VIOLENCE XXII RESULTS Nov. 16th 2012

[Mercedes Monroe]

Revival opens up with the cameras inside of a very nice office of Revival’s new General Manager, Mercedes Monroe. She looks to be in the process of picking out something to hang on a spot open on the wall. She holds up a yellow hued Four Dancers by Degas painting and then Starry Night over the Rhone by Van Gogh. From the door sneaks in Bob Pooler.

Monroe: Hmm. Degas or Van Gogh?

Pooler: I would say the tutu girls there, Princess.

She jumps softly not expecting him..

Monroe: Dont you knock?

Pooler: Not usually.

She sets down the painting and then grabs up the Van Gogh instead and puts it on the wall. Bob smirks at her as she turns around and wets her lips before taking a seat in her leather chair.

Pooler drops something against her desk and leans over on his hands staring at her. Between them both is a brown box with “Mercedes Mystery box”.

Pooler: As you requested. You know, Mercedes, this tournament was a great idea.

Monroe: Well, I only aim to do what Rian Valiant couldn’t: keep order, and give Revival some dignity after what Hessingstock pulled. Such pointless shenanigans all across the board. Speaking of, Holli Would..and The British Bomber and well, YOU? What was all that about last week?

Pooler: Hey, I just came in to give you the box, not talk about what I do with miniPooler, babes. Its nothing that I can’t handle myself. Just a little misunderstanding.

Monroe notes him being uncomfortable with talking about it and she smiles politely, but only half genuine.

Monroe: Well then..I guess you are finished in here then. Thank you for bringing it to me.

She has a little peek into the box and grins.

Monroe: Oh. Revival will enjoy the contents of my mystery box on Violence 23!

The camera closes in on Monroe’s pretty face before it fades out and Revival’s lights open on the crowded Union Center in Chicago and the two familiar voices que up.

Mayhem: A Mystery Box from the GM. I am almost excited about that. But, Everyone, Welcome to Revival’s Violence number 22!

Trinks: I wouldn’t mind checking out the new Gm’s box.

Mayhem: Oh gosh. Here he goes already. Tonight’s show should be called “The Tournament of Violence” because last week, Monroe set up the tournament for the World Title in the absence of Kerry Windsor, who vacated the Title.

Trinks: Right you are Mags. The matches tonight are one step closer to the gold. I am looking forward to seeing Alyx take on Larissa tonight. Girl on girl is always a crowd pleaser!

Mayhem: Ugh. There are many others here tonight. The Legacy Champion will be here. Blaize after that brutal cage match last week with LaRoux, The other Larue taking on Adams.

Trinks: Don’t forget the metal heart in action against one of the rookies that has really been making waves in Revival, Victor Bravis. I see him going to the top quickly here in Revival.

Mayhem: I agree Richie. Revival has gotten a bunch of new talent signed and some of them are beyond promising. But I am getting word in my ear that we have something developing in the parking lot. Let’s take you outside.

The show cuts to the parking lot where former Revival World Champion and now one of the most hated men on the roster, Ben Hanson has finally arrived for his appearance on tonight’s show. He’s dressed casually at the moment, black jeans and a parka jacket to protect him from the cold. The people he passes stare at him out of the corner of their eyes as he walks by. Crew members, fans, even the occasional roster member until finally someone confronts him. His hair was messy, and and his clothes were very bland, a black flannel jacket over a white t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans ripped up a bit, along with a pair of black boots. Jimmy had a smile on his face, chewing a piece of gum rapidly. He nods his head in a greeting motion at Ben Hanson, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Jimmy Page: Hi, um, I'm sorry for stopping you. I just wanted to say, I'm a HUGE...huge fan of yours Mr. Hanson. Oh uh, sorry I'm Jimmy Page, I'm new here. It's just, people are giving you a weird look and not talking to you so I wanted go against the trend y'know?

Ben Hanson: Nice to finally meet you in person, Jimmy.

Jimmy Page: I have to say you're a very great wrestler. A former champion, a superstar in this company. *sigh* I mean, you're a real model for everyone in this company. I mean you're a hard working guy...and you prove it each night you step into that ring. I mean I wish I could wear your shoes for the day to know what it feels like to be you.

Ben Hanson: I've always tried my hardest; success is ninety-nine percent determination after all. Keep working hard, plugging away at it and good things sh--

Jimmy Page: That was until you, y'know, showed your true colors a few weeks ago. When you admitted that you were a baby killer and that you were a selfish piece of crap. And believe me, I'm not the only one saying this. That's what the majority of the fans--the majority of the WORLD thinks about you. I just gotta ask Ben, how does it feel that not only did you lose your title to Kerry Windsor at Any Given Sunday...but you lost the respect of everyone in this company? I just--I wanna know what's going on inside of your head right now. I'm sure you're a truly....truly...caring individual...so if you want to get something off your chest, PLEASE, tell me...I'm all ears.

Ben’s mood visibly changes as he glares at Page; his brow furrowed, his lips are pursed as he pushes by Jimmy Page, walking away towards the locker room, leaving the Revival newcomer alone in the parking lot.

Jimmy Page: Was it something I said?

Page laughs to himself as the show returns back to ringside.

Trinks: Page really sticking it to Hanson here tonight on his arrival.

Mayhem: I can not imagine Ben is very happy with what Jimmy had to say Richie. What happened in his personal life was hard enough. Bringing it into the ring is just distasteful.

Trinks: But what is tasty is Jessica Harmony and she up next! Get all up in there HopeForth!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match for the Revival World title tournament. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington … JESSSSIICCCCAAA HARRRRMONNNNYYY!!!

The arena is enveloped by pink and silver lights as Sinead hits the PA. Jessica comes out in a pink tank top and silver pants and boots, walking down the ramp with little regard for the fans. The crowd in attendance don’t favor her either, booing her as she gets in the ring and immediately poses on a turnbuckle, more boos floating her way as she does so. Harmony smiles as she stretches and gets ready for her opponent.

