Alchemy 8.2 - RESULTS

Stone: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD evening everybody! I’m Stone, sitting alongside my broadcast partner Foxx to deliver edition 8.2 of FMW Alchemy!

Foxx: Good to be here, as usual – this economic crisis is being a bitch but as long as I’ve got my job, everything’s a-okay!

Stone: Let’s get straight into-

Spruance: WHOA! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the music, hold the entrances, hold everything!

Too a severe set of jeers from the crowd, Trey Spruance emerges from the curtain, microphone in hand. He speaks as he walks to the ring.

Spruance: Right. I’ve been wrestling for a few years now. As far as I know, I’m one of the vets here. The only people who’ve been here longer are Wraith – who walked out on me last show. But I’m not mad. He’s a vet, and like me, he doesn’t get the respect he deserves. I sympathise with the guy.

Spruance slides into the ring, quite pissed off.

Spruance: The other man was my partner last time and my opponent tonight, ‘Mass Caesar’. But I have no respect for him. And instead of grinning and bearing it, he decides to pander to you pathetic ingrates.

The crowd boo harshly at Trey’s judgment but he ignores them.

Spruance: He decides to entertain you by being someone he isn’t. Why? Because he couldn’t earn your respect as Mass Chaos. He had to become Mass Caesar because you’d even take notice! But I won’t do that. I’m what I say I am, standing in front of you, honest and open. I won’t change for your applause or your approval. Tonight, I prove that neither does Chaos. And when I beat him, he drops this ‘Caesar’ act and becomes regular, boring Mass Chaos. And you realise you never liked him, you just liked the circus show he put on.

Stone: That seems a bit harsh.

Foxx: He’s right, damnit! The veterans should be respect for the fact that they ARE veterans!

Spruance: You think we’re your puppets? Tonight I prove different. Tonight, I make a stand for the veterans who deserve better treatment than you give us, and from what the other so-called ‘superstars’ in the back give us.

“The Might of Rome” by Hans Zimmer begins to blare through the arena as a Roman carriage holding Mass Caesar is pulled down the ramp by several slaves. The escort follows, consisting of Mercury and a bunch of slaves designated to restraining the fully grown caged lion on wheels with thick chains.

Stone: Looks like Mass Caesar has had enough! Look at him shouting at Spruance!

Caesar: ET TU, SPRUANCE?

Stone: Think he knows what it means?

Foxx: Of course not.

Sheila Blige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Go Rome or Go Home Match! If Trey Spruance wins, Mass Caesar must give up his Roman lifestyle, and if Mass Caesar wins, Trey Spruance will become one of his servants! Weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds and hailing from the great city of Rome, Italy. This is MASS CAESAR!

Foxx: A lion... that’s too far.

Stone: It is quite a sight to see, although it looks rather agitated. And besides, it was only a few shows ago that you said you loved the lion.

As Mass Caesar does his honourable lap of the ring, the crowds cheer. The lion, however, is not too happy in its cage, and as one of the servants tries to get too close and poke it with a stick, the lion reaches out and...

Stone: OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! THE LION JUST MAULED THAT FREAKING SERVANT!!

Foxx: Like I said. Too far. What a sad, pathetic wash-up.

The servants try to calm the lion and eventually Mercury pulls out a button and the lion is shocked electrically, collapsing to the floor of the cage. EMTs rush down to get the servant on a stretcher, but Caesar grabs a mic and halts them.

Mass Caesar: No, no, no! Leave him be. That body is bound to me by name. His body shall prove to be an example to the plebeian Spruance. If you are one of my slaves, no help or benefits. Now, leave him by the ramp.

Both EMTs look up to Caesar to be greeted by an incensed expression, after a few moments and words between the EMTs they leave the Servant and anxiously make their way up the ramp.

Foxx: Shit, they just left that guy just resting against the ramp, and he's missing like half of his stomach... I’d hate to be one of Caesar’s servants.

Stone: Well, Spruance could be one of those tonight.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds and coming to you from Eureka, California. This is TREY SPRUANCE!

Stone: And there’s the bell, time to see which of these two men are going go to have their wrestling career changed forever!

Foxx: Should be obvious. Caesar is trying to make up for his wrestling skills by bringing a lion.

Stone: That’s a trump card for sure?

Foxx: I just want to see the vets get their due respect.

Stone: Spruance ignores the call for a tie up and bounces of the ropes running straight for Caesar. Caesar swings out an arm but Spruance ducks underneath it. He goes off the other ropes and nails Caesar with a bulldog!

Foxx: Interesting start to this match, eh? Told you I knew who was going to win.

Stone: I think he just wanted to get him down quickly as Spruance is really laying into Caesar with those stomps to the lower back.

Foxx: Look at Mercury, all those arm actions, he looks like he’s wrestling in this match, go little guy.

Stone: That he does, but remember that if Caesar loses then that’s it, Mercury will be out of a job.

Foxx: From a servant to a bum, could make a best seller out of that.

Stone: Spruance stops the kicks now and grabs Caesar by the hair. He pulls him to a level base and Irish whips him into the ropes. Beautifully executed drop kick by Spruance and Mass rolls to the outside from the impact.

Foxx: The lion’s asleep, he can’t even unleash it! Pathetic.

Stone: Trey follows him to the outside. Caesar still recuperating, Trey approached him from behind and executes a near perfect German suplex. After finishing the manoeuvre Spruance lifts Mass and rolls him into the ring. Spruance follows him and lunges with a dropkick to the skull, Mass doesn’t look good here. Trey goes for the pin, one, two, THR-NO!

Foxx: Caesar kicks out, Spruance can’t believe it, Mercury and the servants erupt in a cheer for Caesar, only to be drowned out by the cheers of the crowd! This match should be over!

Stone: Well it’s not, Caesar is still alive and still in contention to win this match!

Foxx: Spruance is weakening him, it’ll happen!

Stone: Ahh, yeah. Spruance is arguing with the referee about the count, he thinks it was slow.

Foxx: He’s demanding his due respect from the ref, he has every right to!

Stone: Caesar is slowly getting back to his feet and Spruance is still arguing with the referee. Caesar grabs him by the shoulders and rocks him with a huge right hand. He catches Spruance on the rebound with hard right uppercut that has Trey’s head spinning.

Foxx: Caesar continuing the assault with a body slam as he throws Spruance down and follows that with a knee drop the stomach.

Stone: I think Mass Caesar wants to fly as he jumps straight to the top rope and turns around.

Foxx: All of his servants are chanting his name, Caesar stands up! Damnit!

Stone: Caesar jumps and nails a HUGE LEG DROP straight to the neck of Spruance, he might have broken his neck with that impact.

Foxx: I haven’t seen someone get that choked since the time I did it with Rihanna.

Stone:.......

Foxx: What, I can’t brag about my achievements?

Stone: I’m going to forget you ever said that. Caesar with the cover!

Foxx: One... two...

Stone: NO! Spruance with a kick out after the two count, but it doesn’t look Caesar is going to let him catch his breath.

Foxx: Caesar has some momentum going his way, but he’s going down... I predict it!

Stone: I have to disagree with you, the longer this match goes the more it becomes more luck than wrestling, you have to pick your time and place. Caesar has Spruance up now, he’s lifting up onto his shoulders. It looks like he’s calling for the end right now as he begins to spin!

Foxx: Caesar has opened his merry-go-round.

Stone: Yeah, the cost is slavery for life. Caesar finally stops spinning with Spruance on his shoulders and lifts him! IDES OF MARCH! This match may be done! One! Two! THRE-NO! I was sure he had it there!

Foxx: Spruance has life yet! He’s a veteran, he knows what he’s doing!

Stone: Caesar is furious, he had this match won and he knows it. Wait, what’s he doing?

Foxx: Something crazy?

Stone: I think so... he’s going back up to the turnbuckle, what’s next? Caesar leaps and connects with a knee drop to the neck!

Foxx: Come on, Trey! You’re better than this freak!

Stone: Trey has indeed showed a lot of courage here and is finally stirring from that last hit, he somehow manages to get to his knees.

Foxx: Because he’s a pro at this game! He knows every trick in the book! Nick Bryson is just unlucky that Spruance was never given the opportunity to be World Champion!

Stone: The referee’s checking on Spruance, who tries to block Caesar from getting to him through the ref.

Foxx: But look at Trey, he can barely stand and Caesar manages to get around the ref and picks Trey up in another fireman’s carry! He’s trying for the Ides of March again.

Stone: But wait, SPRUANCE COUNTERS!!! DDT! LOOK AT CAESAR, HE’S OUT!

Foxx: Caesar topples over like the late Julius Caesar being stabbed again.

Stone: Spruance is still woozy, but he is back to his feet and standing right next to Caesar!

Foxx: Caesar stands and gets nailed by the SPRUANCE DANCE! Spruance just suplexed him to the ground, but Caesar’s neck caught the bottom rope! Yes! It’s done!

Stone: Caesar immediately grabs his neck and is rolling around in immense pain! Spruance might have the win here! ONE!

Stone: TWO!

Foxx: THREE! YES! YES! YES!

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

Trey Spruance (7.8 aps + 1.9 avs = 9.7 total)
Mass Caesar (7.53 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.4 avs = 7.73 total)

"Becoming" begins to play once more as Trey rolls from the ring. Pointing back at Caesar, as he slowly backs up the ramp to the boos of the crowd, they want to see Caesar again. Looking elsewhere, Caesar’s entire escort particularly Mercury are beside themselves, they are out of a job and none of them are happy about that, except maybe the mauled guy. Even the now awake but calm lion looks distraught.

Foxx: There’s the victory the veteran deserves! Trey really earned this victory tonight and now we should start to see a change of pace for men like himself and Wraith!

Stone: Caesar put up a good fight, but I think you’re being a little obsessive... Trey may be a veteran but he should have achieved far more by now.

Caesar still hasn’t gotten off the mat when the referee comes to check on him. Caesar holds his hand to his neck as he signals for a mic to be passed to him.

Stone: Looks like Caesar isn’t quite happy with the outcome.

Foxx: Be quiet! I want to hear this jerk say his goodbyes.

While this is happening, a mic is presented to Caesar who takes some time to recuperate, breathing quite heavily and looking a little teary.

Mass Caesar: No, no, no, It shall not end this way. I SHALL NOT give up my duty as emperor to some low-life SCUM! I shall never leave the Romans, my people, my countrymen! I cannot leave them unprotected!

Trey looks on, only slightly remorseful, mouthing ‘It had to be done, Chaos’.

Mass Caesar: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You cannot say that to me! You cannot believe that I will no longer be the Roman Emperor! I have a legacy to continue and I shall move forth from here, you heathen!

By this time Trey has stopped his ascent up the ramp, mic in hand.

Trey Spruance: It’s just sad what’s happened here, man. Your mind is so far gone... you’re demented. Get the hell out of here.

Mass Caesar: Say that to my lion, you pleb!

