! I have to admit I’m glad that pile driver didn’t land! That would have been too much! Even for this match!

Foxx: Harley is no hobbling towards Jaro, he’s got him by the arm! Where the hell is he dragging him?!

Stone: Oh my god! He’s dragging him to one of the locker room doors! He’s placed Jaro’s arm between the frame and he’s got that door open! Argh! Listen to Jaro scream in pain! He just slammed that heavy door against his arm! Jaro is writhing in pain! Listen to that sinister laugh from Harley! Wait… what the hell is he doing now?!

Foxx: He’s got Jaro’s head now against the door! The man is in pain, I don’t think he’s registered it yet!

Stone: Surely he’ll get out of this! Harley is opening that door! He’s gonna crush his skull if he slams that door on his head!

Foxx: Holy Shit! Listen to that impact! Harley just slammed the door against Jaro’s skull, jamming it against the frame! Jaro has gone limp! Its lights out!

Stone: We need paramedics! There is no way he’s coming back from that! Look at the gash on the side of Jaro’s head! Blood is pouring almost like a small fountain! Falling freely!

Foxx: Harley is making for the pin attempt! We need to get this over with ‘cause I think Jaro’s in a bad way! Jesus Christ! Ref makes the cover!

Stone: One... two..... thr-NO!!!!

Foxx: What the shit?!!

There is a great amount of shock amongst all the horror as Jaro lifts his shoulder, blood coats half his face, but there is life in him as he breathes heavily. Harley‘s eyes widen, but he can only laugh out loud as he stands to his feet, shoving people out of his way. Jaro slowly begins to pull himself to his feet, looking at his hand to see the blood upon it after favouring the gash. He‘s still disorientated, that much clear as he looks around to regain his bearings with Harley out of sight..

Foxx: How the hell is Jaro getting back up after that? He must have a head like a god damn bowling ball!

Stone: Where the hell has Harlequin gone?

The camera pans as glass is heard smashing. The view is a shocking one as Harley reaches in with a bloodied hand for the fire axe against the wall. He pulls the axe from its container, quickly hobbling towards Jaro. The ref quickly rushes Harley, trying to grab the axe from him, only to be shoved aside with ease. The crowd watch in horror as Harley lifts the axe, only to be rushed by Jaro who sees the immediate danger, ramming the pair of them into one of the rooms as the door flies open, leaving the two to fall upon a pool table.

Stone: This fight is getting out of hand! It is impossible to believe that back in the day these two men were working together! Now they are fighting each other as if they were lifetime enemies! I don’t know how both men still have so much furious energy after the sheer damage both men have taken! Does the Ultraviolent championship mean this much to them?!

Foxx: Thank god the axe is no longer in Harley’s hands! They seem to be in the bar area as both men scrap with each other, against the pool table! Jaro is on top, landing strike after strike! This is becoming pretty awesome, I have to say!

Stone: Awesome?! These men are trying to kill each other! This is terrible! We might be banned from television after this!

Foxx: It’s PPV! We can say and show anything we want!

Stone: Jaro just took a nasty hit to the head with a pool cue! The wooden pool instrument near enough broke from the impact! A nasty shot to the stomach with the half broken cue to follow!

Foxx: Harley really landing some hits Jaro is not going to forget here! He’s being driven back towards the actual bar. Look at the blood on his face!

Stone: Jaro with a surprise attack of his own! He just grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and smashed it into Harley’s face! He’s got glass near his eyes! Harley has turned away from Jaro, favouring his bleeding face! What is Jaro doing now?!

Foxx: What all hell raisers do! He’s got a fresh bottle of Whisky! Our hardcore champ is starting to down the drink whilst Harley is effectively out of the picture for now!

Stone: No… there’s more to this. Jaro is reaching into his pocket. He’s got a lighter, he’s got a fucking later and his cheeks are bloated with all the whisky he has in his mouth!

Foxx: He just blew fire against Harley! The man is on fire!

Stone: How the hell did the match come to this?! Harley’s jacket is blazing! He’s run to the far side of the room! He’s struggling to get the jacket off his shoulders!

Foxx: The jackets off! A little of his hair is still on fire, but the mad bastard is managing to put it out. Here comes Jaro though, he’s got what remains of that cue in his hands! I think he wants to stake Harley like some sparkle fag in that Twilight film.

Stone: No! Harley just powers his way against Jaro! He has him lifted up above his head, and now he just crashed him down over the pool table! The table is broken! Jaro writhes in pain as he slides off the table… There is not even a sign of Harley taking advantage, he’s leaning against the wall. Look at the smoke coming from his shoulders.

The camera focuses on Harley as he takes a moment, standing uneasy with his injured leg as he takes his shirt off to reveal darkened flesh were his jacket had caught fire. Little remains of his original face paint as red has long replaced white. His eyes widen as the camera displays him on the big screen, as Jaro comes flying into view, landing a big knee against the man‘s jaw to bring him down viciously. Jaro is in no better state, his face half coated in blood, signs of burns upon his bottom lip from blowing fire. Needless to say the fight is still very much in motion.

Foxx: Harley isn’t laughing any more.

Stone: No one is. This is not entertainment, this is just plain horror ladies and gentlemen.

Foxx: The ref doesn’t know what to do! Jaro is starting to lay down punches on the face of Harley, driving some glass deeper into his face!

Stone: A big upwards kick from Harley, Jaro wasn’t careful enough, he’s been rocked by that vicious upwards strike.