Trinks: Jessica Harmony certainly had some harsh words for her opponent this week. And the returning John Ojeda did NOT take kindly to them.

Mayhem: I don’t think there’s anything that John Ojeda takes kindly to, Richie.

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent, from Charleston, West Virginia … Weighing in at 240lbs … JOHHHN ‘WRATH’ OJEEEEEEEDDDDDDAAAAA!!!

"Beyond the Pale" by Exodus begins to play as John “Wrath” Ojeda makes his way down the aisle. The fans boo him just as hard if not harder than they did Jessica Harmony, but he ignores them, keeping his eyes on his opponent. Ojeda climbs up the ring steps and walks along the ring apron, ready to enter the ring when Harmony charges at him, knocking him from the apron with a running dropkick!

Mayhem: Oh, it looks like we’re not waiting for this match to begin.

On the outside of the ring, Ojeda picks himself up but not in time to see the cross body block coming as Harmony dives from the apron. Both competitors pick themselves up as Harmony swings wildly, only to get blocked by Ojeda. He counters with an uppercut that sends Harmony staggering backwards before John knocks her down with a lariat! Fortunately he’s keen to get this match officially started and rolls Jess into the ring, sliding in after her as the referee calls for the bell. Ojeda sends his opponent hurtling towards the corner with an Irish whip, following her in with a body splash, all of his 240lbs behind it! He grabs Harmony by the cheeks and starts talking trash at her, getting up close … until she headbutts him!

Trinks: There’s some fight that in that one, I like that.

Mayhem: Richie, she’s already shot you down many times.

Not that the headbutt get her very far; Wrath just backs into Jessica with a shoulder to the midsection, driving the wind out of her. A second shoulder thrust follows, then a third, fourth, fifth and sixth shoulder thrust before Wrath lets Jessica slump to a seated position in the corner. Whereupon he proceeds to place a boot across the throat and choke her for the four count until the referee calls a break. With that, John drags Harmony up by the hair and whips her against the ropes. Jess bounces off them and baseball slides between Ojeda’s legs and chopblocks his right leg in one fluid motion. Wrath goes down but gets right back up as Harmony connects with a basement dropkick to the knee. The right leg goes out as Ojeda falls to a kneeling position as Harmony hammers away at him with some right hooks, landing square on her opponent’s jaw. She goes against the ropes again, but this time Ojeda rises and catches her with a flapjack!

Trinks: Someone scrape Jessica Harmony off the ceiling please…

Jessica lands chest and face first, bouncing up to a kneeling position as Wrath grabs her around the throat by both hands and lifts her to her feet, throwing her back into the corner. A few boots to the gut and Harmony stumbles away from the turnbuckle, right into a suplex as Ojeda goes for a cover.

One…

Two…

But Jessica Harmony gets the shoulder up in time to save herself as Ojeda looks furiously at the referee. He stands right back up, dragging Jess by the hair before doubling her over with a boot to the gut. She is quickly scooped up for a powerbomb and dropped down to the mat, but Ojeda keeps hold as he lifts her right back up … and drops her with a second powerbomb! Yet he still keeps hold and, with a feat of strength, he lifts the dead weight of Harmony back up–but there’s life left in her–Jess seemingly jabs a thumb in the eye before hammering away with some right hands; Ojeda staggers, mainly from the thumb to the eye, nearing the ropes as Harmony counters with a hurricanrana over the top rope! Ojeda tumbles to the outside, Harmony remaining in the ring as the crowd pop in excitement!

Mayhem: Jessica Harmony has gotten herself back into this match, Richie, a terrific counter to the powerbomb has John Ojeda on the outside. Can she capitalise?

Trinks: No … No, I can’t think of a dirty play of words for that.

In the ring, Harmony uses the nearest ropes to pick herself up as, outside the ring, Ojeda grabs the top of the guard rail and drags himself up. He staggers towards the ring as Harmony sets off against the ropes and baseball slides right into the face of John Ojeda! He falls back against the guard rails again as Jessica climbs out onto the ring apron. He lunges forward but gets kicked in the face before she leaps with a MOONSAULT–NO!!!

Trinks: Holy hell, he caught her in midair!

Somehow, by some miracle, Wrath catches Jessica Harmony over his shoulder and suddenly she’s in no man’s land. In the blink of an eye, Ojeda spins and drops his opponent chest first over the guard rail! The nearby fans scatter as Wrath grabs his opponent and drags her back to ringside, clattering into her with an uppercut before rolling Harmony back into the ring. She struggles to her feet, holding her chest in pain as Ojeda slowly climbs in after her, stalking his prey as he grabs her from behind, scooping Jessica up onto his shoulders–but she slides down the back, landing on her feet. Ojeda turns to face her, being caught by a dropkick to the knee that brings him down to a kneeling position before a shining wizard hits him upside the head and Ojeda goes down! Harmony covers.

One…

Mayhem: Can she do this?

Two…

NO! Ojeda gets the shoulder up as Harmony struggles back to her feet. She climbs out onto the apron, looking for a springboard manoeuvre as Ojeda rises to his feet. Jessica hops up onto the top rope, springboarding into the ring–but Ojeda catches her with a shot to the midsection in midair–Harmony lands, stunned, but on her feet as Wrath scoops her up in a burning hammer position–VIKING SLEDGEHAMMER!!! And the cover.

Trinks: What a vicious knee to the face, surely this one is over!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, JOHN ‘WRATH’ OJEDA!!!

The cameras cut backstage and catch Jayden Powers in the hallway preparing for his upcoming match against Jimmy Page. While he awaits for Hope to accompany him, he starts to get a feeling someone is following him. He turns around for a moment with a puzzled look to see who was there. However, there was no one around.

Jayden Powers: What the--?

Once Jayden turns around, the mysterious Chinese woman was right in front of him in casual clothes to blend in. Jayden jumps back with a startle.

