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I'd just like to say, well god damn done to Craven. Only a few had faith him to win, and his match was excellent, as King and Edwin will testify too. It's no shame losing to you, and I bow before you. Now, onto why I placed fool in the title. I wrote 15000 words starting yesterday at 11, with no real plan and nothing to go on, fighting away the flu. Yes I still tried to get something out, and I knew exactly why I lost. My lack of commitment is what was my undoing. In the future, I hope to have a rematch with all three men, as from now, I won't be holding back, and I will devote more of my spare time (Which I use to lazy aobut anyway) to proving myself to you all. And now... ... A long shot of the entire arena is projected from the camera, but that soon fades out… Linkin Park’s Faint, the theme for the evening plays as highlights of the four men in the following contest are shown…Their images appear on the SmarkTron, and to the people at home, demonstrating their abilities for everyone to see… Andrew Blackwell, with the Narcosynthesis on Stryke as countless referee’s desperately attempt to pry him away… Judge Mental, his legs wrapped around a helpless Charlie Matthews, a strangle hold applied, blood rushing to his head, as his arm drops for the final time and the bell rings… And then a longer pause as we take the viewer to the dramatic end to a match on Smarkdown, as we hear… ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ … And we see the Demonstar driver being delivered to Michael Craven by one, Nathaniel Kibagami in all its horrific glory. The crowd’s gasp follows the fade out, as we hear a voice over, followed by single shots of each competitor, each with their own unique pose, staring into the camera… ‘On this night of nights, dreams will either be shattered, or finally realized. For some, it’s the chance for a new beginning, or a glorious rise up the ranks. This can be seen most clearly in the upcoming, grueling contest. Four men with different agenda’s, different plans for the future, but all of them desire the coveted ICTV championship around Mak Francis’ waist…’ … One match has already been completed, and already the crowd is on their feet and screaming out with joy! Smarks Wrestling Pay Per View time is here again, and the crowd awaits the rest of the night in anxious anticipation, set for glorious jubilation as epic battles are fought here tonight… They are brought back to reality for the moment however, as the screen begins to flicker, becoming distorted, causing the boys in the booth to work frantically to restore it to normal. They needn’t do much, because as soon as the picture is hijacked, a voice, a familiar low and raspy voice is heard throughout the arena, letting out a hoarse laugh before he instructs this capacity crowd and the millions watching at home… … ‘There is nothing wrong with your television set … ‘ … ‘Do not attempt to adjust the picture … ’ … ‘I will control the vertical … ‘ … ‘I will control the horizontal … ‘ … ‘I am controlling transmission … ‘ … The crowd, who were jubilant only thirty seconds ago, now show a face of disdain as the picture returns to normal, but the lights soon begin to fade into nothingness, and the haunting sounds of Lycia’s Tainted begin to play, proceeding the entrance of the Sacred One. ‘… And so, four men will battle it out tonight for a shot at SWF gold. Gold each four men have tasted in their career, and desire it ever more so now, as they met in that squared circle it what should prove to be a brutal, grueling and tiring encounter, and I for one cannot wait!’ This introduction comes from one ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens, who seems to glumly look at the list of participants, his eyes settling on one name well known to everyone for his infamy, Nathaniel Kibagami. Riley on the other hand is very delighted, and is not afraid to make his enthusiasm show. ‘This… Mark, will be one of the best matches on the show, I mean, just look at the names of these participants! That alone makes this match worth the price these people have paid to see tonight’s show!’ Still, Mark isn’t convinced, ‘but that’s just the thing bobby, I AM looking at the names, and I am not impressed.’ ‘You mean, you doubt these men are talented enough…? Asks Riley, confused. ‘Oh not at all, Bobby, the outcome of this match will not please me in any way, as none of these men have shown to have a peaceful thought in their minds, all they thirst for is their own twisted desires.’ Riley yells back in reply, ‘exactly! Just look at it this way, these men, who have maybe the cruelest intentions in mind, will absolutely TEAR each other apart! They’ve all shown in the past that they don’t care what they put their opponents through!’ Finding wisdom in Riley’s words, strangely enough, Mark replies, ‘you maybe right Bob! I can, and have always appreciated a great contest, and for a shot at Mak’s ICTV championship on the line, these men will give their absolute all, blood, sweat, and Craven’s tears.’ ‘Speaking of Craven…’ interjects Riley, ‘one wonders whether the King of Nightmare’s will be at a hundred percent for this evening, after falling victim to the Demonstar driver, as we saw before…’ ‘Whatever the case may be,’ replies Mark, ‘he’ll be fired up, and his mind geared towards proving he belongs in the upper strata of the SWF, and he’ll prove that while attempting to gain a measure of revenge on Nathaniel Kibagami…’ Andrew walks out from behind to curtain, and as soon as his grinning face is shown, a rousing chorus of boos and jeers come from the audience! This only causes Blackwell to chuckle, shaking his head, realizing that soon enough, they will all love him again, when their eyes are finally opened. ‘And this man…’ continues Stevens, ‘who knows what he will do to gain followers to his cause, but I shudder to think, as this cause seems like the most important thing in his life, since the loss of his wife Anna. He’s found something to keep himself going, and I guess we should be thankful for that. I never want too see this business drive another man to suicide…’ ‘Neither do I, Mark. He’s become so non-caring since her death, but I have to say, it’s with good reason. I bet he still remembers Thoth uttering his wife’s name in vain, and the feelings that brought out in him. From there, it was a constant decline, not in his career, but in his state of mind, but now, he’s back, and with a purpose, and I don’t know about you Mark…’ ‘But sign me up for the experiment! I’m always open to new things!’ ‘… Argh, I won’t be able to keep a straight face all night now, thank you very much…’ Confidence seems to just drip from the Australian, knowing how it feels to fight on such a grand stage so many times before, but still, the butterflies fly around his stomach, as they would any other competitor. He calmly walks down the ramp way, casting a gaze out at the people at ringside, who taunt him with simply, crude insults, but again, Andrew simply smiles, beckoning them to join him. An eerie glow surrounds Blackwell from the spotlights situated on either side of the ramp, following him down the ramp way as they bathe him in a bright white light, staying on him till he climbs up onto the ring apron, awaiting Funyon’s introduction. ‘Ladies and Gentleman…’ Shouts Funyon, adjusting himself, clearing his throat before continuing, Andrew watching him from the apron, looking around at the fans as their anticipation grows with every passing word form Funyon. ‘The following match, is a Four Corners Elimination match!’ With this, cheers are heard from the crowd, knowing they are in for a memorable bout here tonight, and Andrew plans to deliver on that… ‘God, are you comfortable Mark? Because this will be one for the ages, a match of epic proportions! It’ll be talked about for years to come, an-‘ ‘If it will be all these things, don’t you think you should shut up and do your job so we can get on with it!?’ ‘… Ok, ok, I’m sorry…’ Riley sincerely replies. ‘But I can’t help but mark out like a little twelve year old fan boy!’ Stevens covers his mouth, daring not utter the dirty, dirty words in his mind right now. ‘Ah, I remember sleeping over at my friends house, me, Tommy, Jake, the whole gang, lying around in our boxers while watching the old champions go hammer and tong, tooth and nail, bodies pounding together…’ His commentary cohort is literally choking on the words, visibly straining to hold back! ‘… Egh… Ugh… Argh! Let’s go to Funyon for his introductions!’ ‘Introducing first…’ …and already the cheers have faded into groans of disgust. ‘… From Adelaide, Australia. Standing six foot one inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds… he is a former Junior League World Champion, IGN Wrestling Federation Light heavyweight champion, IGN Wrestling Federation Hardcore Gamers champion, IGN Wrestling Federation United States champio-‘ The crowd is suddenly riotous! They roar their disapproval, and Blackwell only chuckles, telling Funyon to wind it up with a wink and a smirk. Stevens is just as disgruntled as the fans, ‘damn it! We know all this! Skip this and let’s get on with it!’ ‘Ah shush Mark, you know you’d love all your achievements to be listed, you’re just jealous because Sacred has held more titles than you have.’ ‘… You are, like, so totally… not right…’ replies Grand Slam, like, so totally lying n’ stuff. ‘… And also, a Smarks Wrestling Federation Hall of Famer!’ That does it, the crowd was on edge and now they’ve gone over as they begin to chant, ‘Bullshit! Bullshit!’ Stevens lets out a mocking, ‘hah! I bet that wouldn’t happen to me! These fans obviously don’t think Sacred deserves that prestigious honour.’ ‘I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Mark. Of course he deserves such an honour, that a horrible thing to say! Even by my standards, and as your know… well, nothing is beneath me, but you should have more respect!’ ‘Oh, get off your high horse, Bobby, even Sacred himself has been quoted as saying he wants to be stripped of the honour until he feels in his own heart and mind that he’s earned it… just look at him! He can’t stand the fans chanting!’ Andrew Blackwell’s confident smirk and general holier-than-thou attitude is now replaced by a bitter, jaded scowl at the fans! He steps through the ropes and stamps across the mat, circling the ring looking out at the crowd as they let fly with hurtful chants! Andrew soon stops, looking down at the mat, tuning the crowd out, and knowing he can’t let them get to him. Funyon does his best to calm them down, continuing with his introductions, shouting, ‘Please welcome, ladies and gentleman… ‘The Sacred One’… he is… ANDREW BLAAAACKWELL!’ This, however, does not calm them down one bit as he is met by a vociferous response from the crowd. Andrew does his best to ignore him, but the butterflies in his stomach have multiplied, though it doesn’t show on his face, as he can’t been seen to be nervous in any way. … But he lets it slip for a solitary moment as he and the audience, are bathed in a hard red light, and a drumbeat begins to play, slowly, rhythmically, along with the boos from the crowd. ‘He and his tag team partner are not together tonight, instead, they spread their wings and enter the singles race, each trying to care their own destiny, and I see nothing but promise for Justice…’ The introduction for Rage Against the Machine’s Testify continues to grow louder and louder, striking the drums harder, until there is a single symbol crash, and then… ‘I love this part!’ Cries an excited Riley, jumping out of his seat. But then he and the audience wait, entering silence, sweet silence… ‘Now Testify!’ The song suddenly skips halfway through the song, followed by three loud, explosive busts of red pyro across the entire stage! If the grand entrance doesn’t tick the crowd off, then the entrance of one ‘Judge Mental’ William Hearford the third certainly does! ‘I have to say, it’s so strange seeing no tag team title around Mental’s waist, but with any luck, and a lot of skill, the ICTV title should be there to replace it!’ Riley happily reports. Like Blackwell, confidence simply oozes from one of the greatest tag team wrestlers in the business today, his mind fixed on grabbing singles glory, and doesn’t care how the crowd feel about him either way, he’s a tag team god for Christ’s sakes! It’s clear that Blackwell is impressed by what he sees, and he begins to calm down as he looks Judge dead straight in the eye, beckoning him with his arms. ‘BOTH these men are former tag team champions. Sacred is perfect proof that Tag team wrestlers can easily make the transition to the singles bracket, and vice versa. Will we see these two collaborate tonight with some old school tag team wrestling…?’ ‘It’s instinctive for these two, they would double-team without even knowing it, but knowing these two, they would no sooner turn on each other than work together!’ Judge simply smiles and looks away, playing to the crowd, shaking his head and laughing a smug, complacent laugh, simply pointing his waist and telling them to expect gold wrapped around there soon. When a rather bold, albeit drunk fan asks where his tag title has gone, Judge shoots him a spiteful glare, then mouths to him in reply, ‘117 days’, and gives him a smirk, looking back at Blackwell, locking eyes with him once more as he slides into the ring, proceeding Funyon’s formal introduction. “And his opponent, from Royal Oak Michigan! He stands six foot three inches tall and weighs in at a leisurely two hundred and forty two pounds… boys, girls, he is a member of Justice and Rule…’ The crowd roars! ‘… Of the Magnificent Seven…’ And again! ‘Please welcome to the ring, he is the Judge, he is… WILLIAM HEEEAAARRRRFFOOORRRRRDD!’ This gets the biggest roar of all! The Nebraskan fans make their general contempt for the Judge is shown, though some Magnificent Seven fan boys cheer, and promptly get whomped with wet newspaper by the masses who still cheer for the good guys. ‘How will Hearford and Blackwell approach each other in this match?’ Ponders Grand Slam. ‘Both men are very proficient technical wrestlers, world renowned for their technical mastery, and I’m sure the both of them will want nothing more than to out do and humiliate the other.’ Climbing to his feet, Hearford keeps his distance from Blackwell, but their eyes remain on one another, until Judge gets into his pre-match warm up, stretching with the ropes, though Blackwell keeps a creepy gaze on him, realizing Judge’s potential, for mayhem, of course. The lighting crew let out a long sigh as the lights drop out once again, but the impact on the fans is till the same, despite not knowing who is coming out exactly, they pretty much know they won’t like them, at all. Low and behold, their premonitions were correct! As a cursor pops up on the SmarkTron, in DOS mode apparently, which doesn’t make much sense since you can’t use a mouse in straight DOS mode, and some nerds in the crowd make their objections known in high-pitched cries. Stevens chuckles mockingly. ‘Most. Nerdish. Entrance. Ever.’ ‘Like the crack of a baseball bat is any better, Mark,’ replies Bobby with a grin. Stevens rises in arms. ‘… It’s not my fault! They couldn’t afford the production costs back then, but they can now, because of my hard work!’ ‘Jeez! Settle down Mark, so negative towards the company… focus on the present, and on Michael Craven! He took a Demonstar Driver last week, and not only has he lived to tell the tale, he’s back in action already! Quite amazing, I admire the kids guts.’ Keystrokes can be heard over the speakers as small white text appears in the top left hand corner of the screen… C:/SWF From here, the mystery typist scans the folder, and pinpoints on… C:/SWF/Superstars A list of files rolls down the screen, and an audible, ‘Hmmm…’ is heard over the speakers as Mr. Incognito scans down the list of .exe files… … JnR.exe No … FrostIsParty.exe No … TheGamblingMan.exe No… RageUnleashed.exe No… KingOfNightmares.exe … Suddenly, more keystrokes are heard as the mystery typist puts in the command for… C:/Run ‘KingOfNightmares.exe’ The cursor suddenly begins to flash, and that flash spreads throughout the whole screen, until it reaches… Boom! … An earth shattering crescendo! Blue and white pyro suddenly bursts across the main stage, leaving a thick cloud of smoke in its wake! This smoke continues to linger like a sad, drunken uncle as strobe lights begin to pulse with the guitar of Saliva’s King of My World, which plays in the background, being met with wild boos from the crowd! ‘A massive entrance for a man who has come from nothing, to rise and beat some of the best in the business today! I always knew there was potential in Mike, and now it is being realized, and he’s making big waves amongst the SWF pool, giving many wrestlers sleepless nights, where he attacks, the King of Nightmares…’ ‘… Great stuff,’ admits Riley, nodding his head in approval. ‘It’ been a long time coming, I know, but Craven is finally rising to the top, and who knows how high he will reach, though I’m afraid he may have hit a snag, as his neck has to be feeling that Demonstar driver from Smarkdown, a sickening, sickening blow… now available on the Best and Worst of the SWF Bumps, Volume VI!’ ‘That was so shameless… Well done.’ The mediocre lyrics begin to sound, and the strobe lights suddenly cut out, as a blinding white flash pierces through the bellowing smoke of the pyro. The light shines on one Michael Craven, who is hidden behind a cloak of shadow, but soon he steps out to bask in the glory, fame, and grandeur that the spotlight brings him, but most abhor Craven, though it matters not to the King of Nightmares. With the spectacle over, Michael Craven reaches the ring, eyes darting back and forth between Andrew Blackwell, and William Hearford, who look back at him, determination written on their faces. Craven tries to hide his obvious injury, but even now it begins to hurt him as he tries to warm up and put it out of his mind… ‘Craven is lucky Kibagami held back a little last week, or his career may have been OVER last week!’ Riley grimly reports. Mark only grumbles in reply, ‘oh how lucky are we that he’s ok…’ Funyon crows into his microphone, ‘and in the ring, from Tampa Florida! This man stands at six feet six inches tall, and weighs in at approximately two hundred and eighty pounds… he is the Gulf Coast Hurricane, the Chimera and the King of Nightmares himself, he is… MICHAEL CRAAAAAVVVEEEEENNNNN!’ The boos seem to drone and on with each passing announcement, but yet the crowd do not stop letting the three men in the ring know how they feel about them, but their minds are a tad pre-occupied right now as an uneasy silence settles in the ring, but suddenly, something captures the attention of them all… The first few notes of the River Dragon has Come by Nevermore come in with the thick fog that envelops the entranceway, moving through the audience as it would in early morning. The people amongst the audience, taken in by the soothing sounds, are soon and suddenly shaken as Kibagami’s image is shown on the SmarkTron, back to camera, sitting in a simple wooden chair, before… Bam! The bomb is dropped, and people cower as a blinding white flash hits every available light source in the arena! The bright flare does not recede quickly, as the heavy distortion kicks in and the music pounds through the speakers, and into the ears of the crowd, who are taken back for a moment… ‘Today, the warning came in the flood…’ … But soon rise in a rebellious rabble once again, as none other than Nathaniel Kibagami, the Silent One, walking with his head down through the fog, the vocals beginning behind him as he stalks down the ramp way. The crowd tries to reach him, rising up in a roar, right now, having mixed feelings for the Silent One, but he completely ignores them, making his way to ringside with a purpose, listening to the music behind him. ‘A new fire is growing inside of Nathaniel Kibagami, living to fight here in the SWF, and a new entrance to mark what may be the beginning of an assault on the SWF, first the ICTV championship, then who knows what will be next!’ ‘Hopefully another broken neck…’ ‘This attitude is disturbing Mark! You’re cutting into my scene, my whole gimmick baby!’ Stepping up onto the ring apron and ducking between the ropes, Kibagami immediately pivots around the face Michael Craven, walking straight past the King of Nightmares, simply brushing him aside as he climbs to the top rope! ‘Ooh…’ sighs Mark, his attention suddenly captured once again. ‘Tensions are at a fever pitch between those two, on Craven’s end at least. Kibagami has done noting but disrespect and attempted to disenchant Michael, who had some harsh words to say about Kibagami’s career…’ ‘Nathaniel saw that as a clear-cut challenge, and attempted to put Craven in his place… and I think the Demonstar certainly did! But Mike won’t let that stop him, he’s faced many challengers and critics in his career, he’ll bounce back, no doubt about that!’ For the final time, Funyon raises the mic to his lips and bellows to the awaiting fans, ‘and finally, standing above the ring… he hails from Phoenix Arizona, and stands six foot five, weighing two hundred and sixty eight pounds…’ ‘Ladies and Gentleman, give it up for the master of the Demonstar Driver, the Silent One, the only… NATHANIEL KIBAAAAGGGAAAAMMMIIIII!’ He assumes the crucifix position, looking around at the packed crowd, before stepping back down; finally his eyes look towards his opponents for the night, as they stare back at him. ‘I doubt the Kibagami/Craven affair as not even crossed Blackwell’s or Hearford’s mind once. They are there to do a job, and they’ll do it, using everything to their advantage,’ comments Mark, studying each man, and their every, single movement. Each man stands in one corner of the ring, not stepping to once side, wary of being blindsided by ravenous opponents ready to pick each other apart. In the center of all this stands Billy Chiota, the plucky young kid hand picked to referee this contest. Right now though, he doesn’t seem too plucky, obviously uncomfortable in the presence of four of some of the best the SWF has to offer. Backing away slowly, Chiota raises his arm, pointing his finger towards the time keeper who… ‘HERE WE GO!’ Riley cries. DING! DING! DING! … Rings the bell to signify that this match has officially begun! Despite the crowd’s obvious ill-feelings towards the four men, they all rise up and cheer, roaring their approval, desperately hoping that they tear each other apart! And from the get go, that’s how it seems to be! Michael Craven immediately turns to his right, clenching his fists together, staring a hole through Nathaniel Kibagami, before charging with a full head of steam toward the Silent One! ‘If I could predict that from Craven, then surely…’ Riley begins to say… A rye smile finally peeks through Kibagami’s hardened exterior, predicting Craven’s outburst and stepping aside to avoid it, simply placing his feet around Michael’s ankle, taking him face first to the mat! The crowd roars again for the opening move as Craven spins right back onto his feet, putting aside rational thought for just a second as he charges again! ‘He’ll just keep coming back for more!’ Stevens cries, now showing more life as the match begins, ‘but Kibagami easily out-classes him, out-wits him and can out-last him, so Craven is going to have to rely on pure guts and determination to do any damage whatsoever. I know the fans are unsure how to react to Kibagami after his brutality was on show for all too see on Smarkdown, and so am I, so consider me an unbiased onlooker…’ ‘You’re never completely unbiased, Mark, no matter how much you’ll argue that! Isn’t a certain Australian by the name of Nathan Jones coming soon…?’ ‘….’ While this drama unfolds, Blackwell and Hearford glance to each other, seeing that the other two will be pre-occupied for quite awhile, the two veterans approach each other, stopping only a few feet away from each other, hands held in the hair, fingers twiddling as their hands come closer and closer together until they finally meet and the two enter a test of strength! ‘Me thinks this won’t last long at all…’ Mark comments with a smile. This doesn’t last long with these two technical generals, and Sacred is first to act, trying to surprise the Judge with a sweep kick, but Judge sees it in time and hops over the leg to avoid contact! Judge then grabs Sacred’s right arm and spins around him performing a hammerlock, holding his arm tight behind his back. ‘These two could go counter for counter all night,’ Mark Stevens informs us. ‘But unfortunately, with two other men only five feet away, they’ll have to be wary of attack from all sides.’ ‘Which is a great pity, I need to see these two go at it one on one!’ Riley replies, bouncing around on his seat. ‘Oh, damn you infernal demon!’ On the other side of the ring, Craven’s hasty charge has blown back in his face as Kibagami springs at the King of Nightmare’s, catching him in the jaw with a sidekick! ‘Ooh!’ The two commentators cry. Riley cringes as he grimly reports to us, ‘his head flung back violently after that impact, and his neck has to be in great pain already…’ The hammerlock from Judge quickly and easily countered by Blackwell, into a hammerlock of his own. Mental simply runs forward and uses his free hand to hook onto the top rope, the violent momentum shift causing Andrew to roll back ward and onto his feet! ‘Simply, yet effective,’ says Stevens. ‘Nothing flashy about their technical style, but they could take down any one, on any given night!’ The blow stuns Mike momentarily as he climbs back to his feet, regretting his hotheaded approach. Kibagami lets out a short, condescending laugh, shaking his head as Craven approaches, springing into the air and catching Craven in the jaw again with a Dropkick! ‘And again!’ Comes the loud cry from Riley, fearing for Mike’s safety. ‘Another blow to the head, and Kibagami is loving every minute of this!’ Exchanging appreciative smiles, Andrew Blackwell then runs at his foe, leaping onto his shoulders! Expecting a more technical approach from his opponent, Judge thinks fast, using his strength advantage to hoist Blackwell off his shoulders! Andrew corrects himself into the air, luckily, he manages to plant his feet on the top rope, and he leaps off and twists in the air, catching Judge as he turns around with a flying cross body splash! Stevens raises his arms as he follows Sacred through the air and brings them back down as he crashes on top of Judge! ‘Whoa! That’ll throw a spanner in the works! Blackwell summoned Wildchild’s spirit and flew through the air with a beautifully executed splash!’ ‘See, if Judge were smart, right now he’d summon the spirit of Divefire and throw a bah gawd fireball at the Sacred One!’ ‘Man, he was a tool wasn’t he?’ While the referee slides over as Andrew lays on top of Judge with a lateral press, Kibagami locks on a front face lock to Craven, throwing his arm over his shoulder and hopping once, suddenly throwing Michael over his shoulder with a stinging Snap Suplex! ‘How can he last against this ferocious offence?’ Asks Riley, as the reply shows Craven’s neck jerk back and forth like a rag doll before he slams into the canvas.‘ ONE! T-Kick out! Judge rolls away, to be honest, he’s surprised by Blackwell’s athletic maneuver, expecting a totally different battle to be fought, but if that’s how he wants to play, then so be it says the Judge. Keeping the front face lock applied, Nathaniel rolls back to his feet, tossing Craven violently with a front chancre Suplex! The Downshifter Suplex keeps Craven down long enough to safely climb to his feet and back into the ropes behind him. Mark tries to predict the future, shivering as he does so. ‘If Nathaniel is setting up another Demonstar… May god have mercy on Craven’s soul.’ ‘He wouldn’t… he couldn’t! It’d kill the man! Surely even Nathaniel Kibagami has his limits?’ ‘We’ll soon find out, Bobby, but I damn well hope so…’ He calmly strides back toward the Chimera, simply falling forward and snapping Craven’s neck back with a diving knee drop! The sickening blow causes the fans to groan, as on the other half of the ring, Hearford and Blackwell and back onto their feet in unison, and they each throw stereo kicks towards each other’s midsection! The two are doubled over, but not for long as Andrew ducks under a clothesline attempt from William, grabbing his arm on the way through and leaping up behind Judge, scissoring Hearford’s opposite arm and bringing him down to the mat with a crucifix pin! ‘Another athletic, cruiserweight like move from the Sacred One. He certainly seems on his game as he tries to confuse and out-wit the Judge.’ ‘Unfortunately for Sacred, Mark, Judge doesn’t share a wrestling brain with Ejiro, he has one all his own, a brilliant one at that, and no amount of red herrings Blackwell throws will distract William Hearford the third!’ ONE! T-Another kick out from Hearford! Despite not expecting Blackwell’s style to be so unpredictable, the Judge keeps his cool, as he always down, whirling back to his feet to met the next advance from Blackwell, which comes in the form on a spinning kick! Judge easily ducks this, grabs Sacred’s legs as it swoops overhead, putting his head underneath Blackwell’s armpit and an arm around his waist, lifting him up into the air… ‘Just as I said would happen!’ Riley gleefully shouts. ‘… But Blackwell will be hurt! Don’t hit the move! Wait… yes! Hit the move!’ ‘Just like a small child, trying to decide what toy to take in the car… this will end in tears.’ And dropping him with authority down to the canvas on his spine with a Back Drop Suplex! Kibagami at this same time turns Craven over, sitting atop his shoulder joint and lifting his arm, twisting it around, locking on a Fujiwara arm bar! ‘A strange choice of submission from Nathaniel, Mark.’ Riley remarks. ‘He’s targeted the neck, but now he goes to the arm? What’s up with that?!’ Either he’s forgotten in ten seconds that Craven’s neck is weak, or he wants to prolong his pain like the sadistic bastard that he is!’ ‘… Good point, I’ll take the latter.’ ‘You are correct sir!’ Blackwell has rolled out onto the floor, holding the back of his head after getting schooled by Judge Mental. Satisfied with his work and on the prowl for another target, Judge finds Nathaniel Kibagami taking Craven to town with a Fujiwara. Judge studies the move for a second, finding intricate flaws in Nathaniel’s application of the move, and promptly lets his objects be known, as he kicks Kibagami in the back, causing his head to fall back in a whip lash type effect, before Judge locks his legs around his neck in a headscissors! ‘First of all… your hands where in the wrong position, and…’ Judge then tightens his hold around Kibagami’s neck, causing his opponent to wince… slightly. ‘… You have to sit down further, ok? Ok.’ Judge then grabs Craven’s free arm and locks on his own side armbar! Despite the ‘niggling’ in his neck caused by Judge, Kibagami doesn’t release his hold on Craven, and Mike curses this as he desperately tries to reach the ropes in front of him, but he’s trapped between a judge and a hard place! ‘That was so unfunny.’ Stevens says, shaking his head in disappointment. ‘Typical of you, Hearford…’ remarks Kibagami, even managing to smirk while he makes Craven writhe in pain. ‘The neck, my weakest point… how cliché of you, but it will take a lot more than that to affect me, Judge…’ Sliding into the ring behind this entanglement, resembling a car wreckage, Blackwell smiles as he simply slides over, hitting the point of contact where most damage will be done… At Judge’s legs! At the same time, as Judge and Craven groan and roll away, grabbing each affected area, while Kibagami simply shakes his head, refusing to feel any pain. ‘… And Blackwell becomes the negotiator! Though his tactics are somewhat painful, he hit exactly the right spot to break each hold, and hurt each of his opponents!’ ‘Does Kibagami even feel pain? Do we need to get a kryptonite covered steel chair in here?’ ‘Oh, he can be taken down Bobby, but I doubt only one man can do it, this will have to be a team effort, and I seriously doubt any of these guys want to team up!’ Blackwell stands over them, looking down on them like he feels he should with everyone. Craven is first to climb back to his feet, and like a hawk he is swooped on by the Sacred One, his head flung back by a running forearm! With Mike suitably stunned, Blackwell grabs him by the hand and Irish whips him into the opposite ropes. Craven returns and is promptly tossed over Blackwell’s head with a back body drop as Kibagami climbs to his feet, fixated on Judge Mental as he also climbs to his feet. Judge is able to avoid a stiff elbow strike from Kibagami! And another! Rearing back from the blow, Mental scowls and fights right back, bringing his arm back and letting fly… ‘WHOO!’ … With a stinging knife-edge chop! And the fans cry out as the shots ring around the Civic Arena! ‘Ooh, nasty chop from the Judge!’ Riley yells out. ‘WHOO!’ And another! The two exchange blows, throwing their power and expertise behind every blow, neither man gaining an advantage, only serving to beat the hell out of the other! But Kibagami is a man with a plan, and he overwhelms Mental by pulling him in with a front face lock and raising his knee, nailing Hearford in the head with some stiff knee strikes! ‘You won’t survive in this match if you’re not smart, and Kibagami certainly, aiming to hit his powerful strikes to wear down Hearford.’ Stevens observes thoughtfully. As Nathaniel continues the stiff punishment, throwing William into the corner and pounding him with some more elbow strikes, Blackwell raises Craven to his feet, throwing his arm callously over his shoulder, grabbing him by the waist in a tight grip and lifting him into the air with a Suplex! ‘With all the attention focused on Craven’s neck, this may very well end his chances in this match!’ Riley shouts. Andrew tries to take Craven by the neck in mid-air, hoping to turn the Suplex into a stunner! But Craven slips from his grasp and falls behind him! As he does, Craven grabs Andrew’s neck in an inverted face lock, ready for inverted DDT! Craven is forced to wait, biting his bottom lip as his neck burns in agonizing pain. Spinning around after this distraction, Blackwell lowers his head, placing it underneath Craven’s arm and grabbing him around the waist, Suplexing him onto his back, Northern Lights style, and holding on with the bridge! ‘A sweet, sweet Suplex from the Sacred One on a heavier Craven!’ Comments Riley, leaning forward to get a better look at the pin. ‘Very intelligent move under the circumstances.’ Chiota slides over as Judge is propelled across the ring by, smacking into the turnbuckles with tremendous force. Not as much force as the lariat Nathaniel hits, nearly knocking Judge’s teeth out and his head from his shoulders! ‘Bah Gawd, Bobbeh! The impact behind Kibagami’s blows is amazing!’ Stevens cries, feeling the blows himself. ONE! TWO TH- NO! Craven breaks the count by lifting his shoulders, along with his whole body off of the mat using all his reserve power! He takes Andrew with him, the two still lock together, but Craven then spins around into an inverted DDT position again. Craven, making his impressive physical presence known, lifts Sacred up in this position, almost for a reverse Suplex! But at the last moment, Blackwell worms his way free and escapes Craven’s grip, climbing onto Mike’s shoulders! Before Blackwell can attempt anything, Craven grabs him by his legs, pulls him upward and outward into the great abyss, dropping him down, down, down… With an Electric Chair Drop! ‘Whoa!’ Gasps Riley, watching Sacred’s entire body bounce a few feet from the mat. ‘That was certainly a beautifully ‘executed’ electric chair drop, wouldn’t you say Mark?’ ‘… No, I wouldn’t say that, Bobby, as I’m not a complete moron like yourself.’ ‘You wish you had my superior wit, Mark, you wish! But back to the match, and Craven has finally planted a firm foothold into this match with that beautiful counter-’ Breaking up the Craven praise before he grows any larger, Grand Slam cries, ‘…but look Bob! Nathaniel is absolutely brutalizing Judge with a flurry of powerful kicks!’ Judge rears back further and further, grunting, ‘Oomph…’ as each blow from Kibagami is struck, knocking him towards the ropes. Hearford realizes the awkward position he’s in, falling prey to Kibagami’s stiff strikes, and tries to counter. Like the intelligent ring general that he is, Judge simply catches Kibagami’s leg and spins around, diving to the mat and bringing the Silent One down with a Dragon Screw! ‘Judge simply has to work quickly; otherwise he’ll again be susceptible to those blows from Kibagami. God, Judge’s body was be bruised already…’ Riley remarks, checking Judge out, while getting skeptical looks from Grand Slam. And that he does, sitting atop of Kibagami’s waist, raising him u0p so he can grab him by the chin, pulling his neck upwards with a Camel Clutch! Judge pulls the Silent One’s up around his knees, synching in the hold further, though it matter not to Kibagami, who feels slightly uncomfortable In this position, a slight niggle in his neck, but he’s still able to calmly address Judge Mental… ‘… Oh please, can’t you be a little more creative, William? No matter what you try, I’ll jus-‘ But Judge has lulled Kibagami into a false sense of security hook, line and sinker as he pushes Nathaniel’s head down and pushes his weight forward, pinning Kibagami’s arms to the mat with a Kidou Clutch pin! ‘… Like that?’ Remarks Hearford with a grin as Billy Chiota glides over and slams his palm on the canvas! ONE! T-No! Kibagami pushes his shoulders out, breaking the pin and creating a safe distance between him and Judge so he can climb to his feet. While this has been going on, Craven has been letting his frustrations flow out into a barrage of rights and lefts as he straddles Blackwell and beats him senseless! Andrew has no choice but to roll away, holding his forehead as a slight cut appears. Craven, on the other hand, is back to his feet and looking for blood to spill. He finds his window of opportunity as Kibagami whips Judge into the ropes, awaiting his return. Craven’s mind looks back to Smarkdown, the twinge in his neck still there, now growing with every passing moment, grueling pain, but his thirst for revenge grows as well. Drawing his arm back like a shortstop, Mike explodes out of the blocks, rearing back and diving forward… BAM! ‘Hail to the fucking king, Baby!’ He shouts on impact… … As he drives his forearm into Kibagami’s forehead! The Silent One crashes to the mat, unable to avoid Judge who comes back from the ropes and performs a simple elbow drop across the chest! ‘Well, I guess you could call that team work,’ says Stevens. ‘Craven saves Judge, and Mental keeps mike’s nemesis down with an elbow drop!’ ‘Please! An elbow drop?! Maybe if Judge had a loaded elbow pad, but a simple elbow drop will not keep the Silent One down!’ Kibagami is down, for the moment at least, as Michael Craven turns his attention to Judge Mental, who climbs back to his feet, ready to drop another elbow, but the King of Nightmare’s throws a curveball as he meets Judge with a kick to the gut! Raising his arms, drawing big heat from the capacity crowd, Craven hops back into the ropes, and then back towards Hearford, jumping into the air and scissoring his legs for his patented Craven Kick across the back of William’s head! ‘Wow, Craven is attacking Judge now…?’ Stevens is confused as he asks, ‘Why wouldn’t he have a go at Nathaniel now that he’s down on the mat?’ ‘He’s smart, that’s why! If he continued with his blood lust, he would surely fail on the account of his neck, his chances are better with Judge… but only slightly of course.’ Craven’s leg makes its descent… … No! Judge simply takes a step back and avoids the contact! With Craven wondering what the hell happened, Judge takes advantage as he grabs Craven around the waist for a German Suplex! But Craven counters that in a standing switch! Judge is too smart to let Craven out-maneuver him, and simply reaches between his own legs, taking Craven by the ankles and onto his back! ‘See? Nothing flip-floppy or flashy, just a simply counter that takes Craven down for some submission work!’ ‘Your love of hosses disturbs me, Mark. More shooting star back rakes I say!’ In one fast and fluid motion, Judge keeps hold of the leg he used to take Mike down and spin around, twisting it while he grabs Craven’s opposite leg, dropping onto his back, connecting the finally leg…. ‘Figure Four!’ Both commentators cry at the top of their lungs. The crowd goes positively insane as Judge nods his head, indeed, his entire upper body as he tries to inflict more and more pain on the King of Nightmares! From behind the Judge however, comes Nathaniel Kibagami, his lips slowly developing into a satisfied grin, having Judge, and Craven, exactly where he wants them. His outstretched arms comes down… As he traps Judge in an inverted face lock! Hearford waves his arm about, but Kibs soon grabs his right arm, leaning down and locking on a Dragon Sleeper! ‘Me again…’ Kibagami whispers to Judge, but he only receives a muffled reply from William, who is unable to escape under Kibagami’s vice like grip keeping him in place! ‘Oh wow!’ Is all Stevens can utter as he watches Judge and Craven writhe in pain, and Kibagami’s satisfied expression as he watches each man suffer under the searing pain. ‘Oh no… he might also be setting up for the… uh oh! Here we go…!’ Riley cringes, but looks on eagerly for the pain to hit, as Kibagami lifts his head up, looking up at the lights on the rafters, before falling backwards… Wham! With an Inverted DDT on Judge! Not only does Hearford close his eyes and curse, Craven too, as the impact from the blow causing Judge to shake violently on impact, only increasing the pain Michael sustains in the hold! ‘Oh my… Kibagami locks on the Dragon Sleeper, into an Inverted DDT, delivering pain to both men down on the mat! A Four Way contest is sure to bring some unique offence, and this is as unique and unpredictable as you could get!’ ‘Wait!’ Bobby yells, putting his hand on Mark’s chest as he jerks back in surprise. ‘Blackwell is back on his feet!’ ‘Don’t touch me, Bobby.’ Kibagami pops up onto his knees, taking his time to synch in the Dragon Sleeper even tighter! Behind this calamitous trio, all intertwined together, is Andrew Blackwell, hands rubbing greedily in twine, as he takes a few steps forward, thinking in his mind… ‘You don’t want to join? You don’t want to join the Experiment? Well then, it seems drastic action MUST be taken…’ ‘This doesn’t look good for anyone here but Blackwell!’ Grand Slam shouts. ‘Here he goes, running towards the nearest turnbuckles…’ Riley takes over, his eyes fixated on Andrew as he… ‘… Hops onto the second turnbuckle… now the top… he springs off… oh god, oh god… here we go Mark!’ Blackwell falls back down to earth, his body turning in a slow somersault in the air, his back arched, before he comes crashing down… With a Moonsault on top of Judge AND Kibagami’s head! Both announcers hasp as Blackwell rolls away, clutching his stomach, but a smile can clearly be seen. ‘… He’s done it again!’ Stevens shouts, out of his seat. ‘He becomes the fourth wheel and crashes the party, breaking both holds with a Triple Jump Moonsault in EXACTLY the right spot!’ ‘Ooooooh! He landed hard, on top of limbs and skulls and, ugh… but despite that, he’s once again stamped his authority on this match, but ion this sort of environment, it won’t last too long!’ The scene in the ring is one of twisted and broken bodies, but still they fight on, taking no time to rest as Kibagami rolls backward and gets onto two feet, meeting The Sacred One face to face. Anticipating Sacred’s movements down to a tee, Kibagami catches Blackwell with a boot to the stomach as he’s about to leap on top of his shoulders! And Irish whip follows and Andrew hits the strands, returning as Kibagami gather some speed and stretching his arm out, head down and eyes focused on Blackwell… But it’s ducked! As Nathaniel has his back turned, Blackwell tries to catch him in the back of the head with a spin kick! … But somehow, Kibagami ducks! Nathaniel fires back with a mule kick to Blackwell’s midsection, turning around and taking Andrew by the left wrist, twisting it around and holding it against his own body, grabbing him around the neck with his free arm and throwing him over his head with a Hammerlock Suplex! The Australian growls, whirling back to his feet, shaking his arm out after it becomes numb from the move. Kibagami laughs and holds his hand out, telling Sacred to step forward, turning his head in a cute and innocent fashion. Of course, Blackwell buys none of this, but steps forward anyway to face the Silent One. Kibagami aims a spinning roundhouse kick towards Sacred’s left shoulder, and it connects! Now cursing his decision, Kibagami whips Blackwell by the left arm into the turnbuckles, hitting with a thud, and stumbling forward, losing the feeling in his arm. Nathaniel uses this to his advantage as he grabs Blackwell by the left hand and pulls him close suddenly, and violently as if to pulls the shoulder from the socket! He doesn’t succeed in this, but he does succeed in driving his knee into Andrew’s rib cage, keeping him close as he grabs him in a T-Bone position, throwing his arm over his shoulder and grabbing him in a reverse face lock, lifting Sacred up, over and down… BAM! With a fucking Exploder! The crowd gasp as Blackwell lets slip a cry, grabbing at his arm as he rolls out onto the floor to recuperate, while Kibagami stands in the center of the ring, finally drawing some cheers from the crowd! … But these are suddenly cut short as none other than Michael Craven sneak attacks Nathaniel from behind, hitting him in the back of the neck with a dropkick! The Silent One stumbles forward, more from surprise than anything, and he can’t stop himself from hitting the ropes face first and coming back to Craven, who waits eagerly with hands held out wide, ready to give him a warm, loving welcome… The Chimera breathes heavily, hunched over from the lack of movement in his neck, but he doesn’t care about that as he lowers his head further, lifting Kibagami onto his shoulders for the entire crowd to see. Kibagami is already fighting to get away, but Mike sinks his claws into his neck to keep him stable, before throwing Nathaniel from his shoulders… Both hands taking him by the neck in mid-air as both come crashing down… WHAM! … And Craven NAILS Kibagami with the Craven Driver! Riley, like the crowd let out a… ‘Holy shit! That move has never meant more until right now! Craven knew he would land on the injured neck, but he was prepared to sacrifice himself to take Kibagami down with a Samoan Driver, snapping Nathaniel’s neck back!’ ‘Even I’LL applaud that one, simply great work from Craven, as we mentioned, his guts and determination would have to get him through this, and he’s showing plenty of that right now!’ ‘Ahhhhhh!’ Craven whimpers in pain, grabbing the back of his neck as he rolls around, kicking his legs, trying to fight through the pain to continue, as Kibagami lies not one foot away, finally down for more than five seconds. The pain Michael seems to take a back seat to his satisfaction at last, and he climbs back to his feet, and slowly he raises his hand, extending his finger and pointing to the top rope! The fans hiss and boo as Craven walks with a purpose, slowly, but with a fiery spirit showing in his eyes. Unfortunately, William Hearford is back to his senses, and very, very annoyed, as he grabs Craven from behind in a waist lock, pounding him in the back of the neck with forearm smashes! Locking his hands together firmly by Craven’s waist, Hearford attempts to lift the Gulf Coast Hurricane… But a well-placed Craven foot blocks his attempt! Before William can try again, Mike darts forward abruptly, putting his foot on the second turnbuckle… Then the third… Craven’s hopes to counter the German Suplex attempt are dashed as Hearford throws him over his head anyway! … But Mike lands back on his feet! Hearford’s eyes dart over his shoulder, a frown of displeasure written across his face, and he is determined to take Craven down, pivoting back around and charging the King of Nightmare’s… But Hearford faces something clearly unanticipated… … As Craven hops forward, shooting his leg outward, catching Judge Mental in the jaw with a powerful Superkick! Hearford is thrown back from the force and collapses to the mat in a heap, while Craven stands over him. He slowly raises his head to the crowd, and a deeply satisfied smile forms as he raises his arms and proclaims. ‘I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!’ The response from the crowd is deafening as they hurl abuse towards Craven, not letting him know of the danger he faces if he turns around. Mike laughs, pointing to his chest and then by his waist, before he slowly turns around… His eyes, they suddenly glance up at Craven’s own nightmare… …The face of Nathaniel Kibagami, standing eye-to-eye, and toe-to-toe with Michael Craven. The shock Craven feels jolts his body, as does the stiff kick delivered by Kibagami to a roar from the delighted crowd as Mike is doubled over, gasping for air. Kibagami pulls on his hair and into… A standing headscissors… ‘No… no… he won’t! Oh lord, please tell me he won’t!’ Riley desperately cries, watching on in vain. ‘He’s… in position for the Demonstar… I can’t see another neck broken from this move, I just pray to god…’ As Stevens stands from his seat, and the fans rise, watching Craven’s bloodlust fade, and their own rising to new level’s never reached before. Looking down at the beaten body of Michael Craven, the self-proclaimed ‘The King of Nightmare’s’, and Nathaniel cannot help but laugh, as his arms… Wrap around Craven’s waist, and he is hoisted onto Nathaniel’s broad, built shoulders. Kibagami, although straining a little to keep Craven hoisted for so long, revel’s in the moment… Before he decides to end it, throwing the King of Nightmare’s from off his shoulders, letting his neck aim directly for the spot in front of him as the two come closer, and closer, and closer... … And Kibagami’s sits out, while Craven’s head hits the mat at a dangerous angle, folding his neck onto himself, causing him to roll away at the last second after the devastating folding Powerbomb delivered by Nathaniel Kibagami! ‘HOLY SHIT!’ Is Riley’s instinctive response, visibly taken aback by the shockingly beautiful move delivered. ‘Kibagami shows mercy on Michael Craven, but delivers the finishing knockout blow to Craven. OH god, I can’t believe the angle Craven hit the canvas at…’ Stevens is just as speechless, ‘… it’s just academic now. I don’t know how to feel, whether to cheer for a monster, or a fallen one. I cannot decide the lesser of two evil’s…’ His eyes closed, on his knees in front of Craven, Kibagami simply drops himself on top of Michael, tugging on his attire to hook his leg, as Billy Chiota does his job, although his eyes do not leave Kibagami as his hand strikes the mat and the fans cry… ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ ‘THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!’ … Then reality is made frightfully clear. The King of Nightmare’s leg drops lifelessly, plonking on the canvas as Kibagami climbs to his feet, groaning as he feels a bone creak, almost annoyed that he had to get down on the mat to finish Craven. Michael Craven was Dead on Arrival here tonight, and his sprawled out body is the evidence of that. His lifeless body, with arms and legs out to each side. The crowd is STILL cheering, even as they see these scenes, and the chant is heard around the arena once again… ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ‘The first man eliminated in this match via pin fall by Nathaniel Kibagami… MICHAEL Craven…’ ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ‘Damn these fans… damn them! How can they not be moved by this?! How can they have the audacity to cheer, as a man lies strewn on the mat, his neck torn apart?!’ ‘The same way you would if Kibagami had been on the receiving end of that move…’ ‘… Damn it, that’s not the issue! Kibagami has done something I can’t forgive him for! Look at my poor Craven, someone get help for this man right NOW!’ ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ Finally rolling into the ring, Andrew Blackwell works his way to his feet with help from the ropes, still shaking his arm out, trying to gain full feeling back. He finally looks down at Craven’s broken body… then at Kibagami. William Hearford does the same as he shakes off the effects of the Superkick delivered by the man who now lies face down on the mat. Nathaniel simply looks at Blackwell, and then turns his head to Judge. The careless look in his eyes causes Hearford and Blackwell to look at each other, then back at Silent… then back to Craven, who is being rolled out of the ring carefully by Chiota, being careful not to move Craven’s neck too much. Michael opens his eyes finally, and explains that he doesn’t need any help… And Chiota waves the EMT’s away as they rush down the ramp way. ‘I can’t believe it… even know after falling to Kibagami once again, he still has the determination to leave the ring with out aid. I despise him for his actions, but he has earned my respect here tonight…’ Craven rolls out onto the outside, stumbling and falling onto one knee at first, but he manages to compose himself, being able to walk past all the fans… the cruel, unforgiving fans as they taunt the King of Nightmares. His anger only grows as he holds his neck, slowly making his way up the ramp, as the EMT’s part like the red sea for him, following him through he curtain as he makes his exit… ‘… And then there were three,’ informs a greedy Bobby Riley, rubbing his hands together. ‘THIS will be even better!’ An uneasy silence falls upon the ring, through mummers and mutterings can still be heard amongst the crowd, who wait too see what happens next. A triangle is formed between the three men, as each, no matter how prepared they were at the beginning of the match, are unsure of what to do next. ‘Even the best get lost sometimes and most experienced get lost along the way.’ Stevens remarks. ‘After seeing Nathaniel Kibagami’s power, and the lengths he will go to…’ ‘Isn’t it fitting that the man himself is the first one to strike!’ Tiring of this state of non-action, Kibagami creates some, kicking Blackwell in the stomach with a swift kick! With Andrew doubled over, Kibagami turns to Judge, throwing a wild lariat attempt his way! But Judge is prepared for it and ducks! Kibagami turns around, met with knife-edge chops from Judge Mental! “WHOO!” “WHOO!” ‘Look at the marks left by those stinging chops!’ Riley cries. ‘No wonder the fans cry after each barbed blow!’ ‘I still say it’s stupid…’ “WHOO!” “WHOO!” Unlike earlier, the chops are thrown with more force behind them, forcing Kibagami into one corner. Seeing Kibagami ready for a counter-attack, Judge ducks low, driving his shoulder into Silent’s rib cage! ‘As we saw earlier, Judge can be dominated too easily if he gets sucked into a brawl, so he needs to use hit and run tactics to keep wearing down Kibagami,’ notes Stevens. ‘Right now, he has no choice! Kibs is on a fucking roll, and I don’t know where or how its happened, but he is like a new man out there. You KNOW Blackwell and Hearford are worried they might suffer the same fate as The King of Nightmares.’ Judge grabs Kibs by the arm tightly, wrapping his arms around him and whipping him across the ring to where Blackwell stands, unprepared for this, but managing to leap frog over the Silent One! Andrew dodged one bullet, but now he has another coming at him in the form of Judge Mental, who himself tries a lariat! But Blackwell grabs his arms and whirls around, locking arms with Hearford in an attempt to take him over in a hip toss! ‘Okay, I’ll make a safe bet and predict that not ONE lariat will be hit in this match!’ Stevens shouts. ‘I won’t be one to take you up on that, Mark, as none of these men will fall to a damn lariat!’ But even that’s countered as Mental twists his body around, reversing roles and trying for his own hip toss! Blackwell manages to block it though, but something captures the attention of the two dueling technicians, in fact, it’s Nathaniel Kibagami! The Silent One bursts out from the corner, but Judge and Blackwell meet him, their arms still locked together, forming a perfect double clothesline that knocks Silent down onto the mat! ‘Aha!’ Riley laughs, finding pleasure in Kibagami’s pain, no matter how slight it may be ‘Did you see that? Hearford and Blackwell didn’t even consult with one another, simply met the challenge thrown at them as a team! I need to see MORE of this!’ ‘Too bad Riley! The impromptu team has already ended. Don’t expect any peaceful co-existence tonight. You cannot trust any man when you step into the ring, or you’ll no sooner find a knife in your back and the match stolen from your clutches,’ replies Stevens. Grand Slam speaks the god honest truth as Blackwell smiles before delivering a stiff kick to the rib cage of Mental! With William doubled over, coughing and spluttering, a good sign, Blackwell puts his leg across Judge’s head, lifting his arm up into the air, preparing for the Play of the Day! But Judge counters suddenly, lifting Sacred into the air as he raises his head, tossing Blackwell away! But the Sacred One lands on two feet! Having his left arm locked with Mental and bent into tight angles doesn’t do anything aid Blackwell’s cause, and Judge takes advantage of Andrew’s momentary lapse of concentration as he spins around, take Blackwell around the neck in a front face lock, nailing the Australian with a spinning neckbreaker! Stevens chuckles as he reports, ‘and to think, Blackwell escaped the ring before to heal his arm, but his plans have dashed by Hearford!’ ‘And a great way to do it too! A crisp swinging neckbreaker, as Judge sits on Blackwell’s left arm to pin him to the mat!’ Riley shouts in reply as Billy Chiota slides over. ONE! TWO! TTTTTSHOULDER UP! Turning his right shoulder away, Sacred breaks the count, but doesn’t break Judge’s hold of his other arm as he grinds it into the canvas with his knee, while he takes him by the wrist, twisting it every which way! ‘This is what he’s known best for,’ comments Mark, ‘ the ability to wear and opponent down and pick them apart with ease, it’s just second nature to the Judge, but he’ll always have to keep one eye over his-‘ Judge’s unique submission is cut short, as Kibagami takes a running start… SMACK! … Connecting with a soccer kick right to the fucking spine! ‘… Shoulder.’ ‘YEOWCH! Kibagami did Chiota’s work for him… and…’ ‘Oh god, don’t say it…’ ‘… With AUTHORITY!’ ‘Ugh. But you ARE right; Chiota will watch these submissions like a hawk, watching for any illegal holds. If this match has been tough for the competitors, spare a thought for young Billy Chiota, just out of high school and just looking to make a good start in the wrestling biz gosh darn it!’ ‘OOOH!’ The crowd gasps at the impact as it echoes the sound of boot on flesh and bone… Which the crowd obviously cheers wildly for! Judge groans and coughs, spitting on the canvas as his insides recover from the crushing kick from the former clannite. ...

