I just said, ’up yours,’ baby! Strip down core violate and paralyze Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize Hung Lo gets on Ultimatum’s shoulders ready for a rana. He gets the down part right, but Ultimatum refuses to cooperate. Instead he pulls Hung Lo back up onto his shoulders. Hung Lo hits a fierce punch to Ultimatum's head, and for his trouble, gets powerbombed into the turnbuckle. Slung low like a whore - yeah Devil want some more - yeah Tane Rau is now attacking RDV again. He picks him up and scoop slams him. But RDV is fast to his feet, and just as fast to DDT Tane Rau back down. He quickly applies an inverted surfboard to Rau, who struggles mightily in the hold. Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the fucker UnPrettier whips El Mystery into the ropes and goes for a spinning clothesline, but his opponent ducks it and bulldogs UnPrettier to the ground. He climbs up to the top rope and dives off, hitting a viscious elbow to the back of UnPrettier's neck. He hooks UnP's far leg. Yeah - I want it UnPrettier ducks and hits an inverted facelock on El Mystery. He grabs his tights and lifts him vertical, then slams him down hard, head first on the mat Yeah - I need it CKY went for a kick. Nick was able to catch it and quickly turn it into a Dragon Screw. He sent CKY spinning to the mat. He ran over and locked on a Boston Crab! CKY screamed as the pain coursed through his body. Yeah - I love it CKY signaled it was time for Deturneration and whipped the hunching Nick Diamond into one of the corners. CKY climbed slowly to the top and locked his arm around Nick's head in preparation for the DDT aspect. Yeah - electric head in your head - in your head - in you! A kick catches the side of MKick's head, driving it against the mat. KMac picks up the dazed MKick and tosses him into the air. Breakneck speed get a violent spinal crackin' KMac grabs MKick's arm and whips him into the corner. He charges MKick, launching himself at his opponent -- but Kick ducks, and KMac flies chest-first into the ringpost. Back down to the chrome and feel the death wish attackin' Highone is taking his hits out on Josh, and doesn't see that Reaper is also revived. Reaper takes a running start and *POW* a hard super kick to the side of Highone's head. Highone stumbles to the corner. Josh grabs Reaper and hits the Break Down. Hubcaps on your eyes - yeah Highone's swing is swift and powerful connecting with the side of Reaper's jaw. Reaper's head snaps to the side, sending his body spinning and collapsing to the ground. Highone gets a last couple kicks in for good measure Cannot sympathize - yeah Bob grabs Will by the legs, holds him upside down and starts to shake him just to add nausea to the blood rushing to the head. A fistful of hair and a splinter in the mind! A powerbomb to Bob leaves the giant in a heap Will stomps away. Face. Ribs. Stomach. Legs. Anything vulnerable is a target Bob stops struggling, gushing blood from several cuts. Yeah - I want it TI listens for the sound of him enemy rushing foward, and just before the throat thrust would hit, the Insomniac grabs the outstretched arm, spins his opponent around, and brings a sharp elbow into his ear. Before he can fall, TI takes the man's leg in hand, and with only a subtle amount of presure turns it in such a way that Dante's muscle nearly seperates from the bone. Yeah - I need it Dante leaps over the top rope behind TI’s back and takes the champion to the floor. Just as TI rises to defend himself, a running lariat launches him out of the ring. Dante follows up with an elbow drop to the man's ribs, his eyes glistening with the satisfaction of feeling the Insomniac's heart miss a few beats. Yeah - I love it Misfit ran back towards TaP who dropped down to the canvas in a display of flexibility and quickly hopped him. On the third run back, TaP sprang again into the air in a leapfrog motion as the crowd clapped at his aerial antics. Unfortunately, Misfit was tired of running. Misfit stopped, caught TaP in mid-jump, and flipped him into a Brainbuster! Yeah - electric head in your head - in your head - in you! TaP threw an uppercut straight to Misfit's groin area. Misfit crumpled to the canvas and both men lay there for a second or two. TaP got to his feet, dashed to the outside-ring apron, slingshot himself over the top rope, and landed a flying elbow to the still-immobilized Misfit. Too far gone see the freak apologize Coren pulls Tweeder to his feet and whips him into the plywood at the far corner of the scaffold, which bends but doesnt break. Tweeder slumps backwards until Coren is within a foot, then suddenly lashes out with a dropkick, staggering his opponent. Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize Tweeder pulls Coren up and hits a waist lock. But as he hefts Coren into the air, the Bleeder Champ springs to life, twisting around in Tweeder's grasp and getting a front facelock. He plants his feet against Tweeder's chest and pushes off, turning the suplex into a DDT variation, and impacting TWeeder's head against the steel. Slung low like a whore - yeah Ultima picked Lance up by his neck and flipped him into a standard Suplex. Lance rolled around and came to rest on his stomach. Ultima quickly hopped onto the top turnbuckle and dropped down, hitting the Third Wire onto Lance's back! Devil want some more - yeah Lance rolled the semi-conscious Ultima back into the ring, lifted him up, and brought him down in the stunner-like motion that signaled the Canadian Cutter! Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the fucker His face now beet-red, Zephro begins pounding at NSane's legs as hard as he can to topple the big man. Sane doesn't fall, but Zephro's continued resistance, weak as it's becoming, seems to frustrate him. He slams his opponent to the mat. Yeah - I want it Lucas waits until Zephro is in the middle of the ring to meet him. Zephro isn't prepared for the barrage of well-placed punches Lucas unleashes on his opponent, which force him to put up his hands and back away. Yeah - I need it The referee asks Lucas if he wants to quit as Wildchild pushes on the hammerlocked arm. He shakes his head no, trying to wiggle free from Wildchild's grip. Lucas wiggles and jerks, his squirms growing more and more violent. His head shakes with the effort. Wildchild tightens the hold. Yeah - I love it Zephro sneaks into the ring and dashes at Lucas from behind. A diving blow to the back of his bad leg knocks Lucas back to the mat. He screams, clutching his knee and rolling back and forth. Yeah - electric head in your head - in your head - in you!  Tex: Hello folks and welcome to the 411Fed Royal Rumble!! Banter: Tonight's pay-per-view is brought to you in part by The Song of the Week and Eat My Justice! Tex: They're both outstanding sponsors! The action begins right now, with the Royal Rumble itself! Banter: And later on, we'll see Titanium Insomniac, the champ, face off against Bruce-42, finally! Tex: Right you are! Metallicas "King Nothing" is piped into the arena... and a digestive track enters onto the stage to mixed reactions from the crowd. The crowd clearly knows this is MKick partially invisible... but for some reason it is difficult to "get into" a wrestler who is only a poop chute. Announcer: AND THE NUMBER ONE ENTRANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE..... MKICK! Tex: It would appear as if MKick is still suffering from the affects of the invisibility... Banter: What was your first clue? MKick is now inside the ring... and his stomach floats through the ring as he walks around. The crowd still not sure how to respond. "Welcome Home" by Metallica enters into the Arena, soon followed by NSane himself. The crowd goes apecrap for their Tag Champion. Announcer: NOW MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING... THE NUMBER TWO ENTRANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE... NSANE! NSane steps into the ring... groggily eyeballing the semi-invisible man, he paces around it. The bell rings Banter: and the 2004 Royal Rumble is under way Tex: This should be interesting... Banter: Agreed... NSane and MKick are good friends... it should be amazing to see how the two allies respond to this situation... Tex: I was just referring to MKick only showing a digestive system... it’s just gross... The two friends circle around the ring... They would be locking eyes, that is, if MKick had them. NSane is prepped to win this thing, just as MKick is. NSane lunges at MKick to try to tie up, but pulls short before making contact... Invisi-kick is puzzled. Sane gives it one more attempt... but again stops before contact. Sane looks to his friend... and goes and sits in the corner... Kick follows suit and goes to the opposite corner... And they wait... Tex: It would appear as if the two have come to some kind of an agreement about the rumble... perhaps they don't want to fight each other until the very end? Banter: Or perhaps Kick is just to F'n disgusting to touch Tex: Or that The crowd begins chanting down the timer for the next entrant... 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Announcer: AND THE 3RD ENTRANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE... EL JOBBER! Lemon Jellys "Nice Weather For Ducks" is heard and El Jobber steps out onto the stage. El Jobber rushes down to the ring just as MKick and NSane prepare for their opponent to enter. Jobber slides in and is immediately met with repeated boots from NSane... and presumably repeated kicks from Kicker. He keeps trying to get up.. but is sent back down each time. After a short while the two comrades lay off as NSane picks Jobber up... he is holding up for a clothesline. And the bundle of intestines rush at Jobber and floors him. Tex: Was that a Clothesline? or a big boot? Banter: I have no idea... MKick now returns the favor for NSane by picking Jobber up for him. Sane steps over and starts letting his knees drive into Jobbies gut. This eventually sends Jobber to his knees. Sane stands tall just long enough for Jobber to hit a nut punch on him... sending him reeling. He quickly turns and punches kick in the region his nuts would be... sending him to the ground. Banter: Excellent strategy... using the anus to determine the location of the penis Tex:... Tex... We will never speak of this again...ever... Nsane is still lying on the ground... but it appears as if Kick is standing... but hunched over. Jobber reaches out with his hands and finds Ms head. He wraps his arms around it and nails a DDT. Crowd Chanting 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Speakers: You know it’s sad but True Announcer: NOW ENTERING TO THE RING... THE 4TH MEMBER OF THE ROYAL RUMBLE... ZEPHRO...CARNELIAN! Zephro sprints to the ring and slides in. He immediately jumps onto NSanes downed body and lays into him with multiple punches. He then relents for a moment onto to pick him up and rest his torso on the top rope. He grabs one of Sanes legs and tries to hoist him out of the ring. El Jobber lays off MKick for a moment and grabs the other leg... speeding along the process. NSane flips over the top rope and grabs onto El Jobbers wrist!... but NSane hangs on and slides back in under the bottom rope. El jobber however grabs onto the top rope and is just dangling... mere feet above the floor. Zephro begins working the hands of Jobber in an attempt to send him down... and he gets one of the hands off the rope. He begins working the other hand... and gets it off too! El Jobber falls towards the floor. But WAIT! He grabs onto the second rope with both hands, keeping his knees bent so as not to touch the floor. Tex: Incredible show of athleticism! Invisi-Kick doesn't see that his enemy is about to be knocked out... all he sees is a target with his back turned to him. Zephro. He rushes at him and slams hard into his back. Sending Zeph into the ropes... and bounces off... and falls down onto his back. El Jobber takes the moment to pull himself up to the apron and slide back into the ring. By that time Sane is standing and waiting for him... Jobber stands up and is met with numerous midsection kicks. After about 5 of them Jobber Wises up and catches one. He spins Sane in a half circle and jumps into the air and grabs his head and hits a Bulldog DDT hard into the mat! 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Announcer: COMING DOWN TO THE RING... THE FIFTH ENTRANT OF THE ROYAL RUMBLE... MEMBER OF THE DYNASTY... COREN! Coren comes out to his entrance music "The Grudge" by Tool. He takes his sweet time down to the ring. Banter: Finally some good sense. Tex: What do you mean Banter? Banter: You don't HAVE TO rush down to the ring and flurry into it. Take your time... walk slow... it gives you that much extra time in the rumble. By this time Coren has made it to the ring... he steps up onto the apron... and waits... he fake yawns... then gets ready to step into the ring... but stops... looks down and decides to tie his boots tighter. Banter: BRILLIANT! Tex: *sigh* NSane is then whipped into the ropes by El Jobber colliding with Coren on the outside. Coren falls to the floor and tumbles a few feet before getting violently angry. He now rushes into the ring and begins to pound on NSane with El Jobber. Meanwhile Invisikick hits a hiptoss into a diamond cutter on Zephro. And all of a sudden his circulatory system becomes visible. Tex: WOW! Now MKicks arms and legs are more visible! Banter: Its still gross. At least MKick now loses his edge. The downed Zephro opens his eyes to see that Kick is no longer at an advantage and he pops right up delivering an elbow to the Face of MKick. Kick reels back and Zeph nails a kick to his temple... staggering Kick to the side... and Right into an uppercut from Zeph... sending Kick over the top rope. MKick however lands on his feet on the apron... and him and Carnelian start trading punches. Sane is tucked into one of the turnbuckles with Jobber and Coren laying into him. Coren turns his head to see MKick on the apron... and he rushes over to save his Dynasty teamate. He hits a spinning heel kick to the back of Zephs head. MKick steps back in through the 2nd and 3rd rope... and immediately T-Bone Suplexes Coren over the top rope. Tex: WHOA! CORENS BEEN ELIMINATED! Banter: Not just yet.... look... his feet haven't hit the ground... Tex: That's teamwork for ya huh? Banter: I would hardly call those two a team. MKick rushes over to the corner where NSane is being beaten by Jobber to give him a hand. As where Coren slides back in under the bottom rope only to be assaulted by a pissed off Zephro. The Crowd Riles up again... 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 Tex: ITS ONE OF THE MYSTERY COMPETITORS! 3 2 1 *BUZZ* A long moment of Silence overtakes the crowd... the announcers... and even teh competitors in the Ring... Criminal by Fiona Apple plays...and BARONESS steps out onto the stage... she cracks her whip Announcer: COMING DOWN TO THE RING NOW... THE MYSTERY COMPETITOR... AND THE 6TH ENTRANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE... BARONESS! Baroness makes her way down... and all action in the ring has stopped awaiting her arrival. No one really knows how to react. She steps into the ring... whip in tow. She looks around the ring and sees multiple familiar faces (and one she simply can't make out due to lack of a face). She smiles. And starts cracking the whip at everyone in range. Everyone scrambles... a few take sharp snaps across their backs and legs...eventually a ref from the outside steps in and takes the whip away. Baroness doesn't skip a beat and charges at Zephro and jumps up onto his shoulders and hit a hurrica-rana. The others in the ring pair off. Coren to Sane and Jobber to Kick. Kick approaches Jobber and walks right into the El Superkick! Tex: Holy Crap! Kick has been laid out! Jobber debates putting Kick over the top rope but instead opts to go help Baroness with her assault on Zeph. He climbs to the top rope... and jumps off hitting Zephro in the back of the head with a Missile Dropkick... Baroness is quick to react and on Zeph's plunge to the ground she wraps his head and adds more impact to it with a DDT. Baroness steps up... runs to the ropes... jumps on the middle... and moonsaults directly onto Zephro's back. Coren is tucked up against the corner... Nsane hits him with repeated punches to the head. Coren is groggy, and Sane capitalizes by scooping Coren up and attempting to dump him over the top... but Coren is holding on for dear life to the top rope. Nsane remains persistent. Tex: We've gone a long time without an elimination Banter Banter: Yeah I'm surprised too Tex: I guess its just the amount of talent that is gathered in that ring is making it difficult for people to be properly sent over the top rope. The crowd again becomes restless 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* PSYCHO ... GROUPIE ... COCAINE ... CRAZY ... Psycho groupie cocaine crazy Psycho groupie cocaine crazy Announcer: NOW ENTERING THE ROYAL RUMBLE AT THE NUMBER 7 POSITION... THE AUSTRALIAN PYSCHO...TaP! TaP rushes down to the clustered ring at full sprint. He rushes onto the apron... up to the top of the ring post... looks at the motionless circulatory system that is MKick and decides to hit the Psycho Splash on him! TaP pops right back up and spits on his former stablemate. He then leaves him laying and heads over to Zephro who is now being pushed over the top rope by El Jobber and Baroness. He begins to assist them. Zeph is yelling with determination to hold on. The push continues... until, out of frustration, El jobber gives up and heads over to Sane who is still trying to push Coren over the top rope... he taps him on the shoulder... Nsane turns around and is on the receiving end of an El Superkick! Tex: WOW! HE HIT ANOTHER ONE! Coren comes back over the top the way he went... turns around... and ducks an El Superkick. Jobber’s leg swings over the top rope leaving him straddling it like a horse... except very painful. Coren grabs the top rope... and picks it up and down causing Jobbers nuts to bounce on the rope over and over. Coren gives up for a moment... and clotheslines Jobber back down! Banter: EL JOBBERS ELIMINATED! Tex: No Wait! He landed on the apron... he's still in this one... Zeph is still up against the ropes about ready to be eliminated by Baroness and TaP... He ends the struggle by poking Baroness in the eye... sending her back. The same thumb poke goes right into the eye of TaP who also stumbles back. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 Misfit sprints down to the ring before it is even his turn to enter. 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Social Distortions "Mommy's Little Monster" Begins playing for a brief moment but is stopped as Misfit has already made it down to the ring. The announcer doesn't even get a chance to properly introduce him. Misfit does a forearm smash to the face of TaP. TaP stumbles back against the ropes. Misfit grabs TaPs arm... does a spinning wristlock... causing TaP to hunch over to keep his shoulder from hyper-extending. Misfit just keeps cranking it hard... until TaP has to give in and flips over onto his back. Misfit then falls down with him driving his knees into TaPs ribs. Meanwhile MKick is just rising to his feet after both an El Superkick and the Psycho Splash... he looks down and has found that his skeleton is now visible along with his circulatory and digestive systems. He turns around to see Zephro rushing at him with his arm extended... Kick ducks and grabs the arm... pulling Zeph down to the mat stomach first. Kick locks in the Rings of Saturn. Zeph is yelling pretty loud... Banter: What is Kick doing? He can't win by submission! Tex: He is just trying to wear him down... its still very early in this fight. Banter: Uh-oh... here comes Coren. And I'm willing to bet he's not too happy about Kicks earlier decision to attack him. Tex: But will he go against Acids wishes and fight Kick at this point in the rumble? Coren paces over... and locks eye to eye with Kick, who is still keeping the rings in tight. Coren thinks for a moment. Then moves over to the legs of Zephro and puts them in the Liontamer. Zeph is screaming wildly! Tex: DANG! That must hurt! Over on the other side of the Ring TaP and Misfit continue their brawl... it appears as if TaP has gotten the upperhand on Misfit... and is kicking him around pretty good. NSane, up from the El Superkick, sees an opening in TaPs defense and rushes in with a clothesline that TaP easily ducks. Just as quick TaP hits a neckbreaker on Nsane. Misfit, finally regaining his composure from TaPs beating, is met with a hurricarana from Baroness. But Misfit stops her before she can finish it... hoists her back up for a powerbomb... but Baroness clocks him in the face... once more for good measure... and ranas him over the top rope... Tex: MISFITS GONE!!!! Banter: No... he's not... he rolled back in under the bottom rope. You really should pay better attention... Tex: I know its just been such an exciting matchup 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 “Rock Superstar” hits the speakers as Tweeder calmly walks out with Johnny Morgan. Announcer: NOW ENTERING THE ROYAL RUMBLE AT THE NINTH POSITION, BEING ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY JOHNNY MORGAN, TWEEDER. Taking advice from Morgan, Tweeder slowly walks down to the ring. As he does, El Jobber dropkicks Coren off Zephro, then continues his attack on him with a backbreaker. Tex: El Jobber just took some heat off Zephro there, but he’s still in MKick’s rings. Tweeder finally enters the ring and goes after TaP, knocking him over, then hitting his rolling Germans. Tex: It’s no surprise that Tweeder went right after TaP considering what happened between them earlier this week. Banter: It’s completely understandable, as TaP and KMac left him naked in the middle of a bar. MKick, whose skin is now visible, releases his hold on Zephro and picks him up to throw over the top, but is blocked by Baroness, who kicks him back into the middle of the ring. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 “Jack Knyfe” blares out on the speakers as Sharpe walks out. Announcer: THE TENTH PARTICIPANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE, SHARPE! As Sharpe runs down to the ring, Coren picks Zephro up and tosses him out of the ring. Announcer: ZEPHRO CARNELIAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED. Banter: Well, Zephro was the first man out. Tex: That’s right, Banter, but there are still nine men in that ring, with Sharpe’s entrance. This is his first match in a 411Fed ring, and he’s hoping to make an impact. Sharpe slides into the ring and attacks Baroness, fists flying. She hits a dropkick, almost knocking him out, but he manages to avoid going over the top. Tweeder and El Jobber are brawling in the center of the ring. Tweeder gets the better of the exchange and picks El Jobber up, intending to powerbomb him out of the ring. Tex: Tweeder may just eliminate El Jobber here. As he gets ready to toss El Jobber out, El counters into a hurricanrana over the top rope, but ends up on the floor himself. Announcer: TWEEDER AND EL JOBBER HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED. Banter: That was impressive, but it shouldn’t count. The former Tweeder Champion should still be in this! Tex: Why should he? He got eliminated fair and square. Banter: Shouldn’t you be focusing on the match? MKick and Coren are working together, trying to eliminate TaP. Sharpe shifts his focus, attacking them, apparently to save TaP, but once he gets them away, he clotheslines TaP over the top rope himself. Announcer: THE AUSTRALIAN PSYCHO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED. Tex: That glory hog! Sharpe saved TaP just so he could eliminate him himself. The rookie Sharpe just eliminated the veteran TaP. Banter: Good idea. Tex: Eliminations are coming fast and furious now. We’re down to six people in the ring, but here comes the eleventh participant. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 "Lying From You" starts and Will walks onto the stage. Announcer: THE ELEVENTH ENTRANT IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE IS WILL007. As he walks down the ramp, Will glares at TaP, who is walking back up. Neither seems willing to take his eyes off the other as they get closer. Tex: Talk about men with history. TaP and Will used to be best friends, now they’re constantly at each other’s throats. After a brief stare down with TaP, Will charges the ring and slides in, attacking Coren as Sharpe brawls with MKick. Misfit hits a dropkick on Baroness, but as he gets up, he is met by a kick to the gut from NSane. NSane follows this up with a DDT. Baroness gets back to her feet, then hits a dropkick on NSane, almost knocking him out of the ring. He manages to hold on, even after another kick from her. He charges off the ropes, clotheslining Coren to the mat. He and Will stomp Coren. Misfit gets up and attacks MKick, who is trying to eliminate Sharpe. Baroness attacks Sharpe to try eliminating him as the countdown starts for the next entrant. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 “Dare to be Stupid” begins as Lucas walks onto the ramp. Announcer: NOW ENTERING AT NUMBER 12, LUCAS. Lucas runs into the ring and joins NSane in his attack on Coren as Will joins Misfit in attacking MKick Banter: No fair, those guy are ganging up on the Dynasty. Tex: Dynasty members aren’t usually on that side of the numbers game, are they? I’m glad to see the locker room start teaming up to take them on. Before the Newcastle Hombres could eliminate Coren, he gets a second wind, hitting a low blow on Lucas. He then dropkicks Will to keep him from eliminating MKick. A spinning heel kick catches Nsane in the back of the head, courtesy of the Baroness. Banter: That’s more like it. Sharpe attacks Misfit, but is met by a clothesline from MKick, who then suplexes him. Coren and MKick pick Sharpe up to toss out, but are once again ganged up on by the faces. Baroness rejoins the action with a kick off the top rope, her foot slamming right into Lucas’ face. As she tries to eliminate Lucas, the crowd loudly starts counting down. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 A spotlight shines onto the entrance way as “Shut Your Mouth” starts to play Announcer: ENTERING THE ROYAL RUMBLE AT NUMBER 13, DANTE. Tex: Could Dante’s former membership in the Hellfire Club with Baroness lead to an alliance for now? That question is quickly answered as when Dante enters the ring, he immediately attacks Baroness, doubling her over with a kick, then hitting a dragon suplex. Sharpe, now recovered from the two on one attack from MKick and Coren, attacks Lucas. He picks Lucas up to eliminate him, but NSane sees this and saves his tag partner. Lucas, not seeing who had saved him, hits a blind kick on NSane. When Lucas sees this, he apologizes and tries to help NSane up, but NSane attacks him. Tex: The Newcastle Hombres are breaking down. Banter: It is every man for himself, and they both know that. Will keeps up his attack on Coren, hitting a vicious gutbuster, and following it up with a snap suplex. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Ultimatum rushes out before his music can start and attacks Will. He goes for a clothesline, and with Coren trying to get to his feet behind Will, the former world champ trips and falls backwards into the top rope. Tex: After their confrontation, it looks like Ultimatum wants to take Will out of the Rumble. Ultimatum picks up his legs and pitches him over the ropes. Will manages to hold onto the top rope and gets back onto the apron, sliding in and attacking Ultimatum hitting a dropkick. Will whips him into the ropes and goes for another dropkick, but Ultimatum holds onto the ropes. He then grabs Will’s legs and rolls him over. Falling backwards, he catapults Will out of the ring. Announcer: WILL 007 HAS BEEN ELIMINATED As Will flies out of the ring, Lucas pulls himself up by the ropes in the corner, then sees a friend in need. Their small spat forgotten, he rushes to Sane's aid. Tex: Lucas immediately goes to help his partner, who is tangled up with Coren! Banter: Both Hombres in the ring at the same time? Real fair... Lucas jumped on Coren's back, locking in a strangle-hold. The surprise caused Coren to stagger backwards and fall down to the canvas. NSane rushed out and started laying kicks into Coren. MKick, who had just laid out Misfit with a T-Bone Suplex, caught a glimpse of his fellow Dynasty member, Coren, catching the beatdown. Banter: It looks like MKick is going to even up the double-teaming of Lucas and NSane... Tex: I'm not so sure about that... Banter: Why isn't he helping??? MKick scooped Misfit up and continued their struggle. Tex: It really is every man for himself... Lucas and NSane scooped up Coren and began trying to push him over the top-rope. Tex: Coren has a firm grasp on the rope! I don't think they'll be able to get him... It is insane in there! Banter: Speaking of NSane, he's not doing too well. Ultimatum locked up with NSane, punched him in the stomach, and then delivered a solid Gutbuster. Lucas on the other hand was fairing better, stomping on Sharpe's toes. By this time, Misfit had gotten back onto his feet and committed his body to a flying Splash onto Baroness. Banter: He's not the only guy who would like to lay his body onto Baroness... Tex: If most men tried that, they'd receive a swift butt-kicking! Meanwhile, Coren was continuing his attack on Lucas. Chop. Head-butt. Forearm smash. Coren flings Lucas into the ropes and caught him with a Monkey-Flip on the run back. Tex: Oh my goodness! Banter: Coren flipped Lucas underneath the top rope! Tex: He's barely hanging on! Another foot lower and he's out! Misfit runs over towards Lucas, seeing an opportunity, but is intercepted by NSane. Coren meanwhile, focuses his efforts elsewhere, thinking Lucas eliminated. Tex: He's not quite ready to see his partner out! Banter: Unfair! Sane and Misfit exchanged punches as Lucas steadied himself and stood back up. He turned towards the fans and raised his arms, having narrowly avoided elimination. Tex: He better watch out... Banter: Too late. Misfit had Irish-Whipped NSane into Lucas, causing him to tumble forward off the outside of the ring. Tex: Misfit eliminates Lucas with his own partner! Announcer: LUCAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY NSA... MISFIT! Banter: Still a good crowd in there. Tex: We've still got Baroness, Sharpe, MKick, Coren, NSane, Ultimatum, Dante, and Misfit still in the ring. That's eight people, folks! Banter: Wow, you can count. Amazing! All the ring's inhabitants were busy. No wrestler was getting a chance to rest this night. Sharpe was getting a double-team stomping from Ultimatum and Coren. Baroness was holding her own with Misfit, having just popped his face into the canvas with a Bulldog. NSane quickly rushed over and knocked her to the ground. He wanted to get his hands on Misfit after Lucas' elimination. MKick and Dante were furiously wailing on each other. Tex: MKick gets the better of Dante! MKick kicked Dante in the stomach, temporarily stunning him. He grabbed the hunched over Dante and ran with him towards the ropes. Dante struggled, but the damage he'd sustained during his time in the ring was too much. Tex: MKick eliminates Dante! Announcer: DANTE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Banter: Chalk another one up for the Dynasty... Tex: Wait, what's this!?! Sharpe had fought Coren and Ultimatum off long enough for Coren to become engaged in battle with Misfit. Sharpe, perhaps even more enraged by the fact TaP and Ultimatum cheated to eliminate Will from the Royal Rumble, let loose with punch after punch. He grabbed Ultimatum and slammed his face into one of the turnbuckles over and over. Sharpe perched the dazed Ultimatum on the top turnbuckle. Tex: Ultimatum is completely out of it. He's just sitting there on the turnbuckle. Wait, Sharpe has joined him! Sharpe climbed the turnbuckles and began to deliver a series of closed-fist shots to Ultimatum's face. Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!!! Sharpe hopped down as Ultimatum fell limp to the side and tumbled off the top turnbuckle and straight to the floor. Tex: Ultimatum is out of the Royal Rumble! Announcer: ULTIMATUM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Banter: He probably won't realize that for another 10 seconds, or at least until he's semi-conscious. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Tex: Time for the next invitee to the dance! 1 *BUZZ* Everyone in the ring stops what they are doing and looks to the entrance ramp and await the music of the IC champion. Coren also stops... and smiles. Look out below by Clsure hits and Lance Canada makes his way down... Everyone in the ring just waits to kick his ass. Coren of course, takes advantage of the moment and eliminates Sharpe. Announcer: SHARPE IS ELIMINATED!!!! This elimination sobers everyone up as they return to the massive brawl that is the Royal Rumble. Lance Canada finally makes it to the ring.... steps in through the middle rope... looks to Coren... nods... falls to the ground and rolls out of the ring. Smiling all the while. Sharpe walks by on his way up the ramp... and Lance just saracasticly claps his hand. He sits on the ring steps and waits. MKick and Misfit are now going at it. Misfit delivers three strong forearm smashes to MKicks head. And finishes it with a headbutt right into the skull of MKick. He spins behind him... and wraps up for teh "Institutionalizer"... but MKick bridges up... breaks the lock on his waist... and hip tosses Misfit onto his back... NSane and Baroness appeared to have come to some form of an alliance as the two of them are double teaming Coren. NSane takes a punch on Coren... causing him to spin around and walk right into a punch of Baroness... and he spins back to Sane... then back to Baroness... repeat the process until Coren pulls a Flair flop onto the canvas. 