Jayden Powers: How did you get back here?!

Mystery woman: I have my ways, Powers...

Jayden narrows his eyes as he looks away from her. He’s not in the type of mood where trouble is coming for him.

Jayden Powers: Bitch, I ain’t dealing with you right now because I have a match to head off to where Jimbo and I are going to dance. Also, I ain’t going to let you and your freak show clowns ruin it either.

Before he says anymore, the mystery woman approaches closer to him. She has a serious glare in her eyes.

Mystery woman: Listen, Powers, I would watch what you say to me. I know my leader wouldn’t be too thrilled with that tongue of yours, not even Master Knight would be too amused. You’re lucky that you’re still alive and have your dignity. Anyways, we have a new assignment for you...

The mystery woman pulls out a top secret folder to hand to Jayden.

Mystery woman: You know the drill...

Jayden was hesitant for a moment to take the folder from her. It could be leading to another trap set up for him and Emma. However, he is also aware that one wrong move, he could put his entire family in danger. He extends a shaky hand to take the folder where it shocks the crowd all around. With that deal done, the woman offers a sly smile.

Mystery woman: Excellent, you have made the wise choice, Powers. Meet me after the show where we have unfinished business to take care of...

Jayden Powers: Fuck you, wench...

The woman didn’t answer back as her smile only grows more before she heads off to where she came from. Jayden just shakes his head for a moment until Hope finally arrives by his side with a bright smile.

Hope Rosabel: Ready, mi amor?

Jayden Powers: Yeah... Yeah, let’s go. Jimbo is waiting...

With that said, they accompany each other as they head out to the match as the scene draws to a close.

Mayhem: And here they come. Powers vs. Page!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York … Weighing in at 200lbs … JAYYYYDENNNNN POWWWWERRRRSSSS!!!

IT'S A NEW JAYDENATION... OF PARTY PEOPLE

“On the Floor” by Jennifer Lopez blares over the PA along with lights flashing blue and pale green giving an apocalypse effect, several people rise up on the entrance stage dressed as zombies. As a unique zombie dance was happening, the lights dim for a split moment until an explosion comes in.

Trinks: Is … is this a J. Lo song?

Mayhem: You have quite an ear for music, Richie.

Trinks: What can I say, Magz, this is my jam!

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor
If you're a party freak then step on the floor
If your an animal then tear up the floor
Break a sweat on the floor
Yeah we work on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks up

While the zombie dance crew did their little performance the lights dim for a second. Hope Rosabel then appears first at the center of the entrance stage, striking a unique attractive like pose. She was dressed in her light blue custom made circus outfit with a little bit of a zombie effects make up on.

Pick your body up and drop it on the floor
Let the rhythm change your world on the floor
You know we’re running shit tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to L.A. New York
Vegas to Africa (Dale!)

Jayden Powers then appears in the center next to Hope Rosabel with zombie effects make up on his face that went with his chaotic attire which consisted of a bloody leather jacket with a ripped black muscle shirt underneath, blood-stained jeans with holes in it, and combat boots. Cirque Du Dead then make their way down the ramp while the crowd had a mixture of cheers and boos, but it seemed to lean more towards the cheers.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the

After Cirque Du Dead did a little dance number, as it reached “Floor” Jayden then throws his hands high in the air as if he was reaching for the moon for the moment. He then removes his bloody-like jacket, tossing it aside as the song fades.

Mayhem: Jayden Powers looks ready to return to a Revival ring. His opponent in this qualifying match is Jimmy Page, who last week was on the winning side of a tag match against Anson LaRue and Sam Valentine.

Trinks: I wonder if he has dancers for his entrance too…

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponents, hailing from Flint, Michigan … Weighing in at 240lbs … JIMMMMMYYYYY PAGGGGGGGEEEE!!!

The lights are turned off, causing the arena to go completely dark. The fans scream and some of them cheer with other bits of chatter amongst them. A soft sound plays through the P.A. system, a bit of an eerie tune plays. It plays for about twenty seconds, then a riff kicks in and the song begins to play a powerful tune. The song calms down again, the singer begins speaking in a soft voice. The song kicks in again hard, the lights begin to flash white, like cameras flashing. Jimmy Page walks out slowly, looking out at the crowd with this nonchalant gaze and off balance demeanor. He comes out wearing a black fleece jacket opened, the right side of the jacket slumping off his shoulder. He wears a pair of black and white short wrestling trunks, with matching black wrestling boots, knee pads, wrist tape, and one elbow pad. Jimmy is chewing vigorously on a piece of gum as he walks down towards the ring slowly, his gaze fixated on the ring. He walks to the front of the ring, and stands on the apron, looking throughout the crowd. Jimmy enters the ring quickly, walks towards the turnbuckle and stands on top of it as a spotlight hits him. He turns his head to the left and spits his gum out onto the floor on the outside and takes his jacket off throwing it outside carelessly. Jimmy turns around and slumps down inside of his corner, placing his right hand on his cheek almost as if he's bored, waiting for the match to start.

Trinks: That was … boring in comparison. Ah well, there’s the bell, this match is underway!

At the sound of the bell, Jimmy Page stands up and lunges forward as Powers takes a step back to avoid the grapple. Page laughs to himself as he offers up another collar and elbow tie-up, which Powers accepts. Almost immediately, Page overpowers his opponent, pushing Jayden back against the corner. The official intervenes, calling for a break as Page backs away before rushing in with a rising knee lift to the midsection. Jimmy throws his doubled over opponent back into the corner and unleashes a series of chops to the chest; the crowd howl and whoo with each chop before Page relents momentarily, sending his opponent from pillar to post with an Irish whip, charging in after him–but Jayden floats over the top and Jimmy hits the turnbuckle chest first! Powers pouncers, grabbing Jimmy with a Russian legsweep, taking him down to the mat with a bang. Jayden appears to be like a dog with a bone, however, as he rolls Page over onto his front and grabs a hold of his arm, wrenching it back with an armbar. But Page is too close to the ropes and his foot reaches the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break.