Foxx: Harley knows he can’t just lie back in this fight. Whilst both men still have energy, they are just going to continue to go at it until one of them simply can’t move any more.

Stone: This is not wrestling, I’ve barely seen a wrestling move done between these two mad men! This is nothing but a real brutal clash with both men using the environment as their weapons!

Harley grabs Jaro into a headlock, quickly running towards the door, slamming Jaro head first against it before both men fall through the door. Harley favours his leg as he hit’s the ground, having further aggravated the wound, Jaro favours his head, rolling onto his side as his arm also gives him some trouble..

Foxx: The fight is back in the hallway!

Stone: Harley somehow managed to find his feet a little faster then Jaro, unbelievable after being set on fire just moments ago! He’s dragging Jaro up now… Jesus just look at the blood over these two guys!

Foxx: This is what you should always get from an Ultraviolent match! Nothing but violence and brutality! These two knew exactly what they were getting into when this match begun! Jaro the champ has pretty much survived it all! But this has to be amongst one of the most brutal matches, and he is the one helping orchestrate it!

Stone: Harley looks like he wants to take the fight back to the ring! The camera crew are following as Harley brings Jaro with him! Here he is now! I can see the two of them at the top of the ramp!

Foxx: I think Harley just wants revenge from before! He’s got Jaro in a headlock! This time he is shoving his already busted open head against the railings! The fans are going crazy! They cannot get enough of these two guys killing each other!

Stone: I’m just finally glad to see the match coming back to the ring where it belongs! But just look at the blood trail on those railings!

Foxx: Jaro is not taking this lightly though, I think he just picked up his second wind! A stiff elbow against the throat of Harley! That has broke off his attack as Harley reels grasping at his own neck! Damn! Even the strikes are getting pretty nasty here! Now where is the champ going?!

Jaro climbs over the railings into the crowd, many quickly stepping out of the path of the bloodied man. It is then he ducks down, disappearing from view for a moment, that is until he stands up, the hammer that he lost earlier on back in his hands. He vaults over the railings, stalking towards Harlequin who has managed to roll into the ring to give himself some time and space to recover from the throat shot he received.

Stone: Jaro wants to end this!

Foxx: And what better way than with the very weapon he’s managed to make one hell of a career using?

Stone: Jaro is in the ring! He’s going to use the hammer!

Foxx: No shit!

Stone: I’m not sure Harley can dodge! Jaro swings for his face!!! Misses! Harley somehow managed to duck it, and now he’s sending a solid knee into Jaro’s stomach! The hammer is down on the ground! Jaro is doubled over! THE PENANCE!! Harley just hit the Penance on Jaro, making sure he landed down on that hammer!

Foxx: Jaro is down! Jaro is over! The ref is overly eager to count as Harley makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOO!!!!

Stone: Flick out! Harley cannot believe it! He was certain he had this one won! He could just smell the championship belt which lies bloodied in the corner of the ring, a title smeared in his own blood!

Foxx: What will it take…. To kill Jaro?….

Stone: Jaro is a champ for a reason, and everyone knows he excels in one on one competitions, no matter what the stipulation, no matter what the opponent! Harley, or Harlequin, it makes no difference to him!

Foxx: Ooh… stop it, Stone, you’re making me feel flustered over Jaro..

Stone: Harley wants to end this! He’s picking Jaro up again! He is looking for his finisher. He’s setting Jaro up for the Sufferage! A move that has dropped even the best wrestlers in this business! There will be no flicking out after this!

Foxx: No! Jaro is fighting back! A knee to the balls! Followed by a head butt if that wasn’t enough! And Harley is stumbling against the ropes, holding his nose once again! Jaro is reaching for the hammer again! Harley has to stop him!

Harley senses the danger in Jaro, rushing to try and stop the man as he bends down for the hammer. Harley leaps up, looking to dropkick the champion in the back to send him away, but Jaro stands aside, sweeping downwards against the stomach of Harley whilst he is in the air. A loud thud is heard as Harley drops down, he coughs some blood before shouting out in agony as he rolls onto his side before shifting onto his knees, staying curled up as he favours the area which took the brutal impact. The crowd are jeering loudly.

Foxx: Hammer time!

Stone: My god! A brutal shot to the mid section! Harley is down! Jaro… just look at him, he’s beating his chest again, he’s shouting out profanities to the crowd and to the referee who just stares in disbelief! Harley is in the centre of the ring, he’s not moving! I can see some blood pouring from his mouth! He could have a serious internal injury!

Foxx: Can’t touch this…

Stone: Fuck’s sake Foxx! Jaro has that hammer in his hands, he’s using the steel end to cup under Harley’s chin! He’s lifting him up to sit up on his knees! My god, this is just going to be an execution! He’s keeping Harley upright on his knees using that hammer under his jaw! Harley is not even resisting, he’s just staring at Jaro! Jaro see’s Harley can stay up right on his own, he’s taking a step back! He’s got the hammer pulled back!

Jaro takes a step forward, looking to take a full swing at Harley‘s head, looking for full contact. In a surprising turn of events, Harley bursts forwards, rising to his feet to get close to Jaro to avoid the swing, ramming a fist into his stomach. Jaro lowers the hammer, doubling over as Harley pulls his fist away to reveal a studded knuckle duster.

Stone: A knuckle duster! Harley has kept that a secret all match!

Foxx: That was one hell of a fucking trump card to play! Jaro is messed up after that shocking surprise attack! Harley can barely keep his feet, but he’s just taking that hammer from Jaro with ease!