10 9 8 6 Tex: 6? What happened to 7? Announcer: Just kidding... 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Triumph by Wootang Clan hits and Highone sprints out stops at Lance... flips him the bird... and slides in under the bottom rope. He immediately, and very enthusiasticly, picks Coren up... whips him to the rope... rushes to the other one... and clotheslines him down... Lance jumps up on the apron and starts taunting Highone. Highone comes over and ties up with lance... tries to throw him into the ring, but Lance fights it and drops to the floor, brining Highones throat into the top rope. He cluuches it for breath. Misfit has gotten the upperhand on MKick again by this time... and has Kick set up for a swinging neckbreaker... but NSane kicks him hard in the gut, saving his friend. Baroness follows suit by grabs Misfits hair and trying to toss him over the top. Kick regains himself only to aid in the attempted elimination. They push and they push... But misfit keeps fighting 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* An old maori song featuring drums comes on... and out walks Tane-Rau... he comes down to the ring... steps in... and immediately goes for the 3 people attempting to eliminate Misfit. He scoop slams NSane... but NSane almost unfazed steps right back up... and is met with a dropkick... sending him down again... but still pops right up... and he walks into Tanes DDT. Sane isn't getting up quickly this time. He is slowly and groggily getting up... and Tane Rau is preparing to strike again. Highone and Coren are in the corner brawling. Just the regular back and forth punches. It continues back and forth until Lance reaches in under the bottom rope and trips Highone. Highone looks up from the ground and sees Lances smug face. The gaze is locked for only seconds as Coren kicks highone in the back of the head. NSane is just rising to his feet... and Tane Rau sets him for the Death Valley Driver... his finisher "The Harougu" but while picking him up... NSane slides right over and onto his feet... and he hiptosses Tane-Rau over the top rope and down to the floor Announcer: TANE-RAU HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! Without the force of NSane pushing misfit over... he is capable of fending off Kick and Baroness long enough to regain his footing and get away from the ropes. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* The Dynastys Theme "What's Beef?" hits and Acid Jackrabbit steps out onto the ramp and begins making his way down. Lance Canada is near the announcers table verbally battling with Highone. Highone keeps saying for him to get in the ring... and Lance has been saying he'll do it when hes damn well ready, but he now decides to step in. Lnace steps up and briefly looks past Highone to see Acid entering on the other side and start to rush Highone from behind... but Highone catches the glare and steps aside and Acid cahrages right into lance... sending Lance over the top rope. But Lance catches himself and lands on the apron. The look on his face is priceless as he breathes a sigh of relief. The relief doesn't last long as Highone drop kicks Lance in the face... sending him to the floor. Announcer: LANCE CANADA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM THE ROYAL RUMBLE!!!! The Crowd goes apeshit! Meanwhile, Misfit and Coren stomped NSane's ribcage into taco meat. Banter: Well, from the looks of it, he better be happy with the belt he already possesses. Tex: Don't count NSane out just yet! They say the pursuit of the 411Fed World Championship causes strange bedfellows, and it was certainly being proven true in the pairing of Misfit and Coren. Misfit, the rebel, and Coren, part of the Dynasty, had found an equal score to settle with NSane in the days leading up to the Royal Rumble and they were collecting. Tex: Misfit locks a Guillotine Choke hold onto NSane while Coren stomps his legs! Banter: They are really focusing on his legs! It's like Charlie and Eddie Murphy against Rick James! Tex: No couches involved here. Only the cold, hard canvas... The pair picked up NSane, beaten and exhausted from the amount of time he'd already spent in the ring, and flung him over the top rope. Tex: Oh, NSane is out! Banter: That's nice. Lucas is coming down to help his friend to the back. Tex: NSane put up a helluva fight. It's good to have hombres like Lucas- Banter: The crowd is really lighting up with applause. They must like the gesture- Tex: No, look!!! Acid Jackrabbit and Highone locked up, both trying to garner the advantage and deliver a move that would hopefully incapacitate his/her opponent. MKick was leaning against one of the ring posts, catching a momentary breath while the rest of the people in the ring, Misfit and Coren, had begun a shoving match. It seems their alliance was only so strong. Baroness held herself back for the time being. And out of nowhere, Leroy Brown hopped the ring barrier and raised his arms to a roar of applause from the MSG audience. Tex: LEROY BROWN!!!! Banter: What is he doing here? This isn't right! Highone muscled Acid Jackrabbit back against the ropes. Suddenly, he delivered an aggressive kick to his stomach and locker his arm around his head in anticipation of delivering a DDT. Acid quickly shook off the effects of the kick and lifted Highone up, over his head and the ropes. Tex: HIghone is elim-- Banter: Called that a little too soon, Tex. He was able to hang on to the ropes and prevent himself from falling off. Acid, who had stepped a few feet away from the ropes, noticed Highone's save and decided to finish her off. He dashed towards the ropes opposite of the Euro Champ, preparing to use the momentum he'd garner to pop him with a clothesline and knock him off the apron. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen Leroy Brown enter. It would be the last mistake of the night for Acid. Leroy grabbed the top rope on the side of the ring Acid had been preparing to use and pulled it down. The opening provided just enough space, coupled with Acid's surprise, for Acid to tumble through to the floor outside. Tex: The commish is out!!! Banter: Look, Leroy is leaving! Leroy went over to the fallen Jackrabbit, gave him the middle finger, and ran back off through the crowd. On his mind, nothing but, Mission accomplished." For some reason, the countdown only had five numbers this time around.. 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* But the reason became clear as "5 to 1", the Doors song, blasted through the arena's speakers. Unprettier made his way down to the chaos in the ring. He quickly found his target and began exchanging punches with Coren. Baroness and Misfit had started delivering combinations of attacks to each other. MKick, ever being aware of his situations, still hung back from the fray. Tex: What's that? Banter: It looks like Q. It is Q! Tex: I guess he couldn't wait for the countdown. Q ran past the fans, whose attention was still focused on the ring, and slid into the ring. He quickly ran over and attacked the resting MKick. Baroness, in the meantime, was doing good and had just delivered a Bulldog to Misfit. Tex: Baroness hasn't lost a step!!! She rolled Misfit over and sprang off the second rope. Her flip almost seemed to be in slow motion as a countless sea of flashbulbs went off. Tex: Lionsault!!! Banter: It looks like she could be setting him up for- Tex: She is!!! Corkscrew 450 Splash off the top rope! She sprung up there like a cat and off like a lemming! Banter: A lemming? Tex: I was just trying to think of something that is known for jumping off things. Banter: Ah, okay. I gotta give that one to ya- Tex: Look, she's not done! Baroness scooped the barely conscious Misfit up off the canvas and tossed him from the ring. Tex: Misfit is out!!! Banter: They are going one after another-wait, I spoke too soon! What is she doing? Baroness stood in the middle of the ring for a minute, soaking in the atmosphere. She'd come what she hoped to do. She made a showing at the Royal Rumble and even contributed to a few pour unfortunate souls being eliminated. Baroness walked to the ring ropes and stepped over the top and outside to the apron. She waved to the competitors in the ring, mockingly, and hopped off, eliminating herself from the Royal Rumble. Banter: That is a woman with dignity and strength! Tex: I spose so 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Won't ya gimme three steps, gimme three steps mister- Bob stopped at the top of the ramp and watched the fight going on in the ring. Banter: Pretty good strategy. Just wait until everyone is out and then join? Tex: No, I have an idea of what he's waiting for. The wrestlers continued to rage their war for the gold in the ring. Q had gone from MKick and had begun to help Coren attack Unprettier. MKick was back recovering from the effects of being the first person in the Rumble. A malfunction in the machinery caused the next entrance to come extremely early. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Fly Me to the Moon," came on to a chorus of cheers. Kat walked through the curtain and shook Bob's hand. The tag team made their way towards the ring, picking up their pace with each step closer. As soon as they were in, the attack instantly went to Q and Coren. Unprettier had a chance to back off, and took advantage of the opportunity. Tex: Kat and Bob! Coren and Q! This is one hellacious brawl! Banter: Why isn't MKick helping his Dynasty mate, Coren? Tex: Do you even follow what happens before or after these shows? Banter: No, should I? Tex: Moving on- Kat proceeded to deliver a series of her trademark Knife-Edge Chops to Coren's chest. Bob kept it simple, scooping Q up and delivering a Body Slam. All appeared well as the up and coming tag team seemed to have the situation in control. Meanwhile, Kick and UnP both take a moment to rest. One, worn out, the other just biding his time to make an impact. Contiuning to behave strangely, the next countdown began a mere minute after the last. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Turbo began to walk down to the ring to only the sound of the people in the ring. Apparently, the booth was having technical difficulties in getting his music on the speakers. But, music or not, he had a goal, and it was walking out of Madison Square Garden with the chance to wrestle for the 411Fed World Championship at Wrestlemania. He made his way to the ring and stepped through the ropes. Tex: It looks like he's seen MKick and Unprettier resting while Q, Coren, Kat, and Bob wear each other out. Banter: It also looks like he has the same strategy as MKick and Unprettier. Turbo leaned against the ropes, waiting for the right moment to get into the mix. And, the right moment, was after conserving his energy for as long as possible. Q was now on the canvas and Bob and Kat were focusing their attack on Coren. Tex: Wait, Coren's fighting out of his dilemma! Banter: He's in the Dynasty for a reason! Coren punched Bob, then Kat, then Bob, then Kat, and so on. He ran past the dazed pair and ran the ropes. Unfortunately, Bob and Kat recovered and laid him out with a Double Clothesline. The distraction, however, allowed Q to sneak up from behind Kat. Tex: Hey ref, he's got a big handful of Kat's hair!!! Q took Kat by the head, or hair as it were, and flung her out of the ring. Banter: Kat is out of the Royal Rumble! Bob immediately noticed what happened and began pummeling Q with a series of overhand rights. He grabbed him and began to crush him with a Bear Hug. Banter: Bob does not seem happy. Tex: Can you blame him? 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* The guitar riffs signaled it could be no other than R-D-V. He ran down towards the ring and went straight for Unprettier. He'd seen enough rest. Coren, by this point, had recovered from the Double Clothesline and had just caught Turbo with a Dropkick from the second turnbuckle. MKick, having recuperated as much as he could, was attacking Q along with Bob. There was no rest in the ring; only unrest. Tex: These people are beating the hell out of each other! Banter: That's what they get paid for. RDV hit Unprettier with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Tex: Did you see that? Unprettier almost came down on top of MKick and Bob! Banter: He may have taken Highone's name after being up there. Tex: He almost seemed to touch the rafters!!! Banter: Okay, now you're getting carried away- Q was doing his best to fight Bob and MKick off, but they were proving to be too much. Banter: Bob, working with a member of the Dynasty? Tex: I'm sure Acid Jackrabbit and the others will have something to say about it, but you know what? Banter: What? Tex: It's every man for himself! You do what it takes to win! Banter: But- Tex: I'm sure they won't complain if MKick brings home the title shot- Coren Irish Whipped Turbo with all his might across the ring. In a matter of tenths of seconds, Coren was already running the other direction and mid-handspring. He flawlessly brought up both his legs and connected with the running Turbo's chin. Banter: SMACK! 10 9 8 Tex: Ouch!!! 7 6 5 4 3 Tex: Who will it be next? Banter: You have the list fool- 2 1 *BUZZ* Tex: The Total Package!!!! Banter: Ladies get ready! Tex: Wrestlers get ready! TTP paces around the ring searching for a victim to target. MKick is being assaulted by RDV in the corner. Turbo, Coren, and UnP are trading punches in a three way. Q is down on the mat while Bob is punching him... and Highone is looking on, Back facing TTP. Package has found his prey. He quickly sprints over to him... and clotheslines him in the back of the head, sending him to the mat face first. He capitilizes on the moment by swiftly putting him into a half crab. He continues to twist the leg. Back over at Unprettier, Turbo, and Coren... Coren is down due to fatigue. Turbo and Unprettier both pick him up... and start to toss him over the top rope. Tex; COREN IS GOING TO BE ELIMINATED!!!! TTP grows bored of ravaging the European Champs leg. He releases the hold and is blindsided by Bob with a Bulldog DDT. TTP hits the mat and holds his head with pain. Bob picks him up... but Total package counteracts by ducking under Bobs arm... he locks his hands around his waist... ONE GERMAN SUPLEX... they get up... TWO GERMAN SUPLEXS... they get up again... THREE no wait... an elbow to Packages head... he lifts... not quite... another elbow... Package lets go... bob spins around. Bob kicks to TTPs gut... Package tries a roundhouse kick to the head... Bob ducks... kicks once more to his gut... Package bends over... Bob stradles over him... hoists him up for a powerbomb... Package punches his head... Bob steps back... Package punches again... another step back.... Package keeps punching his head... Bob starts falling backwards... bounces into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring... and packages falls forward to the floor... Announcer: THE TOTAL PACKAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! Bob regains his composure... and looks out to the ramp and sees TTP heading back up it. He turns around and sees Highone... staring right at him... Highone extends his hand... Bob accepts. The tie up... and Bob overpowers him pushign to the back rope... Bob releases... and steps back... Highone steps back up... Highone gives his nod of approval. They tie up again... but highone gives a jumping kneestrike. Sending Bob to the back rope. Bob comes back to the center of the ring. Another nod of approval this time from Bob. Coren is fighting it by holding onto the ropes. He is drenched in his own sweat. UnP and Turbo keep fighting him. With MKick on his ass in the corner from RDVs beating, RDV leaves him to assist in the removal of Coren. Coren goes over the top rope. Banter: Is he gone? Coren is holding on to the top rope with both hands... his feet barely draping teh floor. Bob and Highone are now going punch to punch with each other. Highone eventually gets the other hand... and swings around and jumps on the massive Bobs back and locks on a sleeperhold... bringing Bob down to his knees. Tex: It seems that the equipment is functioning properly again. Banter: So then where's the next entrance, huh? Wrong Tex! Tex: Actually it should be about.. The crowd begins to chant 10 9 8 Banter: Showoff 7 Coren looks to the front ramp... not remembering who enters next... he hopes for some assistance 6 Bob Stands up... and rushes backwards into the turnbuckle... smashing Highone into the turnbuckle 5 Bob grabs Highones head and flips him right over his shoulder, and the top rope... but Highone lands on the apron while hodling Bobs head. 4 Highone pulls Bob by the head with all his might... and Bob goes over the top rope... hitting the floot 3 Announcer: BOB HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! 