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*falls over, laughing maniacally* So tempting. But still. *cracks knuckles* Time to squash WC and Johnny, Aec! XD

A very nice show for all involved. There were quite a few promos, and promos are always good. Toxxic, surprisingly, defeats Dace to retain the ICTV title, which I wasn't actually expecting. Guess I'll have to put this upstart defeater of two thirds of the Trinity in his place sometime soon. After Aecas and I smite Johnny and Wildchild for the tag belts, that is. What with winning the tag contendership and all.

Number two and three I can understand, but I think you're just being a little dick about the first one. I'd assume that first one is so if he for some reason gets busted and they test him and his companions, no one shows up as drugged and they get in more shit. Or something. *shrug*

ICTV TITLE MATCH Toxxic vs Dace Night Special Guest Commentator: Aecas ~ Trinity pride compels us to back Dace. "The Notorious" John Duran vs "Coyote" Coy West vs Ann "Ichiban" Onita ~ Hmm. Terrence backs Coy, Janus wants Duran to win. TAG TEAM TITLE CONTENDERSHIP Janus and Aecas vs Mike Van Siclen and Insane Luchadore ~ Why, my side of course. CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH Alan Clark vs "The Superior One" Tom Flesher ~ Ex-leader of the defunct M7 to whup ex-Disney employee ass. Edward James vs Johnny Dangerous ~ We back the Johnny-D.

And I just sent in my match and a promo... *hits head on table* And called them LOCKDOWN stuff.....jesus christ, where's my brain at? *edits* *resends* THERE WE GO ARGH *hits head on table again*

Actually, you did ask me. Dark Bomb onto a ladder, baybee~

Die.

Stats updated, for the record. And tag? With Aecas? HOORAY!

Everyone's having far too much fun guessing or already knowing this, methinks. Eh, I'll bet on either Mak for another East Coast Legacy thing, or possibly Crow. Crow rules.

Happy birthday to the judgemental William Hearford! *badaboom, tssh*

SWF Intercontinental-Television Title #1 Contenders Match Mike Van Siclen v. Dace Night ~ Trinity pride, Dace to turn Mike into a soft pulp. Streetfight for the SWF United States Title "Coyote" Coy West © v. Alan Clark ~ Wile E. Coyotejiro to win. MXC HCG # 1 Contenders Match Edward James v. Aecas v. Syndicate Guest Commentators: Vic Romano and Kenny Blankenship Guest Ring Announcer: Captain Tenneal ~ Hey, Syndicate's back, but I back the Aec. Tornado Match for the SWF Tag Team Titles Wild & Dangerous © v. The House of Todd ~ W&D to show those young whippersnappers what tag team wrestling is all about. Tag Team Match Toxxic & Jimmy "The Demon" Liston v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher & "A Partner Of His Choosing" ~ The mink and his partner.

*celebrates breaking of losing streak by.....having the show off, cool!* Time to think up a promo or two, sez I!

Congrats to everyone who won. You might've beaten Grappler, Maddix, but always remember that Graps is > you. He's the champ after all. And holy freaking christ I actually won. Guess Mike must've no-showed. Yay for breaking that losing streak of mine!

OPENING PROMO: John Duran ~ Duran to complain about me. Again. And me to break his neck. SUBMISSION MATCH FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL-TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Toxxic vs. Insane Luchadore© ~ I'll back the Toxxic One on this. NO-DISQUALIFICATION SINGLES MATCH Terrence Bailey or Janus vs. Mike Van Siclen ~ No official prediction, but I'm 2330 words so far and enjoying every second. IN CONCERT: Alan Clark ~ The fans, when the whole locker room comes out to beat down Clark for his bad singing SINGLES MATCH Dace “F’N” Night vs. Sacred ~ Trinity pride or Aussie pride...hhhhrrrrm....I vote Sacred. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE #1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE SWF CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE Johnny Dangerous vs. Jimmy “The Demon” Liston ~ Johnny D-licious. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE SWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP “The Coyote” Coy West© vs. Alan Clark ~ Rove reh redneck! West, baby. MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH House of Todd (Todd Royal/Landon Maddix) vs. Charlie “Grappler” Matthews/Ann “Ichiban” Onita Special Guest Commentator: “The Notorious” John Duran ~ Grappling Ichibans. And then I'll come out and break Duran's neck. Again.

Well, this promises to be fun. You did good this time, Thugg. (Y)

Sensible outfits? *dresses Janus up in a fursuit* *gets lynched* This has been your completely off-topic post for the day.

When I first saw Coy I was all "the hell?". I was used to Ejiro, not this southern redneck. But after that hardcore match I wrote with him, and seeing what else he could do in matches, he started growing on me. He's unique. Luff him.

Time for some creepy-stylez promoing! Fufufufufufufu.....