Stone: Harley has Jaro by the hair! Pulling his head back to look him in the eyes! My god! He just spat a goblet of blood all over the champions face! He’s shoved him away! Fucking hell! A hammer shot to the side of Jaro’s head! The man simply crumbles down after a blood splat escaped from his lips! Harley can no longer keep his feet! He twists around and falls to his knees! The hammer has been dropped! Jaro is flat out on his back just behind Harley!

Foxx: If the bastard can just fall backwards now… he can pin Jaro! He just needs to fall backwards! The stupid bastard has got nothing left and he’s swaying on his knees!

Stone: I don’t think he knows where he is! He’s as messed up as Jaro! I can’t see any logic in those eyes of his, he‘s out on his feet, Harley is completely spent… but he manages to fall backwards onto Jaro! The ref is making a pin!

Foxx: ONE! TWO!!! THREEEE!!!! HE’S DONE IT!!!!

There is nothing less of an uproar of cheers as the bell is rang. Both Jaro and Harley lay on the ground, blood coating both men and the surface of the ring.

Stone: Harley has done it! Harley has done what only one other man in the federation has ever done! He has defeated Jaro one on one! But what’s more… he’s managed to claim the ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEWWW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION, HARLEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIINT!!!!

Harley Quint (8.83 aps + 1.5 aps = 10.33 total)
Jaro (8.85 aps + 1.3 avs – 0.1 penalty = 10.05 total)

Foxx: What an insane match! If we were on television with that we’d be off television!

Stone: And Harley Quint is the new Ultraviolent Champion! He’s actually defeated Jaro in a one on one match, he’s destroyed the most evil man in Full Metal Wrestling and he can stand victorious!

Foxx: Harley’s getting to his feet, slowly but surely with the aid of the referee, and that golden belt is now in his hands!

Stone: Harley holds it up high, he’s standing on his own two feet, and listen to the crowd roar!!

The crowd explode into chants of ‘Har-ley Quint! Har-ley Quint!’.

Foxx: Standing on that top turnbuckle must make him feel good, I bet!

Stone: Indeed it will, and what a legend this man is as he now exits the ring. Jaro’s slowly clambering to his feet now, but he looks pissed as all hell!

Foxx: He always looks like that.

Stone: Not like this... he looks downright furious. Raging. Quint walks up the ramp and Jaro scrambles to the rope, he’s asking for a mic...

Foxx: What can he possibly say?

Jaro: YOU!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!! BRING MY GODDAMN CHAMPIONSHIP BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

The crowd boo Jaro heavily as he struggles to keep his footing. Quint just keeps on walking, unfazed by Jaro’s screams of anger.

Jaro: GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE! GET BACK IN THIS GODDAMN RING, RIGHT NOW!!! COME ON!! STEP BACK IN THIS RING, DAMNIT!!

Stone: Harley just keeps on walking... smart move, I’d say.

Harley does in fact keep walking, not hi-fiving fans, not celebrating, not turning around.

Jaro: I SWEAR TO THE FUCKING GREEK PANTHEON, I WILL TEAR YOU APART WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS!!!! I’LL SHRED YOU INTO RIBBONS, QUINT!! GET BACK IN THE RING!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!!

At this, Harley stops. The crowd goes silent as Jaro fumes in the ring. Quint holds his hand out for a microphone and a stagehand runs out, handing it to the bloodied Champion.

Quint: I was expecting you’d react like this, Jason. But it’s over. The match is done. You’ve lost, Jaro.

Jaro: IT’S NOT OVER TILL I FUCKING SAY IT’S OVER!!! GET THE FUCK BACK IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!

Quint: Why? So your goons can ambush me? No. I don’t think so.

Jaro: QUINT, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL HAUNT YOUR EVERY STEP AND MAKE YOU PAY EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!

Quint begins walking, very slowly, back to the ring. The look on his face is one of intensity, and his tone is serious as he speaks, so much so that the crowd does not utter a word.

Quint: You can’t do it, can you? You can’t leave well enough alone. I was content to walk out right here and now, but you push and just keep pushing and pushing... but you’ve pushed me too far, Jason.

Quint stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking Jaro dead in the eyes, both men wearing crimson masks.

Quint: You see, I expected this, Jaro. I expected nothing less, and so I carefully and meticulously planned ahead. You see, good or evil, lawful or chaotic, we all have something that we fear. And that includes you. What do YOU fear, Jaro?

Quint pauses... and then the lights all go out, leaving the arena in total darkness. The crowd is almost buzzing with confusion and anticipation, and then the screen shines to life.

Stone: That’s static! Could it be what I’m thinking? Is it Virus? Is Virus what Jaro fears?

Foxx: That’s not Virus! That’s Harlequin’s sick laugh! Does Jaro fear Harlequin?

There is a pause, then silence. And then the lights come back on.

Stone: IT’S HAVOC! HAVOC ARE IN THE RING, IT’S SYANIDE, HANNIBAL FROST AND HARLEQUIN!!!!

Foxx: JARO FEARS HAVOC!!! THEY’VE GOT HIM SURROUNDED, HOLY SHIT!

The crowd EXPLODE in cheers and Syanide, Frost and Harlequin close in on Jaro in a triangle of doom.

Stone: Jaro doesn’t know what to do... AND HAVOC LAY INTO JARO! THEY’RE GOING AT HIM WITH SOME SURIOUS BLOWS!!! JARO IS GETTING BEATEN DOWN BY HAVOC RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!