Trey Spruance: I can’t believe you actually think the words that are coming out of your mouth are true. Someone get down here.

Mass Caesar: I shall not stop, for I AM MASS CAESAR, ROMAN EMPEROR!! YOU WILL BOW!

Caesar’s escort look on at him from the top of the ramp, hesitating in their departure for some hope. A few seconds later, two men in white coats come down the ramp and roll into the ring with Caesar standing in the center.

Mass Caesar: BACK OFF! Servants! Deliver to me the Trident of Blood! I shall SLAUGHTER you white devils!

By this time one of the men has produced a straitjacket and together with the other man they jump upon Caesar taking him down. Seconds pass as the crowd boo, until the camera can clearly see Caesar strapped in the jacket, unable to move. With that the two men begin to carry Caesar out of the ring, up the ramp and backstage, with the amused Spruance in tail, a hideous grin on his face.

Stone: That’s appalling. No-one should have the right to run him out of the company.

Foxx: What a pathetic showman. Caesar deserves to be locked up. You heard him, he thinks he’s Caesar!

Stone: All the servants, Mercury and even the lion are watching Caesar as he’s dragged out, they don’t know what to do now.

Foxx: They can come serve me. I could do with some house cleaners.

[alc]We go to the parking lot area where a recently arrived Saint Michael Dreamkiller is walking through the arena with his pet monster X. As always, SMD walks around as though he owns the place, and given his declarations he very well may soon. After a moment a Action Jackson runs up beside them.

Jackson: Saint Michael Dreamkiller, can I ask you a few questions please?

The pet and owner continue on as though they don’t even hear the man as he keeps in step next to them, pleading with them to answer a few simple questions.

Jackson: The people need to know, why are you here?!

Dreamkiller and X come to a halt as SMD reaches over and grabs the microphone from Jackson’s surprised hands.

SMD: You want to know why we are here? To make life difficult for anyone I please, specifically Rampage. And I will continue to do so until Dante Jones gives me what I want.

Dropping the microphone Saint Michael and his pet quickly head off into the arena.[/alc]

[alc]The scene cuts backstage to Chris Austin, who stands alone on the interview set.

Chris Austin: It’s been a hell of a ride, hey? The past few months have been bumpy. I began as a relative unknown, then I broke the glass ceiling by entering the Elimination Chamber. Since then, I’ve won the Hayabusa Cup, been assaulted by a monster and his puppet master, and been betrayed by a man who was the closest thing I had to a best friend in this company.

And now I stand here on Alchemy with destiny staring me in the face. I’m just over an hour away from my chance to go to Ultimatum and main event this company’s biggest show of the year. And all these senseless attacks, these ruthless betrayals, the emotions I’ve contorted, twisted and mangled on this crazy ride? They won’t mean a damn thing. All that will matter is that I will have achieved the thing I set out to do when I first arrived.

Austin closes in on the camera, his eyes intense.

Chris Austin: Become the Full Metal Champion.

The camera cuts back to the ring with the shot of Austin’s intensity lingering.[/alc]

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty two pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California, this is ANTWAN TURNER!

The wrestler in the ring, one of the newest members of the Alchemy roster, raises his arms to the crowd. He gets a lukewarm reception since not too many already know who he is. Suddenly, “Prayer” by Disturbed begins to blare throughout the arena.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent, hailing from San Diego, California and weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy two pounds, he is “The Main Event”, this is MATT FORD!

Foxx: I like the look of this kid.

Stone: You would, just listen to the crowd boo the hell out of him.

Foxx: They just don’t recognize talent the way I do.

Matt Ford continues to make his way down the ramp and into the ring much to the displeasure of the crowd. After rolling in and climbing the turnbuckles, he jumps to the corner and paces back and forth, his eyes never leaving Turner.

Foxx: Just look at the intensity in his eyes, the way he stalks like a lion waiting for his prey. This kid’s going to be huge here, Stone, just you watch.

Stone: Well before he becomes huge, he’s going to have to overcome fellow Alchemy rookie Antwan Turner, no easy task.

Foxx: Says you.

Stone: And there’s the bell, both men come out and Ford calls for a test of strength.

Foxx: Smart man there, Antwan is giving up a lot in the weight department and would be a fool to accept here.

Stone: And it looks like Burner is going to take the smart route and not oblige the larger man. Wait, Ford going nuts pointing out into the crowd, he’s screaming “X”!

Foxx: X IS HERE!

Stone: The referee is at the ropes looking and Burner has his back turned. LOW BLOW!

Foxx: What a beautiful move, taking advantage of X’s interference to get a quick shot in on Burner!

Stone: That’s bull shit, X wasn’t there and you damned well know it. Ford just took advantage of the fact that Saint Michael Dreamkiller promised chaos to hit a cheap shot!

Foxx: Doesn’t matter how he did it, but the ref never saw it. That was perfectly acceptable ring awareness. He had it, Burner didn’t.

Stone: Burner doesn’t even look like he knows where he is right now.

Foxx: Idiot, this is a wrestling match. Stop touching yourself.

Stone: He just got nailed in the testicles!

Foxx: And that’s an excuse to rub one out? What is this company coming to.

Stone: He isn’t....oh never mind! Ford grabs hold of Burner by the midsection and lifts him. FORDPLEX! ANTWAN BURNER’S NECK MIGHT HAVE SNAPPED FROM THAT MOVE!

Foxx: Ford with the cover now, ONE!

Stone: That cheap son of a bitch!

Foxx: TWO!

Stone: NOT LIKE THIS!

Foxx: THREE!

Stone: Damnit!

Foxx: What did I tell you? Ford wins the match in one move, this kid is going to be HUGE!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner, MATTHEW FORD!

Matt Ford (7.83 aps - 0.1 penalty + 2.1 avs = 9.83 total)
Antwan Turner (0.0 aps + 0.1 avs = 0.1 total)

Stone: I can’t believe what we just witnessed.

Foxx: We witnessed the birth of perfection here in FMW. Matt Ford wipes away his one loss with a show of pure dominance here tonight.

Stone: Ford is living it up as the crowd boos this travesty. Wait...what’s that coming through the crowd....IT’S X!

Foxx: Very funny, that’s already been done tonight.

Suddenly X comes rushing over the barricade and drags Antwan Burner from the ring. He pulls the man to his feet before slamming him down hard with The Abyss onto the unyielding floor.

Foxx: HOLY SHIT IT REALLY IS X! Awesome.

Stone: X dragging Burner next to the steps and propping his head up against them. Someone stop this, the match is over!

Foxx: X with a huge big boot! He just smashed Burner’s head between his oversized boot and the steel steps. The man needs help, but still – awesome!

His work done X leaves the ring area and heads back up the ramp, passing a shocked Matt Ford on the way. At the top of the ramp his master Saint Michael Dreamkiller walks through the curtains to meet him, microphone in hand.

SMD: You see that Rampage?! Did you see what I did here? This is just the beginning. There is going to be much more of this tonight until you face me like a man and meet my demands. No one will be safe.

With that he drops the microphone and walks back into the backstage area, X following at his heels as EMTs rush to the ring to check on Antwan Burner.

[alc]We cut backstage to where Alex O’Rion is on the interview stage staring into the camera.

Alex: Tonight has been an incredibly long time in the making. Unlike most of the men in this match I know what it’s like to challenge for the Full Metal Wrestling Championship, I know what it’s like to go out last on a pay per view and tear the house down. I’ve seen my name lit up with lights and tonight it’s time for me to see it again.

But like I said, it’s been a long time coming. I haven’t had a chance like this is in quite some time.

Since the last time I fought for that title, there have been more than a few twists and turns in my path. Some pretty bad ones, and some pretty good ones.

The biggest one of course is when I turned my back on those play action heroes at Lethal Injection, Sparta and their Resistance. Now I know some of you are probably thinking “Alex, you turned your back on the fans too!” and you’re all fucking idiots. Hypocritical pricks who only think about themselves the fact is you all turned on me first.

I spent months hearing nothing but how SPARTA were the heroes, SPARTA were the faces of Full Metal Wrestling. It was like a fucking slap to my face. I put my body on the line, my soul into every match. I spent sweat and blood by the fucking pint for this company, and in the snap of your fingers this place became the SPARTA show. Who gives a shit that Alex O’Rion took this company on his back for the first year of its existence? SPARTA’s here now to save the world from Original Sin! So when I turned my back on them it was to prove a point.

I’m still fucking here.

Hell, the best moment of my career was watching as that baseball bat smashed into the side of Drew Michaels’ face. Loving that the last look in his eyes was one of complete fucking surprise, right before they rolled into his head. I mean, how mentally challenged do you have to be to not realize that when a man has everyone turn away from him he’s not going to toe the line anymore?

Not for people that don’t appreciate him.

But that moment is going to be replaced tonight when I remind all of you little hypocrites what you’ve seem to forget. Just how god damned good I am.

And then when I go onto Ultimatum II as the new number one contender to the FMW Championship it’s going to be poetic justice. Nick Bryson versus Alex O’Rion for the FMW Championship. Everything is going to come full circle when I dismantle Nick Bryson in that ring, and you little bastards will have no choice back and declare me your new champion. Your new face of Full Metal Wrestling.

And SPARTA will have to watch as they fall to being nothing more than a memory. Just like they tried to do to me.

Alex gets up and walks off as we cut away.[/alc]

Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Alchemy, FMW’s stop for 100% pure wrestling action.

Foxx: Got that right. Not just 99.99% - we’ve got 100% action.

Stone: And we’re about to turn that up a notch here, as it’s time for some hot tag team action! The Silver Pistols are set to defend the Television Tag titles against the so-far cohesive team of Leon Caprice and Mark Johansson!

Foxx: Nope, I don’t like those guys either, but I hope the Silver Pussies finally drop the belts tonight.

Stone: As you know partner, it can go either way here, and how will we know unless we start this match and start finding out!

Foxx: Yes… of course. This better be worth my time.

Stone: Foxx, you’re paid to make it worth your time.

Ra’s “Far Enough” plays to herald the arrival of Leon Caprice. Caprice is all business tonight as he stops on the top of the ramp to do his signature arm gesture, then proceeds to walk to the ring.

Shelia Blige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FMW Television Tag Team Championships! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Perth, Australia, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds… LEON… CAPRICE!!!

Stone: They were former enemies, but I’m not quite sure of their current status, but Caprice and Mark Johansson showed some real, tangible teamwork on the last Alchemy with their victory over the team of Wraith, Trey Spruance and Mass Caesar.

Foxx: It’s with teams like this that you have to keep speculating on when they’ll fizzle out. They eventually will, like all tag teams do, but this one’s got a forced team-up as the catalyst.

Stone: Looks like they’re getting along well, to me.

Foxx: All breakups are inevitable.

Stone: Yes, and all your wives bear testament to that.

Foxx: They were bitches.

Caprice’s song is replaced by Burkhard Dullwitz’s “It’s a Jungle Out There”, the entrance song of Mark Johansson. Mark quickly makes his way to the ring.