Slow and steady wins the race, none of this crazy high flying high speed flip floppery. I'd have come too, but I was a bit busy hunting down Duran. I always like your after-show reports, Dub Cee. Especially when you have the time to do them with this much detail, with all the pre-show things and all. Good stuff

Behold my completely outclassed 6.5k match. At least I had fun writing the thing, I suppose that's what counts. *shrug* SWF FROM THE FIRE! NO-ESCAPE, HARDCORE CAGE MATCH "The Notorious" John Duran vs Terrence "Janus" Bailey ------- Utter silence. Pitch blackness. It's time we return to SWF From The Fire. In three. Two. One. "RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "She takes possession, she has control Next to you, I can touch the fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you, I can touch the fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you, I can touch the fire I see myself going up in flames, Next to you, I can touch the fire!" The sound of Icehouse's "Touch The Fire" nearly drowns out the rabid cheering of the fans as SWF From The Fire comes back on the air! The Staples Centre in Los Angeles is filled from ringside to rafters with screaming and cheering people, all eager to see this night of mayhem and hardcore madness continue. Panning over the decor of broken and flaming cars, buildings, and numerous other burning objects, the cameras beginning panning the fans. The usual simple signs are in attendance, from "Smark!" with the obligatory pointing arrows, and "I'm With Stupid" with an arrow pointing straight down. And then the camera pans across the many superstar related signs, such as one particularly tasteful piece of art with the Hville Thugg standing over Alan Clark, holding his severed head. Others include one of the mighty Charlie Matthews, standing tall with his two belts, and the message "Grappler Is Rule!" underneath. Other signs include fan favourites Aecas and Toxxic, set to occur later tonight, as well as one saying that Va'aiga has 'no chance in hell' of retaining his title. As the camera begins its usual pan down towards the announce table, it catches sight of the ring. A massive steel cage is sitting around the squared circle, with enough space to allow people outside to the floor. The door stands open, and inside the massive steel structure, weapons are haphazardly strewn about. Light tubes and steel chairs lay next to tables and rolls of barbed wire, and even more weapons show that the entire setup promises death and destruction. And finally, we're at the announce table, where Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley sit with the most solemn look ever on their faces. "Welcome back to SWF From The Fire, citizens and fans. Normally I'd be jumping out of my seat, but a horrible, horrible thing has happened tonight. Our beloved Commissioner has had one of his prized baseball bats STOLEN!" "Bahahaha! That's not a horrible event. What's horrible is what's coming up when Duran is trapped with a fucking lunatic in that cage!" Riley's solemn facade cracks almost instantly. "Do show some respect, Robert! While Citizen Bailey is going to unleash his righteous wrath upon Citizen Duran..." "It's a freaking BASEBALL BAT, Comet! No need to get worked up about it!" "I guess, my ambiguously gay friend. Anyway, we have a very violent match coming up, where Citizen Bailey finally gets his hands on Citizen Duran in a situation where he cannot flee!" "Those were strategic retreats, Comet! Duran has Bailey's insane number any day of the week!" As the two commentators argue over the virtue of Terrence being insane and whether Duran was really running away or strategically retreating, the camera pans over to Funyon. Everyone's favourite ring announcer rises from his chair and lifts his microphone. And his voice booms out over the arena. "The following contest is a NO ESCAPE CAGE MATCH, with HARDCORE rules! Everything you see in the ring, and all other weapons are completely legal! The only way to win is to pin your opponent to the mat, and there are NO submissions! Introducing first..." "NO! NO! NOTORIOUS!" As the sound of Duran Duran's "Notorious" fades away into Spineshank's "Synthetic", the stage curtain is pushed aside. Striding out from the back in a "Sin 2 Win" t-shirt, John Duran surveys the crowd with a sarcastic smile on his face. As he strolls down the ramp however, something reveals itself to the fans - he's got a baseball bat on his shoulder, a baseball bat wrapped in light tubes. "...from Champaign Illinois! Weighing two hundred and sixty eight pounds, and standing at six-foot-eight! Representing the Unnamed, he is the NOOOOOTORRRRIOUS JOHN DUUUUUUUURAN!" "...I think I see where Commissioner Stevens' bat went, Robert." "Duran is a genius! He gets one over on Stevens, and now he has an advantage over that big psycho!" As the Notorious One strides to the bottom of the ramp and inspects the cage, the referee on the outside - senior SWF referee Mark Hebner - motions for him to enter. Duran glares at the referee, but his gaze almost softens at the sight of all the weapons. Inside the cage and waiting is Sexton Hardcastle, and slowly, John enters and takes a few light practice swings with his newfound weapon. The crowd just rains jeers and boos down on the Notorious One as he smirks back and looks around at the weapons, sure of himself now. And then the lights go out. The heavy buzzing of an alarm fills the arena, as a single spotlight swings into view to center on the ramp. As the noise of the alarm continues, a word begins to fade into view on the Smarktron, bright red and glowing. "I stand firm in my solidarity The path I walk (the path I walk) I walk in with my own resolve..." Finally, with the sound of Killswitch Engage's "When Darkness Falls" building in the background, the word becomes fully visible. [sTATUS: RELEASED!] *BOOM!BOOM!BABABABABABABABABABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* Black and white pyrotechnics explode from the ramp as the familiar figure of the Anti-Heel Machine strides from behind the curtain and thrusts his arms into the air! "When darkness falls! (When darkness falls) We are reborn! A dream since the fall of man! We are reborn..." "And his opponent! Hailing from Sydney Australia, and representing the UNHOLY Trinity! At seven-foot-two and three hundred and sixty pounds... he is the Anti-Heel Machine... TERRRRRRRENCE 'JAAAAAANUS' BAAAAAAAILEEEEEEEEEY!" As the haze of black and white pyrotechnic delight drifts to the ground, people watch the giant shrug his great shoulders. Staring down towards the ring with eyes of dual green and red, the Anti-Heel Machine has a friend by his side. That friend is a black, barbed wire cricket bat, and as the big man begins to stalk towards the cage that contains John Duran, the Notorious One begins to look less sure of himself. "It looks like Citizen Bailey has brought his -own- Equalizer with him today, Robert." "Not only that, but he's clearly gone insane again! Look at his eyes!" "Well, Robert, that surely doesn't mean..." "Have you forgotten the street fight with Va'aiga?" Both announcers shudder at remembering the outcome of that match. His jaw set, his dual-coloured eyes locked onto Duran, the Anti-Heel Machine strides through the cage door and enters the ring, and referee Mark Hebner closes the door. He locks it with a key, before wrapping a padlock and chain around the doorframe for added safety, and locking that too. In the ring, the two big men stand amid the plethora of hardcore weaponry, their Equalizers clutched firmly in their hands. Between them, Sexton Hardcastle looks around nervously, sensing the palpable hatred in the air. The poor referee waves to the timekeeper, and then throws himself out of the way of the two men. *DING DING DING!