Foxx: JARO IS ALREADY BEATEN BUT NOW HE’S GETTING HIS COMEUPPANCE FOR ALL THOSE ATTACKS HE’S ORCHESTRATED! HAVOC HAVE REUNITED AND TONIGHT THEY ARE IN CONTROL!!

Stone: Syanide picks Jaro up by the legs, Frost and Harlequin taking a shoulder each as the trio lift Jaro above their heads... AND THEY PULL HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE MAT, FACE FIRST! JARO’S BLOOD IS STAINING THE MAT AND DEAR GOD ALMIGHTY, HAVOC ARE BACK IN BUSINESS!!!

The crowd chant ‘You fear HavOc! You fear HavOc!’ as Frost, Syanide and Harlequin stand in the ring, holding each other’s arms high, two belts between the three of them. The crowd switch their chants to ‘HavOc! HavOc! HavOc!’ as the trio leave Jaro a bloodied mess in the ring, the EMTS sliding in to collect what remains of him.

Foxx: HavOc are back!

Stone: We’ve got the main event coming up soon but right now I’ve just received word that Commissioner Christian G. Smitten has an urgent announcement from his office!

The screen shines to life with Christian G. Smitten, the Commissioner of FMW, sitting behind his desk, looking official as always.

Smitten: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re all enjoying your bloodbath of an evening. Now, I have an important announcement to be made regarding the immediate future of Full Metal Wrestling. As you may know, since I stepped back from wrestling to take on this more honourable role, the ratings of our divisions have plummeted. Nonetheless, I have devised a solution. Beginning at our next show, 11.1, we will witness the debut of the FMW GAMES!

Smitten: This is not to be taken lightly. Do you remember important announcements such as the formation of Original Sin, then splitting of Anarchy and Alchemy into our divisions? This carries behind it the same weight. At FMW 11.1, it will be Ammunition versus Corruption versus Distortion! And the winner... takes... all.

Gold. Bragging rights. Anything and EVERYTHING is up for grabs in this tournament. Division against division, man against man, colour against colour. Fail to appreciate its significance and every championship could go to one brand while the others languish and become irrelevant.

Interdivisional matches will feature heavily in the next cycle – 11.1, 11.2 and 11.3, with FMW Catalyst as the concluding event. I can’t let you know too many details – that would ruin all the fun – but one division will emerge as the winner... and there is a BIG prize waiting for the victorious division. No matter whether you jerk curtains or you main event every single show, all will be involved. There is no neutrality, no ‘Switzerland’ in the Games. If you aren’t helping your division win, then expect some very angry superstars to be coming your way.

Needless to say, with the FMW Draft coming up? Choose your division wisely. It could make all the difference in the world on whether you are a failure or a success story in Full Metal Wrestling.

I expect I will be seeing you at 11.1 for the opening ceremony of the FMW GAMES. Don’t be late, and enjoy your main event.

Stone: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! The FMW Games, I’m already psyched for it!

Foxx: You don’t even really know what’s on the line, but clearly it’s going to be HUGE!

Stone: And speaking of huge, we’re ready for tonight’s main event!

Foxx: Our company's most coveted prize is on the line! Romeo, the next stage of evolution for FMW, will be up against Tyrant, the old man who's trying to prove he can still cut it.

Stone: That's all you have to say for our World Heavyweight Champion? He's the best in the industry right now!

Foxx: Yeah, yeah.

The crowd erupts in applause as Sheila Blige enters the ring with a mic in hand.

Sheila Blige: This next match is the Main Event, and is for the Full Metal Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers and brings forth Romeo from the back. The lights in the arena shift to a haze of red as he makes his way down the ramp. A steady mix of boos and cheers from the crowd follow this heelish fan favourite down to the ring.

Sheila Blige: Introducing first... weighing in at 240 lbs, from Manhattan, New York... ROOOOMEEEOOOOOO!!!

Romeo climbs into the ring, flashing a smug smile to Sheila, and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Red sparks begin to fall from the rafters, creating a dazzling light show in the ring.

Stone: And folks, I don't think I've seen a more determined Romeo than right here and right now.

Foxx: Tyrant's reign as champion is over. It's time to usher in the new era of FMW!

Romeo's music dies down and is immediately replaced with "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth. Boos rain down from the crowd as Tyrant makes his way out of the back with his trusty nightstick in hand and the World Title around his waist.

Sheila Blige: And making his way to the ring, weighing in at 315 lbs, from Marietta, Georgia... the FMW World Heavyweight Champion... TYYRRRAAAANNNTTT!!!!!

Tyrant enters the ring, all determination, and hands his title to the referee. The ref holds it up for the crowd to see as Blige exits the ring and both wrestlers take to their corners. Tyrant sets his nightstick on the ring apron as the ref calls for the bell.

Stone: The ref is calling for the bell... and we are off!

Foxx: Romeo is striking off with a quickness!

Stone: No lock up here as Romeo is pushing Tyrant back into his corner with jab after jab.

Foxx: Tyrant's too old to keep up.

Stone: Romeo pulls Tyrant out of the corner... suplex into the center of the ring! Romeo is now railing on the downed Tyrant with kicks to the shoulder.

Romeo backs away as the referee intervenes and smooths himself back into a calm. He smiles, all smug confidence, and raises his hand to the crowd. The smarks cheer, leaving the other crowd members to protest with boos.

Stone: Tyrant's back up, and it looks like we'll finally have a tie up.