You see, that's what makes it funny Frost, making myself look stupid. Lighten up and mock me, people.

Everyone knows that when you go Black, you'll never go back. Ok, that was just too easy, and extremely lame.

Is a new stats thread being posted after the problems with the boards?

Editing is mean...

I like King's idea!

Colour me excited, and King using his power is such a turn on. ...

I had a crazy idea for a cage match as well. There's a metal cage around the ring, with two men being locked in, and aren't allowed to leave at any stage. The win comes from either a pinfall or submission, and there is no interference.

As if man, i have no self-confidence at all. You realise now that I have to face Judge in a match to determine the most egoless person the SWF is. The winner will hold their hands up and claim the match was so good because of their opponent, and the loses will kiss the feet of the winner, prasing them as allah. Ok, now I'm just rambling.

Of course, Kibagami could care less as he drags Judge onto his feet by the hair, throwing him into the turnbuckles. In an uncharacteristic move, Kibagami climbs up onto the second tier, one hand holding Judge by the hair, while the other is clenched tightly together, pounding into the Judge’s skull! The fans chant in pure delight as each blow is delivered! ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ ‘THREE!’ ‘It’s so obvious that Nathaniel enjoys listening to the crowd chant his name, and who wouldn’t?!’ States Grand Slam. ‘His stranglehold on this match as been kept since the ring the of the bell, and now he has time to simply beat the living hell out of Hearford!’ ‘FOUR!’ ‘FIVE!’ ‘Judge has been busted open after all these blows to his head. If he’s not careful, his body will progressively weaken as this match rolls on…’ ‘That usually happens when you move around and get slammed for twenty minutes, Bobby.’ ‘… You know what I mean!’ ‘SIX!’ ‘SEVEN!’ Sacred, planting his left arm on the mat to steady himself and climb to his feet finds it hurts like all hell, and switches to his opposite arm. ‘EIGHT!’ The crowd’s raucous chanting awakens Blackwell back to reality as he looks up at Kibagami, punching a hole through Judge’s head as a cut appears. Deciding it would be better to be fleet a foot instead of grabbing Silent just yet, Sacred runs towards the ropes near his two opponents… ‘NINE!’ The Australian proves his superior agility as he hops onto the second rope, then the third, twisting his body around… ‘TE-‘ ‘This Aussie will change his style every minute of the match to suit the circumstances, but he is always fucking insane!’ … And striking Nathaniel Kibagami across the neck with a fly kick! The fans sigh in bitter disappointment as Blackwell’s leather shoes smack against Kibagami’s often-frail neck. ‘Always a sneak attack from behind… but the strategy works, no matter how cowardly it may seem…’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with coming from behind! Everyone does it Mark, it’s all apart of the game, just live with it!’ ‘… Oh god, I don’t even need a joke to follow that one.’ Landing back down to earth safely, Andrew safely lowers his head, lifting Kibagami onto his shoulders and taking a few steps back, glancing upwards slightly, watching Judge’s movements. Fortunately for Blackwell, Hearford is thinking exactly the same thing he is, and he stands up tall on the top rope, wobbling slightly after the blows he sustained, but keeping his balance, determined as he looks at Kibagami’s dazed face… Leaping forward, springing from the turnbuckles in an unorthodox move for the submission wrestler, he throws him arm out to the side… Striking Kibagami across the neck with a flying clothesline! WHAM! ‘Oh, no, no, no, NO! He did NOT just do that!’ ‘Oh he did baby! Blackwell and Hearford have the COHESION~!’ As he falls, Judge brings Nathaniel down with him in glory, or infamy in this case, dragging Silent down and slamming him down HARD onto the canvas! ‘Judge could have pulled away after he struck Kibagami…’ comments Stevens, pondering, ‘…but instead, he decides to be a real bitch and tear Nathaniel’s neck in two!’ In utter disbelief, Stevens looks on and cries, ‘Kibagami is a marked man right now, and it shows as Judge and Blackwell pull together to perform ANOTHER double-team move! God, watching Nathaniel crash to the mat was sickening, but this will be a welcome sign for you I suppose, Bobby…’ ‘OH YES! Kibagami has felt what it’s like to have a broken neck in the past, and I hope he does again. That may sound…’ Grand Slam helps Riley out. ‘Evil? Sadistic?’ ‘Yeah, sadistic sounds good, but he’s crossed the line. Blackwell and Hearford are doing a great job targeting his neck…’ This is something Stevens has to confront Riley on. ‘Great job?! GREAT JOB?! Kibagami has become so attuned to protecting his neck, that the only way Blackwell, Hearford or even Craven have successfully hit it is when Kibagami has his back turned!’ Before Stevens can launch into a fiery tirade, Judge Mental grabs both of Kibagami’s legs, flipping over the Silent One in a jackknife pinning predicament! ‘Now, even you have to admit, that THAT is smart, Mark. A simple thing like that may just score Hearford this second fall!’ Chiota counts the fall! ONE! TWO! TTTTTTTTTHHHTHHHKKKKKKKKICKOUT! A cheer rises up from the fans as silent pushes Hearford away, and the Judge curses himself, banging his hand on the mat. He has no time to find where he went wrong, because he gets to his feet, he spots Blackwell, on the top rope, flying off as Judge turns around! Unlike last time, Hearford meets this threat, and in spectacular fashion… OOMPF! Dropkicking Blackwell right in the sternum! ‘… And Judge pulls out a DROPKICK~! For the Pay Per View! It’s not often we see it hit with so much force, Blackwell as literally flown back to where he came!’ The Sacred One’s gasps for air are clearly audible to the crowd as they too cringe from the impact, but as Silent is in dream land, Judge decides this is the perfect time to capitalize, as he grabs Sacred’s left, and most susceptible arm, suddenly dropping to the mat as he scissors his legs around it tightly… … Along with Blackwell’s neck! Stevens shouts, ‘Blackwell cannot escape that arm injury for long, with constant harassment coming from both opponents, but Judge may finally crack Blackwell and force him to tap!’ Grabbing Blackwell’s wrist with both hands, Judge begins to torque Andrew’s arm backwards and forwards, twisting it at his will! Silent begins to stir only a few feet away, causing Judge to put his all into the hold, turning his body around to the side to strengthen the scissor hold around the arm! ‘It’s going to happen! If his legs scissor his arm any more, he’ll snap it at the elbow!’ Riley cries, secretly wanting to see that. Blackwell’s free arm lunges forward, his fingernails digging into the canvas as he desperately tries to crawl forward, but Judge is fiercely determined to never let him go! Although it may sound sweet, it’s extremely, extremely cruel. It seems Nathaniel Kibagami has other ideas however, as he finally manages to come to and climb to his feet, smacking his hand at the side of his neck, working through the pain to finally get some movement back. He suddenly stops as he sees what’s going on only a few paces away, and he pivots around instinctively, aiming to drop his knee through a ten-inch hold in Judge’s head! ‘It seems no man can apply a submission for very long before others come to crash the party!’ Shouts Riley. NO! As Kibagami is about to deliver his blow, Judge lets his strangle hold of Blackwell cease, opting instead to wisely roll backward and onto his feet to avoid contact! ‘And someone has finally picked up on that, Bobby, and I knew it would be Judge. Right now, his state of mind is much clearer than Silent or Sacred, with his eyes firmly on the prize, and the others fixated on something else entirely.’ ‘No way, Mark… ok, that can be said for Blackwell, but Kibagami’s sheer determination and aggression comes from his desire too be the best, like he knows he is.’ ‘And I believe that, Bobby, but he can’t let that take hold of him, or his career will pass him by in an instance…’ As he gets back onto his feet, Kibagami hobbles forward, clutching at his knee, which Judge exploits without thinking twice, hitting Kibs with some stomps to the knee joint, causing it to buckle and for Nathaniel to drop to one knee. Taking Kibagami by the same weakened leg, Judge lifts him into the air a short way, and brings him back down on his knee with a shin breaker! ‘Another great example of working a body part for a short while, just to regain the momentum,’ comments Grand Slam. ‘And Kibagami wouldn’t expect him to target the leg at all, while his neck keeps constantly aching him.’ The crowd senses trouble looming, and their fears are increased as Judge puts Kibagami in a front face lock, taking him by the belt line and raising him into the air with a vertical Suplex! The crowd rises once again as Judge is about to fall hit his signature corkscrew Suplex, but Blackwell interferes suddenly, diving across, lunging towards the back of Judge’s knee, taking it out with a chop block! The blow knocks Hearford’s legs back, dropping Kibagami as a result… ‘OOH!’ … BAM! NAILING a near spiked Brainbuster! ‘OOOH! Kibagami nearly landed straight on his bloody HEAD, Mark! That was an uncontrolled, near sheer drop Brainbuster, and it was all perpetrated by Blackwell’s sneak attack from behind! Maybe we’re severely underestimating his capabilities…?’ ‘He still has a long way to go to impress me Bob, but damn, that was a BRUTAL move! Now, finally, Kibagami is on the back foot…’ Hearford locks his legs around Nathaniel’s and pushes his weight onto his chest as Chiota does his patented slide~ across the mat! ONE! TWO! THHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROMGZNOWAYHEKICKEDOUT! ‘As does he always do it?!’ Riley asks in vain. ‘He was nearly finished, finito, adios, gone from this match, but the bastard won’t stay down!’ ‘His body is conditioned perfectly, Bobby, and he has shown time and time again that he’ll take his opponents will have to take him to the edge of oblivion before he will give up!’ With Kibagami’s brains suitable rattled, and the crowd deliriously happy, Blackwell climbs to his feet, as does Hearford, shaking his leg out after that sudden chop block. Blackwell is all over him like a bad rash, hitting him with some hard forearms in an attempt to further open the cut on William’s forehead. Andrew follows this with an Irish Whip, finding enough strength to picks Hearford up as he returns, spinning him around in the air! But the tilt-a-whirl attempt is countered as Judge lands back on his feet! Hoping to surprise Blackwell, Hearford grabs him by the arm and spins around him, hooking both arms underneath his Andrew and pulling him down to the mat with a backslide! ‘HE’S GONNA JOB TO A BACKSLIDE!’ Riley shouts, marking out terribly hard. ‘… Ahem, excuse me.’ ONE! TWO! TTTTHHHHHHHRNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ‘I tell you what, Bobby, his surprise nearly paid off big time, only narrowly missing getting the three on Blackwell!’ Blackwell continues to roll through the pin, not going down that easily, much to Hearford’s dismay. Sacred tries to come back with a boot to the stomach, but his leg is caught in Mental’s clutches! The former tag champion spins his foe around, catching him as he performs a full revolution, linking his arm underneath Blackwell’s left, literally clawing him in the face before placing his foot behind Blackwell’s leg and diving forward, nailing the Closing Arguments! ‘Will Blackwell fall to Judge’s Closing Arguments!?’ Riley shouts to no one in particular. Judge made show to use Blackwell’s left arm for a move, a true mark of an experienced ring general.’ ‘Survey says, Sacred better reach the god damn ropes before Judge has the chance to lock in another submission hold on that injured arm of his!’ Luckily, The Sacred One does not need instructions from Grand Slam to reach the ropes, as he quickly rolls away, both arms clutching onto the second rope as he finally has a chance to take a breath. Judge lets out a long sigh, putting the boots the Kibagami, before making the journey to lift Sacred to his feet, finding this such a menial and mentally tiring task to complete. Blackwell is raised to his feet, not by his own free will of course, as Judge rears back… CHOP! ‘WHOO!’ CHOP! ‘WHOO!’ ‘More chops from Mental, his favourite equalization and capitalization striking move, and despite losing blood steadily, wearing him down, his shops have even MORE force behind them now!’ Shouts Riley. Remembering the little things even at a time like this, Judge twists Blackwell’s arm around in a hammerlock before performing an Irish whip. As he returns, the Australian resorts to his speedy tactics once again, leaping into the air as he grabs hold of one of Judge’s arms, grabbing the other for a crucifix pin! ‘I knew he would make a mistake sooner or later, and here it is,’ remarks Mark, shaking his head. ‘Judge countered his cross body a little while ago, after successfully hitting it at the start of this match, and now he’ll do the same with here! It’s crazy to repeat the same move more than twice in a match like this!’ Blackwell feels his grasp beginning to slip, and Judge suddenly hoists him onto his shoulders! Hearford is about to slam Blackwell down, but he spots Kibagami out of the corner of his eye, back to his no-selling ways as he gingerly climbs back up. Turning around to meet Kibs, Judge suddenly throws Blackwell from his shoulders, and onto Kibagami! The result is not what Judge had planned however… Catching Blackwell across his shoulder, Silent steps forward, his eyes bulging and his body shaking as he… … Puts Blackwell back down…? ‘… Huh? He had Blackwell right where he wanted him, practically given to him with a bow attached from Mental, but he’s just going to… put him down?’ ‘I have no idea, Bobby… but… wait…’ The crowd is just as stunned, but Kibagami’s intentions are soon made known as Hearford is distracted, Nathaniel simply charges forward, lifting his leg as high as he can, throwing all his weight forward… BAAAAM! Smacking Judge across the cheekbone with a fucking stiff Yazuka Kick! ‘God…’ Riley is taken back by the impact. Either that or… ‘Kibagami is so cool! Even I enjoyed that one! He nearly knocked Judge’s teeth out with that Yazuka Kick!’ Hopping on his toes and shaking his neck from side to side, Kibagami looks down at his prey, and picks him up. Kibagami grabs Judge by his black hair and looks into his eyes… ‘You’ll be number two…’ … And from here, Kibagami shoves Hearford between his legs! ‘… Something tells me you won’t like this, Bob…’ Linking his arms together around William’s waist, Kibagami grunts as he attempts to hoist Hearford onto his shoulders for the end, the final curtain, and lights out… But his attempts are frustrated as Judge suddenly drops to one knee to block! ‘YES! Mental shows some life yet! He’ll hold fast, I just know he will Mark…’ ‘Yes, Bobby, and if you wish hard enough, it may just come true! … Idiot.’ Not in the mood to wait any longer, not willing to play around, Kibagami fires a brutal rising knee lift into Judge’s stomach, and attempts the move once again, his arms and veins bulging… But Hearford locks his hands around Kibagami and drops onto two knees! Though his voice is muffled in his awkward position, Judge Mental can clearly be heard… laughing, laughing as he tightens his grip to avoid Kibagami’s devastating finisher. ‘Kibagami has to see Judge isn’t done yet…’ Riley says. …This is the final straw. Kibagami suddenly rears back, and with out warning, unleashes hell upon the Mental Judge, his knee smashing against Hearford’s head! AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! ‘Holy shit…’ Stevens lets slip. ‘Hearford’s desperate counters have only stirred the beast, and now he’s being pummeled for his insolence…’ Kibagami has the crowd on the proverbial string as every blow he delivers to Judge makes the roar climb in amplitude, the fans crying for more, and Kibagami delivers, though not for their sake, but for his… ‘OOH!’ This time, the cry comes not from the fans, but from Judge Mental, who head is snapped back repeatedly by the power knee strikes. Finally, with Hearford literally out cold, Nathaniel lifts him up easily. The blood seeping from Hearford’s wound on his forehead can be seen smeared on Kibagami’s knee, illustrating the severity of his blows… ‘No fancy counter moves, arm drags, takedowns or submissions… but knee the guy in the head till he’s dead…’ Stevens remarks. With one powerful hoist, the Silent One lifts the Judge up, and onto his shoulders, as he did with Michael Craven, he takes a running start, and the fans, and commentators, hold their collective breath… Hearford is violently flung across the ring as Kibagami sits out, folding Judge Mental like an accordion, but he doesn’t spring back into place, instead, he stays in a ball, not moving a muscle… Taking a few deep breaths, Kibagami calmly hooks Judge by the leg as the fans literally scream for more! Chiota does his duty once again, making the count! ‘That HAS to be it! For Judge’s sake!’ Riley cries out. ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ ‘TTTTTHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYEEEEESSSSSS!’ He got him! The fans jump up as one as Kibagami lets go of Judge and rolls away, as Funyon can be heard announcing to the capacity crowd… ‘The second man eliminated in this bout by pin fall from Nathaniel Kibagami… WILLIAM HEARFORD!’ ‘And now we’re down to only two men in this epic, titanic struggle!’ Stevens shouts after Funyon. The crowd’s noise is unimaginable as Hearford is unceremoniously rolled out of the ring, leaving only Nathaniel Kibagami along with Andrew Blackwell, who owes Nathaniel a big thank you after putting him down safely. However, Kibagami only laughs, pointing to Blackwell’s left arm, and beginning to approach the Sacred One slowly, but methodically… ‘It’s becoming clear now…’ Stevens says. ‘Kibagami knows how weak that arm of Sacred’s is, and he thinks he can eliminate him as easy as the others…’ ‘Blackwell is no push over in contests like this though. He’ll take Silent to the limit, forget the pain and focus on the prize…’ Now only a foot away from Andrew, Kibagami fires a kick from his left leg. But Blackwell takes a step back to avoid the blow! Angered, Kibagami fires one from his right leg… Which is avoided as well! Letting fly with a flurry of furious kicks but missing each time, Kibagami finally corners Sacred in the turnbuckles, but as he aims a kick for Sacred’s breadbasket, the Australian places his hands on the top rope and splits his legs apart leaping over the blow! ‘That’s right Sacred! Don’t get drawn into his kind of fight!’ Riley yells to spur on his final hope in this match. ‘He’ll catch him eventually… just you wait…’ As Blackwell comes back down, his arm soon giving way, he bounces off of the second rope, flipping over the top of Silent, but not before catching him by the neck with his ankles and taking him to the mat with a reverse ankle scissors! Kibagami grunts as he rolls back to his feet, the twinge in his neck coming steadily worse, and Andrew can plainly see that, as he gives Nathaniel his own, confident grin, completely unreassuringly… But underneath his almost arrogant exterior, Blackwell’s mind and heart are racing a mile a minute, not sure how to approach such a dangerous man like Kibagami, mindful that his arm can’t take much more punishment. Kibagami forces him to make a decision as he lunges forward, synching down on Sacred’s shoulders with both arms, but Blackwell reverses this, knocking Kibagami’s arms away and whirling behind him with a waist lock from behind. From here, Blackwell pounds his forearm into the back of Silent’s neck, before reaching up and grabbing him in an inverted face lock! As Sacred begins to lean down, attempting a Dragon Sleeper, Kibagami reaches up himself, taking Sacred by the left arm that holds him in place with the Dragon Sleeper and spinning around him, pinning his arm and pushing it into his back, as he uses his free arm to grab Sacred around the waist! Blackwell’s reversal is as simple as reaching back and flipping Kibagami over his shoulder with a snapmare! Blackwell shunts forward with a knee strike to Nathaniel’s spine, before trying to place one leg through Kibagami’s arm, grabbing the opposite arm, trying to pivot himself around… ‘This is just counter for counter the whole way through, both men protecting their respective injuries…’ Stevens comments. ‘If they leave the door slightly ajar, the other will burst through and tear him apart. This match is hanging on the edge, and I feel it’s about to slowly topple over the edge…!’ ‘… What is with these weird analogies tonight…?’ Kibagami digs in and blocks the move with everything he has, shifting his weight onto his side and grabbing Sacred by the legs, rolling through and over Blackwell, taking both his arms in the process and tying them above Andrew’s head, trying to step through… ‘The Strangle Hold Gamma…!’ Stevens rattles off the name, but cannot continue as… That is countered as well! Blackwell rolls onto the back of his neck, kicking his legs up so he takes Kibagami around the neck in a vice like grip! Blackwell stands on the top of his head, spinning like a top and twisting Kibagami’s neck around! ‘Tiger head scissors!’ Riley calls out. The Silent One falls out to the side, grunting as both of his arms wrap around his neck, before he climbs back to his feet. Sacred knows this is his chance, and stalks Kibagami from behind, arms out to the side, ready to lock his prey in place… … In a Double Chickenwing! ‘NARCOSYNTHESIS! HE’S GOING TO LOCK IT IN!’ Riley jumps up from his seat, giddy like a little girl.. Sacred pushes forward, but Kibagami keeps moving forward, circling around the ring… Suddenly, Kibs throws all his weight forward, flipping Blackwell over his head and onto his back! ‘… But Kibagami counters it! AMAZING!’ Staying on his back, Kibagami shifts himself forward at a rapid pace, shuffling across the canvas like a crab, attempting to scissor his legs ALL the way around Blackwell’s left arm! ‘JUJI-GATAME! God, what a mouthful!’ Stevens manages to control himself long enough to blurt out, ‘if Kibagami locks his hold in, I’m afraid we’ll see Danny Williams run down the ramp and beat him to a pulp…’ Andrew struggles to free his arm; Kibagami is only seconds away from locking each of his ankles over completely… Each time Nathaniel tries to grab Sacred by the wrist to keep his arm still, Blackwell shakes his entire body violently, to the point where the entire ring begins to shake! Blackwell tries to shift his entire body weight out to the side, to roll into an easier position to counter… …And he does it! Now on all fours, albeit with Kibagami still attempting to scissor his left arm, but Blackwell is agonizingly close to the ropes, his fingertips nearly catch the strands in desperation… ‘This is just one big, long as chain wrestling maneuver…’ Riley comments. ‘But something has to give soon!’ Sensing that Blackwell is about to break free and blow the match wide open, Kibs frees his legs, keeping hold on Blackwell’s wrist as he kicks Blackwell in the side of the head! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each shot forces Blackwell away from the ropes, and knocks him senseless more importantly. Kibagami spins back to his feet, jerking Blackwell by the arm and raising him to his feet, whipping him into the opposite strands. As Sacred returns, Kibagami hooks his arm underneath Blackwell’s, trying to flip him over his shoulder with the Ippon Seionage! A quick thinking Blackwell stops Kibagami in his tracks with several elbow strikes to the head! Keeping hold on Nathaniel’s arm, Sacred spins around, moving into the front face lock position, and hooking his arm OVER the top of Kibagami’s! Unable to say any more at this point, the announcers simply scream, ‘CRUEL FATE!’ The crowd almost chant, ‘NOOOO!’ As Blackwell lifts his leg into the air… But Kibagami employs the tactics used so well on Judge, kneeing Sacred in the gut again, again and again! ‘Judge fell to Kibagami’s constant barrage, but will Sacred hold on long enough to…’ Feeling Sacred’s hold on him weaken considerably, Kibagami copies Judge’s counter, keeping his arm hooked with Blackwell’s as he spins around, reaching back and hooking both arms with a backslide! … But Kibagami doesn’t push forward, oh no… he lifts Sacred off from the mat, letting him dangle in mid-air… The fans call it at the same time as the announcers do… ‘ENCORE CROSS!’ ‘ENCORE CROSS!’ ‘ENCORE CROSS!’ Grand Slam’s eyes light up as Kibagami tries to lift Blackwell even higher, but the little Aussie Battler kicks his legs like a gold medal swimmer, arching his back as much as he can, pushing all of his weight down on top of Kibagami neck, seeing how long it can really hold out for… The crowd waits, drawing a single breath, and not daring take another until they see what happens next… Nathaniel Kibagami, after eliminating Michael Craven and William Hearford, is on the brink of destroying another, if only her can summon up some reserve energy, to lift Blackwell only a little bit higher… His eyes suddenly open, and he stops straining himself, deciding that now is the time, as he pushes himself up, supporting Blackwell’s weight… But, he feels his arms beginning to slip, and the twinge in his neck… it now spreads, and burns like wildfire… In one, swift movement… Blackwell counters… The Sacred One flips out of Kibagami’s grasp, landing back down on two feet! ‘HOW?! Bah, it doesn’t matter! He just DID! That’s all that matters!’ Riley shouts. ‘I can feel this match slipping from Kibagami’s grasp, his neck just can’t sustain this sort of punishment that’s he’s received tonight!’ The crowd are absolutely stunned, but realize things aren’t over just yet, as pain and misery is etched across Blackwell’s weary features, looking over at his left arm, hoping and praying that it holds out as he summons up one last effort… Unhooking his left arm, giving Kibagami little to work with, Blackwell begins the arduous and agonizing task of turning himself around to flank Kibagami and attack from behind… He plants his feet into the mat, as does Kibagami, but Sacred soon wins out. With one arm still hooked onto Kibagami, Blackwell hooks Nathaniel’s opposite arm with a double chickenwing… Mark sits on the edge of his seat. ‘He’s looking for the Narcosynthesis again, but Kibagami HAS to have expected this after Blackwell teased with it before…’ At the last moment, Sacred suddenly lets go of Kibagami’s arms instead; he ducks low and takes him around the ankles, flipping him onto his belly! ‘… What the HELL!? WHAT is he thinking?!’ ‘… I know what he’s thinking, he’s using the same tactic he used against Stryke on Lockdown…’ As Andrew grabs Kibagami by the leg, the Silent One frees his arms and moves onto all fours, arching his back as he attempts to lunge for the ropes. ‘And now Kibagami will leave his neck unprotected…’ Stevens predicts… But before is hand reaches for the oasis, the solution to his problems, Blackwell pushes his feet back down on Kibagami’s legs, trampling them into the mat as Kibagami is suddenly pushed down on his face! With Silent’s arm now free and his neck exposed, Blackwell leans forward and grabs them both, clutching hold on his wrists and slowly rocking back onto his knees with a Kabel Naria elevated surfboard hold! But Blackwell lets his right arm go free as he reaches forward and quickly hooks Silent’s neck… … Pulling it back in an inverted face lock! ‘DRAGON SLEEPER! A DRAGON SLEEPER FROM THE INVERTED SURFBOARD ARRRGHGHH!’ Riley gives up, hands gripping onto the desk as he watches the events unfold for himself. The crowd all shake their head in disbelief, their noise rising, the roar slowly picking up as they begin to chant! ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ Kibagami smiles, beginning to laugh as Blackwell tightens his hold, yanking back. Chiota slides in front of Kibagami, looking straight into his eyes… ‘… He’s beginning to flutter…’ But they soon begin to fade, as does the smile… ‘SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ ’SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…’ … And it appears on Blackwell’s face, as he feels Silent’s body slump forward. The referee looks at Kibagami, finally nodding his head as he yells to ringside… ‘Ring the bell! Ring the bell’ … DING! DING! DING! Andrew Blackwell lets Silent fall forward as he finally lets go, lying on his back in utter exhaustion, his arm about to give in from the pain itself, but he held on, and the final confirmation comes when Funyon cries… ‘The winner of this match and the… NEW! NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE INTERNCONTINENTAL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP… ‘THE SACRED ONE’, ANDREW BLAAAAAAAACKWWWWEEEELLLLLL!’ ‘I can’t believe it! Blackwell made Kibagami pass out in that devastating hold… I have NEVER seen him use that before. That was… simply amazing.’ ‘And you were right, Mark! Blackwell did the same as Kibagami as he did against Stryke, feigning with a leg submission, confusing the opponent, before capitalizing on that to lock on the hold at the neck! Just as you said, this was fucking AMAZING!’ The fans are absolutely livid as they chant… ‘BULLSHIT!’ ‘BULLSHIT!’ ‘BULLSHIT!’ This matter not to Blackwell now as the warriors men lie flat on their backs, staring up at the light from above, one finally succumbing to an old, painful memory translated into reality… The other, his dreams are well on their way to finally being realized one again… ‘Mak Francis will meet Andrew Blackwell some time down the road, but for now, each man will recover from their battle wounds and live to fight another day, but only one man can be victorious and tonight that was The Sacred One…’ Coughing and Spluttering, but deeply satisfied, Blackwell’s eyes slowly open as he gazed out at the audience, extending his arms, mouthing three simply words… ‘Join… the … Experiment…’

Uhm, Kibs... Judge was the one who restarted.

I'll stick with the Sacred Wrestling Alliance~! With my roster that's pretty damn good.

How about I give you all nothing but a hit over the head with a crowbar? Then the deprogramming begins... *shifty eyes*

You Rule. So Much.

I have nothing to add.

Damnit, read my promo, it's small, but it's something. Yay! Get to start writing tonight.