Sheila Blige: And his tag team partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, he is… MARK… JOHAAAANSSON!!!

Stone: Heeere’s Marky Mark!

Foxx: Don’t you ever. Say. That. Again.

Stone: Fine. Party pooper.

Foxx: To get back on topic… I think these guys have enough momentum AND skill to take the titles from the Pistols tonight.

Stone: These two rookies do seem to be ahead of the pack quite a bit, and winning the titles tonight would be a great step to cement themselves, which I think they’ve got a good chance of doing. But the Pistols are no easy opponents either.

Foxx: Honestly? The Pistols are chumps!

Stone: Whatever you say.

Bullet for My Valentine’s “Scream Aim Fire” takes over and the Silver Pistols, Michael James and Robert Pearson, come out, raising the titles high in the air, before moving on towards the ring.

Blige: And their opponents, from Manhattan, New York, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, they are the Television Tag Team Champions, Michael James and Robert Pearson, THE SILVEEERRR… PISTOOOLS!!!

Stone: And here come the champions, my friend.

Foxx: Look at those chumps. They’re not champs, they’re CHUMPS. Both of them.

Stone: You’re just bitter they’re not like their former leader.

Foxx: Romeo made something of himself. These boys didn’t. Big mistake.

Stone: It may be a mistake in your books, but they’re still riding high as champs, and that’s good enough for me.

Foxx: But that’s why tonight, they’re going to walk home empty-handed.

Stone: Right. Let’s get on to the ring.

The two teams are having their own respective huddles. After a few moments Pearson and Caprice go to stand outside the ropes, leaving their partners to begin the match, as the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Stone: And now this fight is officially underway with Michael James starting the match for the Pistols and Mark Johansson for his team, and no doubt these two men have some history behind them, as Johansson waged, or is still waging, rather, some sort of crusade against the Pistols.

Foxx: That man works for the cops, and with the Pistols being a shady-type deal, no doubt those two have some animosity between them.

Stone: That only adds fuel to the fire of this bout, I’d say, and I’d like to see Johansson taking the Pistols to the limit to prove himself. The two men trading opening blows here and I think I can detect the intensity escalating!

Foxx: They both know that whoever can knock the other one down early on will have a good advantage, so they’re trying to outdo each other.

Stone: And it is Michael James who scores the knockdown punch! He waits… and hits the shining wizard! James got Johansson down and James milks the crowd’s adoration!

Foxx: The greatest cliché in our business is unfolding once again in front of our very eyes.

Stone: If you mean the one where his opponent uses the distraction to his advantage, that’s not what I’m seeing. Mike picks up Mark by the head and brings him over to their corner, where he tags in Pearson. I see the double-team coming.

Foxx: Who doesn’t?

Stone: Mike hooks up Mark’s head and Robert crouches – double team legsweep reverse STO!

Foxx: Ow… man, even I felt the pain there.

Stone: Pearson makes the early pin attempt, the ref gets down for the count; one, two, no, Mark kicks out, just as his partner Caprice was going into the ring to save him.

Foxx: He doesn’t need any saving, Stone, the Pistols can bring all their ammunition but it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to bring down Johansson.

Stone: And suddenly you’re an expert on him now?

Foxx: I’ve been watching him for a while.

Stone: I could easily put a gay spin on that statement but I’m better than that. Anyway, Pearson hooking up Johansson for a suplex but Johansson counters into a neckbreaker! He could use this time to tag in his partner as well, but no, instead he opts to continue the beatdown!

Foxx: If he’s still got it, he’s still got it. Who are we to stop him?

Stone: Mark Johansson with leg drops to the head and neck of Robert Pearson! Mark picks him up and sends him running to the ropes… and catches him back with a wicked DDT!

Foxx: The momentum from Pearson’s sprint only added to the impact of that DDT. Very methodical and very calculated move by Mark there, he knew what he was doing, and he knows how to hurt his opponents.

Stone: And Mark finally goes to tag in Leon, who immediately makes an impact by heading to the top rope and hitting a splash on Pearson!

Foxx: What a way to get in the game!

Stone: Caprice hooks up the leg, ref counts, one, no, barely even two and Pearson kicks out!

Foxx: Drat! Almost there!

Stone: The two cruiserweights now going at it and they’re turning this up even more! It’s all going so fast!

Foxx: Even I can’t deny the spectacle of a show these two men are putting on, Stone, but I’m gonna tell you that Caprice is better!

Stone: These two are just rolling around like it was nobody else’s business and who knows how this is gonna turn out!

Foxx: That Pearson going for a brainbuster here but Caprice powers out into a flash back!

Stone: Caprice tries to hook the leg again but Pearson easily kicks out!

Foxx: And Caprice takes control like he should! What’s happening to your “champions” now, Stone?

Stone: This match is still going on, Foxx, best keep your arrogance for later if they do win. Caprice dominating the match here, putting Pearson in a dragon sleeper hold!

Foxx: It’s over! He better tap out here, or risk passing out!

Stone: He’s fighting! He’s not tapping out now, but he’s fighting! This ain’t over yet!

Foxx: Caprice is putting all that pressure in his hold to make Pearson submit, which should be soon!

Stone: The support of both teams is just adding to the heat here! It’s do or die!

Foxx: I’m calling it – die for the Silver Pistols!

Stone: …no, not quite, as Pearson is starting to elbow out of the submission hold!

Foxx: No!

Stone: Another elbow!

Foxx: No! No no no!

Stone: And another hard elbow to the gut, finally making Caprice release the hold! Pearson with the hurricanrana, sending Caprice into the ropes! Hot tag to Mike James!

Foxx: No! All that momentum, blown and lost!

Stone: Mike nails Mark on the apron and and hits a dropkick to Caprice still on the ropes, but Caprice moves at the last minute and Mike sails through the ropes! Thank god he held onto the ropes or he would’ve slid straight to the outside!

Foxx: Hah! That was amusing to watch.

Stone: Mike standing on the outside and Caprice hooks onto him… suplex to the inside!

Foxx: And springboard legdrop! Caprice is just keeping it coming!

Stone: Caprice makes the cover, one, two, no, Mike kicks out!

Foxx: Won’t he just stay down?

Stone: Guess not. Caprice picks him up and tries to whip him but Mike gets to do the whip instead and Caprice is sent running to the corner! Mike James follows up with a stinger splash!

Foxx: I think Mark is fuming and wants a shot at them now!

Stone: Mike jumps up with the hurricanrana attempt… but Caprice counters it into a powerbomb! Just forcing Mike’s body and spine to the canvas!

Foxx: And Caprice makes HIS hot tag to Mark! I think we’re nearing the end of this one!

Stone: Mark rushing in with a stiff clothesline to Mike! And another! And another! Mark Johansson is on fire!

Foxx: Told you it’s gonna be over soon!

Stone: Mark rushing in with another but Mike counters it into a hip toss! Mike goes to tag in Pearson!

Foxx: I don’t care which Pistol you send in to do the job, I know they’re both gonna lose!

Stone: The two men trading intense, potentially finishing blows here once again, going at it one more time!

Foxx: It’s gonna be over soon. They’re exhausted, but the Pistols are the lesser team here.

Stone: Mark sends Pearson running to the ropes and Pearson rebounds, hooking up the half-nelson, I think it might be over here, Pearson just set up the Prison Break… no, Mark powers out!

Foxx: God, you had me scared there!

Stone: Mark hits the uppercut! I think he’s setting up for his move!

Foxx: There we go!

Stone: Mark runs to the ropes, and tries to go for the chop block but Pearson sidesteps and Mark skids on the floor! Crashed and burned!

Foxx: Ah, dammit!

Stone: Mark picks himself up but Pearson is ready and waiting for him! Robert hooks up Mark in the half-nelson and he hits the Prison Break!

Foxx: Leon senses danger and tries to go in to help but that bastard James is on it too! He clotheslined both of them to the floor!

Stone: Distractions aside, Pearson makes the cover and the ref goes to count! One, two, three! The Pistols have done it again!

Shelia Blige: And here are your winners, and STILL TELEVISION TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE SILVEEERRR PISTOLS!!!

Michael James and Robert Pearson (7.99 aps + 8.15 aps - 0.1 penalty + 1.4 avs = 17.34 total)
Leon Caprice and Mark Johansson (8.15 aps + 8.1 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.9 avs = 16.95 total)

Stone: Try as they might, Johansson and Caprice wrestled a good match, but the champions have managed to outwit their opponents once again.

Foxx: That was a dusty finish and you know it!

Stone: Nothing illegal about that, Foxx, that was just some good teamwork and strategy the- what the hell?

From out of nowhere comes X with Dreamkiller, running down the ramp and climbing into the ring, and he attacks Leon and Mark! The two quickly use their numbers advantage over X as they immediately double-team him, but Dreamkiller tosses him a steel chain, which X uses to whip both of them with.

Stone: It’s X! X is attacking Caprice and Mark! What the hell? He’s also got a chain! What the hell’s going on?

Foxx: Beats me, Stone, but this suddenly became a lot more interesting.

The Pistols then decide to join in by attacking X to save Caprice and Mark, which is enough to send X and Dreamkiller bailing. After they leave, the Pistols help Caprice and Mark get back up to their feet, and the two of them have a little staredown with the backpedalling X and Dreamkiller.

Stone: That… was pretty unusual. Why them? Is Dreamkiller already running out of things to do backstage?

Foxx: That was an interesting angle, but you’re right, why them? I’d like to see this one play out and hear out Dreamkiller… whenever he’s ready to share with us his evil plans, that is.

Stone: Thank god these Pistols stuck to their code of chivalry, lest we’d have seen a bloodier Mark Johansson and Leon Caprice. The nerve of Dreamkiller and X…

Foxx: Meh. They’re unpredictable, that’s what makes them interesting.

Stone: They’re unpredictable, that’s what makes them dangerous. I can’t stand those two.

Foxx: Wuss.

Stone: Whatever. Ladies and gents, Alchemy will be right back.

[alc]Backstage, RAMPAGE! is walking towards the arena for his upcoming match with Romeo Vizzini. Before he can head through the curtains though he is ambushed by Alchemy’s resident interviewer, Action Jackson.

Jackson: I’m here with RAMPAGE!, could you answer a few questions before your match?

RAMPAGE!: Don’t really have much choice do I now bruh?

Jackson: All night, Saint Michael Dreamkiller and X have been leaving a trail of destruction in a bid to have you instate him as the new General Manager of Alchemy. Do you have any plans in place to stop him?

RAMPAGE!: The thing Dreamkiller doesn’t seem to fucking understand is that I retired as General Manager at Alchemy 8.1. I’m just an average Joe trying to earn a pay cheque like anyone else in the locker room. I didn’t want the responsibility of running this show, so now the board of governors, not me, are in the process of electing a new GM as we speak. Wish they’d hurry their asses up though, somebody needs to be in power to stop X.