2 1 *BUZZ* Ultima rushes down teh ramp just a couple seconds before his music, "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins, even begins to play. He hops up onto the apron... looks at Coren and starts chopping him across his chest... Unprettier, Turbo, and RDV continue to work the hands at the same time. Coren slowly raises his feet despite the assault... and gets to the apron... everyone begins punching him. Coren falls down Tex: HES ELIMINATED!!! Coren lands on the apron backfirst... and rolls back in... Banter: The lucky S.O.B. Q is now at his feet and rush over to the crowd that is gang beating Coren. He goes right for Ultima with a superkick... Ultima bounces off the rope and falls face first. Q then does a standing elbow drop on the fallen hero. Unprettier grows tired of beating on Coren and moves onto Highone... who has startign picking on the motionless MKick in the corner. The Crowd Begins to Chant 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* Working It Out by Hilary Duff is played on the arenas loud speakers... and Canadian Cassanova enters the ring. RDV is waiting for him... As Nova enters through the middle rope RDV meets him with a double axe handle into his back... causing Casanova to come in hunching over with pain. RDV continues the beating with more punches and various kicks to the back until Nova makes it over to the corner to straighten himself out. He straightens up but is still recieving a beating from RDV. RDV throws a punch but Nova gets an arm up to block. RDV throws another punch... but again... another one blocked... Nova turns the tides and starts unleashing his own series of punches and kicks... Turbo is still going back and forth with Coren... until Coren gives Turbs a vicious poke to the eyes... sending Turbs to the ground blind... Coren steps away from Turbo only to see Ultima with his arms tied in the ropes with Q taking punch after punch after punch on him. It's too easy of a target to pass up. Coren goes over and assists... each punch almost sends Ultima over the top rope. RDV is backed into the corner With nova unleashign on him. Nova goes for a clohtesline but RDV ducks... and spins around... now putting Nova back into the corner. He goes for a shoulder to the midsection but Canadian Casanova wraps his arms around RDVS waist... and hoists him up... turns over... tips him over the top rope and sends RDV down... But RDV forces Novas hands to stay locked... sending him with him over the top and down to the floor... Announcer: RDV and CANADIAN CASANOVA HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! Back over with Ultima Q and Coren. Ultima is still struggling to free himself from the ropes.. Coren stops Q from punching Ultima for a moment to forumulate a plan. He begins to make soe hand gestures to Q that we can make out. He is signaling for a double clothesline. Q nods along knowing he has seen this spot work repeatedly in his old wrestling tapes. They prepare for the attack just as Turbo regains his vision... he sees the attack being attempted and rushes over as fast as he can... The double clohtesline is jsut about to hit when Turbo jump in between the two assailants and Ultima. The force is so great that it sends turbo onto the top rope, giving Ultima a moment to break loose... but also it is strong enough to send him over and to the floor. Announcer: TURBO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! The Crowd begins to scream with the countdown 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 *BUZZ* "Money talks by ACDC is played and teh Australian Josh Mitchell makes his way down to the ring and enters through the middle rope. Q grabs Coren and sends him down with a hard clothesline, he gets on the ground and hits some stomps on Coren, Coren is now struggling to get up. Q and Coren exchange punches one by one as Coren starts to get to his feet, from the ground up they punch each other real hard. Tex: God it looks like the Dynasty members are pulling rank in the match. Banter: Why are you looking there while on the other side HighOne and Josh Mitchell are going at it like a pack of dogs. Josh and HighOne apparently holding some more grudges from their Euro title match. HighOne is hitting chop by chop by chop. Josh’s chest is red as a tomato; Josh shows HighOne he means business by countering with hard punches to the face. HighOne begins to bleed from the face, a little blood pours down from his mouth. Josh just begins to laugh as HighOne feels the blood coming from his mouth. He watches as Josh laughs and quickly pulls down Josh’s leg and hits him with a flurry of stomps. Tex: Unprettier is fighting with MKick, that poor guy. Banter: I wouldn’t call him poor, he’s kicking ass. As Banter said MKick is going at Unprettier with everything he’s got. He hits an abundance of stiff kicks on the larger guy. Unprettier stumbles back as a familiar sound is heard. 10. Ultima rests in the corner close to the fights between Q and Coren and MKick and Unprettier. Unprettier stumbles into Q as MKick takes him out completely with a poke in the eye. 9. 8. Unprettier starts punching around blindly as he goes to hit MKick, a blurry image is seen in his eyes as he goes to eliminate the Dynasty member, MKick. 7. 6. 5. He spins around ready to hit a clothesline on the figure; it connects as the figure goes onto the top rope. Unprettier sees the images clearly again as he notices the figure was Q and with a swift punch he sends him right over the top rope eliminating him. 4. 3. 2. 1. *BUZZ* “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson blasts through the arena as an old friend returns to the 411Fed. Tex: That’s Metal Jesus!!! Banter: Holy shit! Ring Announcer: Now entering the ring is our twenty-ninth entrant, METAL… JESUS… Metal Jesus gets in and instead of going for the big cheeses in the fed for recognition goes for the relatively new wrestlers, HighOne and Josh Mitchell. They get into a little brawl as HighOne is pulled out. From behind HighOne is Ultima leaving Josh and Metal Jesus to fight between themselves, Ultima hits a chop at a time and as HighOne goes to block one more a superkick right to the jaw is felt. HighOne is struggling to get up as Ultima pays him the liberty of helping him up ready to hit some new offence, HighOne is pulled up to his knees when he pulls Ultima’s leg down and unbalances him. HighOne gets Ultima into a sleeper hold as the crowd is confused whether to cheer for the HighOne, the European champion or Ultima, crowd favourite. But meanwhile most of the crowd seems to be into seeing the returning Metal Jesus face off again Josh Mitchell. Two born in different worlds ready to face off, or rather already in mid-fight. Josh is holding Metal Jesus in sidewalk slam position ready to drop him onto his back after some simple brawling; Josh starts to walk around in a circle but doesn’t expect anything as from his lying position Metal Jesus hits Josh right in the windpipe. Tex: Alpha Fist!!! Josh Mitchell still recovering as Metal Jesus begins to hit some perfect punches to Josh’s jaw slowly edging him towards the rope. 10. 9. Metal Jesus has Josh on the ropes and continues to punch as he takes advantage. 8. 7. Josh edges closer and closer with each punch as his jaw begins to feel numb. 6. 5. Metal Jesus has him right at the ropes as jumps up and dropkicks the young man over the rope sending him down tired as well. 4. 3. 2. 1. *BUZZ* “Born To Die” by Sevendust hits the speaker alerting the fans to a new entrant. Tex: We know who this is. Banter: And how so. Weapon Omega runs out to the ring ready to fight whomever he can find. Ring Announcer: Entering at number thirty representing The Weapons Of Mass Destruction is WEAPON… OMEGA… Omega runs straight to the now vacated Metal Jesus hoping to eliminate him soon before the legend on 411Fed is allowed to dominate or even win. Some metres away are MKick and Unprettier exchanging punches still hoping to send each other over the top rope, MKick runs to Unprettier breaking the cycle as he ducks him and follows up with a bulldog sending Unprettier right down into the ground. Unprettier recovers furious and punches MKick square in the face, gets him up to the top rope and gets ready to hit his finisher, he grabs his neck and slams him down hitting the Daisy Cutter! Coren comes from behind Unprettier and hits him in the back of the head with a forearm; he falls down and hits his head on the mat as MKick begins to recover. MKick musters up some energy and goes to lift Unprettier onto his shoulders setting up for the C4 Death Valley Driver. Coren doesn't allow anything like that and hits a dropkick straight into the jaw of MKick, this wouldn't be his victory. MKick is sent backward and hits a huge move either way. Tex: Samoan Drop by MKick… Banter: Looks like he messed up the C4 Death Valley Driver. The two slowly recover as Coren stands there cockily; the Dynasty members now stand alongside each other as Unprettier looks to hold his own ground independently. Coren and MKick run to Unprettier punches flaring, he blocks some and some hit. But that doesn't mean they are now on the same side as Coren and MKick manage to hit punches on each other as well. 10. 9. 8. On the other side of the ring Ultima and HighOne are sending everything they’ve got at each other. HighOne runs hitting Ultima with a running knee strike. Ultima gets up rather quickly and goes back to fighting. 7. 6. 5. Chop entail more chops when Ultima is going at it, HighOne has to block his chest each time not allowing much defense. 4. 3. 2. 1. *BUZZ* No music plays. Tex: Where is the music? Banter: Maybe they couldn’t find Run DMC vs. Aerosmith. Tex: What does that have to do with this? Banter: It’s a good song. Tex: So- They get interrupted as the young rookie Eric walks down to the ring distressed yet remaining strong for the crowds. Ring Announcer: Entering at number thirty-one is ERIC… Eric enters the ring and a forceful energy comes over him as he begins to run rope to rope quickly and interrupts the flow of the in-ring action. He jumps from the top rope sending him head first into a general crowd. Apparently his aim had hit Ultima as HighOne and Eric look to Ultima on the ground. Eric runs to the top rope again and gets ready to hit something big. Eric does a backflip and shooting star presses into a standing HighOne who looks just in time to see Eric. He punches the poor kid midway as he falls to the mat in a crumpled heap. Unprettier grabs MKick’s head and drives him into the mat with a hard DDT. Coren is taking a damn big risk as he heads up to the top rope ready for something big. Tex: What’s Coren doing? Coren gets up on the turnbuckle nearest the three as Unprettier and MKick fight each other ignoring him completely. He jumps off hitting two and a quarter forward flips knocking down Unprettier and MKick. Tex: A modified Insanity Effect! But Coren is in too out of it to feel that pride as he stays down on the mat too tired to get up from the risk take, which paid off. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. *BUZZ* The instrumental from “In Da Club” by 50 Cent plays. Bam comes out looking a little more rundown than usual, bag lie under his eyes and he looks beat. He enters the ring as the ring announcer finally realises. Ring Announcer: And out thirty-second entrant currently in the ring is The Big Bamlicious. Bam enters the ring as he sees the veteran’s group he goes after them straight away as if the Rumble was a hierarchy. Bam grabs Unprettier and tries to send the young guy over the top rope; the others are slowly making their way up from the hard mat as fellow Dynasty members fight at each other. Unprettier attacks Bam in a dashing move, the Dynasty are all together now yet Coren and MKick are still a little out of it from the Insanity Effect. Unprettier and Bam are fighting now; they are hitting each other with harsh blows. Eric is fighting with HighOne and Ultima still. Eric is bleeding furiously as Ultima and HighOne have slowed down due to lack of energy. Eric rests on the rope as HighOne goes to clothesline him. Ultima pushes HighOne as he goes to eliminate Eric himself, Eric ducks it and at full speed runs at Ultima who is at the ropes now. A huge clip over the ropes sends Eric and Ultima over. Both men are now out. 10. 9. Unprettier continued to fight with Bam while Coren and MKick recover. 8. 7. HighOne is ready to rest as two of his main troubles are eliminated. 6. 5. Metal Jesus and Weapon Omega are fighting a painful fight as both men refuse to give up. 4. 3. Only two entrants remain as the match begins to come to a conclusion. 2. 1. *BUZZ* “Calm Like A Bomb” by Rage Against The Machine plays signifying the near end of the Rumble. Ring Announcer: Currently making his way to the ring at the number thirty-three as the second last entrant is KMAC… Tex: And with that, we're down to nine people in the Royal Rumble.. Highone with the last elimination goes on the attack on Coren, and begins landing a vicious series of chops, kicks to the stomach, and stomps to the knee. But when he goes to try putting Coren over the top rope, he's met by Bam and a charging forearm to the back of the head, almost like a speeding car striking down an unaware man. With that, High is down on the mat, with the two Dynasty men beating on the downed Highone. Banter:*With a mocking chuckle* That Highone, he just can't avoid catching an ass-kicking from the Dynasty. Tex: My, aren't we the fountain of originality? Banter: Don't roll your eyes at me... On the opposite side of the ring, KMac is catching an attack of his own; this one by a back attack from the Reaper. A right jab to the bottom of the neck, and a slam from his metal leg into the spine of Mac has him down. Stomps insue until Unprettier charges into the Reaper with a diving clothesline; knocking the semi-bionic giant into the corner. Continuing the sudden offensive, Unp waits on Reaper, who's coming off the turnbuckle, and catches him with a single arm DDT only after sweeping the non-metal leg of Reaper's. Tex: Hey, what's the Dynasty doing with Highone? Sure enough, they ARE doing something with him. What that something is would be Bam, Coren, and now MKick hoisting up the European Champ, and are about to pitch him out of the ring. Banter: Well, see ya later High! Tex: Not just yet! A kick to the bottom of Bamlicious' nose, and the "muscle" of the three lets his grip around High's arm loosen just enough so High can elbow MKick square in the jaw. He tries to do something to Coren, but Coren is able to take advantage of the fact that he wasn't one of the people hit by High's struggle. Instead, he jumps on the bottom rope, dives straight into High; hooking the legs as he comes in contact, and... Banter: Reverse Sunset Flip! That just put the ball back in the court. Wait, Tex, I'm sorry. I shouldn't say ball around you in any context. Tex: Ha..ha..ha, shut..up...you..ass! Banter: Aw, it's a joke! Don't look at me like that Tex! Hey, look at the ring! You'd think this would just be Banter trying to get Tex to stop giving him "the look", but, there actually is something going in the ring. Weapon Omega, finally getting the relentless back and forth battle between him and Metal Jesus; which had such things as a whip to the turnbuckle that nearly put MJ' shoulder out of it's socket, and Omega ALMOST being headscissored out of the ring. Thankfully, Omega caught him in midair, and turned it into a gutwrench powerbomb to put the former tag champ down. Now to the current, he notices that Bam is still reeling from being kicked in the nose, and some serious juice is coming out of it as a result. Sizing Bam up, Omega charges forward, and nails Bam in the mouth with a Yakuza kick. Most of the time, this'd knock a man clear over the ropes, but Bam's sheer toughness and bulk just bounces him against the ropes. One problem, Omega is already unloading on the chest, neck, and head of his with some serious stiff kicks. The last one to the chest finally begins to bend him backwards enough so he leans just a little over the top rope. Bam tries to knock Omega off him