Mayhem: It doesn’t look like Jayden Powers lost any moves in his time away from our ring, Richie.

Both competitors get back to their feet as Powers strikes first, a mule kick to the midsection doubling over his opponent before Jayden grabs him with a front facelock. Page tries to counter, attempting to lift Jayden off his feet, but Powers block the counter attempts with knees to the face. After the third knee strike, Jayden releases the facelock and swiftly brings Jimmy Page down to the canvas with a drop toe hold, transitioned into a leg lock as Page reaches out for the ropes once more. This time, however, he’s a fair distance away and Powers is wrenching at his leg. The referee checks for a submission, but it’s not likely. After fifteen seconds in the hold, Page finally reaches the ropes again and the referee calls for a break. Jayden relinquishes his grasp and rolls back to his feet as Jimmy uses the ropes to do the same, albeit slower. Powers makes his way back over to his opponent, grabbing Jimmy by the neck and head–only to get a thumb to the eye for his troubles–Powers stumbling away from the scene, the referee none the wiser to what just occurred.

Trinks: Haha, I think I may like this Jimmy Page yet, Magz. Great awareness to get himself back into this match.

Mayhem: It was a thumb to the eye…

Powers recovers, but finds himself on the receiving end of a boot to the gut before a snap DDT takes him down to the mat. And just like his opponent was, Jimmy Page is quickly on the attack, assuming a mounted position across the chest of Powers as he rains down blows. After nine shots Page drags his opponent back to a vertical base and backs him against the ropes. Several forearm shots to the face later and Jayden is reeling; he stumbles across the ring as he’s whipped against the ropes, but he bounces off them and comes back into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Page covers.

One…

Two…

Mayhem: Jayden Powers with the kick out, but he looks a bit dazed, Richie. I don’t think he knows where he is.

Page looks up at the official, doubting it was only a two count, but the referee assures him it was. Jayden makes his way up to all fours as Page stops arguing with the referee, taking a moment to taunt his opponent by slapping Jayden around the back of the head. The crowd boo as Page shouts for his opponent to ‘get up’ before he goes against the ropes himself, coming back with a running knee right to the side of the skull and Powers goes down. Page covers again.

One…

Two…

But Powers kicks out again, and again, Page looks up at the referee in disbelief. Instead of arguing, however, Jimmy lifts his opponent back to his feet and throws him face first into the nearest turnbuckle. Powers slumps back into the corner as Jimmy grabs him around the back of the head and unleashes several elbow shots to the face. The referee finally intervenes as he pulls Jimmy away, but Page goes straight back in, driving a knee up into the midsection of Jayden Power before dragging him out of the corner. Powers is bent over as Page places his head between his legs, pointing towards the turnbuckle, which draws more boos from the fans. Page goes for the turnbuckle powerbomb, but Jayden blocks. Another attempt, and again Jayden blocks it before reversing with a back drop driver!

Mayhem: Wow! An impressive show of strength from Jayden Powers right there!

Trinks: And he just drove Jimmy Page head first into the mat, Magz. If he can go for the cover, this one may be over.

One…

Two…

But Jimmy Page gets the shoulder up before the three count.

Trinks: Or maybe not.

Both men are down for a moment, trying to shake the cobwebs from their heads, but it’s Powers who gets back a vertical base first. He climbs out onto the apron and waits for Page to nearly get back to his feet before leaping up onto the rope–springboard dropkick–misses! Page steps aside as Powers hits the canvas back first, howling out in pain before popping back to his feet, only to get chopped down by a lariat! Jimmy Page stomps at his prone foe, relentless in his assault as he drags Powers back to all fours, standing astride him as he slaps him across the back of the head. Jimmy runs against the ropes, going for the knee to the skull again–but Powers counters, a rising clothesline knocks Jimmy Page head over heels, landing face first to the mat as Jayden stands back up.

Page struggles back to his feet as Jayden lies in wait for him, using the ropes to drags himself up, staggering away from them towards the center of the ring as Powers runs at him with a SPEAR! It connects, sending Jimmy Page sprawling across the ring. But Jayden doesn’t cover, he points towards the turnbuckle, much to pleasure of the fans.

Trinks: He’s going up top, Magz. What are we going to see here?

Jayden steps out onto the apron and heads towards the corner climbing, slowly, to the top rope. But he’s taken too long. Page shakes the top rope and Jayden Powers finds himself crotched on the turnbuckle. The crowd ‘oooh’ in sympathy as an relentless Page lashes out with forearm strikes before climbing to the middle rope. He goes to hook Powers for a superplex, but Jayden fights him off with some forearm shots of his own until Page falls down. Not for long, however, Jimmy Page climbing right back to his feet as Powers flies off with a missile dropkick–ZOMBIE STOMP–NOOO! Page avoids the attack as Jayden hits the mat, bouncing up and back to his feet, holding his stomach in pain as Page spins–CONCUSSION! The rolling elbow drops Jayden Powers instantly as Page covers with a handful of tights.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … JIMMMMMMYYY PAGGGGEEEEE!!!

[Mercedes Monroe]

After the match ends the cameras pick up the The Reviv-iTron which sparks to life with a video.

A dark night, wind is kicking, moon is full, and the high tantrum of wolves howling is heard in the background.

Anson Larue: Some say the cemetery is the safest place in the world, because everyone is already dead, while others say it’s the most dangerous place on earth. It all depends who you talk to.

Anson LaRue makes a very far travel to this desolate site. He has his eyes set on one particular grave. He has not come to pay homage to a fallen friend, a distant relative, or a lost loved one. He has come here with vengeance in his heart, hurt on his brain, and destruction in his soul.

The marble headstone is seen at Anson’s left hip, a hammer in his right hand.