Foxx: Don't bet on it.

Stone: They're lurching forward... and Tyrant comes away with a clothesline! Romeo goes down!

Foxx: Tyrant waits in the wings...

Stone: Romeo goes down again! Tyrant's taking advantage and he's locking in a sleeper hold...

Foxx: Romeo's fighting it... but damn it, that's locked in there good.

Boos rain down from the crowd as Tyrant locks it in tighter.

Stone: The referee is checking on Romeo, and Tyrant lets go of the hold! He's telling the crowd that age is NOT a factor!

Foxx: It's obviously just about how much of an asshole you are.

Stone: Tyrant's going back, but Romeo strikes back with a forearm to the temple! Tyrant's reeling back... another forearm! Another forearm! Another- Tyrant blocks! A massive throat thrust sends Romeo to the mat!!

Foxx: I believe we've found our next spokesperson for Viagra.

Stone: Tyrant's going for Romeo once again... and he locks in another sleeper hold! Tyrant's laughing now!

Foxx: He's caught up in trying to live up to this industry's expectations. It's gotten to him.

Stone: Thanks for the diagnosis. Back to the ring, Romeo is fading fast. The referee has the arm. It drops once! It drops twice!

Foxx: Romeo is fighting back!

Stone: The crowd is with Romeo as he gets to his feet. Tyrant is struggling to hold on... and Romeo drops him with a chin breaker! Tyrant is reeling and Romeo capitalizes with a DDT! Our first pin of the night! One!

Foxx: Two!

Stone: Tyrant kicks out! It wasn't so much the pain that kept him down, but the surprise of the comeback.

Foxx: Romeo is full of those.

Romeo nods, expecting the kick out, and gets to his feet. He stands, dissecting the situation, and waits for Tyrant to get to a knee.

Stone: He's running for a shining wizard, but Tyrant blocks with a gut shot! Romeo doubles over and an uppercut sends him on his back!

Foxx: I don't think Tyrant knows how to die.

Stone: He certainly isn't giving up. He's got Romeo up... throat thrust! Romeo is reeling!

Foxx: Tyrant is sending him to the ropes...

Stone: Romeo on the rebound... and a vicious big boot FLIPS HIM END OVER END!! ROMEO WAS JUST BEHEADED!!

Tyrant stumbles back after the boot and falls against the ropes, breathing heavily.

Stone: The crowd is going insane, but Tyrant can't capitalize!

Foxx: Romeo isn't even moving. This doesn't look good at all...

Tyrant finally makes it back to his feet and shuffles over to Romeo.

Stone: Tyrant has Romeo by the neck, he's setting up for something, but Romeo slips out! OMERTA!!! That double underhook facebuster just PLANTED Tyrant right on the mat!! Neither man will give an inch here tonight!

Foxx: Romeo will NOT let that title slip away tonight!

Stone: The ref has started the count... One! Two! Three! Four!

Foxx: Both men are beginning to stir...

Stone: Five! Six! Seven!

Foxx: Both Tyrant and Romeo are on their feet! Er, kinda...

Both men stand woozily facing each other. The crowd rises up with anticipation as fists are curled by both Tyrant and Romeo.

Stone: Tyrant throws a right hand... it connects!

Foxx: Romeo returns it!

Stone: Tyrant!

Foxx: Romeo!

Stone: Tyrant- Wait! Romeo ducks! And a clothesline at the ropes sends both men crashing down outside the ring!!

Both Romeo and Tyrant hit the floor hard, each one taking heaving breaths.

Stone: Both men are worn down. Each one giving it their all.

Foxx: I'm surprised either one of them has lasted this long. This is truly the pinnacle of sports entertainment.

After pausing for as long as legally allowed, the referee starts the count.

Stone: One! Two! Three!

Foxx: Romeo is getting to his feet...

Stone: So is Tyrant, but he's using the ring apron just to keep himself up!

Foxx: Five! Six! Wait, who the... it's Faith! Faith is walking down towards the ring!!!

The referee stops the count as he notices Faith making her way to the ring. He motions for her to leave, but instead, she stops at the base of the ramp.

Stone: The referee isn't even paying attention to the match anymore...

Foxx: This won't end well...

Stone: Tyrant has that nightstick... and Romeo doesn't see it! Romeo gets the nightstick right between the eyes! That man is out!!

Foxx: Effin' tartar sauce!

The crowd boos heavily as Tyrant manages to roll Romeo back in the ring. His body lifelessly follows Tyrant's orders.

Stone: And now the ref turns back... GREAT TIMING.

Foxx: Sarcasm aside... Tyrant is GOING FOR THE PIN!

Stone: ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOO!!! LAST SECOND KICKOUT BY ROMEO!!

Foxx: And FMW is saved!

Tyrant bashes his fists against the mat, frustration taking hold.

Stone: Tyrant is turning his attention towards Faith... LETHAL STARE DOWN!!!

The crowd rallies behind Faith with never ending chants of her name.

Stone: I think the building is about to come down.

Foxx: And so is tyranny! Romeo is up!

Stone: He's taking advantage! A School Boy has Tyrant caught off guard! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY TYRANT!!!

Foxx: And Father Time just can't take the hint! Romeo has this thing won!

Tyrant, rage surfacing in his eyes, catches Romeo on a knee and delivers his second big boot of the night.

Stone: Three times now Romeo has been decked right between the eyes! Tyrant slowly drops down and... he's going for the pin!

Foxx: The referee is running to find a position...