as Omega tries in vain to throw him over, and succeeds with a swift elbow to the back of his head. But, as he's trying to get off the ropes, Unprettier picks up where Omega left off. A forearm to the chest bumps him back over slightly the top rope, and then starts a rapid repetition of boots to the stomach, holding Bam tighter to the ropes. Then, he tries as Omega did to lift and flip him over, but Bam is holding on like a man possessed to the middle ropes with his right arm, rears back with his left, and comes HARD off the ropes with a stiff clothesline; knocking the rocker flat on his back. Tex: My God! His head nearly came off! Omega punches Bam back to the ropes, but Bam grabs him by his midsection, and lifts him up into a gorilla press.. Banter: Nowhere to go! Nowhere to go but out now! Hope some people are ready to move out of their seats in the front.. Tex: And Omega's ou.... No! He just BARELY grabbed onto the middlerope with his arm! Wow.. Omega takes a moment to shake off the shock that he actually caught himself, and as Bam comes charging in to knock him off, he boots him in the gut. Then, hooking the arm of Bam, he tries to attempt something that you wouldn't be advised to do in wresting school.. Banter: You've got to be kidding.. He's going to try and lift Bam up for a suplex like this? Omega got him up a bit, but Bamlicious catches himself before his feet completely leave the ground on the rope, and he takes his right hand to punch Omega out cold and out of the match. Might work, but not when Unprettier intercepts the fist, and hooks him into a hip-toss attempt. Omega, taking one look at this action, hooks Bam's other arm the same way, and then they both try to throw him out.. Tex: Can they do it? Banter: Why're you asking me? Tex: I'm not! Christ.. Back in the ring, the duo are still trying to get Bam over, but just can't get him up after the 1/3rd point. Banter: Where's the other Dynasty guys? Good you asked that, Banter. Coren and Highone are brawling outside the ring, starting when Coren rolled underneath the bottom rope, and dragged Highone out under enough to deliver a charging elbow to the face. Now, they're in the middle of the aisle duking it out. As for MKick, he's doing something in the Bamlicious situation. But, it's not exactly what you'd have in mind, as he hooks the legs of Bam, and helps push Bam further up... Up.. Up.. Banter: NO! What are you doing Kick!? Tex: He's up... Can the three of them eliminate the one of him? Almost.. almost... Yes! Bamlicious is out! Bamlicious eliminated from the Rumble by MKick With a look of utter shock in Bam's face after he got up off the floor, he stares a stare that'd burn a hole right through a man at MKick. Banter: Is MKick forgetting which team he's playing for!? What's wrong with him? Tex: Last time I checked, this ISN'T a team sport.. Um, isn't Bam going to leave now? Banter: Why should he? It doesn't say that you HAVE to leave you know... But Bam's had more than his fill of the Rumble for tonight, as he exits to the back, pausing briefly at the entrance to confer with someone before vanishing from sight. In the ring, Kmac goes into the attack on Omega, and nearly knocks him off the apron where he was still standing with a leg sweep. Thankfully for him, he holds on with all the strength he could muster, and gets back in the ring. Back in, Kmac goes for a quick kick to the groin, but WO blocks it, and lifts the leg up, and his opponent with it. You've probably seen this before, but if not, he takes him up for a fisherman's suplex, only for him to convert it into a powerbomb. Tex: Dark Fusion! Banter: Well, that's ONE way to take care of your woman problems... In other leading stories; Spain plans to leave Iraq, Yankees beat the Red Sox 7-3, and the final countdown begins. 10 9 8 7 6 The crowd begins to boo, as they all know who's next 5 4 3 2 1 PODs the Messenjah plays through the speakers as, scythe in hand, Darkness Reaper makes his way to the ring. For a brief moment, everyone stops what they're doing to stare at him. And as that moment ends, the brawling begins in earnest again. Reaper surveys the situation, and picks his opening with care. Still weakened from taking Dark Fusion, Kmac is barely on his knees. Reaper smirks, sets aside his scythe, and rolls into the ring. And as he enters, Kmac springs to his feet, catching the Darkness Reaper as he was rising with the Murray River Plunge, putting Reaper right back down on his back. A quick standing leg drop follows, and then he begins to pick Reaper up. Tex: Amazing tenacity! Banter: He pretended he was hurt. Unfair advantage Tex: Brilliant strategy, more like. Things are going well for the Australian here, as Mac punches the Reaper in the chest several times, and then gives him an enziguri. Trouble is though, it didn't knock Reaper down, but it did stun him. Barely. Which isn't good enough, as Reaper staggers back momentarily only to grab KMac by the back of his hair when Mac is trying to get back up. A boot to the midsection with the steel leg, and KMac has suddenly been knocked out of momentum. Tex: Wow... That has, HAS to be vicious! Banter: Yep. So's getting hit by a bus. Reaper goes on, tossing the rather sizable KMac into the turnbuckle like he was a dummy, and follows up in good form with an elbow. Stumbling like the village drunk out of the corner, KMac walks right into the lowered frame of the Darkness Reaper, not aware that Reaper is trying to knock him out cold.. Banter: Sands of Time! Now, only thing to wonder is if he's just going to throw him over now like bad rubbish, or is he going to further demolish him? He gets good air with the spin, but that might have just been an undoing here, as KMac jumps behind him while still in the outstretched arms of the Reaper, and tries a belly to back suplex. Would've worked too, but Reaper grabs the ropes. With a quick turnaround and wrapping of Mac's waist, he hoists the Aussie up; high in the air and into Lucifer's Choice.. Banter: Man, he's getting some serious height on this one, considering that Mac is over 260. Tex: Wait a second, is he going to do what I think he's going to do? Oh shit.. And that's why he's the best announcer in the business folks. As for Reaper and KMac, um... uh.. how should I put this? It doesn't end well. Reaper throws him over the ropes, and Mac lands right on his neck, to put it into the "cleanest" way of putting it. KMac eliminated from the Rumble by the Darkness Reaper Tex: *Utter shock* Holy... shit. I think that might have just ended his career... Wow.. Banter: Aww, shucks for him. Look, High and Coren are coming back! As some of the medical staff come to help the seemingly broken body of KMac's, the main camera shoots on Highone yanking Coren by the back of his head from the curtain leading to the back. Where have they been you ask? Well, since there's only two cameras in use, neither one could follow Coren and Highone's mini-war in the hallways, a random dressing room, the indoor parking lot, and even a shower room. Right now though, Highone slams Coren's forehead as hard as he can against the steel railing; sending the Bleeder Champion into a slow tumble on the floor. As Coren's moving about on the floor, High measures him up, and field-goal kicks him right in the middle of the top of his head. Banter: Now THAT'S something that should make someone feel bad! He's cheating dammit! Tex: How the hell is High cheating? A kick? What kind of bull is that? Banter: Um... Can I get back to you on that? In the ring, Reaper has changed his focus to Metal Jesus, which he announces with a kick to the torso. He goes for a knife-edge chop, but MJ reverses it into a japanese arm-drag, then when they both get back up, cuts Reaper down with the Omega Kick. Tex: Even after that brutal move on Kmac, I have to feel a little sympathy for that hoss Darkness Reaper Banter: Dear God, please don't start where I think you'll go.. That's when Kick announces his presence, taking the attack on Metal Jesus. As for Omega and UnP, they've taken turns trying to eliminate one another, with neither man being able to succeed in their attempts, but now Unprettier's got Omega down in an inverted facelock. Trying to wear him down? Well, that's one thing, but, UnP also uses this to set up something of his.. Tex: Is he trying his Pretty Vacant? Banter: One of MANY things vacant with the fella.. Up Weapon goes, and just as he is about to drop, Omega counters by whirling down, quickly dragging Unp down into a DDT. Both men are down on the mat at this point, but after a little struggle to get back up, Omega is up first. But, he's not going to be the first to strike. Nah, UnP gets up a moment later, and leaps forward with a diving clothesline. But, with a duck, Omega is able to have Unp almost eliminate himself, and would've if it were not for catching the top rope on the way over. Moving back in, you'd think Omega'd be on him, but this is where the Darkness Reaper comes over and knocks Omega down to his knees. UnP knocks the Reaper in the face as he turns to face where Omega WAS standing, but as he jumps back against the ropes to hit a clothesline, but the Reaper is ready for him, and clobbers him with a hard boot to the face, sending UnP hanging on the ropes. Reaper tries to roll him over, but isn't going to work as Unp's dug well in on the ropes. But this moment's not going to last, you realize, right? No, Reaper can't get him over, but he sure as hell can when Omega gets back up and does a middle kick to the left arm of UnPrettier. From here, it's academic.. Tex: Can he hold on with just one arm? He's doing it! Banter: Wait, wait, Reaper's getting the other arm off... One punch, two punch, three punches don't help UnP's case as he was trying to use his free arm to desparately beat away the Reaper. But it's his undoing, as that takes his total focus away from trying to hang on. One boot later, and Unp finally rolls off and down to the floor. UnPrettier eliminated from the Rumble by the Darkness Reaper Tex: Six men left! Banter: UnP seems a bit dazed..he's not leaving,
but simply watching the action. In reply to: Coren felt Mkick's grip loosen. Perhaps it was mercy. Perhaps it was sweat. One split second. To the fans, it passed without notice. To those who were really watching, it was an opportunity. Coren grabbed kick by the middle fingers, and split them back -twisted free, and a monkey flip sent Kick to the air. Against the turnbuckles, hanging upside down. Coren ran fast up Kick's body, planted his boots between the man's legs and leapt. A 360 degree flip ended with a second strike to the face, and used the momentem to finish the combination with a kick to the mark on Mkick's throat. His breathing was broken, his strikes weakened, but each one landed where it was most needed. Kick tried to struggle to his feet, only to be beaten down. Again, Metal Jesus only watched. Saving his strength. Applauding lightly when it seemed appropriate. Coren heard. Turned to face him. Metal Jesus would treasure the look on Coren's face as he realized who the real threat was forever. He didn't even have to say anything. Coren rushed to the attack... Never saw that his Dynasty teammate was still watching his back. A cyclone kick took him out. Dead weight. Mkick tried to pick him up. Failed. Fell. The Dynasty lay at Metal Jesus's feet. Banter:"Now there's a visual to take home with you tonight. Hey, Tex-wanna set the odds for a run-in?" Tex:"According to the our good friends at 411mania, it's even whether we'll be joined by Bruce or Pat Wow, with Goob, Erectile Banana, and God...THE God, running close behind. It's a dead heat of sarcasm-minus Bruce of course." Banter:"Thank God we never go there." Tex:"Damn, the server's down again-you need to stop playing with their egos." Banter:"Please. They live for the pain. It's how they know we know they exist." Inside the ring. Metal Jesus kicked the bodies. No response. Took the mic. Placed it just beneath their heads. Took their pulse. Still alive. No hope that they'd be so courteous as to eliminate themselves though. With a sigh, he dragged them to the ropes. Waved to the crowd. Took a deep breath. Grunted as he lifted Kick. Pushed him over like a sack of laundry. Pushed his legs over. Watched him fall. And then... Everything went wrong. Do you believe in miracles? Neither did Metal Jesus, at least not the kind you'd ever pray to have happen. And neither did the crowd, a scattered chant of "Bullshit" erupted, but it was drowned out by silence. Inside the ring, that silence woke up Coren. He saw thousands of eyes surrounding them, staring, accusing without explaining, and for one heart stopping moment, he thought kayfabe had been broken. That the game was over, the black joke explained. And then he saw... Mkick. With a smile that didn't belong to the moment. And then he realized... The game wasn't over. It had just begun. The man standing outside... Was standing on one leg. His free leg pointed at Metal Jesus. And then the image was gone. The next moments unfolded like a children's flipbook. The images would skip-a kick prepared and delivered so swiftly that it couldn't be seen. An elbow to the face, a swinging ddt. Mkick was in the zone. In the center of the ring, standing on his hands, falling to deliver a perfect knee into Metal Jesus's spine. A surfboard submission to follow up, nearly breaking the man in half. Instinctively Metal Jesus tries to lunge for the ropes-and Kick lets him-pushes him foward. Mkick springs to the ropes, pulling them down, as hard as he can... Coren could hear Metal Jesus try to strike a deal. "I know contracts! If anyone can free you, it's me-ask Bruce! Ask...that other guy!" "Which other guy?" "Who else..?" "How far into the valley would you go?" Asked his father once upon a better time... "Not that far, dad. Never that far. Thank you for all that time you spent trying to keep me on the right path..." "Oh, for bloody Chr-don't make me say it. The one I sold Bruce's soul to..." "Because it's all that's saving me now. Coren rose to his feet. He was suddenly tired. Too much bullshit did that to him. Mkick was stretching his leash, and Metal Jesus's confession was about to make him a marked man. Both were on the ropes. Just the kind of mistake he'd been waiting for. He ran faster than he'd ever run before. THeir faces were inches from his as he struck. Mkick's vomit was stained black with blood, a kiss from hell thrown into Coren's face just before the force of the attack took him over the ropes. Metal Jesus was lucky-he held to the ropes as he fell and slid back in unnoticed through the side. Mkick reached out too. A narrow escape. Desperation. His fingers began to slip. "Coren." He said."Metal Jesus-he's the cause of it all- tell Lance..." "Lance already knows." Coren lied. And then he slid through the ropes, striking Mkick with a baseball slide that knocked his broken body hard into the cement. Mkick tried to stand. "No. It's not over between us yet." Security surrounded him. Pulled him back. Young Guard:"Sir. It's time to go home. You did your best-you set a record...just remember, it's only a game." His opponent slid beneath the ropes to pursue. Coren:"Close your eyes, and listen to my voice, Mkick. You're free. Whatever else happens tonight, remember this moment." He held a razorblade in his hands. "Let it carry you through every day, let it make your nights quiet. Never forget..." Coren paused. Watched as Kick struggled to find his feet. His next motion is almost subliminal. "..That this is how it feels to be free." A kiss of cold metal followed by sudden light....his eyelid parting as though it were a curtain. Blood passes over, washing away the world in a rose colored river. He raises a hand to protect himself, and the next strike opens his wrist all the way to touch bone. The worst part was the cheers. The fans appreciated a good blade job-they couldn't know it wasn't scripted...and so they applauded every act. Security stepped back, giving the two performers room. They'd been hired through an outside agency who's client's normally kept them at a distance outside the entertainment industry-but Acid had insisted they enjoy themselves. The cameras recorded the security men's attempts to hide their smiles. "My gawd." Said Tex again...because something needed to be said. All Banter could think to say to him was. "I don't think he's going to show." The entire scene unfolded in front of them live, on the monitors on their table, on the screens above the arena, and the screens above the ring. There was no where they could look and not see. A woman's voice behind them tried to quiet her frightened children. And then Metal Jesus stepped in. He tapped Coren on the shoulder, caught his hand, and made the blade