Anson Larue: What is love? I can remember the love for a mother. That feeling where you need this person for your own survival and life. But what is love?

Anson ponders the question, sarcastically almost in deep thought, than smiles.

Anson Larue: Humans are weak. They need love and companionship to help stable lonesomeness. Love is for the weak, love is for the timid. Christy Maze once loved. It’s true. That wench once loved a man so weak that he left this shithole of a world for the supposed after life. He left her here, alone once again. He left her here to be destroyed at the hands of the most powerful, destructive force on the planet. Me.

Again he smiles at the gruesome adjectives many use to describe this man beast.

Anson Larue: I have inflicted pain and torment on many who have come into my path, and I vow that will never stop. I won’t even stop if this person is a woman.

He stoops down and reveals that this is the gravesite of Collie Stein, former lover of Anson's ex-wife. He left this world to early, way too early. Anson rubs the smooth marble almost erotically, as if this dead 6 feet below him turns him on. Some may say it does. He stands up, mumbles something under his breath, and does the most ungodly deed. He lifts his sledgehammer and begins to smash the marble with a fury. A huge horizontal crack looms through the center of the stone. Anson keeps smashing until nearly 2/3 of the stone falls off its base.

Anson looks at his work, smiles, and than begins to giggle sadistically.

Anson Larue: Myke Adams you have stepped into a personal hell you have no way of getting out of. You will step into the ring at Violence against a vicious beast. There will be no rules to help your sorry ass. Anson LaRue bows to no man or woman, and let the truth be told, Oblivion will succumb you.

Anson than pulls out a shovel and begins to dig into the dirt.

Anson Larue: Don’t worry. I will throw your corpse right on top of his, so you can be together, forever, eternally. Welcome to Oblivion Bitch.

Mayhem: A chilling video from Larue towards Myke Adams. He really has a fire going into this match Trinks. He might give Myke a run for his money.

Trinks: We need someone to kick in his teeth, Maggie. I can not wai tto see Superman get his comeuppence for Sully! I knew it was him!

Mayhem: That is COMPLETELY rumor Rich. We don’t know who did that to Aimes.

Trinks: Apples and Oranges Mag. I know he did it.

Mayhem: We can debate this all night, but we only have a short time. Now to Stan for the next matchup.

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

The music and lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off, a sea of booming dismay for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "a REAL. revolution" tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the jeer filled crowd. He shakes his head in a smug display of disgust... The Legacy title in his hand as he drags it along carelessly beside him.

Stan Hopeford: Coming to the ring first from Brooklyn, New York. He is... THE REAAAL SHOW... TRRRRRREY JORRRRRRDAAAANNNNN!!!

Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he ignores those hands as he hustles for the ring. The fan's hands bouncing off him with swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and jaw jacks a few fans near ringside before hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright sarcastic drenched smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of fans before tugging off his tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match. He tosses his title to the ref and then loudly exclaims "BRING ON THE HOOTY HOE!" Much to the crowd's disdain.

Trinks: The REAL Show... WooYah! Hooty hoe, I mean who even says shit like this?!

Mayhem: Umm... You.

Trinks laughs, eating that one up as "I'm Back" by Dope cues up.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, hailing from here in Chicago... THE DEVIANT, SYYYYYYYYDNEY LAAAAAAAROUX!!!

The arena darkens and everyone waits now, it seems like moment after long moment goes by before finally LaRoux comes walking from the back. She wears a grimace on her crimson lips, and slowly heads down the aisle. Tagging a few hands with the crowd as they cheer her on, Syd's eyes remain locked in the ring at Jordan. Trey leaning over like a raging bull ready to get at her. Sydney stops and peers over the crowd, doubt in her eyes as she heads up the ring steps and ducks inside... WHAM! The crowd erupt in booing as Jordan charges in and nails a axe handle over Sydney's back before she has even got her other leg through the ropes.

DING! DING!

Trinks: Oh, he is out for blood. The REAL one don't wanna drop another to a chica, that'd be back to back.

Mayhem: Sure would, Alyx St. Croix getting a huge statement win over our Legacy champ just last week...

The ref forces Jordan back, Trey arguing with him a bit as Syd coughs and staggers up off her knees. Trey motions in an innocent manner and the ref turns to look at LaRoux. Jordan then charges by the ref and lobs a wicked clothesline right across Syd's neck! LaRoux goes down hard and flops over to her stomach in agony... clutching her head rather than her throat or neck!

Trinks: She looks disoriented in there, or somethin...

Mayhem: I agree, something ain't right tonight with Syd. She seems to be favoring her head.

Jordan lays a few nasty stomps over LaRoux, but the ref steps in again. This time warning Trey as Jordan sneers and back up... his muscles seemingly bulging with rage as he leans down and glares on at Sydney. She sits up and shakes her head a bit, trying to grab at the ropes to get herself back up... She misses and falls to her rear. Jordan smiles now and stands up clapping... The crowd booing him as they stomp and chant for the Deviant. Syd finally getting the ropes and pulling herself up... Trey moves in for more attacks... but the crowd ignite in cheers as Syd back kicks a foot into his midsection. Trey howls out and folds over, Syd spinning around and cracking a wicked spinning kick down over the back of his closely shaven head!

Trinks: Oh she took his head off there!

Mayhem: Very resilient of Sydney! I thought she was getting ready to be steam rolled in there. Something though Rich, it's off...

Sydney staggers up and falls back first into the near by turnbuckles, touching at her forehead with a grimace of pain. Trey rushing up and shaking off the kick with anger in his eyes. He spins around and charges back at LaRoux, CRACK! She gets a foot up and it connects with Jordan's face. He staggers back and Syd shakes her head before quickly hitting the top rope and leaping into Jordan. She catches him and spins them both around before crushing him over the mat with a standing tornado DDT of sorts!

Trinks: Wow!

Mayhem: What a DDT! She's making a pin...

ONE!
TWO!!