Jackson: Well if no one else is in power yet, doesn’t that make you the only one that could stop X?

Jones stops for a minute, a look of contemplation crossing his face.

RAMPAGE!: You might be on to something there. If I can’t avoid it I might as well do something about it. X, Dreamkiller, if you show your faces during my match I’m going to have to make this my business. You have no idea how much it’ll piss me off if you make me have to deal with you jackals. And I guarantee you won’t like me when I’m angry.

RAMPAGE! walks off towards the arena and his match without another word.[/alc]

[alc]We open backstage to Skyler Striker on the interview set.

Skyler Striker: I’ve been a bit distracted lately. I’m engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world and I have a new set of twins coming with – a boy and a girl, John and April Striker. I couldn’t be more thrilled. But things have gone off the rails here lately. I’ve lost focus. My win loss record shows that. I’m fortunate that tonight, I have the opportunity to compete in the main event of Ultimatum Two. The Full Metal Championship, the biggest show of the year.

I have my share of doubters. I realise this may be my last chance to prove them wrong. And I know what the other four in this match are capable of. A Mount Vesuvius winner, two Hayabusa Cup winners and a former Full Metal Champion. I won’t underestimate them when it comes time to enter the ring. But they’d best not underestimate me either. I’m more focused than I’ve ever been.

It’s about time that a chapter in my story has a happy ending.

Striker smiles confidently and leaves as we go back to ringside.[/alc]

Stone: Welcome back. Hope you enjoyed the ad break.

Foxx: Who enjoys ad breaks?

Stone: Quiet Foxx, our next match is non title with Romeo Vizzini facing Dante Jones, RAMPAGE!

Foxx: It’s a shame that Austin made it to the TLC later tonight rather than Ro.

Stone: Shame it is not, Romeo has been on a violent streak since Catalyst.

Foxx: A streak he has been on but it is more of an awesome streak.

P.A: “I still kill!”

“The Way I Am” by Eminem blares across the P.A system as RAMPAGE! Is seen entering through the crowd wearing his usual black hoodie and gripping the handle of his baseball bat so hard it has turned his knuckles ghost white.

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, from Richmond California and weighing in at 266 pounds, he is Dante Jones… he is RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPAAAAAAGE!!!!

Foxx: Now I don’t understand young Dante, he seems to have issues. And a general misunderstanding, there is no point bringing a baseball bat to a match where you can be disqualified.

Stone: Maybe it’s simple mind games or maybe Dante feels the need to protect himself.

Foxx: Or maybe he is just stupid because he is -

Stone: WATCH IT!

The opening chords of “Croatian Rhapsody” by Maksim take over the arena and down walks Romeo Vizzini carrying his Abandoned Title over his shoulder.

Sheila Blige: Introducing second, he is your Abandoned Champion!

The crowd boo.

Sheila Blige: From Sciliy, Italy!

The crowd boo even louder.

Sheila Blige: Weighing in at 240 pounds, ROOOOOOOOOMEOOOO VIIIIIZIIIINIIIIIIII!!!!!

Stone: Listen to that crowd get into Romeo Vizzini, obviously they disagree with his actions against young Chris Austin.

Foxx: First, it is the “RADICAL!!!!!” Chris Austin… Second, have you gained weight?

Stone: The bell tolls! Lock up in the middle of the ring, PAGE uses his weight powers Ro into the ropes!

Foxx: Ignore me all you want but I’m worried about your weight problem…

Stone: PAGE flings Ro into the ropes, hit’s a clothesline!

Foxx: Romeo jumps up!

Stone: Only to be downed by another clothesline!

Foxx: But again Romeo jumps up! What a champion!

Stone: Romeo tries to break the string of clotheslines, but PAGE counters into a hip toss and a Fujiwama armbar.

Foxx: Well -

Stone: Do not bother talking Foxx, PAGE is using his weight to add more pressure on the hold.

Foxx: It doesn’t matter what you want, but Romeo is not down and out. Especially to a horrible easy hold.

PAGE has all his weight leaning forward and Romeo capitalizes by rolling forward sending PAGE flying over his head.

Stone: Romeo gets up shakily, PAGE managed to get a kick to the head as he flew over.

Foxx: Dante locks up with Romeo once again, Romeo dodges out of the way. Hits a stiff shot to Dante’s kidney.

Stone: PAGE spins around, only to be hit by a right hook! PAGE powers back with a bigger right hook!

Foxx: They are duking it out with right hands! AND NOW LEFT HANDS!

Stone: This is what I’m talking about, the mean streak, Romeo is a great technical wrestler!

RAMPAGE! Hits a released German Suplex, sending Romeo into the corner. RAMPAGE! Goes on the attack but the referee gets in between the fallen Italian and his attacker.

Stone: Coward.

Foxx: What was that Stone? Speak up!

Stone: Romeo takes advantage of the referees interference - SPEAR!

Foxx: Romeo exploded from the blocks there, taking down Dante. Romeo locks in an STS!

Stone: Step over toehold sleeper, for those who can’t understand Foxx’s lisp.

Foxx: Cheap shot… Now this is the Romeo we know, he has this hold locked in tight. Tighter than a high school girls -

Stone: FOXX! Nothing you can say after that would be suitable. But yes, Romeo has got the hold locked in tight but the stronger RAMPAGE is edging his way closer to the ropes.

RAMPAGE does struggle but eventually gets the ropes but Romeo doesn’t break it instantly, instead he steps over RAMPAGE putting more pressure on his neck.

1..

2..

3..

4..

Stone: Romeo breaks the hold. But was he being counted for a choke or for not breaking the hold.

Foxx: Romeo doesn’t leave Dante to get his breath back, straight on the attack.

Stone: Hits a twisting neck breaker, attacking once again the neck of RAMPAGE.

Foxx: Which shows his technical expertise, picking a body part and destroying it.

Stone: It is dangerous, Romeo could put PAGE out of action with a broken neck.

Romeo drags RAMPAGE! To the turnbuckle and starts to set up for a superplex.

Foxx: Smart move, the heavier Dante is harder to lift for a standing suplex.

Stone: Both men on the turnbuckle, PAGE shows some life! Rights to the chin! AND HE JUST PUSHES RO OFF!

Foxx: Romeo crashes to the mat, clutching his back.

Stone: FALLING HEADBUTT!

RAMPAGE! Head connects with the sternum of Romeo quickly Dante rolls over for a pinning attempt.

1...

2.. KICKOUT!

Stone: Now, I don’t like Romeo’s new attitude but he has picked up, a few cycles ago he would have been pinned by that.

Foxx: Dante picks up a weakened Romeo.

Stone: Left, Right, UPPERCUT! “MANSLAUGHTER!” Romeo is down again! PAGE has been incredibly impressive early on.

Foxx: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

RAMPAGE! Helps Romeo up and flings into the ring ropes who grabs a hold of the ropes rather than bouncing back.

Stone: Who counts chickens?

Foxx: Chicken farmers?

RAMPAGE attacks Romeo who sends him over the top rope.

Foxx: Kiddies watching at home, you suck but also you should learn not to be so eager. It could cost Dante this match.

Romeo heads to the opposite side of the ring and leans against the ropes as RAMPAGE! Helps himself into the ring.

Stone: Romeo goes on the attack. Flying Crossbody! Attacking an un ready PAGE.

Foxx: What’s bad about that?!

Stone: Did I say it was bad? Romeo sits on PAGE using his elbows to attack!

Foxx: It was all in the tone of voice Stone.

Stone: Romeo slides down his elbow pad! He keeps on the attack! The referee breaks it up!

Romeo starts arguing with the referee, his argument being he did nothing wrong.

Foxx: Dante with a roll up!

1..

2 - Kickout!

Stone: Second near fall from PAGE! Romeo is furious! PAGE on the attack!

Romeo ducks out of the way of the approaching RAMPAGE! And applies a headlock.

Stone: Jumping back breaker!

Foxx: Time for my man to have a pinning attempt!

1..

2 - KICKOUT!

Foxx: That was three! SLOW COUNT SLOW COUNT!

Stone: Haha, barely! Both men quickly up and… we have a pause. We have a staredown.

Foxx: Romeo backhands Dante.

Stone: Disrespect.

Foxx: Dante lost any respect when he ditched his control over the brand.

Stone: PAGE doesn’t stand it! LOU THESZ PRESS! PAGE explodes!

Foxx: Remember kiddies what I said about eagerness…

Stone: PAGE is up! He has turned the heat up!

RAMPAGE! Shouts out towards the crowd who are on their feet.

Stone: Fat lady could be singing…

Foxx: Dante turns into a waiting Romeo! SAMOAN DROP! Ro just lifted a man twenty pounds plus heavier than him!

Stone: And it has taken its toll on both competitors.

Both men are down in the ring, Romeo crawls his way over to the fallen RAMPAGE and drapes his forearm over the chest.

1- Kickout!

Stone: As I said it took too much out of him, unable to capitalise.

Foxx: Dante has nothing left in his tank, he can’t.

Stone: He isn’t done… mark my words.

Romeo helps RAMPAGE! To his feet who shrugs off Romeo and hit’s a double arm DDT.

Foxx: Desperation move, it delays the inevitable.

Stone: I told you to mark my words. PAGE now with his own attempt at a pin.

1..

2..

KICKOUT!

Stone: The hand was coming down but that was a legitimate two count.

Foxx: Rapid fire pinfall attempts but neither can get the upper hand.

Stone: Romeo up, walks into PAGE. WHO GRABS HIS THROAT!

Foxx: NO!

Stone: HE IS LOOKING FOR “RANTS END!” MY GOD!

Foxx: He can’t!

Stone: He can!

Foxx: NO ROMEO KICK TO THE CUT!

Romeo kicks RAMPAGE! In the cut and shoves his head between his legs and hits an elevated pedigree.

Foxx: “OMERTA”! Romeo countered a finisher into a finisher!! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Stone: Romeo wins the grudge match.

Foxx: SING IT FOR ME SLUT!

Sheila Blige: Here is your winner by pinfall… ROOOOOMEOOOOOOOOO VI-ZZI-NI!!!!

Romeo Vizzini (8.36 aps - 0.2 penalty + 1.7 avs = 9.86 total)
RAMPAGE! (8.36 aps - 0.2 penalty + 0.3 avs = 8.46 total)

“Croatian Rhapsody” by Maksim blares across the P.A system as Romeo receives back his title and walks away from a now standing RAMPAGE! Both competitors have nothing left in them.

Stone: Oh, great... it’s X and Dreamkiller... AGAIN.

X and Dreamkiller make their way down the aisle, Dreamkiller holding X back and making sure that the coast is clear. He holds a mic in his hands and points at RAMPAGE! furiously.

SMD: What are you waiting for, Vizzini? FINISH HIM!

Foxx: Like in the fighting games... finish him! I get it.

Stone: You’re a tool.