vanish. It was like watching a stage magician. Or a pickpocket. Both. A kick was intercepted-Coren's body tensed for an enziguri, but rather than wait for his face to be broken, Metal Jesus stepped away and gave Coren a little push foward. Coren fell head over heels, then head under heels,and back as he flipped in a standing 360 to land on his feet. "I don't believe you're here to save Mkick." "He's capable of saving himself once he finds all the pieces." "So why the sudden suicidal urge? You've got my interest." "Look...what you heard earlier-I'd have confessed to anything at that moment if it kept me in the fight- ignore it. Right now I'm trying to save you." Coren laughed."I've already been saved." He stepped away from his prey, raising his hands, so that Mkick's blood could slowly fall from each. He smiled, and if perhaps there was a flicker of regret in his eyes, it passed quickly. "You can still walk away." Metal Jesus turned towards the ring, shook his head sadly, and sighed. "I wish I could." A fan's beer can exploded like a foam filled grenade as Metal Jesus crushed it straight between the young man's eyes. Before Coren could react, his body was tossed into steel barricade that seperated the fans from the action. "Give some consideration to our crime. Do you realize You're scaring away the ladies with that kind of senseless slaughter-skin a man alive, and we'll only appeal to disaffected pre Columbine backyard mutants like you and Fangoria subscribers-odds are half of them won't even be allowed to stay up late enough to watch our programming in it's new early morning kiss of death time slot." Coren stretched leaned back, fell backwards into the fans. They cheered, reached out, layers of hands falling on him just to be able to touch celebrity. He reached back, his arms wrapping around one woman's shoulder to draw her in close for her friends to photograph-lights flashed, others rushed in. Through a tidal wave of passing faces, Coren's face could be seen. "I think you give them too much credit." "NY? No. They really don't give a shit who kills who as long as somebody's killing someone." That earned him a grin. "They've paid good money. Let's make it worth their while." A blink. Coren was gone. In the air. His crossbody block took them to the floor. Exchange of fists. No art to it. Both men fight their way back into the ring. Coren in first. His foot caught by his opponent, the knee wrapped around the post-there's a chair in Metal Jesus's hands, a kick plants it in his face. Coren springs to the top rope, and brings down Death from Above. One moment in time-everything on the line. Jesus saw it coming. Let the move connect-the force ripped him off his feet but he had the presence of mind to roll with it-his arms wrapped around his opponent-a Judas embrace. The suplex took Coren headfirst into the cement floor. When next he rose, he left behind a crimson image of his face. He spat blood, and saw that it was almost black. There was a hole in his toungue where his teeth had bitten through-the world was spining again, and the pain ran through his veins like shattered glass. He had never felt more alive. There was sudden agony as Metal Jesus ripped away a bloody lock of hair, another series of chops stopping his heart for an instant. Metal Jesus rolled him into the ring. Coren rose to his feet, but fell as a spinning Omega Kick soared harmlessly overhead. A fient. Metal Jesus was caught off balance. Coren slid behind him, pushed his opponent foward into the ropes. Backed away from the ricochette, and connected with a missle kick to the knees. As Metal Jesus fell, Coren took to the ropes, drove his feet through the man's chest with a martial arts stomp that launched him into a standing swanton, arms spread wide as if crucified. A high risk move. A mistake. Metal Jesus saw it coming. Raised his knees. He was a splinter of a second too late. The impact snapped something inside, and the lower half of his body went numb. No time to think-he reached for his opponent's leg, grabbed the tendon in a desperate claw hold, and maneuvered his position into an anklelock. The strategy was simple. If Coren couldn't stand, it'd be almost impossible for him to win. Already the numbness was fading, replaced by a thousand pins and needles. A subtle twist as he locked the move in tight. MJ:"I want you to know that if I sold enemies in my toyline, you still wouldn't make the cut. Too generic. The look, the attitude, the botched moveset and unintentional string of victims. There's no love in your violence. True that you've finally found a way to make it work for you, but really, there's nothing here that I didn't see better while laughing at accidental Internet snuff films." Coren:"That's how I win. I keep expectations low." He pushed his body off the ground, and kicked Metal Jesus's thumb, breaking the hold long enough to land a shining wizard. Both men fell to the ground once more. Coren watching as the ring spun around him, almost as if the entire world were revolving around him for just this one moment in time... Metal Jesus didn't wait for the attack, he reached for the ropes to pull himself up. His mind studying the possibilities- Coren rose slowly. Their eyes met. The end was near. MJ:"Have you thought about what happens if you win? If you go to Wrestlemania, if you win that title-you won't have anymore friends backing you up." Coren:"Friends? Don't you know? In the end, I'm always standing alone." He stepped back. About to run. Metal Jesus waited, tensed. ready. One step foward, then two-fast as his heart-a machine gun pace. No hesitation. At the last moment, Metal Jesus fell, held the ropes down, playing his final card...knowing he wouldn't be able to rise again. Coren fell over his body. Over the top rope. Behind Metal Jesus the ring ropes swung freely...Coren hadn't been able to catch himself. If he was lucky, he'd hit his head on the way out again. He crawled along the ropes, barely able to move, but moving because victory gave him that much strength at least, and because the Dynasty was still holding all the power in this arena. Now that the match was over, he was no longer safe. He was a target... He was almost out of the ring when he saw the screen above the entranceway. A man's face magnified 50 ft tall over a crowd of screaming fans. His hair as white as bone, his eyes crimson stained, but their gaze as sharp as a hungry fox. A vision of an archetypical God-a jungian trickster, an old testament warrior... He was shocked to see it was his own. "Sweet motherfucking hell, I'm looking good." Too late he saw Coren's leg hooked around the ringpost. Too late He turned around. His fist was clenched. Coren climbed to the top of the ring post and took flight. The cameras flashing around him like a midnight sky gone nova... And then the force of the impact crushed his lungs as both men were carried over the ropes. They spun around twice before landing-a perverse flip of life's coin. Coren. Metal Jesus. Both hit the ground hard and lay still. Only a few feet from where they landed, an unconscious Mkick was surrounded by the doctors in attendance. Three broken bodies with nothing left to give. The lights dimmed. The anthem of the winner began to play. All recieved a standing ovation as the bell rang, signaling the end. Close up: Mkick's face, one eye opened, shedding blood stained tears. Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Close up: Metal Jesus:his piercings ripping through his skin as though he were only a voodoo doll...it'll take stitches to tie together all the missing pieces. Tex: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen Close up: Coren: "Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end. Saturn ascends, comes round again. Ripped apart like a puzzle. His head bent just a fraction from breaking his neck. One foot touches the floor, the other falls over his enemy. A picture of a man at peace... Banter: Coren has done it! He's won the Royal Rumble!! Intermission has sent the fans to the snack and merchandise stations. The ring is being reset for the next segment. One man remains, still outside the ring... *The lights go out, and a lone spotlight shines on Unprettier as he sits on the arena floor with his head leaned back against the rails, eyes closed and breath shallow. The crowd, hyped from the Rumble match that just left them breathless, turns their attention to the halo of light around one of the final contestants. But Unprettier doesn’t move. He doesn’t open his eyes, he doesn’t lift his head. Maybe he doesn’t notice. Maybe he doesn’t care. A voice sounds out over the crowd, easily audible over the hushed masses.* Voice: How many times was that, Unprettier? How many times have you failed so far? Lord knows I lost track. It seems like every time you’re about to cross that chasm between almost and success, you go and jump off the bridge. I’d like to say that it’s sad to see you break yourself on the rocks every time, but I do get a little smirk on my face and bounce in my step when it happens. All this time, you’ve been trying to prove that you’re something you’re not; something that these people think you are. These announcers gush praise, how you’re finally going to do it after two long years. How you’ll finally get your recognition as the king of the mountain. Tonight was just another example of you letting them down. Voice: So how does it feel to finally get your spotlight? Your day in the sun, shining brighter than everyone else. I’d wager it feels pretty hollow, because you’d hoped the light would paint you a more forgiving tone. Right now, I’m betting you’d rather go back home to the darkness, where people can forget what you are and remember what you want to be. You want to go back to where you always were, whether you admitted it to yourself or not in your waking hours. *The spotlight turns off, casting the entire arena into complete darkness. After a pause, the voice speaks again.* Voice: In my shadow. *Blue and white fireworks explode from the entrance ramp, the lights turning back on a second later. All it takes is a bass line and a question for the people to be illuminated.* SO YOU WANNA BE A CHAMPION?! *Lance Evans strolls out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Dressed in a tan suit with a black shirt, Lance doesn’t have his trademarked grin on his face. With the microphone hanging limp at his side, he looks at Unprettier and shakes his head.* Evans: I don’t know what’s worse. Watching you fall on your face for the hundredth time, or to know that your name will forever be linked to me. *The crowd shouts at the newly returned Lance Evans, who spares them half a glance before returning to the microphone.* Evans: Think about it. It was all just a matter of timing. If you would have debuted just a week after me, we’d never share this common bond and I’d be free to ignore just like I would everyone else. But you see, Unprettier, with my name attached to you… I have a vested interest in how you’re perceived. I can look in the mirror, as I often do, and know several things. I am the undefeated 411 World Heavyweight champion. I am a former King of the Ring. I am the man that kept this diminutive federation from going under once ECF came to fruition. I am the man that made you people forget about Mansion Fan. I can look at myself in the mirror and smile about those accolades. But then that little fact comes into the back of my mind. That little, face-painted image of a former tag partner. Evans: I blazed a trail to superstardom that no one has yet to match, and I did it while carrying an anchor. I did it while carrying you, Unprettier. I masterminded the plan to make Plausible Deniability what he became. I convinced Acid Jackrabbit to accept us as founder members of his Associates. I got you a berth in the King of the Ring tournament. I even handed you your first round victory. I didn’t just make my name legendary! I made you a household commodity! *The crowd grows my venomous, but those few that still look toward Unprettier see him turn his head toward his former partner, and open his eyes if just a little. Evans begins talking again, a little breathless.* Evans: I did all those things… because names are like real estate. Value can go down with association to an eyesore. And that’s all you are, a huge eyesore on my name. Why couldn’t you, just for once, do something with yourself. Win a match when it counts! You know, I take more than a little satisfaction seeing you like this. You were New York gutter trash when we met, and all that’s changed is you stopped wearing makeup. And while I’d love to see your downward spiral of self destruction, there’s the issue of how this affects me. *Lance Evans starts walking his way down the ramp, his eyes locked on Unprettier’s complacent stare. All Lance can do is shake his head, visible upset at his former partner’s position. Lance stops at the foot of ring, just ten feet separating the ex-team.* Evans: The thing is, I just can’t afford to let you fall any further. For once in your life, you’re going to do something for me. You’re going to pay back all the fame and opportunities I’ve handed you. You’re nothing more than an investment I was forced to make, and ever since then, I’ve pumped blood, sweat, and cash into you. I made you a household name! I made you a rockstar! *Unprettier’s eyes widen a bit, and then it all falls into place. All the suits and limits. All of it. It makes sense, and his head droops a little lower.* Evans: Did you actually think someone besides me would sign you? That anyone besides me could make you more than a lounge singer? But you failed at that, too. So this is where we are now. This is me finally forcing you to return my investment. This is where I make something of you so that it doesn’t give me an ulcer when I look at your name next to mine. *There’s a long pause as the two men stare at each other. Slowly, Evans brings the mic to his lips…* Evans: “Picture Perfect” Lance Evans. Evans: Unprettier. Evans: … Wrestlemania 4. *The crowd erupts, but Unprettier doesn’t move. Evans yells at him, but all Unprettier seems to be able to do is lay his head back again. After a minute, he gets up and walks up to Lance. Evans throws down the mic and jaws at his former partner. Unprettier looks at Lance, then turns to the fans cheering his name. Then he lowers his head, and walks around Lance towards the ramp, head hung low. The fans don’t know what to do as they watch Unprettier walk away without responding. Through it all, Lance Evans smiles.