Trey powers out in fury, Syd snapping upright to a seat as she winces and shakes her head a few more times. She grabs at the ropes again and tugs her way back upright... the crowd in a frenzy of dismay and distraught however as Jordan KIP UPS somehow to both feet. He hits the ropes opposite Syd and lunges just as she turns... a HUGE spear connects! THE GOAL LINE STAND! It folds the Deviant in two as she is plastered down over the canvas... Jordan jumping up and throwing out both arms.

Trey Jordan: INKED UP HOOTY HO...

Trinks: Where did he come from?!

Mayhem: Good question! Myke Adams just hit an Egoshredder on Trey!

As Jordan was shouting this out, he turned right into a SUPERKICK from Myke Adams. Who showed up from nowhere and hit the ring full force. Trey hits the mat and grabs up his face... The referee calling for the bell as Adams drops on both knees next to Sydney and caresses her up into his arms.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner by DQ... TRRRREY JORDAN!!!

Trinks: How in the World?! Does this mean Syd is out of the World title thingy?

Mayhem: Ya mean tourney? Yes. This means Myke Adams inadvertently took his own lover out and put Trey J in...

Jordan is on his hands and knees, digging at the ropes to get himself up. The crowd still jarred, but cheering for Adams and LaRoux as Myke hoist his lady love from the canvas and ducks them through the ropes. Syd wrapping her arms around her 'shining knight' as they slowly head back the aisle. Her head buried in Myke's neck as he nods and acknowledges the fans as they reach out and cheer, scream, etc.

Trinks: Wait, Trey J is getting back up.

Mayhem: He's just now hearing it from the ref... He looks pretty damn p.o.'ed!

Jordan is stunned, he throws up both hands in disbelief as he sees Adams carrying LaRoux towards the back. Trey shakes his head and spits over the ropes in their direction... He then demands the referee hand him his Legacy title and raise his arm the victor.

Trinks: Well, atleast he's taking it in stride. That's how the REAL one gets down!

Mayhem: You're pathetic with that... You know this right?

Trinks: Fo'REALs?!

Mayhem: Stop it.

Trinks laughs as Jordan snatches his wrist from the ref and then shoves him onto his rear over the canvas. Trey exits the ring and jaw jacks with the fans up and down the aisle as he exits.

Violence cuts backstage to a locker room where Ben Hanson is sat on a bench, ready dressed in his ring attire. An audible boo and jeer can be heard from the fans in the arena watching this on the Rev-O-Tron; Ben, oblivious to the reaction carries on lacing up his boots. The effects of his earlier run in with Jimmy Page have him riled up a teeny tiny bit, enough to be noticeable. The camera pans out to reveal Alyx St. Croix, ready dressed for her upcoming match against Larissa Kendrick, sitting next to him; the fans in the arena have a slightly warmer reaction to her.

Ben Hanson: Then he called me a selfish piece of crap and I knew it was time to get out of there before I did something I’d regret.

Alyx St. Croix: You did good, though I can’t say I would have been able to walk away; just don’t let him get to you.

Ben Hanson: That’s easier said than done, chick.

Hanson lets out a frustrated sigh as Alyx pats him on the back.

Ben Hanson: And to think, I thought he was a decent guy…

Alyx St. Croix: Hey, he’s trying to stir up trouble here by picking on the biggest threat in the company. I think it’s kind of a compliment that he’s that threatened by you and you’re not even the champ … er … I mean … shutting up now.

Hanson smiles as he finishes lacing his boots. He looks up at Alyx before speaking.

Ben Hanson: I know what you mean. You ready give a repeat performance of last week? Beat Larissa Kendrick just like you did Trey Jordan?

Alyx St. Croix: Trey J made the mistake of just assuming I was another cream filled softie bitch, but he was sure surprised when I was the one walking out of the Abusement Park with my arm raised eh?

Ben Hanson: Damn straight…

Alyx St. Croix: And Kendrick seems like a nice enough girl, but I hope she knows it isn’t personal when I knock her out of this tournament tonight.

Ben Hanson: Game over!

Alyx St. Croix: Don’t forget that you’ve got this tonight Bunny! Vic talks a big game but in the end there’s only room for one of you to move forward and I’ll be damned if it isn’t going to be the Metal Heart!

Ben Hanson: I’m ready for whatever he’s going to throw at me. If I’m going to walk this road to redemption I can’t lose to a man like Victor Bravis…

Alyx St. Croix: You can do it and do you know why?

Ben Hanson: We’re winners?

Alyx St. Croix: We’re winners!

Ben Hanson: And we’re adorable…

Alyx St. Croix: Ridiculously ADORABLE!

*FIST BUMP*

Revival camera cut back to ringside.

Trinks: Ahh. My little lovergirl Alyx.

Mayhem: I think she is falling for Ben there Richie.

Trinks: Ludacris!

Mayhem: I think they are getting close. Twitter and here tonight. She might be finding a new friend.

Trinks: Don’t say these things! She loves me!

Mayhem: Right. Anyway, she is up here next! We have her doing battle against Larissa Kendrick.

Stan steals her next words with an introduction..

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first, Alyxxxxx St. Croixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

The crowd all turn collectively as the sound of quarters being fed into a machine hit the sound system. As the Legend of Zelda theme begins to softly play the house lights dim to near blackness when the guitars suddenly pick up. They watch as the classic start screen fades and Skillet’s “Awake and Alive” begins to overpower the LoZ theme. The lights begin to strobe all across the stage erratically as the song's opening picks up tempo as the lyrics begin.

Mayhem: And here she comes.

Trinks: Something tells me this is going to be a rough match for Larissa Kendrick.