* Terrence lifts the Equalizer in preparation to swing at his opponent, but the Notorious One is faster. Swinging the bat low and hard, Duran doubles his opponent over with a swing into the stomach of the Anti-Heel Machine! Glass shatters and the air is driven from the bigger man's lungs, and a strangled, pained sound comes from his throat as he drops the Equalizer. Looking at the bleeding stomach of the Australian, John simply smirks and lifts the bat high, slamming it down again into the spine of his massive foe! Terrence drops to his knees with another short cry, grimacing as blood begins to stream down his back. Lifting his head to glare at his opponent, all the Anti-Heel Machine sees is glass-fragmented wood slamming into his cheek as Duran makes another swing with the bat, cutting up the side of the monster's face and dropping him to the canvas! Diving onto the chest of his stunned and already bloodied opponent, the Notorious One hooks the leg for a pin attempt. ONE! ... .... .....KICKOUT!! "No! Duran would have had it right there!" Riley whines. "While he did manage to score an advantage over Citizen Bailey, Robert, our Australian friend is much tougher than he looks." "He's a nutjob, they always have freakishly high constitutions." Shaking his head and scowling, the Notorious One drags his seven foot foe up into a kneeling position. Once more picking up his baseball bat, Duran stares along his weapon at the Anti-Heel Machine, and takes another swing! But Terrence ducks his head, and as John spins a full revolution from the force of his swing, the giant slings his right arm up! The uppercut Knuckle Bomb slams into the Notorious One's jaw, jerking him upright and sending him stumbling back. Before Duran can recover, the Anti-Heel Machine reaches his full height once more, and swings a huge boot up to kick his opponent in the face! Duran falls to the canvas, losing his grip on his equalizing weapon, which goes rolling across the ring. Terrence looms over him, hammering a few heavy stomps into his ribcage. Dragging the stunned Notorious One upright, the bleeding monster whips him into the ropes and then hoists him up into the air before dropping down with a thunderous sitout powerbomb into one of the steel chairs in the ring! As John arches his back in pain, Terrence chooses not to make the pinfall and rises to his feet, looking around the ring. Choosing to not go for a weapon at this time, the seven footer lifts a hand up and signals for a chokeslam. "This match has barely started and the brutality has begun, Robert! Both men are suffering already!" "Duran isn't bleeding, Comet. Terrence is. There's a difference." Riley replies smugly. Comet looks ready to reply, but merely winces as Terrence clamps a hand around the Notorious One's hand for a chokeslam, but finds himself kicked in the groin! As he clutches his genitalia, John follows up with a hard knee to the giant's lacerated stomach, doubling him over once more. Underhooking both of his giant opponent's arms, the Notorious One falls back with a double arm DDT into the steel chair and rolls his opponent over again! ONE! ... .... ..... TWO!! ...KICKOUT!! "Citizen Duran seems to be a bit desperate here, don't you agree, Robert?" Comet says, looking at the frustrated look on the face of the Notorious One. "He just wants to be done with it and get out of there, Comet." "I think he's scared of his opponent, my dear Citizen Riley." Riley bites back a retort as he watches Duran rise to his feet, clearly annoyed that he hasn't been able to get the quick pin on his opponent. Glancing around the ring at the various hardcore items, his eyes fall on a table propped in one corner. Dragging his stunned foe upright once more, the Notorious One whips his lumbering opponent towards the turnbuckle, and Terrence turns to hit the table back first. The impact isn't hard enough to break the table, but as the Notorious One steams in for a spear, it seems there's some further pain due...but not for the Anti-Heel Machine as he twists his body out of the way, causing Duran to crash face first THROUGH the table! The crowd gasps and cheers for this little moment, as Duran slumps against the turnbuckle with a surprised and pained expression. As he reels back with blood starting to run down his face, he feels a great set of hands grabbing his t-shirt and literally tearing it off his back! The Anti-Heel Machine throws the clothing away, and as the stunned Notorious One turns around, the giant slams a hard boot into his stomach and hooks his head! Lifting John off the ground and almost letting him float in the air, Terrence slams his oppponent face first into the mat with the implant DDT known as the Everdream! The crowd begins chanting for the seven footer as he glances around the ring once more. The Anti-Heel Machine steps away from the Notorious One and scoops up the Equalizer into his gloved hands, but as he turns around he sees a rising Duran staring in shock at the weapon. John promptly rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, causing the fans to begin chanting at him once more. "DU-RAN'S A PUS-SY!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* "DU-RAN'S A PUS-SY!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* "DU-RAN'S A PUS-SY!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* As Terrence begins a walk towards the ropes and steps over them, Duran promptly leaps onto the apron and yanks on the top rope! Upsetting the seven foot Australian's balance, the Notorious One smiles at the boos as Terrence finds his crotch painfully meeting the top rope. Toppling over and onto the floor, the Anti-Heel Machine clutches his maligned genitals as Duran reaches into the ring and just manages to wrap his hand around the handle of his baseball bat. He stalks quickly towards the Anti-Heel Machine, who pulls himself up only to take a hard knee to the jaw. Grabbing a handful of black and white hair, the Notorious One drags Terrence upright and shoves him back into the cage. As Terrence shakes his head and tries to get his bearings, Duran nails him square in the chest with the baseball bat! The fragmented glass embedded in the weapon carves bloody marks into the giant's chest, and Duran swings again, slamming the Anti-Heel Machine back into the cage once more. As he begins turn this into a rhythm, Terrence's chest begins to look like it's been run through a meat grinder. Finally, he steps back and lifts the bat up and takes a home run swing at the behemoth's face! "FUCK YOU, PSYCHO!" he screams. The bat stops dead however, as a huge hand wraps around it! Blood begins to stream instantly from the hand of the Anti-Heel Machine, who opens his eyes and stares straight through the Notorious One. Duran's stomach sinks as he realises who he's staring at, as the seven footer takes hold of the bat with both hands. He