Vizzini is thrown a mic and he looks at the fallen Jones, then to Dreamkiller.

Vizzini: He’s suffered enough... for now. Whatever happens here is now on your heads. I want no part in it.

Vizzini rolls out of the ring and past Dreamkiller, not afraid of X as he walks past, leaving without looking back. Dreamkiller orders X into the ring and follows suite, and has X grab the husk of Dante Jones, holding him up in a double back to belly hammerlock. RAMPAGE! can barely lift his head.

SMD: I could have X beat the living shit out of you right now, you deadbeat. I could have you pulverized into next month by X. But I need you conscious for what I’m about to say, so listen good. You have the power to stop this, Jones. To end all these senseless attacks. To make X and myself leave for good! And all you have to do is give me a match at Ultimatum. X vs. RAMPAGE!. What do you say to that, sport?

Dreamkiller holds the mic to RAMPAGE!’s mouth, with RAMPAGE still being held captive by X.. Jones is recovering from his winding at the hands of Romeo and he looks at Dreamkiller with venom in his eyes.

RAMPAGE!: That... that’s all you want? You’ve fucking got it. Bring it.

SMD: So hasty! There’s more, my friend. I know the Board of Directors are in the process of hiring a new Alchemy General Manager. And I know YOU have a lot of sway in who gets the top spot. I should be that General Manager, Dante.

RAMPAGE!: You’re damn right I have a say in this. And you will NEVER get a recommendation from me, you pathetic, manipulative piece of shit. You’d have to kill me first.

SMD: Ah! But that can be arranged.

RAMPAGE!: You’re being an idiot. I’m not intimidated by you or your giant braindead monkey. I’ve stared monsters bigger than him in the face and I’ll happily do it again, fucker.

SMD: I suspect you’re not half the man you say you are. Behind all your gutsy, black man bravado is a weak, fragile, emotional human being. And I know just how to play off of your little emotions, too. For example, I could tell you that your brother’s death... may not have been an accident.

This statement causes RAMPAGE! to break free of X’s clutches and leap at Dreamkiller, but Saint Mike quickly exits the ring and X follows, standing in RAMPAGE!’s way as the former GM stands in the ring, infuriated.

SMD: See what I mean? What a temper you still have! But I have news for you. Back at 7.1, when you booked me into that sham of a match with Romeo Vizzini and I was beaten to a pulp? I went to the Board and made my case to them. I told them if they wanted me to remain a loyal, valuable employee of Full Metal Wrestling, they would have to forbid any violent assaults against me in the future. And they recognised my value, they granted my wish. I do not wish to be a superstar. Such a crude, brutal and utterly pointless pursuit, to make yourself a piece to be played. And so now my contract includes a no-contact clause. It means that YOU CANNOT TOUCH ME. Are you ready to hear my proposition, Dante?

Jones makes no reply, eyes flickering between X and Saint Michael, weighing up his options.

SMD: Either I have X continue attacking this brand and its precious superstars, and beat them into Alchemy juice whenever I feel the occasion is right... or you can face X at Ultimatum. If you win, X and I will leave Alchemy FOREVER. We won’t return. We leave you in peace. BUT, if X wins on my behalf, then you must arrange my ascension to the position of Alchemy General Manager. Deal?

RAMPAGE!: Like I said. You’re on. I’m not scared, neither am I a fool. I’ll beat your little pet any day of the week.

SMD: Excellent. I’ll have the contract drawn up for 8.3, where I will oversee the signing. And make no mistake, Dante. As much as you try and avoid it, it remains your job to protect the brand. You can’t escape the loyalty, the responsibility. When I take over this show, mark my words, I will make what I did on Anarchy look like child’s play. I liked Anarchy. It was a fun place. But this show is filled with scumbags like you, and I hate it. It will not be my playground, it will be my personally-designed HELL. But I will admit it is refreshing to see someone care so much about the brand as you. It seems no-one else shares your morality and value of loyalty.

RAMPAGE!: You underestimate this brand, as you always have, bruh. There’s a few boys out there who agree with me, who care about the fate of this show. I think you’re even acquainted with them!

Saint Michael looks confused until RAMPAGE! nods behind Dreamkiller. Mark Johansson, Leon Caprice, Robert Pearson and Michael James sprint down the ramp. Dreamkiller runs for cover but the superstars only have eyes for X, who they quickly grab and throw into the ring. Dreamkiller backs up the ramp with haste, unable to save X from his fate. Caprice nails X with the Timewarp, and Pearson follows this up with a Prison Break. Johansson lifts X into a Right To Remain Silent, and all three superstars back off as Michael James flings himself off the top rope to cheers from the crowd, hitting a picture perfect Shooting Star Leg Drop. Finally, RAMPAGE! joins the massacre, and the audience roars their approval as he hits the Rant’s End on the monster X. X collapses to the mat, merely deadweight now, and Dreamkiller looks on in horror.

RAMPAGE!: You have NO idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Mike. At Ultimatum, it ain’t you versus me. It’s you versus ALCHEMY.

The four stars in the ring all raise their hands in defiance, cheering along with the rest of the crowd as Eminem’s “The Way I Am” replays over the arena.

Stone: HUGE implications! What a match that’ll be at Ultimatum!

Foxx: What a bunch of ponces. You versus Alchemy. Give me a break.

[alc]The fourth of the backstage interviews opens up, this time to TyranT, looking as menacing as always.

TyranT: Ah’m in a situation ah shouldn’t be in. AH won that Vesuvius torch and ah was GUARANTEED mah shot at Ultimatum! Shows yer what guarantees mean in this piece of shit company. Now ah’ve got to mangle four other superstars just to get mah rightful shot back. But remember that ah took down twenty nine of these bastards on the Mountain, and ah’ll be happy to remove four more.

Last week, ah made RAMPAGE! squeal like the fuckin’ pig he is. An’ because of him, ah’m in this situation. And so ah got given four more pigs to lead to the slaughter. Ah said it at Circus Maximus and ah’ll say it again. Ain’t NO-ONE who can stop the TyranT. Tonight, ah make good on mah words for the second time.

Tonight, ah’m playin’ for keeps.

TyranT leaves with a glare at the camera.[/alc]

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

Foxx: Flare’s time to shine!

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 185 pounds and from a Utopian Nation, he is the challenger, FLARE!

“Lake of Fire” by Nirvana hits the arena and Flare walks out to disapproval. He shrugs it off, staring violently at the audience as they mock him, and he enters the ring to magnificent showers of pyro.

Stone: Well, Flare’s come a long way to earn this, defeating Wraith at Catalyst and now he finally gets what he wants – a shot at Drew Michaels!

Foxx: Quite the rivalry indeed. Drew Michaels is everything bad about FMW and Flare is finally here to purge the company of such filth.

Stone: How much do you get paid to sign with the bad guys?

Foxx: It’s like protection money, man. I say good things; they don’t kick the shit out of me.

Sheila Blige: And his opponent! Weighing in at 235 pounds and from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is a former Ultraviolent Champion, a former Mount Vesuvius winner, a former Full Metal Champion, and the current C4 Division Champion, DREW MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!

“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash signals the entrance of Drew Michaels, who appears on stage with a flurry of red explosions. The smoke dissipates and 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 Flare before passing his belt off to the referee, who holds it to Flare to see and then to the audience.

Stone: And Drew Michaels. Despite what my co-commentator would say, Michaels is a stellar success story of Full Metal. There’s not much he hasn’t done.

Foxx: He hasn’t won the tag belts.

Stone: Neither has Flare.

Foxx: He hasn’t tried though. I LOVE FLARE! WOOO!

Stone: Is that a ‘I love Flare’ badge... and FLAG?

Foxx shrugs, now appearing to be wearing only Flare merchandise. Stone sighs, but the bell rings and immediately Drew and Flare lock up.



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

Foxx: What the hell is Michaels doing?

Stone: I believe it’s called wrestling, Foxx. Why are there so many detractors of Drew Michaels’ wrestling ability? He’s the most decorated man in FMW, and as holder of the C-4 gold, his wrestling ability should be implied as top 10 in the game at least.

Foxx: So why isn’t he nominated as Alchemy superstar of the year then?

Stone: Foxx, he’s spent most of his time on Anarchy and you know it. Flare fights his way up, and a roll-through counter leads to Flare getting in an armdrag of his own.

Foxx: I don’t know, seems to me that if altar boy here was such a great wrestler he’d be on Alchemy long before he actually got here. Stay on him Flare!

Stone: Drew tries to get to his feet but Flare rushes in with a low dropkick to the mush. Flare goes for a cover but only gets a one and a half count!

Foxx: See, Flare is C-4, not that punk ass Michaels.

Stone: Say it to his face, Foxx.

Foxx: Not my job to tell him something he should already know. Flare has Michaels up and a quick snap suplex has the soon to be former champion down. Flare floats over for a cover, but another count less than two.

Stone: And calling the match is your job, how about you analyze? Ahem, Flare with a headlock now, and Flare really seems to be on his game tonight, he has Michaels a bit flustered with the quick pace he has set.

Foxx: Of course he has him confused, Michaels is a methodical brawler type, preferring to keep things at his pace. Now as C-4 champion, he either needs to get with the pace or adapt it to his own, neither of which he is doing right now.

Stone: Michaels getting to his feet, and he pushes Flare off of him towards the ropes, and he floors the challenger with a running European uppercut!

Foxx: That’s a DQ right?

Stone: No, he can’t punch him in the face, forearms are fine Foxx.

Foxx: Well, this match is built for the pretty one. And what makes you such an expert?

Stone: It’s my job to know these things. Stick to your job, and I’ll stick to mine.

Foxx: Shut up.

Stone: Drew has an oncoming Flare up, and a well-executed T-Bone suplex has the challenger reeling!

After the suplex, Flare retreats to the outside of the ring to gain some distance. Drew is out quickly to give chase. Flare runs around the ring until he is close to the steel steps and as Drew gets closer, Flare surprises the champion with a drop toe hold, sending Michaels face first into the steps! As Michaels writhes in pain and checks for blood, Flare smiles and rolls Michaels back into the ring. Flare quickly runs to the ropes and springboards off Lionsault style, turning in mid air for an elbow drop across the chest of the champion.

Stone: Flare with the cover, one…two…No! Michaels gets the shoulder up!

Foxx: Who cares? That wasn’t designed to pin him, Flare has been using multiple covers this whole match to tire out the bigger Michaels. I can see Michaels tiring out as we speak!

Stone: Flare fires some open handed slaps to Michaels as he rises, what disrespect!

Foxx: No, those the rules, Stone.

Stone: Flare hooks up Michaels and takes him up and over with a belly to belly suplex! Cover…one…two..no! Michaels kicks out!

Foxx: Michaels, I’ll give him that he’s tough as hell but Flare is really on his A-game.

Stone: Flare getting frustrated now, and he slaps on a modified surfboard to a seated Michaels. Flare is really working the back of Michaels with this hold.