The glow of hundreds of cell phones and cameras add to the strobe light effect as they suddenly focus on the top of the entrance ramp. From behind the curtain marches the Pop Culture Princess herself, Alyx St. Croix. She stops at the edge of the entrance ramp and stares out over the crowd with a smug smirk. She skip walks her way down the ramp staying clear of the outstretched hands of the crowd. She picks up her pace and slides in beneath the bottom rope and popping back to her feet in the middle of the ring. Alyx crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throwing up her hands like the rock star she is, while turning her head, eyeing approach of her opponent.

The match opens up with Alyx and Larissa tying up in the center of the ring. Larissa backs Alyx into the corner, but Alyx reverses out and lays into Larissa with a series of knife edge chops. Alyx whips Larissa into the corner hard and Larissa hits the turnbuckle and stumbles out. Alyx comes in quickly and nails the AFK, superkicking Larissa right on the jaw. Larissa drops like a rock and Alyx runs up and jumps to the top rope quickly. She taunts to the crowd quickly and then flys off for the double stomp. Larissa rolls to the outside just as Alyx jumps off. Alyx rolls to her feet, motions for the crowd to get into it, and then charges towards the ropes, diving out and onto Larissa with a corkscrew plancha. The crowd bursts out into a frenzy. Cheering like crazy.]

Crowd: RE-VI-VAL! RE-VI-VAL!

Mayhem: Alyx is coming out fast and strong and look for the kill!

Trinks: Kendrick showed some awareness in getting out of the ring.

Mayhem: She’s in trouble though, that was a crazy corkscrew plancha!

Trinks: You know what’s crazy? How awesome I am. You think the blonde in the front row will give me her number?

Mayhem: Is that all you think about? Idiot.

Alyx pops up to her feet but Larissa is up just as quick. Alyx takes a swipe at Larissa, but Larissa dips it and shoves Alyx back into the ring apron. Larissa hits Alyx a couple of times and whips her into the steel barricade. Larissa charges in for a clothesline, but Alyx backdrops Larissa into the front row. Larissa gets up quickly and reaches over to pull Alyx into the crowd with her. Alyx counters and goes to suplex Larissa back over the guard railing, but Larissa rolls over her back and lands on her feet. Larissa spins Alyx around and whips her towards the ring post. Alyx runs up onto the apron. Larissa takes off in pursuit, a few steps behind. Alyx springs off the turnbuckle backwards and twists in the air; ripping off a hurricane kick to the side of the head of Larissa. Larissa goes down in a heap and Alyx stands to the crowds applause.

Mayhem: No one thought this one was going to spill out into the crowd.

Trinks: But I’m sure glad it has. Maybe they can bring us back some drinks.

Mayhem: For once you said something useful.

Trinks: I have my moments.

Alyx picks Larissa up and rolls her back into the ring. Alyx slides back into the ring and gets up as Larissa starts to come too. Alyx picks Larissa up, but is stopped by an eye rake. Alyx stumbles away, trying to get her vision back, when Larissa comes in with a quick release german suplex. Alyx hits the mat and lands hard. Larissa drops down to her knees, still trying to regain her balance. Alyx backs up to the corner and tries to get up. Larissa spins around and heads towards Alyx, trying to pick her up. As Alyx is picked up, she jumps, and nails Larissa with a Flash Kick! Larissa goes down hard and Alyx runs to the corner. She springs up on the top rope, points, and dives off the top rope. Alyx lands hard with Expecto Patronum, smashing Larissa’s face in with a nasty double stomp. Alyx drops to her knees in the landing and then rolls back onto Larissa, covering her up and counting in unison with the ref.

One..

Two...

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: YOUR WINNERRRRRRRRR ALYXXXXX ST. CROIXXXXXXXXXXX.

Mayhem: St. Croix with dominant win tonight!

Trinks: That be my baby mama! You GO girl!

Mayhem: We have Finale backstage with some words!

Trinks: You GO BOY!

We cut to a shot of the 'Super Shredder' logo which zooms out to reveal that it's a t-shirt print and wearing said t-shirt is none other than the man himself, Finale. He is standing in front of a flatscreen monitor which is playing the Violence signature on a loop and he has a microphone in hand.

Along with his official REVIVAL brand t-shirt, Finale is wearing jeans (torn at the knees), black Wayfarers and a pair of creme coloured Vans. Clearly not dressed to compete.

Finale: Well Chicago it seems that the new GM is not a fan of The Buffalo Butcher. Although we've never even met and although I have proven myself a winner in my only two matches, she saw fit to exclude me from the World title tournament.

The crowd isn't into this, many of them holding hope that the loveable jerk would be in action. He nods sympathetically.

Finale: While I can't say what the reason for this is with any kind of certainty, I have my theories. So does the internet. Word on the dirt sheets is that someone in the front office doesn't want me in the World Title hunt. Whether it be the lady Monroe herself or someone in her ear, that seems to be a logical explanation. Someone doesn't want me to leap up the Revival ladder toooooo quickly.

Another big, bad reaction from Chicago.

Finale: And that's fine. That doesn't bother me one bit. It just means that I have to continue the trend of proving every mouth breathing Nancy in this company wrong. Especially the intellectual super giants making all the big decisions. I guess allowing your debuting partner to score the pin in a tag-team match is frowned upon here in REVIVAL. I'll remember that in the future.

His sarcasm isn't lost on the majority of the crowd, earning cheers of laughter.

Finale: Now I am not here to whine and complain. I'll toss a shout out to my partner from last week Jimmy Page, wish him luck in his qualifier and move on to my real concern. What is next for me?

A beat.

Finale: Revival Nation, the next stop is a prick named Joe Johnson. A stop that I've already made and if memory serves, I kicked a whole lot of ass. Daisy you want to try and make my life a living hell? I'm all for it. As I've said in the past I consistently make myself available, I'm not hard to find.

Finale holds out both of his arms as if to say 'come at me bro'.

Finale: But seeing as how you have yet to come find me, you have yet to DO ANYTHING but talk incoherent shit about Ol' Super Shredder then I suppose I'll have to come to you.