* As Unprettier makes his exit, the arena has refilled... Tex: Well, with the Royal Rumble comes wedding bells. Will007 has proposed to Amber, she's agreed and now they are tying the knot right here at the Royal Rumble. Banter: Too true. This being the first wedding ever here at 411, let's take a look back at this story book love story! Tex: Story book my ass. They endured Squirm, TaP, Bleeder, Baroness, Shane Mathis, and now Dynasty. Among these names though, Squirm has to be the one to stick out the most. Banter: And for good reason. He put the new couple through hell from the beginning, ultimately scarring Will internally and making Amber put her life on the line for that sick and twisted game he played of follow the leader. Tex: Squirm is a name I'm glad we don't see here anymore. The ring is now setup with matrimonial decor and an elderly preacher stands waiting for the ceremony to begin. After a moment or two, Will comes out in a very black tuxedo. Some light instrumental is going. He's accompanied by his best man... Chris Hifer? Tex: Wait a sec, this isn't EC... Banter: Haha, you almost said it! Tex: This guy does not work for 411 Fed! Banter: Shut up before I bitch slap you! The two climb into the ring and anxiously await the arrival of Will's bride, Amber. "Here comes the bride" begins and out walks Amber being courted to the front by her father Alex Dunn. Tex: She makes for a beautiful bride, that's for sure Banter. Banter: Yep, it's gonna break her dear ol daddy's heart to give her up! Following them is her maid of honor, Jenna Dunn, her sister. After they get up to the ring, her father hugs her, then takes his seat. Her sister helps her enter the ring and she stands next to her groom to be, Will. Will is handed a mic. Will: Amber, we've finally made it. We've been through hell and back. And even though the ride has been rough, I wouldn't trade it for the world. All my life I've waited for one like you, and I have brought K-Ci & JoJo here to sing it like only they can. Amber turns around in shock and they are standing there. K-Ci: Hey Amber, this goes out to you from your man Will. music starts Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby oooooooh, I'm so glad I I will never find another lover sweeter than you sweeter than you and I will never find another lover more precious than you more precious than you girl you are close to me just like my mother close to me just like my father close to me just like my sister close to me just like my brother you are the only one you're my everything and for you this song I sing All my life I pray for someone like you and I thank God that I that I finally found you, baby all my life I pray for someone like you and I hope that you feel the same way too yes, I pray that you do love me too I said you're all that I'm thinking of la la la la la la la baby, la la la la la la said, I promise to never fall in love with a stranger you're all I'm thinking of I praise the Lord above for sending me your love I cherish every hug I really love you so much And all my life (baby baby) I pray for someone like you and I thank God (that I've found you) that I finally found you (oh) all my life I pray for someone like you (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) and I hope that you feel the same way, too yes, I pray that you do love me You're all that I ever know when you smile my face always seems to glow you turned my life around you picked me up when I was down you're all that I ever know when you smile my face glow you picked me up when I was down said you're all that I ever know when you smile my face glow you picked me up when I was down And I hope that you feel the same way too yes I pray that you do love me too and all my life I pray for someone like you and I thank God that I that I finally found you all my life I pray for someone like you yes I pray that you do love me too all my life I pray for someone like you and I thank God that I that I finally found you all my life I pray for someone like you yes I pray that you do love me too and all my life I pray for someone like you and I thank God (fades) JoJo: Hey, much love you two, we gotta split, but hope you have a wonderful life together! Peace! The whole crowd is cheering, not only for the fine performance, but for the thought and the effort made by Will. Preacher: Dearly Beloved, we have gathered here today, not just for a fine Royal Rumble, not just for a good show, but also to unite these two in holy matrimony. Will and Amber both look at each other and smile. If there is anyone here with just cause as to why these two should not be united, speak now, or forever hold your peace. Both Will and Amber nervously wait... Preacher: Very well then, the rings please? Mathis and Jenna ready thier rings. Preacher: Will, place the ring on her finger. I believe you wanted to say your own vows? Will: Yessir. Amber, I love you. I've loved you from the start. You've given me happiness, a child, and most of all, the comfort of knowing you love me as much as I love you. I swear I will be the man I'm supposed to be and will always cherish you, to the very end. Preacher: Well said. And Amber, place the ring on Will's finger and say your vows. Amber: Will, Darling, from the beginning, we've been through hell. That inhuman creature did so much to us yet we survived. If it hadn't have been for you, I'd have gone insane for all the madness that I went through. You've been my strength, my home, and my love. I am yours forever, Will English... to death do us part. Preacher: What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Will and Amber exchange a passionate kiss and the crowd cheers mad. Tex: Very touching. Preacher: I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Will English. Go forth with my blessing and God's. The two exit the ring followed by Shane and Jenna. They get a few steps from the ring... clap... clap... clap... Voice: Congratulations Will. You've done it. Will and Amber are looking around to see where the voice is coming from. Voice: Look at the 411Tron. Will and Amber look up at the 411Tron. It suddenly turns on and it's none other than Squirm. The crowd is booing hard. Tex: I knew it. Dammit I knew he was going to show his face. Squirm: So you got married. You know, I tried my best to keep this day from coming, but I got out of the race and Time crept up on me quicker than expected. Now look at you. I thought Time was on my side, but apparently it's not. Then again, no one truely ever was on my side. Not really. You've won Will. You've beaten me. I thought I was in control. I was wrong. To be honest though, I was beaten a long time ago, and I just never realized it. Perhaps I did... and just chose not to admit it. Tex: His voice... Banter: I know, he doesn't sound anything like he used to. Squirm: I suppose my fate was sealed long before I even thought of coming here. Doesn't matter now. My being here I guess is pointless now. However. Before I go Will, I want to meet you one last time in the ring. Not for money, not for glory, not for any sick dimented mind game. Simply to see if I ever even stacked up. Win, lose, or draw, it ends... at Wrestlemania. Tex: MY GAWD! SQUIRM V WILL AT WRESTLEMANIA! Squirm: Oh... by the way, Amber, I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. It was never meant to happen like that. Squirm fades off the 411Tron. Will, Amber, Tex, Banter, and everyone else in the arena is stunned speechless. Guitar Solo “Now this is the man who actually deserves to be in this match. I mean he beat Matthews two shows in a row. He’s the King of the Ring. A man fit to where the World Title Belt.” – Tex Tantrum, Summerslam: Revelations I can't remember anything Titanium entering the Hell In The Cell at Summerslam. Can't tell if this is true or dream Titanium hitting Troy Matthews from behind with steel steps. Deep down inside I feel to scream Your new 411Fed World Champion, Titanium Insomniac. This terrible silence stops me Titanium Insomniac face to face with Grand Daddy Duxen Now that the war is through with me A Tear Drop to win the match. I'm waking .up, I cannot see A strange man, Adamantium Insomniac steals the stage from Titanium. That there's not much left of me Adamantium hits The Stream Of Tears, The Cure V2.0 and the Real Sweet Irony on the MQuit Bug. Nothing is real but pain now Adamantium is revealed as the team captain facing Titanium at Survivor Series. Hold my breath as I wish for death Titanium Insomniac facing off against Unprettier. Oh please God, wake me A lucky win by Sunset Flip. Back in the womb it's much too real The Wargames match. In pumps life that I must feel Bruce nearly at death after winning the match. But can't look forward to reveal Adamantium Insomniac vs. The Darkness Reaper. Look to the time when I'll live Titanium Insomniac vs. Bleeder. Fed through the tube that sticks in me The Darkness Reaper hangs by his neck ready to lose his life at the hands of Adamantium. Just like reals wartime novelty Titanium Insomniac taps under the pressure of Bleeder’s power. Tied to machines that make me be The Season’s Beatings pyro goes off. Cut this life off from me An image of Nick Diamond fades into an image of Adamantium Insomniac in the snow. Hold my breath as I wish for death An image of HighOne fades into an image of Titanium Insomniac in the snow. Oh please God, wake me The pyro for Survivor Series goes off. Now the world is gone I'm just one Titanium Insomniac enters ready for the Survivor match. Oh God help me Hold my breath as I wish for Adamantium Insomniac enters the ring to shock the crowd as Bruce-42. Death Aaron Eugene Dawson eliminates Lucas. Oh please God, help me The Darkness Reaper eliminates Aaron Eugene Dawson. Darkness imprisoning me Jason Dante eliminates The Darkness Reaper. All that I see CKY eliminates partner, Nick Diamond. Absolute horror Titanium Insomniac eliminates Jason Dante. I cannot live Bruce-42 eliminates CKY. I cannot die Titanium Insomniac finally face to face with his true competitor, Bruce-42. Trapped in myself Bruce-42 is defeated by a technicality against his rival, Titanium Insomniac. Body my holding cell Titanium Insomniac vs. Jason Dante, Special Guest Referee… Bruce-42 Landmine has taken my sight Titanium Insomniac wins even with Bruce-42 as the referee. Taken my speech A dark room with Titanium Insomniac in it, he turns to the camera. Taken my hearing Adamantium Insomniac walks in and stands beside Titanium Insomniac. Taken my arms The image of Adamantium Insomniac fades into Bruce-42. Taken my legs Extremely fast images begin flashing with small parts from all of Titanium Insomniac’s past match. Taken my soul The same happens for Bruce-42, Bruce-666 and Adamantium Insomniac. Left me with a life in Hell One final image appears as Titanium Insomniac holds the title. Guitar Solo It slowly fades into Bruce-42 but the title stays. Ring Announcer: The following is a sixty minute Iron Man match for the 411Fed World Heavyweight Title. Tex: Well Banter this is one of the most anticipated matches of the year. Banter: I’d still say Titanium facing Adamantium was more anticipated. Tex: But this is… this is the… Banter: no need to stutter just because you know I was right. 60:00 The bell rings. Inside the ring are the two men, Titanium Insomniac, the man who has held that belt on his shoulders for months now facing against Bruce, the king of alter-egos who tormented Titanium Insomniac during the Adamantium days. The two men stare each other down, this being their first real encounter one on one, even though the bell has rung neither men have made a move, Titanium looks a little too cocky for a purely serious situation. Bruce reaches out his hands ready for a classical test of strength; Bruce is still reaching out steadily while Titanium Insomniac finally decides to participate. The two men are finally hand to hand. 59:01 It’s already been a minute as the tension in the ring grows, Bruce goes first and attempts to push Titanium Insomniac back, Titanium Insomniac pushes now as well as the two men are shoulder to shoulder. Tex: This is a truly exciting match. Banter: No it’s not. Tex: This is developing excitement. Titanium Insomniac out strengths Bruce as he loses control of the test of strength and is pushed back, Bruce recovers quickly and is ready to go at Titanium Insomniac again, TI is now laughing as Bruce recovers. Bruce goes to extend the arms again but TI is sick of it and chops Bruce across the chest hard, the signature blue hair flies as his head goes back due to the abruptness of the attack. TI goes for another chop but Bruce grabs his hand. Bruce combats the chop with a succession of palm strikes, martial arts style. Bruce is hitting TI with each palm strike efficiently but TI just blocks each strike as if he were a martial arts master. Tex: TI is toying with Bruce. Banter: He’s making it look easy. 56:23 Bruce is already sweating in the face while TI has an almost sadistic smirk on, he grabs Bruce’s arm and pulls it down with an armbar. He had Bruce n the ground now, hoping that he is ready to submit. TI keeps the hold as the ref asks Bruce if he wants to give up, Bruce is shaking his head as he just holds the pain of the armbar. Bruce’s arm starts to shake as he is ready to get up now, TI can’t hold the armbar much longer as Bruce is on his feet. Bruce elbows TI once and again as he is forced to let go of the hold, TI holds his stomach in surprise as Bruce runs from rope to rope mustering up his energy. TI stands there long enough to see as Bruce begins to flip on his hand and hits a handspring elbow on TI. But it doesn’t go as planned as TI runs to Bruce who is facing away from here and hits a bulldog as quick as he can. Bruce is now down as the crowd’s cheers die down after the realisation it didn’t pay off. Tex: Poor Bruce, he’s not faring too well. Banter: That’s true, he isn’t with good reason. 52:46 Bruce has landed on his face again as TI goes to lift him up in the full nelson position probably looking to get a fall with the Teardrop early. He now has Bruce up as he looks groggy, TI goes to lift but it doesn’t work as Bruce hits an elbow into the gut of TI. He gets behind TI and as TI braces for a german suplex, Bruce pulls him down on his shoulders with a school boy pin to TI’s shock. He wriggles around but the count still goes ahead. 1… His shoulder comes off from the canvas and TI doesn’t look very happy about the pin, he didn’t expect anything like that at all. Tex: TI isn’t having much fun. Banter: But neither is Bruce. The commentators are right as TI is brushing himself off and Bruce has already gone red in the face, it looks questionable if he can even survive the next ten minutes. Bruce is back on his feet after noticing he didn’t get the fall. TI smiles as the fans boo knowing he has something planned, he runs towards Bruce getting his arm out and clotheslining him down. Bruce stands up and is met with another clothesline, this happens a third time. The fourth attempt is ducked by Bruce who gets into the backslide pin right from the ducked clothesline, TI is struggling again. 1… … Not quite a two count as Bruce gets up with a little more energy than his last fall, TI recovers too looking a little less smug than he was before but still confident this match is his. The two stare at each other both still with plenty of fight in them, the first ten minutes has now passed and still no pinfall. The crowd looks as though they support Bruce but think TI will win. 48:16 Tex: TI makes this shit look easy. Banter: I feel like I could take Bruce on myself. Tex: You couldn’t. TI is now a little more composed and ready, he seems to be expecting something in particular from Bruce, he’s backing towards the ropes. Bruce runs at him as TI gets the low bridge and sends Bruce to the outside. TI gets out as the fans recall back to the ending of Survivor Series, déjà vu. TI is throwing short jabs at Bruce now, some at his face and others at his jaw. The blows are apparently more brutal than they seem. Bruce goes to kick TI in the mid-section but TI grabs his leg and punches Bruce hard in the face, Bruce looks out of it until he jumps up and hits an enzugiri right into the face of TI. Bruce gets in the ring and onto the top rope apparently trying to pull something high risk off and he does, a top rope Asai Moonsault. Tex: Asai Moonsault!!! Banter: I wouldn’t get too excited now Tex. TI dropkicked Bruce to the ground hard taking out the high risk and turning it in his favour, Bruce is down as is TI, who is now recovering anyway. Although Bruce has been highly affected by the manoeuvre but TI didn’t go away without injury as it looks like he landed on his right shoulder. 44:02 TI gets in the ring as the ref is forced to make the count, TI doesn’t look to complain as he just sits on the top rope being his cocky old self. 1… 2… 3… 4… Bruce is up again and for support he leans on the top rope from the outside, TI slips due to that and Bruce takes advantage straight away pushing him off the top rope from the outside and jumping up on that rope straight away. Bruce is up and hits a sky twister press, he spins in mid-air like a butterfly learning how to fly and upon impact looks more like a cicada being eaten my a spider. TI got his knees up and not only that but he was alright the whole time. TI goes for a cover. 1… 2… Bruce gets the shoulder up as TI slaps the mat; he expected a pinfall already but didn’t get his own way. TI gets up waiting for Bruce who he is stomping quite hard, hard enough that it hurts him but not hard enough it prevents him from standing up. Tex: Bruce hasn’t gotten a whole lot of offence in. Banter: TI stands up to him like a typical bully, I like it. Tex: I thought you were bullied at school. Banter: …I told you not to tell anyone. Bruce is on his feet now as TI begins to walk over, the crowd is dead as they seemed to have expected more out of Bruce than he’s giving but they don’t seem to realise it’s not his fault. 41:19 TI isn’t as calm as he was during the start; in fact he’s actually very angry looking. He runs towards Bruce and forearms him in the face; some kicks to the face follow as Bruce remains on the ground. He grabs Bruce by the neck says something no one is able to hear and gets him between his legs, sends him up behind his shoulders akin to Razor Ramon of WWE. Banter: It’s the Razor’s Edge! Tex: I think it’s more likely to be the The Cure. That it is, TI looks furious as he slams Bruce down right on his neck into a pin, TI holds his leg so that Bruce can barely struggle. But he doesn’t look to be attempting to struggle. 1… 2… … 3. Ring Announcer: Titanium Insomniac is currently at one fall via pinfall at 40:27. TI stands up looking to be extremely proud of his victory; the rage that you could see on his eyes even through the dark cover of that mask was obviously gone. Bruce is finally recovering after TI just waited, resting. Bruce gets to his feat as TI runs to him, Bruce ducks TI’s arm and gets behind him hitting a cheap kick to his back. He continues to attack TI with sloppy kicks, blameable on the fact he is still worn out. Bruce’s kicks are definitely affecting TI as he begins to struggle and even falls down after one of the kicks, Bruce stops kicking him and finally TI is able to move normally again as Bruce has stopped. 