Foxx: Tear at it, Flare! You’ve got this one!

Stone: Seriously, I think you’ve gone gay for him. I know from talking with some of the female fans that he’s handsome, but this is another level.

Foxx: It’s rare to find someone who rivals my chiselled leading man looks. I guess you can call me the FMW version of ‘The Todd’.

Stone: Meaning?

Foxx: I appreciate hot, regardless of gender. By the way, I don’t appreciate you.

Stone: I’ll settle for your sister’s appreciation, thank you.

Foxx: Bastard.

Stone: More like I ‘owned’ you as the young kids, and others trying to be cool would say.

Stone slyly looks at Foxx upon that last statement. Meanwhile, Michaels’ face begins to shake as if he is trying to ignore the pain. The crowd begins to will Michaels to his feet as Flare’s face becomes one of a small amount of panic.

Stone: Michaels is starting to fight out of it, he is getting to his feet!

Foxx: Dammit, I forgot how resilient Michaels can be!

Stone: Michaels is to his feet, he’s trying to use his leverage advantage to turn out of it, and he does and quickly shoots a roll-up! One…Two…Flare kicks out!

Foxx: And then drops Michaels with a stunning step-up Enzuigiri.

Stone: Flare looks as if he wants to end this, and he traps Michaels! He’s got him in the MISSIONARY POSITION! That Full Nelson with the legs will be hell to escape!

Foxx: Yes! Flare has the title won now! And I love how he adds insult to injury with the multiple chops to the back of Michaels’ head!

Stone: Michaels is trying to get out it, but he’s starting to fade now.

Foxx: Check him ref, this one is over!

Stone: Michaels’ hand drops once!

Foxx: Two more to go….

Stone: The hand drops twice!

Foxx: One more!

Michaels manages to keep his hand up before it drops, and in a furious show of energy, he begins to scramble to the ropes. Flare tries to use his hands to brace and apply more pressure but before he can, Drew manages to place his foot onto the ropes! Flare holds the submission until four, releasing Michaels in a fit of anger. Flare begins to yell at the ref as Michaels struggles to his feet behind him.

Foxx: Dammit, he used his one rope break!

Stone: Michaels is still alive! Flare is none too happy though!

Foxx: What are you doing, Flare, don’t take your eye off of him!

Stone: Flare is going for Drew now, and Drew responds with a clothesline! Flare is back up and Drew delivers a dropkick! Flare is on dream street now and Drew slams the challenger with a Samoan drop! Here’s the cover, one…two…No! Flare kicks out!

Foxx: I hate when he does this.

Stone: Does what?

Foxx: What he’s doing now, seriously for him to be building momentum like this and be so resilient is quite frankly unfair.

Stone: It’s the mark of a champion, Foxx! Flare is trying to fight his way up, but Drew delivers a knee to the midsection, and what a slap to the cheek of Flare! Flare may have lost a molar there!

Foxx: And Drew follows up with a Facebreaker to the knee! Not his face, you bastard!

Stone: Flare has rolled out of the ring, seemingly terrified that his face may be damaged! But Drew is right out there with him and he rams him back first into the ring, and tosses him back in.

Foxx: Drew has Flare up and a hard Irish whip into the turnbuckle sends Flare staggering back towards the champion…

Stone: And he obliterates him with a capture suplex! The end may be near and the crowd can sense it!

Foxx: Get out of there Flare, kick to the stomach, and he’s going for it but Flare has the ropes like his life depended on it. Drew with an uppercut to the stomach and he lifts, NO! WICKED DDT connects!

Stone: Here’s the cover…One….Two…THRE-NO! Flare got his foot on the ropes somehow!

Foxx: NOW THAT’S…The heart of a Champion! He’s going for it again!

A stunned Michaels looks towards the ref, who explains Flare getting his feet on the ropes. Michaels curses to himself and lifts a lifeless Flare to his feet, setting up for the Wicked DDT again. Michaels lifts, and Flare manages to wiggle down behind the champion and on pure instinct alone, he lifts Michaels in a rack position and flips into a Complete Shot!

Stone: END OF THE WORLD! Flare hits his best move but he can’t capitalize, he’s still out on his feet!

Foxx: Come on Flare, the title is within your grasp!

The ref begins to count each man out, and when he gets to 5, Flare shows life and manages to place a hand on the chest of Michaels.

Foxx: He’s got the cover, One…Two…TH-Aw Dammit! Michaels kicked out!

Stone: This crowd is stunned, and Flare is beside himself!

Foxx: Do it again, Flare!

Flare struggles to his feet holding the back of his head. Michaels is on all fours, and Flare pulls Michaels to his feet. Flare goes place him in the rack position, but Michaels delivers a sharp elbow to the back of Flare’s head. From here, Michaels hooks up for and executes a suplex, using his hips to roll through. He executes another suplex onto Flare, and rolls back to his feet with Flare still in his grasp. Out of nowhere, Michaels quickly hooks the leg of a dazed, unprepared Flare, lifts, and drills Flare with a second Wicked DDT!!!

Foxx: NOOOOOO!!!!

Stone: WICKED DDT connects again, this time following two suplexes! Michaels covers, leg hooked! One…Two…THREE!!!!! Michaels has retained!

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

Drew Michaels (8.58 aps + 1.5 avs = 10.08 total)
Janus Flare (8.45 aps + 0.8 avs = 9.25 total)

“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash hits as Drew rolls away from the beaten Flare. The referee hands Michaels the title, who kisses it and holds it up for all to see as he has his hand raised. Michaels exits the ring with the title on his shoulder, tagging hands with the fans as he goes towards the entrance way.

Stone: Michaels’ first title defense is a success, but Flare in my opinion had one hell of a showing. He had Michaels down on many occasions, but in the end Michaels brought it home!

Foxx: Flare. Was. Robbed.

Stone: How exactly? Flare was pinned in the middle of the ring.

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

Stone: Whatever, more Alchemy coming your way after this quick visit backstage!

We fade backstage to the image of a disappointed Flare banging the ring apron in frustration as he exits.

[alc]The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of the Silver Pistols, who are packing up their gear. They look up to see an intruder – Romeo Vizzini.

Romeo Vizzini: Boys, boys... what were you thinking? Jones is the biggest hypocrite of all of them, and yet you came to his rescue? Not an informed decision.

James and Pearson look at each other incredulously before Pearson replies.

Robert Pearson: Look, we did what we thought was right, just like you’ve been doing lately. We don’t have to agree with what you’ve been doing in order to respect it – and we do respect it. But we’re family, man. It works both ways. You should have respect for our decisions as well.

Romeo Vizzini: I respect you. You’re like brothers. But that’s not what this is about. Here, you’re either with me, or you’re against me. If you choose to side with RAMPAGE!, you are against everything I stand for. So what will it be?

There’s a pause but the Pistols stand adamant.

Michael James: That’s not something we can answer right now, Romes.

Romeo Vizzini: Very well – but the timer is ticking. I will not wait very long to hear your decision. And make it a wise one – you’ve seen evidence of what happens when people try to cross me.

Romeo departs from the scene and the Pistols look at each other, conflicted.[/alc]

[alc]Our final interviewee for the night, Christian G. Smitten, appears on screen, in front of the set.

Christian G. Smitten: I am OWED a rematch for that FMW Championship. But now I have to compete for it, in a tables, ladders and chairs match no less, to EARN that right? One does not have to be a lawyer to see this is a gross miscarriage of justice. It is not only a breach of contract, it is grand larceny. Full Metal Wrestling is stealing from me. They are taking my property, what I rightfully own. They are locking horns on the wrong bull with this issue.

And so tonight, I get to take out my frustrations upon four unfortunate superstars. But I will only use what frustration is necessary to obtain victory – the majority of it must be saved up for my final opponent, Nick Bryson. My Ultimatum opponent. It is HIS fault and HIS fault alone that I am no longer Champion. He is a fluke that should not have happened.

But there is another who deserves the book to be thrown at them. One more guilty in this injustice. I am speaking about YOU. The fans. You voted Nick Bryson into a match he had no business being in. At least Scorpio and Striker were relevant. But I will make an example of your precious poster child at Ultimatum.

And in my mind? I will be imagining that it is not only his face I am crushing, but YOURS.

A furious Smitten storms out of the camera view as we cut back to ringside.[/alc]

Stone: Well, hello again – we have a guest!

Foxx: It’s Andrew Shiner! He’s back as healthy as ever!

Shiner: Indeed.

Stone: Weren’t you supposed to be interviewing Peter Saint tonight? What happened to that?

Shiner: Saint unable to be found. Search party sent. No signs. Guess? Has not shown face at all. Was afraid I would ask questions no other has guts for. Example, why return if none want you back? Or why Saint turned back on FMW to begin with? During time Resistance needed him most? Or rumoured issues with Anarchy’s Andrew O’Rion?

Foxx: Saint is a coward, isn’t he? Lowly scum.

Shiner: Coward? Yes. Next show, I challenge Saint. If courage exists in him, he accepts. Will beat answers out of him.

Shiner stands up and departs abruptly, leaving only Stone and Foxx.

Stone: Well, thanks for coming – I guess.

Foxx: Well, I’ve just got word, at 8.3, it becomes official that RAMPAGE! and X will face off at Ultimatum Two – if RAMPAGE! wins, then X and Dreamkiller leave Alchemy alone, and if X wins, Dreamkiller becomes General Manager of Alchemy!

Stone: Quite a lot on the line there – here’s hoping Page wins. I can’t stand Dreamkiller.

Foxx: Get used to it, buddy!

Stone: Urgh. Anyway, it’s not long now until our main event, where we’ll find out who’s going to main event Ultimatum Two against Nick Bryson for the Full Metal Championship!

Foxx: Coming up next!

[alc]In the backstage area, Skyler Striker is on his way to the entrance area, receiving cheers as he appears on the screen. But he is stopped in his path by John Derrick, who is leaning against the wall ever so casually.

Striker: Want something?

Derrick: Wouldn’t miss this for the world. It’s like a father missing his son’s first little league game.

Striker: I don’t need your patronising attitude.

Derrick merely holds out a beer to Striker in response. Striker stares at it for a few seconds, then pushes it back.

Striker: I don’t drink. Not after what happened with Leah.

Derrick: Calms the nerves, but suit yourself.

Striker: I hope you know I intend to do this myself, without your help. If you interfere here, I swear I’ll end you.

Derrick: Ah, déjà vu with a bit of role reversal thrown in. I seem to recall telling you the exact same thing at Death Row when I faced clown-boy Black. Told you I didn’t want your help, but you gave it anyway. You made a name off of that interference. You took a giant leap up the ladder with my name. People remembered you as the kid who saved John Derrick from near destruction. I don’t need to interfere here though. I’ve got a name that suits me just fine. More to the point, I’m just here to deliver my own wishes of luck to you.

Derrick extends a hand to Striker, taking a drink as he does. Striker looks hesitantly at Derrick and his outstretched hand, but does not take it.