pulls it from Duran's grip, and bulging muscles tense....and with a loud *CRACK*, the baseball bat snaps, leaving the giant holding fragmented halves. "No...fuck YOU." Janus hisses. "....I think Citizen Duran's violent attempts to end this match early have just been curtailed, Robert." Comet murmurs. "...I think I agree, oh spandexed one." "In his attempts to try and brutally maim Citizen Bailey and get out of this match early, it seems Citizen Duran has... woken up... Citizen Janus." Comet fills the crowd in on this not so pleasant revelation. Inside the cage, the look on John Duran's face is horrified. At a lurching run, the Notorious One bolts around the ring, looking for a weapon. Slowly, the Hell Machine reaches down to pick up the Equalizer that had fallen by his side. With all the patience and ominous slowness that marks his sadistic personality, Janus begins to walk around the ring with the Equalizer in hand. Searching the area outside the ring, the Notorious One finally rolls back under the bottom rope with a pair of light tubes. Clearly savouring some sort of dark pleasure, the Hell Machine takes his time in climbing up onto the apron and stepping over the top rope, but as his feet hit the ground the desperate Duran strikes! Swinging a single lighttube at the giant's head, the Notorious One finds his wrist clamped in the giant's indomitable grip. Reacting instantly as the pain shoots through his arm, Duran kicks his opponent square in the stomach, and Janus shudders in pain as the blow strikes lacerated flesh. But rather than double over, the Hell Machine stays standing on two feet, increasing his pressure on the wrist of John Duran. Dropping to one knee and crying out in pain, the Unnamed member does the first thing that comes to mind... ...and slams his second light tube up into the balls of Janus! The tube shatters, and the giant almost seems to freeze on the spot, releasing his opponent's wrist. The Equalizer, lifted above his head in preparation to strike down at Duran, falls from his hand as he stumbles back. Clutching his punished area with one hand as his other arm finds the ropes, Janus slumps against them. The look of painful death on his face tells Duran that when the big man can move again, the Notorious One is in trouble. "Citizen Duran goes low and painfully so, to escape the clutches of the Hell Machine!" Comet calls. "I think he better get out of that cage, right here and right now, Comet." "He can't, the only way out is up, Robert. And he can only win by pinning his opponent..." Clearly Duran is thinking something similar, as he glances towards the door of the cage, and then at the tall steel structure around them. As he does so, the Hell Machine launches himself off the ropes, but the Notorious One spots it coming! Quickly ducking, Duran nails a shoulderblock into the lacerated stomach of the giant, causing him to stagger back once more. Rather than stop to pick up weapons, the Notorious One goes on the attack, lunging at his larger opponent and hammering body shots into the giant's completely bloodied torso. An attempt to straighten and fire back is stopped by a poke to the eyes, and Duran runs for the ropes. As he comes back, he launches himself into the air, slamming a high knee into Janus' chest. The big man teeters on the ropes, just about ready to fall over... ...but the ropes support him, and the giant tilts back into a standing position and lunges forward! The Notorious One scoops his opponent up and brings him down again with a quick and dirty powerslam in response, hooking the leg for a pinfall attempt! ONE! ... .... ..... TWO!! ... ....KICKOUT!! "Despite all the brutal punishment Citizen Bai... err... Citizen Janus... has received in this so-far short match, he refuses to stay down!" "No psychopath stays down, Comet! Haven't you seen the movies? Duran's gonna have to break his neck or something!" "Let's hope it never goes that far, Robert..." Duran growls his frustration out at the wide-eyed Sexton Hardcastle, before proceeding to stomp a hole in the center of his opponent's chest. Rolling over onto his stomach does the Hell Machine little better, as John simply tranfers his stomps to the giant's lacerated back. His own face bloodstained, the Notorious One scans the ring and with a smile, spots the big man's own Equalizer. Striding over to pick up the weapon, Duran turns around to find a bloody Australian slowly pushing himself to his feet, and with a battle cry charges at the big man's back with the Equalizer raised! Janus however will have none of it, spinning on the spot and throwing his arm out in a beautiful rolling lariat that slams into Duran's forehead! Stumbling but still holding the Equalizer, the Notorious One tries to recover, but is pulled forward once more into a stunning headbutt! Now with his brain well and truely scrambled, John finds himself lifted into the air in a massive gorilla press, kicking his legs weakly while Janus takes a short jog across the ring... and THROWS DURAN FROM THE RING STRAIGHT INTO THE WALL OF THE CAGE! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "The sheer POWER of Citizen Janus is truely a frightening thing to behold, Robert! The entire cage shuddered from that!" Comet calls with awe. "I think it's more the fact he's soaked in blood and he has that grin on his face, Comet." Riley says shakily. "Maybe Citizen Duran SHOULD run away if he can..." "I'm... positive... he'll find a way to beat him, Comet." Riley however does not sound too convinced, especially since the fact the Hell Machine has a grin a mile wide plastered across his face. Scanning the ring once more, the giant strides over to one of the corners, and picks up a roll of barbed wire. As John Duran grimaces on the outside and begins to use the cage to drag himself up, the seven foot monster holds the roll of barbed wire up to a pop from the crowd, before sliding out of the ring. Wrapping the spiky steel wire around his wrist and right hand, the Hell Machine advances on the rising, aching form of John Duran. Seeing the monster out of the corner of his eye, the Notorious One waits. As the big man launches a huge barbed-wire Knuckle Bomb, Duran drops flat, and the entire cage shudders again as the giant's fist plows directly into it! Snarling, the Hell Machine stumbles back and begins pulling the barbed wire off his arm, cutting himself up further. He throws the bloody barbed wire to the side and attempts to rub feeling back into his hand. And it's at this moment Duran rises like a demon from the depths, swinging the Equalizer with all his might! *KA-RAAAAAAAAAAACK!