36:55 TI slaps Bruce in the face, not a womanly slap but a vengeful slap. Bruce takes it as a big insult and goes to spinning back kick TI in the chest but TI pushes him down in mid-air and gets that flurry of stomps in again. TI now gets behind Bruce and pulls him up for a dragon sleeper, Bruce isn’t anywhere near tapping. He doesn’t look like he wants to lose another fall to TI; the odds are already in his favour. Bruce is in a compromising position; his choices are obvious keep himself in more pain or tap and lose a fall. Tex: We can see how much he wants this match. Banter: Or the title, that greedy bastard. Tex: He’s not greedy. The crowd are starting to chant louder and louder, they call Bruce’s name as he shakes more and more. TI smacks him in the ribs and ends the shaking but as the crowd chants again Bruce does too. This time TI can’t do a thing about it though and Bruce starts to loosen TI’s grip with his shaking, TI has lost hold of the grip and Bruce runs to the ropes as comes back hitting a flying forearm straight away. TI stands up in a second and is met with a Rolling Heel Kick. TI is down again as Bruce is starting to get pumped. 32:34 Bruce is going at TI with stiff kicks and punches now; he grabs TI and puts him on his shoulders in the fisherman’s position. He pulls him down into a Fisherman’s Buster and then drops TI off his shoulders onto the ground. TI isn’t countering that anymore, rather on the ground wincing from the move that hurts just as much as it looks; Bruce has finally got some offensive in as he jumps to the top rope. He flips forward and hits a senton flip, but when he hits he doesn’t look right. He holds his back, apparently in pain. Tex: Why is he holding his back? Banter: And why is TI smiling? Banter is right as TI stands up smiling; apparently he knows how to counter all of Bruce’s top rope moves. His knees had gone up at the last second and Bruce couldn’t stop himself. Bruce is still holding his back. 29:54 Bruce is now in serious trouble, TI has all the leverage in the match. He just smiles at the crowd again, they can’t get over how TI is treating him. It even seems like he’s mocking the wrestling business making it seem so easy. TI goes to put the still injured Bruce on the top rope, they get on the first then the second but TI finds it hard to get him up to the third rope, he just won’t budge. He tried to lift harder but Bruce grabs behind TI’s neck and jumps off the rope and hits the Future Shock. They both go down and look seriously in trouble and Bruce doesn’t look like he’s gonna capitalise from the move, but he does. It seems that when they went down Bruce had fallen beside where TI landed and rolled over by luck afterwards into a pin. 1… 2… … 3. Ring Announcer: Bruce-42 is tied with Titanium Insomniac at one fall via pinfall at 27:22. Bruce and TI are both still down as the ref is forced to pursue the count, he doesn’t look happy about having to do it, but it’s his job. 1. 2. 3. TI begins to get up. 4. 5. 6. Bruce does now but TI is already up and he’s pulling out a smile, it looks a little fake but nevertheless the fans take it as a personally insult. The ref stops the count as Bruce is up; TI takes this as his own cue and begins to punch Bruce in the head, one by one the punches look to be sending Bruce down to the ground. 24:43 Bruce blocks a punch finally and musters up that same strength he did before and pulls TI up on his shoulders ready to hit another Fisherman’s Buster, the same move that turned things in his favour last time. He’s ready to slam him down but TI slips through the metaphorical cracks in Bruce‘s move and slips to the ground. Bruce turns to find himself in front of TI; TI grabs Bruce and puts him on his shoulders. This time instead of Bruce’s Fisherman’s Buster, TI hits his own Fisherman’s Suplex as he goes back and slams Bruce on his head hard. Bruce is down on his back unable to get up. TI gets to the top rope and pretends to be doing Bruce’s senton but instead does his own fist drop. Tex: That TI sucks doesn’t he? Banter: He’s bettering Bruce in every way, how does he suck? He’s got this match. Tex: Bruce will pull it off. Banter: We’ll flip a coin. Bruce is still down as TI just waits for him to get up, he’s mocking him subtly now so instead of his usual cockiness he is actually just sitting and waiting as if Bruce was a doctor’s office. Bruce is starting to get up as TI is standing back, Bruce has spent most of the match down and TI just chooses to make light of that, take it as a joke. 19:12 Bruce is finally on his feet as TI begins to punch him in the head again, he prefers to knock him out cold to playing for the crowd in this situation; Bruce doesn’t do a thing as he can’t. TI finally stops for a second which costs him greatly as Bruce dropkicks him in the face and he falls back into the turnbuckle. Bruce runs up and quick as a spider hits the Tarantula. 1. 2. 3. 4. Bruce lets go quick not willing to cost him that even fall margin, TI’s back is in some amount of pain now too. Bruce is up already now kicking TI who is still on the ground. TI gets up slowly and sweeps Bruce’s leg on the way up. They have switched positions, but not for long as Bruce manages to get up after that relatively quickly. TI and Bruce stare each other face to face once again, evenly faced just like the start, evenly recovered much like the beginning, even people. TI pushed Bruce back who falls onto the ref; he recovers and just ignores the referee and goes at TI again. TI shows Bruce the better side of his fists again while Bruce doesn’t flinch but instead takes to him with palm strike again. TI’s punches don’t do it anymore but his chops sure can, he chops much like the beginning of the match, this time Bruce kicks TI’s knee out though and TI drops to his knee. TI struggles to get back up only being supported by one of his knees, but he does manage to get up but still tries to avoid supporting himself on that knee. 14:15 The match is about a quarter of the way through and both men are still tied, a fall for two of the thirds so far, but a third fall looked like an unusual concept. Tex: The match is already three-quarters over, it’s been great so far. Banter: I’ve seen better. Tex: Like what? Banter: TI and Buce-42 vs. Adamantium Insomniac and Bruce-666. Tex: That’s not even possible. Banter: Negative Nancy. TI goes over to the ropes and rests on them forgetting that Bruce was still up, Bruce clothesline him over akin to the Rumble earlier that night. Bruce then jumps over the rope with no hands, TI is sent down and finally Bruce gets an upper hand. TI is down and Bruce is up, it seemed like a strange situation. TI gets up son and sends Bruce down with a hard clothesline. He gets up on the apron and jumps off with an elbow drop onto Bruce, it seems that if TI can’t use Bruce’s move he’ll use a substitute. Bruce is again down as TI is up, the situation had gone back to the norm. TI sent Bruce into the ring and gets a cover on him. 1… 2… … Bruce gets his leg on the rope at the last second forcing the ref to stop the count, TI covers again though. 1… 2… Bruce gets his shoulder up this time as TI begins to punch him in the head on the ground, hoping to knock him out. 12:56 The minutes tick away slowly as the action in the ring has slowed down; the men have gone about double what the average wrestler goes through. Bruce is still on the ground but this time TI has stopped punching him and is picking him. He instead gets a cobra clutch on him, the Sweet Irony. Bruce is refusing to tap though and it seems that no matter how powerful the submission is Bruce is overcoming it. He looks like he is tied up in a little ball. Tex: Bruce looks to be in a different place. Banter: It’s called withdrawal. Tex: How long were you thinking that up? Banter: Only a few minutes. Bruce releases himself and he pushes out taking himself out of the submission and pushing TI away, Bruce runs towards TI and hits another flying forearm. He then hits the downed TI with a flurry of kicks and then one last hard stomp to the head. But like the other parts of the match TI just recovers leaving Bruce is disbelief. Titanium Insomniac: WELCOME TO BEDLAM! 09:12 The whole crowd hears and starts to boo TI who is hit in the back of the head with a forearm by Bruce, Bruce sends him down to the ground but TI rolls away and gets up quickly. He pulls Bruce from behind and hits a huge spinebuster on him; Bruce holds his back as TI goes for another pin. 1… 2… … Bruce recovers as quickly as he went down and hits TI in the face, TI holds his nose as Bruce goes to dropkick him. TI quickly moves though and from behind Bruce comes TI who gets behind him and lifts him into the air with a full nelson and slams him down with a reverse X-Factor, The Teardrop to be exact. 1… 2… … 3, is not TI’s lucky number as Bruce gets his shoulder up at the last second to the entire crowd’s, the ref’s and most importantly TI’s disbelief. TI goes for another cover. Tex: Holy crap! Banter: Jesus! I didn’t even expect that!!! 1… 2… Bruce gets his shoulder up again to everyone’s disbelief again; they don’t expect any of it but they shouldn’t underestimate Bruce. 06:17 There are only about six minutes left and Bruce has pushed TI to his limits and is ready to take him out for good, Bruce is exhausted but will keep on going. It took everything out of him to kick out of that. Tex: Well Bruce has my 100% support. Banter: You’re just saying that because Bruce is like the Austin of 411Fed. Tex: The wife-bashing drunk of 411Fed? Banter: …That sounds like Bruce. Bruce is now down on the ground as is TI, both men are exhausted and extremely shocked form these outcomes. 05:45 With less than five minutes left Bruce looks to be ready to go, TI is still down in shock but is still willing to top anything Bruce is going to throw at him. He now stands up but is met with a clothesline down to the ground from Bruce. Bruce goes to the top rope and hits a huge frog splash. 04:32 Bruce now gets a grapevined abdominal stretch on TI. Tex: That’s the Long Arm Of The Law!!! Banter: Bruce is actually gonna win! Go Bruce! TI is refusing to tap as he shakes his head in refusal still. 03:22 Less than five minutes left but the submission is still on, the crowd are on the edge of there seats. TI is shouting as is Bruce, both men are in extreme pain; Bruce looks to be extremely tired as does TI. 02:14 Still about two minutes to go, Bruce still has the submission on while TI is desperately struggling to get out, Bruce isn’t letting him go anywhere. 01:10 Just more than a minute to go, the crowd can hear TI and Bruce’s screams of agony, they are chanting the name of Bruce extremely loudly. 00:50 Crowd: BRUCE! BRUCE! BRUCE! 00:40 Tex: C’MON BRUCE!!! 00:30 Banter: TITANIUM! TITANIUM! 00:20 Ref: Do you want to tap, do you want to tap? 00:10 With ten seconds left, The Insomniac's world slows to a near stop. He can feel Bruce wrenching on his body, twisting muscle and bone, cutting off circulation. 00:09 He looks up, staring into the face of his opponent, the man who was there, somewhere, through all his pain, watching as this man does his damnedest to beat him. 00:08 The ref continues leaning in and out, his mouth forming words but no sound coming out. The only sound he can hear is the roar of the crowd. 00:07 Staring out at the crowd, watching them jumping, cheering, waving their arms, counting down with the timer, chanting Bruce's name. 00:06 As he stares at the front row, letting his vision fade as his eyes slowly close. And with the darkness comes silence. 00:05 Blind and deaf to the fight, Johnathan Hoffman is able to see what really matters -- his family. 00:04 As he opens his eyes, a smile crosses the masked man's lips. 00:03 Sweat flies, muscles wrench, as the sound of flesh on canvas is deafening, echoing throughout the arena. 00:02 The Insomniac's hand raises a second time, smashing down on the mat again, as the crowd is pushed back by the sound. 00:01 The rafters shake, the cement floor cracks, the crowd is knocked to their feet as Titanium Insomniac's hand smashes through the mat. 00:00 Ring Announcer: WINNER OF THIS MATCH, BY SUBMISSION, AND NEW 411FED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… BRUCE-42. Bruce lets go of Titanium Insomniac and gets up on the turnbuckle with the belt the ref just gave him, a tear runs from Bruce’s eye as the crowd scream his name. Everyone is going wild as TI’s reign is finally over. Bruce goes to the other turnbuckle corner and holds the belt up there too. Tex: BRUCE HAS DONE IT!!! Banter: I can see that… Bruce gets in the middle of the ring; he’s going on to the Main Event of 411Fed WrestleMania 4. TI rolls out of the ring, unnoticed, smiling to himself. Banter: Bruce is going on to Mania 4 to face Coren!! Titanium Insomniac stands in the middle of the ring, the ovation long subsided, the new champion in the back celebrating, the crowd beginnning to disperse. A few remain behind to heckle. The arch-nemesis of the people has been taken down a few pegs this evening. TI's face is stony. He appears not to hear their jeers, their spewing of venom. Almost all the paint has been sweated off. He is a mere mortal, beaten down, no mask to hide behind and no arrogant smirk to deflect his adversaries. A million images run through his mind, mostly his wife and daughter. But they are not images of death. They are images of a lemonade stand he helped build, making love on a rainy afternoon, Thanksgiving with grandparents and in-laws. They stand before him now, longing to comfort him, to bring him peace. He's not that far away now. A slow descent from the ring as the hecklers give up on their games. One is particularly proud of what they've done as he slides his glasses back up his nose. Wait'll the internet hear about what he did. (As an aside, he doesn't make it home right away. A drunk driver and a run red light will change his life forever. In fact...it'll keep him up a lot of nights. Quite a tragedy, life.) The fallen one is back in his dressing room after passing many silent onlookers. Some go to great pains not to make eye contact. His reputation for exploding on casual onlookers precedes him by a year or so. Then he snaps awake, out of his daze. He sees the people, the white linoleum hallway, the family lovingly following him wherever he goes. He dares not let go of them. They are not to torment him but to heal him. To heal. To sleep. Perchance to dream. A hurriedly stuffed gym bag later, he throws on his black trenchcoat and is in the parking garage. A rev of an engine and taillights add a faint red glow to dark grey concrete. Dr. Scott Daniels has been dragged out of bed against his will. His most famous patient is easily excitable and he dares not argue much. He really needs to work on asserting himself, he decides. But in the context of a man dressed all in black coming through his window and half-throwing him into a Mercedes, he'll find a better time. A few minutes later after a silent car ride that leaves him wondering exactly how his night will end they are sitting in the middle of a junkyard by a crude fire made from accumulated planks of wood. TI: I've been very tired lately. Not exhausted tired, not a tired like I have to set my cross down for a moment. I mean I could just curl up in the backseat of one of these twisted pieces of metal and sleep forever. So many amateur therapists tried to help, and they failed. Now things feel different. Daniels: How? TI: I feel like...I don't have to fight it anymore. I embraced my ailment for so long, I wanted it to define me. And once I dropped my gloves it's like I never wanted to raise them again. TI pulls out the remnants of a black cloth mask, ponders it for just a moment, and tosses it into the fire. One can almost see a spirit escaping with its destruction. A porcelain mask into the fire. This time we can almost hear a sigh of relief. Daniels looks on with fascination. He can't bring himself to speak. TI watches the flames lick at his life. He looks behind Daniels at the family, now beaming brighter than ever. The girl clutches her bunny to her chest and leans her head against her mommy's hip. "I love you, Daddy." He relishes these words, closing his eyes and living his head to heaven. The feeling that washes over him is beyond description. It is absolute bliss. Absolute peace. To sleep. Perchance to dream. Daniels: "Good night, John." Good night. |