Stone: But Faith snatches a leg! The ref just smacked the back of his head against the mat! He's unconscious!

Faith slides into the ring and stares down at Tyrant, who's still waiting on the count. After a few moments, Tyrant stands.

Stone: THE SEQUEL TO LETHAL STAREDOWN!!!

Foxx: But the runtime on this one is a tad shorter...

Stone: Tyrant doesn't see it... low blow from Romeo!!

Tyrant begins to fall, but Romeo keeps him standing. He smiles at Faith and gestures to her father's head.

Stone: Oh no, not this way...

Foxx: I think that's exactly how it's going to happen.

Stone: Romeo's backing up... and FAITH BEHEADS TYRANT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE TO THE TEMPLE!!!!!

Foxx: The big man is out! There's just no getting up after that.

Romeo smiles as he sees that Tyrant isn't getting back up. His gaze drifts over to Faith, who is staring down at her father.

Stone: This father/daughter grudge has backfired in the worst way possible for Tyrant. His reign as champion is actually over...

Foxx: Romeo doesn't seem to be too broken up over it.

Stone: It's because he's loving every second of this. He's gesturing for the referee, but FAITH DELIVERS THE SECOND ROUNDHOUSE KICK OF THE NIGHT!!! ROMEO IS OUT COLD!!!

Faith flicks her gaze between both men, before grabbing Tyrant by the arm. She struggles, but finally manages to get the big man on top of Romeo.

Stone: Faith is leaving the ring... the referee is coming around... and we have a count! ONE! TWO! THREE! IT'S OVER!

Foxx: I don't believe it!!!

Sheila Blige:Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL the FMW World Heavyweight Champion... TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRAAANNNTT!!!!

TyranT (8.88 aps + 2.0 avs = 10.88 total)
Romeo (8.45 aps + 1.1 avs = 9.55 total)

"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth hits for the second time as Sheila Blige stands at ringside. Faith begins to back up the ramp, never taking her glaring eyes off the ring as Tyrant begins to wake.

Stone: Faith never ceases to amaze me. Tyrant put up a great fight, had it won, and was then almost derailed by his daughter!

Foxx: Then she turns right back around and gives him the win! What gives? Seriously.

Tyrant, still prone on the mat, is handed the World Title. He clutches it to himself and watches as Faith continues to back up the ramp before holding the title high in the air to a chorus of boos.

Stone: What an end to Lethal Injection! What a night it’s been! TyranT is walking out as the retaining World Heavyweight Champion! Thankyou for joining us! I’m Stone!

Foxx: And I’m Foxx! Don’t miss the next cycle of FMW, where the FMW GAMES will be taking place! Tune in to the FMW Draft special as well! We’ll see you soon!

And we are DONE. Major kudos to all my staff etc etc etc. More comments to come later, but you can feel free to post at will now

TWO BIG THINGS:

Harley Quint DOES NOT wear face paint. Harley Quint should not be depicted as such. Sorry to sound angry about it, but this is something I did not want happening.

I didn't even read the last match, and hell most of my match because I scrolled down to comment.

DOES NOT WEAR FACE PAINT. Harley should still be depicted as clean cut. The use of the face paint in my promo was symbolic, not indicative of the future.

Secondly, Frost was robbed of a real title win. Too much Skyler in the match, and major diminishment of the championships value and a bad start to the champ's reign.


Now, onto others:

BIG CONGRATS to Hannibal for finally getting that championship! Wooo AB TITLE!!

I loved the Harley/Jaro match, despite my above mentioned point stated.

Kaoru was dominant. DGS is going to be an awesome mainstay.

Big up to Ty for retaining, huge match!

OOC:

-> I have to agree with the second point Clarke made. It was shaping up to be a classic (really did enjoy it taking all of the people to put down Sy-Sy) but the ending was rushed and the wrong man looked like a winner in Skyler over Frost. Leon and Skyler could've had a nice back and forth which ended with Leon pinning, and that could've been followed by a Frost/Caprice exchange. However, yay to you Frost. Here's hoping for a prosperous reign for you, one that lasts longer than 20 days.

-> The UV title match was a wicked brawl but may have been too action packed. I'm sure I missed some things while reading it. Nevertheless, congrats to Harley on his second reign and HAVOC!

-> Should I be excited for the FMW Games? We'll shall see!

-> Crow had a valiant effort but it's Drew Michaels. But I do have an idea of Drew's next defense.

-> Yay I won. Kinda feel for Abel as he did have the higher promo but I know first-hand that it happens. Loved the fan interaction at the start and the Orton-esque end for RCA.

-> PX and CxC for a rematch, por favor.

-> Celt pulls another one out. Good for him.

-> Yikes, Virus was robbed like a mother fucker.

-> Dammit Mark, one tough break after another. We've got to get that boy a win. Bryson has a nice return.

-> Pretty good ending to the main event. Kinda sucks to see Ro blown out of the water as he was. Still, the Faith/TyranT angle is interesting.

-> Not much to say about the Kaoru/Kelson match. Kaoru really got over as a strong, silent monster heel tonight. If this is it Kelson, I'll miss you as a competitor.

Overall, the show had a good start but the last three matches were a slight letdown upon first go. Maybe a re-read is in order. Either way, good stuff and well done on a very very solid show. Onward.

OOC:

YAAAAYYY! I won!

Congrats to myself are in order. But seriously, everyone did a great job this go around. Staff, promoers alike.

Big congrats to Harley. Havoc has certainly gotten off to a great start.