* The Hell Machine looks like he's seeing stars as the Equalizer collides with the side of his head, sending him stumbling to the side. Blinking hazily and shaking his head, Janus attempts to stay upright as his world twists and wobbles around him. Rather than risk another swing with the weapon that could be blocked, John Duran drops the Equalizer and throws himself forward! The running forearm nails the bigger man in the jaw, dropping his stunned arse into a sitting position on the mat outside the ring. Dragging his stunned opponent by the arm, the Notorious One props Janus up against the steel steps and moves back to get a running start. As he charges forward with a running knee however, the eyes of the Hell Machine widen, and the big man slumps ot the side! Duran's knee collides full on with the steps, and with a loud cry of pain the Notorious One collapses to the ground, clutching said knee. Next to Duran, his Australian opponent slumps, shaking his head weakly and crawling towards the cage wall as aid to get back up. As the camera gets a good look at the bloodied face of the big man, something happens. The dark smile, the sadistic ignorance of pain, it's gone. It's simply an expression of stunned shock. "...Comet...?" "Yes, Robert?" "I think... Duran knocked some sense... into the big idiot." "It... kind of looks that way, doesn't it?" Shaking his head firmly and trying not to fall over again, the Anti-Heel Machine leans against the cage, blinking rapidly. Pain radiates through every inch of Terrence's body, and he feels acutely aware that the only uninjured part of him was his legs. Looking at his bloody hands, touching his bloody face with ginger fingers, the Anti-Heel Machine knows inside who's been having fun. And while Terrence Bailey tries to reconcile just which part of him is in control, John Duran is on the move. Unknowing and quite possibly uncaring of the big man's personality shift, the Notorious One grabs the Equalizer. He carefully rises and stumbles away from the seemingly unnoticing big man, using the apron as support. And the chants of the crowd finally penetrate the hazes of the two men. "TERRENCE AND JANUS!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* "DU-RAN'S A PUS-SY!" *stomp-stomp stomp-stomp-stomp* "TERRENCE AND JANUS!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* "DU-RAN'S A PUS-SY!" *stomp-stomp stomp-stomp-stomp* "Comet, are they cheering both of that big freak's personalities on?" "Seems like it, Robert. I can't say I condone it..." "Terrence doesn't look like he can comprehend what they're saying!" "Neither does John Duran, Robert. Look, he's at the door to the cage." Duran slams a fist on the door to the cage and yells for Mark Hebner to unlock it. The referee solemnly shakes his head and tells the Notorious One that he knows the rules. Clearly frustrated, John slams his fist on the door again and steps away, then gives it a hard kick. But the lock and chain hold, and all the move does is shake the cage a little. Finally admitting he can't open the door, Duran turns his attention to the cage and carefully puts his hands on it. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the Anti-Heel Machine moving towards him at a slow, pained stagger. And he begins to climb up, hoping to get out of the reach of his dual-eyed, dual-personalitied opponent. He feels the cage shake a few moments later, and half-way up he looks down to see his bloodied opponent scaling up as well! Although faster than Terrence, he doesn't have the seven footer's long reach, and with a slow inevitability the giant gains ground. Three-quarters of the way up the cage, the Anti-Heel Machine and the Notorious One are side by side, and both stop their movement. Clinging precariously, Duran holds onto the cage with one hand and swings his other out in a punch that catches Terrence in the shoulder. The bigger man slips and falls a bit, but locks onto the cage and pulls himself up again. And as the Notorious One swings his body out from the cage in position for another punch...the Anti-Heel Machine's hand shoots out and locks over his throat! John's eyes bulge as both he and Terrence precariously balance their bodies against the cage, a hand and foot of the Anti-Heel Machine the only thing stopping a nasty fall. Suspending Duran out in open space, the giant turns his dual-coloured eyes to the crowd, and then into those of the struggling Notorious One. And then, time seems to slow as the big man releases the cage and tilts forward, throwing himself and Duran down... down... down... "Comet... Jesus Christ..." "... I have no words, Robert." ...AND INTO THE THIN OUTSIDE MATTING WITH A MASSIVE SUPER CHOKESLAM! The crowd rises on its feet in stunned shock, cheering wildly for the insane move. Sexton Hardcastle nervously slithers out of the ring, finding the Notorious One and the Anti-Heel Machine sprawled on the matting. Both twitch and move only a little, but the referee spots the Australian's arm slumped over the body of his foe, and drops down to check the shoulders for a count! ONE! ... .... ..... TWO!! ... .... ..... THREEEEEEEEE....AND ON INSTINCT, DURAN MANAGES TO LIFT HIS SHOULDER A FRACTION OFF THE MATTING! "Citizen Duran kicks out! Perhaps he actually wants to win this insane match, Robert!" Comet calls in surprise. "No! It had to be instinct! There would have been no more punishment if he hadn't done that!" Riley shrieks. Signalling two to the alternately booing (those that want the match over) and cheering (those that want the Notorious One to suffer) fans, Hardcastle backs away from the two bodies. Duran grimaces and rolls into his stomach, agony radiating from every point on his back as he writhes in pain, dragging his body towards the cage and beginning to use it as a support. The Anti-Heel Machine attempts to slowly, surely push himself up by his arms, but the bloodied Australian slumps back to the mat with a wheeze, seemingly completely spent. Looking around hazily, the Notorious One spots his opponent on the matting and the arm he'd rolled away from, some part of his mind telling him he'd kicked out. Part of him is happy that he hasn't lost yet, but the other part tells him he's a fool for continuing in the environment of a madman. Aching, knowing he nor his opponent can withstand this sort of punishment much longer, the Notorious One watches Terrence once more begin to slowly, surely try to lift himself up. Lifting his arms and moving behind his opponent, John waits patiently as the big man takes several minutes to find his bearings and lift himself to his knees. As he begins to stand however, the Notorious One strikes, hooking in a full nelson and heaving with all his strength, slamming the Anti-Heel Machine down with a full-nelson drop! But that's not all, as he drops back to the matting, keeping the full nelson locked in and scissoring the giant's waist! "BREAK POINT! BREAK POINT! If Duran can make that big lunatic pass out or tap out here, the match is all over!" Riley calls excitedly. "One problem, Robert! The match has a pinfall-only win stipulation! Duran CANNOT make his opponent tap out or faint to get the win!" "That may be so, but if he passes out..." Riley sounds almost excited enough to cream his pants. "Easy pinfall." Comet concludes. As pain surges through his neck and body, Terrence Bailey's eyes roll back in his head, as the Anti-Heel Machine begins to pass out. Blood-soaked and battle weary, the seven footer knows he could just pass out here, get pinned, and lose the match. And then he could recover from all the punishment his body has taken. But even as consciousness begins to slip away... ...and the sadistic wrath of Janus takes over once more, determined to teach John Duran a lesson! Eyes shooting open again, the Hell Machine lets out a wordless roar and SITS UP in the Break Point! Keeping the deadly submission locked in out of desperation, the Notorious One feels Janus begin to rise to his feet, and feels a rush of hope as the Hell Machine falters and drops to his knees! John realises the