Derrick: Fine. Another incentive for you, then. I had a conversation with the board and got you a match at Ultimatum, just so you can finally ‘prove yourself’. If you lose tonight, then you get a playdate with me. Skyler Striker vs. John Derrick at Ultimatum Two. But that’s only if you lose. And you’re going to win tonight, right? You’ve won so many matches lately, after all.

Striker looks furiously at Derrick, who clearly couldn’t care less.

Derrick: So forget everything I’ve just said. Go out there and win. Make the kidlings proud of daddy. Let Leah smile. Give Jade a win to talk about so she stops rabbiting about your technique.

Striker: Listen. Tonight, I was told by my fiancée to do something good for myself for once. So tonight, this victory’s for me and me alone, Doc. See you at the afterparty.

Striker walks past the grizzled veteran and Doc takes another swig of his drink, staring at the floor.[/alc]

Sheila Blige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a five way tables, ladders and chairs match set for one fall and it is for the Mount Vesuvius Torch! The first superstar to score a pinfall or make their opponent submit will be declared the winner and will go on to Ultimatum Two to face Nick Bryson for the Full Metal Championship!

Stone: Big prize on the line, big superstars competing, this can only be an epic match, Foxx. Well, except for Austin.

Foxx: You’re a prick. Austin has just as much chance as anyone else does, but you are right in that this is going to be a HUGE match up. Tables, ladders and chairs are surrounding the ring and it’s going to be an incredible fight indeed!

Sheila Blige: Introducing first, weighing in at 240 pounds and from Halifax, Nova Scotia, he is the first ever winner of the Hayabusa Cup, ALEX O’RIIIIIION!

“Sick Of It All” by Finger Eleven is the first song to burst through the arena and Alex makes his way to the ring, a grin on his face as he taunts a few hating fans. Laughing as he enters the ring, O’Rion doesn’t give a damn about who supports him and who does not, laying back against one of the corner posts.

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing in at 231 pounds and from San Jose, California, he is the winner of the 2008 Hayabusa Cup, CHRIS AUSTIIIIIIIIINNNN!

Flashing strobe lights and fog cloud the entranceway as “The Arrival” by Atmosphere plays. Austin emerges to loud cheers from the fans, focused only on the ring, especially psyched up for this huge opportunity. Austin eyes off O’Rion in the corner but O’Rion pays him no heed and Austin runs ropes as the entrances continue.

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing in at 290 pounds and from Salt Lake City, Utah, he is a former Full Metal Champion, CHRISTIAN G SMITTENNNNNNNNN!!!

Wayne Bergeron’s “Friend Like Me” hits the PA to loud jeers and Smitten emerges without any fanfare, looking rather disgruntled. He stomps up the stairs, sliding under the ropes before glaring at both Austin and O’Rion, standing as still as a statue. Austin continues his activity, throwing punches into the air, and O’Rion’s expression of disinterest remains.

Sheila Blige: Next, weighing in at 315 pounds and from Marietta, Georgia, he is the 2008 Mount Vesuvius winner, TYYYYYYYYYYYYRANT!

“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeath overtakes the arena and a chorus of boos washes over the former Abandoned Champion, although he does not look fazed in the slightest. TyranT marches to the ring, flipping off the fans and living up to his persona. By this point the ring has become crowded and TyranT storms into the middle of it, with Smitten, Austin and O’Rion all exiting as TyranT looks furiously around.

Sheila Blige: And finally, weighing in at 210 pounds and from Perth, Australia, he is the longest reigning Abandoned Champion, SKYLER STRIIIIIIIIKER!

The intro to Madina Lake’s “Never Take Us Alive” never even gets into the chorus as Skyler Striker rockets down the aisle, thundering into the ring to a HUGE round of support from the crowd. The newly crowned father, however, is met face to face with TyranT, and before the bell can even ring, Striker is on TyranT within seconds, throwing a barrage of fists TyranT’s way. The bell rings and as TyranT manages to gain enough of a stand to throw one back, Striker ducks it and superkicks TyranT over the top rope to the mat below. From the outside, Smitten and O’Rion rush into the ring and Striker backs off momentarily, but he is backed up seconds later by Austin, who also enters the ring with enthusiasm, and two fights break out, Striker brawling with Smitten and Austin with O’Rion.

Stone: And the action is heated right from the get go! Two Hayabusa cup winners duking it out on one side, on the other we have our main event from last week and the two men who DREW to make it into this match!

Foxx: Smitten should have won, damnit!

Stone: You’re just biased because you hate good people.

Foxx: Call the match, I can only see one pair of fighters! Smitten attempts to short-arm clothesline Striker but the new father ducks!

Stone: Same thing – O’Rion is dodged by Austin, and look at that! Austin and Striker simultaneously hit the ropes and there’s a double Lou Thesz press from the two! Both men immediately on their feet, double leapfrog, hit the ropes again, double spear!

Foxx: TyranT and Smitten hit the mat hard after that... what a bunch of showman pussies.

Stone: Honing their craft, my friend... and now both men going to the top rope!

Foxx: Smitten and O’Rion still laid out after those spears, Austin and Striker nod...

Stone: DOUBLE SHOOTING STAR PRESS! What a manoeuvre by these two young stars! Both pull the move off spectacularly and Smitten and O’Rion roll out of the ring in pain! Fantastic!

Foxx: And now they have to fight themselves... how ironic!

Stone: Only one can win! Austin and Striker circle, they lock up and Striker with an early hammerlock, forces Austin into the ropes but Austin jumps to the second rope and springboards backwards, corkscrewing and undoing that hammerlock! Now he’s behind Striker and there’s a full nelson backcracker from the innovative Austin!

Foxx: Celebrate all you want... but what TyranT is about to do is far less complicated and far more painful!

Austin turns around into a HUGE chairshot from TyranT, who has not forgotten that this match is a tables, ladders and chairs match. A lifeless Austin collapses face first to the ring mat and TyranT smirks, spitting on Austin in disgust.

Foxx: That’s definitely a downer for Austin! You can pull all the tricks you want but you can’t forget that this is still a TLC match!

Stone: They’re moves, not tricks, idiot. And it doesn’t look like Smitten or O’Rion have forgotten that it’s a TLC match either! Smitten has set up a table on his side of the ring, and O’Rion’s hoisting out a ladder on his. TyranT turns around and delivers a hard chair shot to the rising Striker, who falls back down to the mat where he came from!

Foxx: And now he’s got nothing to do so he’s just kicking the lifeless forms of Striker and Austin!

Stone: Now Smitten enters the ring and here’s a duel for the ages! The two biggest men in this match go straight at each other, fists everywhere, TyranT shoves Smitten into a corner and tries to clothesline him against it but Smitten elbows TyranT before he can hit the move, and he follows it up with a very skilled big boot right to the chest of TyranT!

Foxx: TyranT hits the mat and Smitten tries to drag him out of the ring towards that table, but before he can he’s hit in the back with a ladder!

Stone: Alex O’Rion wielding that ladder, and now Austin rises to his feet... Alex puts the ladder on his own head... what’s he planning?

Foxx: He starts spinning! That ladder CRUSHES Austin and Christopher flies out of the ring with the force of the ladder shot!

Stone: And Striker meets the same fate as Austin only a few seconds later! Striker is out of the ring and O’Rion is now in control of this match up!

Foxx: Smitten and TyranT also getting to their feet!

Alex hesitates, not knowing who to swing his ladder against. Unfortunately, this hesitation proves costly, and both Smitten and TyranT make it to their feet on opposite side of O’Rion’s ladder. Alex finally decides to swing for both of them but TyranT blocks his end and Smitten does the same – and then they swing it back the opposite way, spinning Alex in an effort to try and knock the other over. They both block the ladder as it swings to their other side and this repeats a few times until finally, Alex stops himself swinging mid swing and reverses the direction, nailing both Smitten and TyranT unawares and they collapse to the mat!

Stone: That’s some tactical weaponry there from O’Rion! All four of his competitors are down and he could win it here!

Foxx: Alex O heads outside the ring to try and grab Austin, and he throws him into the ring but there’s a nasty blow to his back and Striker is assaulting O’Rion outside the ring!

Stone: Striker getting back to his feet and he loads Alex up – EXILE TO OBLIVION! Striker nails the former Hayabusa Cup winner with his finisher and O’Rion is laid out on the floor! He may be out of this one!

Foxx: That’s just pure dangerous! He could have killed O’Rion!

Stone: Because swinging ladders at people’s heads is 'A-okay'. Striker grabs one of the many pre-provided chairs that’s lying around the ring and he rolls inside it, and Austin is only just getting to his feet... Smitten also rolling in with a chair on the opposite side!

Foxx: This can only end well... Austin rising, Smitten and Striker swing... AND IT’S A HOME RUN! Austin is DEAD after that one and what a beautiful conchairto from Smitten and Striker!

Stone: There’s no friends in this match, and Smitten and Striker now in a showdown, it’s a chair duel! The sounds of those chairs clashing midair is tremendous!

Foxx: Tremendously awesome.

Stone: Every shot hits the other’s chair! Smitten swings up, Striker swings up, Striker swings left, Smitten blocks! It’s evenly matched!

Foxx: Striker swings, Smitten DUCKS! Smitten ducks the shot and returns the mistake with a shot to the back of the head! Striker goes down to join Austin on the mat!

Stone: Smitten’s not watching behind him! For the SECOND time in one night, TyranT backstabs an opponent and a chairshot takes Smitten down to the mat as well!

Foxx: TyranT turns around, he’s not... haha! The fat bastard is! He’s climbing the ropes!

Stone: The man’s three hundred and fifteen pounds!

Foxx: Kane’s about that much!

Stone: Kane is TALL, you idiot! TyranT’s just pure weight!

Foxx: You mean fat.

Stone: It’s nice to be nice.

Foxx: Well, that fat fuck isn’t playing nice, and he’s made it to the top turnbuckle! His enemies in the ring are all getting to their feet!

Stone: TyranT loads it up and he JUMPS! THREE HUNDRED FIFTEEN POUND SPLASH! TyranT takes down Smitten, Striker and Austin!

Sneakily, O’Rion slides into the ring with a ladder in hand. Holding his neck, and clearly still feeling the impact of Striker’s finisher, O’Rion lays the ladder across his four fallen opponents and flings himself upon the top turnbuckle, jumping into the air with total recklessness and hitting the ladder with a senton.

Foxx: INSANE! O’Rion nailed that ladder and practically killed his own back just to land it across the other four! He’d be able to win if he wasn’t writhing in pain himself!

Stone: That’s the lengths these men will go to! They’ll kill themselves just to get to that Mount Vesuvius Torch!

Foxx: Well, O’Rion is trying to make it back around, and the crowd are on their feet!

Stone: On their feet booing O’Rion!

Foxx: Hey, his ten-man fan squadron is out there! See? Right where I’m pointing.