As for the cons of this show, I didn't really find any match or segment lacking in awesomeness. Although, the face paint harley thing was definitely a big misunderstanding. I could definitely see how his promo made it seem like the face paint was making a comeback. Had I not known and had I wrote that match, I probably would've made the same mistake.

As for my match, I feel like I can't bitch about the ending as I did win. My only bitching is that with almost every match I'm in, I'm overlooked in some way. Yes, I do get my time to shine, but when it comes down to it... I never really get a good focus. Which I can see for some matches. But, maybe this one was too cluttered with leon, Skyler, and Frost all in it. Leon and Sky are at each other's throats, Frost wants to be at Sky's throat... so it's kind of hard to choose which angle gets the focus. As for the ending, I can roll with Skyler ruining Leon's chance at winning the title. And since Skyler is moving on to the world title scene(which he rightfully should), his character shouldn't have been demolished or made to seem weak.

As for Frost's beef with Skyler, I feel this was actually a good thing that it was unresolved. Cause, in due time, I'll make my way to the world title scene and I'm sure I'll cross paths with ya, Skyler.

The FMW Games has me very intrigued. Great way to branch out and let everyone have a swing at one another. I know there are a few folks I've wanted to test my mettle against that I haven't gotten the chance to.

Anyway, all in all, a great show. FMW gets ten times more interesting with every cycle and this one was no exception. On to the next!!

Ah yes...yes, yes, yes.

You know, I almost forgot to address the events of Lethal Injection, with my San Jose Sharks now up 2-0 over the Detroit Red Wings. But now with that game wrapped up, I can speak to you.


Good evening, class. Tonight's lecture will be pretty short so take quick notes.

Abel Steele said that he would shut me up and that his justice would be doled out upon me. Well, last I checked he failed his exam. After he gave the good old college try, I eventually leveled him with the SJS 2 on the outside of the ring. I was going to let him hold his head high and be counted out, but no...he refused to learn the lesson and chose to continue with a test that he had clearly failed. So I gave him his Moment of Clarity and pinned him...1, 2, 3.

It was that simple.

So what is tonight's lesson? When Mr. Austin, the Student of the Game himself, gives you an out it would behoove you to take it. Failure to do so only results in the Moment of Clarity that embraces your unconscious carcass while opening the eyes to the truth and understanding that your minds have suffered from lacking all this time.

You've been warned. Class Dismissed.

P.S.: Frost, well done. Carry the Abandoned belt with pride and class for if I do decide to relieve you of that belt (which I've had my eye on for quite some time now), I would like you to have carved a great legacy with it.

Hannibal Frost wrote:

As for my match, I feel like I can't bitch about the ending as I did win. My only bitching is that with almost every match I'm in, I'm overlooked in some way. Yes, I do get my time to shine, but when it comes down to it... I never really get a good focus. Which I can see for some matches. But, maybe this one was too cluttered with leon, Skyler, and Frost all in it. Leon and Sky are at each other's throats, Frost wants to be at Sky's throat... so it's kind of hard to choose which angle gets the focus. As for the ending, I can roll with Skyler ruining Leon's chance at winning the title. And since Skyler is moving on to the world title scene(which he rightfully should), his character shouldn't have been demolished or made to seem weak.

Bullshit, Hannibal. When you mentioned before you felt overlooked, I didnt agree, but right now I agree completely.

Skyler, it seems to me, has gone out of his way to make it seem like the abandoned championship is trash and beneath him, and that this win is more about skyler wanting to move forward than Hannibal earning a victory. It happened at the end of that match and it happened in skylers comment in the voting and promo thread. Its tarnished the entire reputation of the Abandoned title and Sykler himself, in my opinion. We all joke around about people having egos and we all poke fun at each other, etc. etc but this is a new level that I havent seen in FMW since steve.

Hannibal might not want to stir the pot, but that doesnt mean nobody should.

Quite frankly, its rediculous.

Relieve me of it?

I just got the damned thing.

And the whole reason for my second tour through FMW is to rectify my mistakes of the past. One of those mistakes happens to be my first title reign. I know, "if you could even call it a reign". I'm taking this one with me. It deserves to be elevated to the top of the company.

Of course, having the Abandoned Champion run all over a name like Chris Austin... certainly would elevate the status of that title. And since I really have problems with the self centered, egotistical little shit stain you've become, I certainly won't mind breaking my foot off in your ass.

And remember to tread carefully...

Havoc is back.


EDIT::

OOC: As for Bryson's comment, I'm not going to say anything until I've heard what Skyler has to say about it.

One: I said "if"

Two: Hanny, we've had our issues in the past and since I am in a good mood I am trying to be nice about this. But I really do not appreciate the tone of a new champion whose neck may or may not be fully healed.

I like you, bro. I truly do. I'd like to see a person like yourself have a prosperous reign. Don't jeopardize that just because you may not like what I am and you have "backup" so you can say what you feel.

RCA wrote:

-> Crow had a valiant effort but it's Drew Michaels. But I do have an idea of Drew's next defense.

Ya?

If the multitude feel that way, I'm quite happy to resign as head writer.

However, Nick Bryson, that is FUCKING BULLSHIT.