hold is still exerting enough punishment to push the big man towards unconsciousness... at least until Janus throws himself back, crushing Duran between himself and the cage! When one slam doesn't do it, the Hell Machine leans forward and throws himself back again, grinding and crushing John Duran between bloodied flesh and steel. As the Notorious One releases the hold and slumps agaomst the cage with a pained look in his eyes, Janus stumbles forward and has to lean on the apron to get his bearings. The giant is beginning to feel lightheaded, though whether from adrenaline or blood loss is hard to tell. Pulling himself up onto the apron and over the top rope, the big man stumbles into the ring again. The crowd cheers him on from all sides, revitalising the cold-hearted, psychotic half of Terrence Bailey as if he were their hero. "This... is troubling me, Robert." "The fact they're cheering the psychopath again?" "Exactly. Such sadistic violence is not heroic, it's downright villainous..." As Janus leans on the opposite ropes, the Notorious One makes a cautious reappearance, slowly sliding under the bottom rope. Hoping to catch his opponent while he's distracted, John Duran steps quietly across the ring - until his foot lands with a *clank* on a steel chair. The Hell Machine stiffens and begins to turn around as the Notorious One charges forward! But the Unnamed team member runs right into a stiff boot to the stomach, and Janus cinches in a front facelock and turns away from the ropes! As he hoists John Duran into the air in a massive vertical suplex, the crowd goes almost deadly quiet as they recognise the move known as the Rage Unleashed. "It's time for the Rage Unleash..." Comet begins to say. But with a desperate kicking of his legs, the Notorious One finds a way out of the situation he's in by offsetting the bloodied giant's balance! Slipping out of blood-slicked hands and landing with a grimace behind Janus, Duran scoops the Hell Machine up in a torture rack! "No! It's Blunt Force Trauma time!" Riley counters. As the Notorious One prepares to deliver the Blunt Force Trauma however, his back sends ripples of pain through him and he stumbles to the side, dropping Janus onto his feet. The Hell Machine grits his teeth and swings around, slamming a hard boot into his opponent's stomach. As Duran doubles over and scrabbles at the ground, the giant shoves him into a standing headscissors and slashes both hands across his throat in a very familiar signal! "He's calling for the Dark Bomb!" Comet cries. "No! Duran! Get out of it!" Riley squeaks. As the Hell Machine drags John Duran off his feet and up into the air for the massive powerbomb, the Notorious One reveals the steel chair he's dragged with him, and slams it down into the seven footer's skull! Landing on his feet as the giant releaseshim, John drops the chair slams his own boot into the big man's stomach! Almost mirroring the giant, he pulls Janus into a standing headscissors and throws his arms out to his sits, calling for the Ultimate Sin! "Duran's had enough! Time for the Ultimate Sin on the chair!" Riley calls. "So has Janus it seems! Look!" Comet responds shakily. As Duran holds his arms out in the signal for the Ultimate Sin, his opponent moves. The giant begins to straighten up, hooking his opponent by an arm and leg, pulling him up into a fireman's carry position. Rather than begin spinning around for the Thoughts In Chaos however, the battered and bloodstained Australian simply drops to the side. The crowd winces at the painful looking angle that John Duran's head hits the mat at, and the Notorious One goes limp as he falls to the ground. "What was... that? Riley queries. "Citizen Bailey called it the Relapse... a deliberate, incorrectly executed death valley driver..." "I... guess... Janus got sick of the match..." As the giant sits on the ground, however, something occurs to the two announcers. The way he looks once more stunned. The semi-horrified look as he turns John Duran over and sprawls across him in a pinfall attempt. It hadn't been the dreaded, psychotic, punishment-loving Hell Machine that had delivered that finishing blow... ...it had been Terrence. ONE! ... .... ..... TWO!! ... .... ..... THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! As John Duran shifts and groans on the mat, showing signs that he's still alive and wasn't killed by the move, the crowd bursts out in cheers! Terrence Bailey rises to a kneeling position, staring out through the cage bars at the cheering people. As the sound of Killswitch Engage's "When Darkness Falls" roars out over the arena, Funyon once more rises to his feet. "The WINNER of this bout, by PINFALL.... the ANTIIIII HEEEEEEEEL MAAAAACHINE..... TERRRRRRENCE 'JAAAAAANUS' BAAAAAAILEEEEEEEEEY!" "When darkness falls! (When darkness falls) We are reborn! A dream since the fall of man! We are reborn..." Rising shakily to his feet, the Anti-Heel Machine doesn't have to wait for the cage to be opened. The moment the three had been counted, the mechanism that lifted the cage was already operating. This allowed the EMTs with their stretchers and medical equipment to come right up to the ring, where they rolled in and checked on the fallen Duran. As they shifted the Notorious One carefully to a stretcher and wrapped a brace around his neck to protect against possible injury, the two commentators looked on. "Citizens Bailey and Duran gave it their all to see that this match was violent, Robert." "I think... John pushed too hard, and his opponent, well..." "Let's just hope that move didn't permanently injure something, Robert..." "Agreed, Comet..." "TERRENCE!" *stomp-stomp!* "JANUS!" *stomp-stomp!* "TERRENCE!" *stomp-stomp!* "JANUS!" *stomp-stomp!* As the sound of Killswitch Engage slowly begins to fade out, it's overwhelmed by the sound of the fans. Stomping their feet in unison and calling the Anti-Heel and Hell Machine's names, they thank him for the punishment he dealt out upon John Duran. Terrence merely smiles weakly and lifts an arm to acknowledge their cheers as the EMTs help the blood-soaked giant out of the ring. As he stumbles up the ramp with their aid, he turns his head left and right to look at the cheering fans. The ones on his left see the calm smiling face of Terrence Bailey. The ones on his right see the toothy, sadistic grin of Janus. And when he turns his head forward again, it's an odd mix... a calm, yet sadistic smile. As the giant and his supporting EMTs disappear backstage in the wake of John Duran's stretcher, the cameras pan back down towards the announce table. Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley look at each other for several long moments, before finally speaking again. "And in the wake of that carnage, we move on to something just as bloody, but most likely not quite as disturbing!" Comet shills. "We get to see that newcomer Toxxic ripped limb from limb in a 200 Lighttubes match with the last nutjob's almost-as-nutty friend Aecas!" "Now now, Robert, Toxxic DOES have a chance you know..." "Yeah, right..." The camera pans to the blood-stained ring and the weapons around it, weapons that are already being cleared away by ringside personnel as the cameras fade to commercial. A commercial featuring none other than Unholy Trinity leader Dace Night and his RYOBI Weedwhacker...