Stone: Oh, yeah. Well, they’re the only ones cheering! O’Rion manages to throw an arm over Austin, he could win it here! ONE! TWO!

Foxx: NO! Damnit, Striker interrupts the pin! Striker rolls out of the ring towards the entrance and he’s going for a table... he’s setting it up next to the other one! Double table trouble!

Stone: That can only mean later epic falls... but I guess we’ll have to wait and see! Smitten has managed to get to his feet and he’s got the ladder in his hands, holding it open faced towards TyranT and O’Rion, who are getting up!

As soon as Ty and Alex are on their feet, Smitten hoists the ladder up and uses the legs as you would scissors, crashing them together to smash the two opponents within the arms. TyranT stumbles back and falls against the turnbuckle, and Smitten lays the ladder against him, while Alex falls backwards into an Austin roll-up!

Foxx: Shit! Roll up! Austin might have it!

Stone: ONE! TWO! THR-NO! KICKOUT FROM ALEX O’RION!

Foxx: Alex luckily kicks out and now Smitten comes from behind, he grabs Austin in a gorilla press! What’s he... haha! AWESOME!

Stone: Smitten throws Austin INTO the ladder against TyranT and Austin crumples to the mat in a heap, TyranT sinking to the bottom turnbuckle, the ladder bouncing off to rest on the top rope! Painful indeed for Austin and TyranT!

Foxx: Striker’s still working on those tables outside... he’s set up FOUR tables, two on top of two! What the hell is he planning?

Stone: Can’t believe you can’t guess that.

Foxx: Well I know WHAT, I just don’t know WHO...

Stone: Take your pick, there’s four candidates. Anyway, Striker isn’t part of the action right yet as Smitten is dealing with O’Rion, who’s now gotten to his feet! O’Rion wants the ladder, but Smitten wants it back, they’re duelling over it! Left from O’Rion, left from Smitten!

Foxx: They’re literally duelling OVER the ladder... haha. I get the pun.

Stone: Wasn’t a pun... but yes, the foot of the ladder is below them. Good job there, detective-

Foxx: Holy shit... Striker’s got a plan!

Without any warning whatsoever, Striker sees the situation in the ring and leaps to the apron, then to the turnbuckle in one fluid motion, O’Rion and Smitten not noticing as they fight.

Stone: What’s he... no! YES! HE DOES! STRIKER JUMPS INTO MID AIR AND LANDS ON THE LADDER, SEESAWING THE OTHER END INTO THE FIGHTING SMITTEN AND O’RION! WHAT A MOVE!

Foxx: Striker’s not done, either! He flings himself to the top rope, and he’s going for a springboard senton! SPRINGBOARD SENTON!

Stone: HE-NO! HOLY SHIT! STRIKER’S JUMP GOT INTERRUPTED BY A HUGE CHAIRSHOT FROM CHRIS AUSTIN! AUSTIN NAILED STRIKER IN THE BACK AS HE TRIED FOR A SENTON!

Foxx: Striker CRUMPLES to the mat, absolutely dead after a move like that! That’s what happens if you go for too many risks!

Stone: Austin could have it here! He’s grabbing Striker and pulling him up to the top turnbuckle, and leaving him there for now, grabs a chair... NAILS TyranT in the face with a chair! TyranT’s nose might be broken after that! He’s bleeding pretty badly!

Foxx: This match is AWESOME!

Stone: Smitten and O’Rion still down after that ladder manoeuvre from Striker, and now Austin looks down... the ladder... what’s he planning? Austin throws Striker down from the turnbuckle and he sets up the ladder in the ring, what’s he planning?

Austin sets up the ladder towards the entrance-side of the ring, and then begins dragging Striker up it with a little difficulty, the crowd cheering the whole way, duelling chants of ‘Let’s go Austin’ and ‘Let’s go Striker’ filling the arena – although Alex’s 10-man cheer section looks to be abstaining from the war of words.

Foxx: He’s pulling Striker up the ladder, there must be a reason!

Stone: He makes it to the top... everyone’s eyes are on Austin! Austin grabs Striker on his back in a fireman’s carry! He’s... HE’S EYEING THE TABLES!

Foxx: No way he can make that-

Stone: JUMP! AUSTIN JUMPS AND HOLY! FUCKING! GOD! AUSTIN USES THE TOP ROPE AS A TRAMPOLINE AS HE JUMPS OFF THE TOP OF THE FUCKING LADDER, AND TRANSITIONS IT INTO A SAN JOSE SMACKDOWN ON STRIKER THROUGH FOUR MOTHER! FUCKING! TABLES!!!

Foxx: MOBY DICK’S AUNTIE CASSIE! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!

Stone: BOTH MEN ARE LIFELESS! BUT WHAT A FUCKING MOVE! CAN WE SEE THAT ON A REPLAY?

The replay shows the move in all its glory – Austin loads Striker onto his back in a fireman’s carry on the top of the ladder, jumps onto the top rope as a trampoline, and sends Striker and himself crashing through the four tables on the outside of the ring with a modified RKO. The crowd can be heard chanting over the replay, shouting ‘EFF EMM DUB! EFF EMM DUB!’

Foxx: Only on Full Metal Wrestling can you see that! I can’t believe Austin pulled that off!

Stone: I can’t believe they’re still ALIVE! If Austin had slipped on that top rope, they both would have been KILLED!

Foxx: Well, Austin is in no condition to get Striker into the ring, much less pin him... both TyranT and Smitten have set up ladders in the ring, looking to take advantage of O’Rion’s weariness!

Stone: Their ladders are right next to each other and they’re duking it out... one man must fall! The other takes out O’Rion and you have yourself a winner!

Foxx: This fight could indeed decide who goes to Ultimatum! TyranT lands a hit, Smitten lands one! Evenly matched, both men fighting... TyranT is going for the ladder! So does Smitten! Both men shove the other’s ladder backwards...

Stone: No way... they’re toppling backwards! THEY’RE TOPPLING BACKWARDS! SMITTEN AND TYRANT FALL BACKWARDS WITH THEIR LADDERS AND THEY BOTH GO THROUGH TABLES! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Foxx: AGAIN! MORE AWESOMENESS! THIS IS INCREDIBLE! TYRANT AND SMITTEN JUST TOOK EACH OTHER OUT! BOTH MEN WENT THROUGH SOME OF THE TABLES THAT HAD BEEN SET UP BEFORE THE MATCH! NEITHER MAN WILL GET THE CHANCE TO TAKE O’RION OUT! ONLY O’RION’S LEFT! HE’S GOT IT IN THE BAG!

Stone: Alex O’Rion, now with the ultimate chance to win... and he’s heading out to the wreckage of tables that is Striker and Austin! He drags Striker up and out, and Striker is actually unconscious... I can’t believe O’Rion is going to win like this! By default!

Foxx: Least his cheering section is happy.

Stone: O’Rion goes for the pin... it’s all over! One! Two! THREE!

Foxx: NO! AUSTIN! DAMNIT! THE REF SAYS AUSTIN BROKE THE PIN!

Stone: Austin has indeed clambered into the ring and stopped O’Rion winning it! Austin looks dead, he’s bleeding everywhere, loads of cuts and scars, but he’s fighting on anyway! He could win it here! O’Rion is pissed, he pulls Austin to his feet-

Foxx: SJS! SAN JOSE SMACKDOWN! CHRIS AUSTIN TAKES OUT ALEX O’RION! NO!

Stone: CHRIS AUSTIN IS GOING TO ULTIMATUM! HE IS GOING TO ULTIMATUM WITH THREE SIMPLE NUMBERS! HE PUTS THE HAND OVER STRIKER! ONE!

Foxx: TWO!

Stone: THRE- NO! WHAT THE HELL?

Foxx: IT’S ROMEO VIZZINI!

Romeo Vizzini has indeed sprinted down the ramp and thrown Austin off of Striker’s lifeless form. Austin looks as confused as anyone and pissed, but he is too tired and too bruised to stop Vizzini’s sudden assault. Vizzini places a chair in the centre of the ring and drags a bleeding, destroyed Austin to the top rope, where he jumps off to nail Omerta, an elevated pedigree.

Stone: That’s disgusting! That’s truly disgusting behaviour! Romeo Vizzini has no right to be down here, he lost his match last week and he’s only out here so he can sabotage Chris Austin!

Foxx: Three syllables, partner – No DQs.

Stone: I don’t care! That’s unfair, biased, and look at Vizzini smirk as he leaves the ring! That’s despicable.

Foxx: Despicable as it may be, O’Rion’s thrown a hand over Striker! It’s over now! ONE!

Stone: Two...

Foxx: THREE!

Stone: NO! NO THREE! SKYLER STRIKER JUST KICKED OUT! STRIKER KICKED OUT!

Foxx: He was fucking UNCONSCIOUS!

Stone: He must still be in it! O’Rion is furious! He can’t catch a break here! O’Rion pulls Striker to his feet and Striker’s barely able to stand, O’Rion nails him with an O’Rion Pride!

Foxx: No way is Striker kicking out of that one! He just slumps like the boneless man to the mat and O’Rion makes the cover, ONE! TWO! THREE!

Stone: That’s three! No kickouts, no interference, Alex O’Rion has won the match!

Sheila Blige: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND THEREFORE THE CHALLENGER FOR THE FULL METAL CHAMPIONSHIP AT ULTIMATUM TWO, ALEX O’RIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Alex O'Rion (8.32 aps + 1.0 avs = 9.32 total)
Christian G. Smitten (8.63 aps + 0.4 avs = 9.03 total)
Skyler Striker (8.5 aps - 0.1 penalty + 0.5 avs = 8.9 total)
TyranT (8.45 aps + 0.3 avs = 8.75 total)
Chris Austin (8.4 aps + 0.1 avs = 8.5 total)

“Sick of it All” hits the arena and O’Rion gets to his feet, arms raised by the referee, celebrating like crazy, running fingers through his hair ala Edge. He mouths ‘I’m coming for you, Nick’ to the camera and lies against the ropes, breathing heavily, still exhausted from the match. The carnage is evident – a bleeding Austin lies unconscious in the ring, and medics come to assist him, as they do Striker, who is also unconscious – again after the first huge table incident. TyranT and Smitten lie near-motionless in the ruins of their respective tables.

Stone: What a match! That was INCREDIBLE! But we have a winner and I never thought I’d be saying this after his earlier streak of bad luck in previous cycles: Alex O’Rion is going to main event Ultimatum!

Foxx: It’s about damn time! The man finally gets a fair, one on one chance! It’s going to be great!

Stone: And on a small sidenote, now that Striker's lost this match, he's also going to Ultimatum to face none other than John Derrick!

Foxx: Who cares? This is Alex O'Rion all the way! WOOHOO! Score one for the bad guys!

Stone: That’s all the time we have for now, folks – we’ll see you at 8.3!

The final shot before fadeout shows a victorious Alex O’Rion smiling sickly, eyes focused on the carnage around him.