After the last time I went through the IC 'it's beneath me' thing, I decided I wasn't going to look at it any more. I defended that belt FOUR TIMES, and specifically looked to be known as the guy who embodied that belt, and that I'd wait my turn for the World Title. Frost said up above that I'm moving on to that scene? I don't want to. I have no desire to be fighting for the World Title right now. I'm actually more interested in putting on a good fight with Leon, and I'd hoped to do it for the Abandoned Title, but alas Frosty won it (and absolute congratulations to you good sir for doing so, I hold no grudge against you and you know I've always loved your stuff from the moment you joined us).

There's a HUGE difference between EXPECTING to lose the match and WANTING to lose the match. I think it's completely fair, given the circumstances, that I expected to lose the Abandoned Title. I was in a six man elimination chamber with five very talented writers, two to three of whom I consider better writers than myself. I'd defended the belt four times already, held ANOTHER belt alongside it, and had a great feud going for me with Leon. It was natural that people wouldn't vote for me, many other people commented the same thing - that it was time for me to move on from the title. Which it was, I stand by that. I don't want a World Title push right now though, I have no problem saying that. Hell, I'd be content to lose the tag titles - I've gotten really into my current storyline and am enjoying it as both a writer and a friend of Leon's.

I will absolutely apologise for the way I wrote the match. I did not consciously write myself into a bigger role, nor did I consciously write Hannibal's role in it down. Jaro gave me the rundown and asked Leon and myself to enter first and second, so of course there was going to be a lot of Skyler and Leon in this match. That doesn't excuse my mistake, however, in not giving Hannibal a bigger part. By the time Syanide entered in sixth I'd already reached ten pages on word and was running out of space, hence why I made the last progression of events as they happened (alongside my remembering of the Elimination Chamber ending with Carlito/Chris Masters/John Cena, which is what inspired the sequence).

I will apologise thoroughly and give all due respect to Hannibal Frost, who promoed his ass off to beat a solid competition in Caprice, Syanide, Dunnwood and myself. If it would please him, and everyone else, that I re-write the ending of the match, then I will do so - I shamefully left it until last minute and that was why it was not posted earlier, because I had not written the match and did a 12am rush job of it. I was trying to work in a number of angles, and actually was willing to leave it where it was because Frost capitalising on an illegal Striker move would lead to a continuation of their grievances with each other further down the track - not for the Abandoned Title, but for anything. I love Snowman, no homo, and think we could run a great program at some point.

Like I said, I'll thoroughly apologise, will re-write the match ending if people believe it would be better that way and will step down as head writer if the masses think I'm running this show to fuel my own ego.

Nonetheless, Nick, while I usually respect you and what you've got to say? Don't call me the next Steve when I love this federation and would willingly give up so much of my time for it without asking anything in return. I have no apology to give to you, because what you're saying now is bullshit.

ToastErr wrote:

RCA wrote:

-> Crow had a valiant effort but it's Drew Michaels. But I do have an idea of Drew's next defense.

Ya?

Edit:

IC: Easy goes there Kaoru-san. After I'm done tor...I mean teaching that referee his proper place, I'm going right back after Drew Michaels. You can wait your turn.

ToastErr wrote:

Gabriel Crow wrote:

ToastErr wrote:

RCA wrote:

-> Crow had a valiant effort but it's Drew Michaels. But I do have an idea of Drew's next defense.

Ya?

Edit:

IC: Easy goes there Kaoru-san. After I'm done tor...I mean teaching that referee his proper place, I'm going right back after Drew Michaels. You can wait your turn.

I believe you're the one who just had his turn.

Back of the line you go.

You're absolutely right, Kaoru-san, and I've not even started yet. I wasn't pinned or made to submit. I didn't lose. The referee gave Michaels the victory. Like I said, I'm still the number one contender.

OOC: Sky, no one wants you to resign as HW. I know I don't. I will say that judging by your promo (which I did enjoy), I could tell that you expected to lose and had seemingly become resigned with it. My main grievance truly lies in that it can be said that Frost didn't actually "win" the belt yet had it handed to him by you, as I for one figured some nice HBK/Taker esque final battles could've went down, I know Leon and Skyler called for it. Kinda does devalue the title since there was no real battle over it. But since you and Leon haven't begun to truly feud according to you I can see how that was skipped.

ToastErr wrote:

You're absolutely right. How silly of me. Being kneed into a lifeless state is much better than being made to pin or submit.

IC: And yet I had the presence of mind to use your interruption to lay out Drew Michaels cold in the ring.

:shakes his head a few times: Just like new....

OOC: Crow then proceeds to pass the fuck out after the camera stops rolling.

ToastErr wrote:

Yes. The presence of mind to lay there semi-conscious.

Meanwhile, I had time to...

1) Help Mr. Michaels to the ground
2) Get handcuffed by police
3) Get escorted out of the arena.

...after which, you got up and attacked a weakened Drew.

Yes, you sure did recover "quickly."

If we're actually keeping score, Michaels had just finished his match with me where I'd done of lot of work on him. Can you blame me for doing the same fuckin' thing you did? You waited for your opportunity, I used the one you created.

OOC: Kaoru, it'd be sweet to work a program with you. But we'll see what happens with this new gimmick they've got for the 11. cycle.

And with that...

I welcome you all to the bitter reality that is realization.

I would really appreciate it if you picked an argument.

A second ago, you were saying that you merrily skipped back up after Drew caved in your nose with his knees, hence you are still the number one contender.

Now it's you "doing a lot of work on him" for my attack? Quite right. You did enough work to lose. And you're also right in that I probably shouldn't blame you for your own inferiority.

Like I said: Back of the line.

OOC: WE GOT BEEF, GABE. WE...GOT...BEEF.