MAIN EVENT TWO STRAIGHT FALLS MATCH, WORLD TITLE Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs Va'aiga ~ GRA-PULL-ER! GRA-PULL-ER! Dace Night vs ??? ~ I'll back my Trinity stablemate unless I figure out who ??? Man is~ GRUDGE MATCH STREET FIGHT HVille Thugg vs Alan Clark ~ HVT. Clark's a good writer sometimes, but I have this indescrible urge to see Thugg tear him apart. HARDCORE TITLE 200 LIGHT TUBES MATCH Aecas vs Toxxic ~ Toxxic is a great up and comer, but Aecas RULES in the Hardcore environment. Aecas. CAGE MATCH John Duran vs Janus ~ No prediction, but someone call the stretchers! STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH Ann "Ichiban" Onita vs Jamie "Jay Dawg" Drazon ~ Tough call, but I'll go with ICHIBAN. Because Annie calls me Princess. USJL TITLE MATCH Sacred vs "Coyote" Coy West ~ The Sacred One. Because Muzz... is Muzz. TAG TEAM TITLES Wild and Dangerous vs The House of Todd ~ I think I'll back the House of Todd. Landon and Todd = scarily good. ICTV TITLE MATCH Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs Insane Luchador ~ The Luchawore, because I think Graps will focus on the World Title.

Well, the only way out is to climb the cage, and I'm sure Duran will be trying it a few times. You got that from Crow. He's the only other guy in the chat who has the song, and you make me very happy by choosing it. It's an Australian song. Buahahaha.

Actually, they're still holding an internal debate over which personality gets to be the dominant one. Then again, it seems everyone abhors calling him by his full name, so yeah, maybe I'll just pick out the Janus personality. :D Predictions Now! Singles Match Toxxic v. Jimmy "The Demon" Liston ~ Toxxic gets my vote as long as he marks for me. Hardcore Match Dace Night v. "Coyote" Coy West ~ Trinity pride! Coyjiro's good, but Dace is probably going to nonchantly run him through a proverbial meat grinder and just pin the remains. (Y) SWF Legends Match (non-title) Sacred v. Jay Dawg ~ "Now I look around and all of this is so declined..." *ahem* Sacred. Hail Muzz. Singles Match for the SWF Cruiserweight Title WildChild © v. Alan Clark ~ Dub Cee. No competition there. Tag Team Match Janus & Charlie "The Grappler" Matthews v. The Unnamed (John "Notorious One" Duran and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix) ~ No serious prediction, but between us, Grap and I should be producingz teh ownage. Fatal Four Way Match for the #1 Contender to the SWF Intercontinental-Television Championship Ann "Ichiban" Onita v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. Mike Van Siclen v. Insane Luchador ~ I-CHI-BAN! Cause, she like, rules and stuff.

*obligatory spelling nazi correction* "Pronounce"