A cheshire grin develops on the Buffalo Butcher's face and the audience sounds like their all for the inevitable confrontation.

Finale: There's a reason that I'm here tonight even though I'm not booked. You're it Joey Jo Jo. You have my full fucking attention. That's really not a good thing because that means before this night is done, you and I are going to come face to face.

He slides his Wayfarers to the end of his nose and takes hold of the camera lens.

Finale: And you're not going to like it. Because I'm the end and the end...

The audience fills in the rest, '…IS NIGH!' echoes throughout the arena and Finale shoves the camera man backwards. He tosses the mic over his shoulder before exiting stage left.

Mayhem: I think Finale may be bitter about something Richie.

Trinks: It appears he has it out for Johnson. He better watch his back daddio.

Mayhem: He might want to get some eyes in the back of his head here tonight.

Trinks: To the Mouth of the Mat, get this show on the road!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is another qualifier scheduled for one fall introducing first…

”IT'S THE NEW STYLE!”

Stan Hopeforth: …from Akron, Ohio weighing in at 224lbs., 'The Metal Heart' Ben Hanson!

“Black Sabotage” by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena, the guitar intro working the crowd up into a mini frenzy as Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain wearing a black hoodie emblazoned with a steel coloured heart over his ring attire. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around him with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect. Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoodie and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent…

The lights dim as the brass music of the classic Superman cinematic theme plays...

”Faster than a speeding bullet... More powerful than a locomotive...
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound...
Up in the sky! It's a bird! it's a plane--!!”

Stan Hopeforth: …from Los Angeles, California weighing in at 240lbs., the Revival Wrestling Primetime Champion, 'Mister Next Gen' Victor Bravis!

The lights start to flash and sweep the arena as the bold bass guitars of Ralph Cardall's "It's A Bird, It's A Plane" plays, just as Victor Bravis swaggers out onto the stage. He strikes a pose, arms raised high and flashing a V-for-Victory, then saunters down to the ring, trash-talking a few fans en route and laughing off their attempts to swing at him. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle, posing once again with his cocky, confident grin, and jumps down into the ring, posing down on one knee in the center as the crowd jeers and boos.

Ding, Ding!

The bell sounds and the fans don't really seem to be favouring either man as the circle in the centre of the ring. The two lock up and Bravis immediately breaks, opting to hit Hanson with a hard chop. Hanson eats one and then evades another before catching Bravis in the mid-section with a toe kick. He then sends Bravis into the ropes and puts Bravis onto his back with a monkey flip. Some people in the crowd pop but there isn't a large reaction.

Mayhem: I don't think the audience likes either of these guys Trinks.

Trinks: I don't get why they don't like Bravis? The man has had two matches here and he's already the Primetime Champion. He's the Man of Tomorrow for Christ's sake.

The new Primetime Champion scrambles back to his feet and attempts to tie up with Hanson again but again he takes a toe kick to the mid-section. Hanson applies a front face lock and expertly takes Bravis over with a snap suplex. He covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Bravis kicks out just after two earning some jeers from the crowd. Hanson keeps on Bravis, getting him in a reverse waist lock. He nails Bravis in the back of the head with a forearm smash and then looks for a reverse neckbreaker but Bravis hits him with an elbow to the kidneys. Hanson turns looking for a strike but Bravis ducks down and then rises up with a fierce European uppercut.

Trinks: That was perfect! The Infanticidal Idiot just got ROCKED!

Mayhem: Let's put a cork in the dead baby jokes Trinks.

Trinks: But there are so many!

Hanson staggers backwards but Bravis seizes the opportunity. He whips the former World Champion across the ring and then nearly takes his head off with a roaring elbow. Hanson goes down and Bravis stands above him, laughing.

Victor Bravis: This is World Title material? COME. ON.

Trinks: Tell 'em champ!

Mayhem: The Primetime Champion is in firm control of this match and the audience, while hating him, isn't exactly sad to see Ben Hanson in trouble.

Trinks: How the false idols have fallen! Make way for the Man of Tomorrow.

After a hearty chuckle, Bravis' expression shifts from elated to menacing as hit hits Hanson with a series of quick kicks to the mid-section as the latter lays on the mat. Bravis then gets him up and goes to send him hard into the corner but Hanson reverses! Bravis goes in and Hanson tries for a running double knee lift but Bravis dives out of the way.

Trinks: You missed!

Mayhem: Hanson eats turnbuckle and Bravis seems to have him scouted at every turn.

Tapping his own temple with his index finger and a satisfied smile, Bravis charges and hits Hanson with a hard stomp to the side of the head. He added two more for good measure before getting The Metal Heart back up to his feet. Bravis grabs Hanson by the face with one hand, squeezing his mouth together. He winds up for an arrogant slap.

Trinks: Oh yes! Slap the yellow off of his teeth Vic!

Mayhem: The level of disrespect Victor Bravis is showing is pretty huge for a rookie such as himself. This is only his third match and he's out here about to slap a former World Champion…

Before Bravis can execute his bitch slap, Hanson quickly nails him with his own European uppercut. Bravis staggers back and Hanson hits the ropes. He attempts a head scissors takedown but Bravis counters, He holds Hanson up high, runs and tosses him with a power bomb hard into the corner! There is a sickening crunch as the impact is squarely placed on Hanson's neck.

Mayhem: Oh my God! Did you see Hanson's neck there? He landed right on it!

Trinks: That was huge. You don't want to see anyone's career ended but I think Bravis shaved a couple of years off of Hanson's with that move.

Mayhem: The referee is in close, asking Hanson if he's able to continue competing. Hanson's legs seem to be moving which is good but he has yet to roll over.

The referee checks on Hanson who is clutching the back of his neck. Bravis struts around the ring, very pleased with himself. He holds his hands high in the air as if he has already won and Chicago really doesn't like it. The referee moves away as Hanson slowly gets to his feet, favouring his neck. He charges and goes for a short clothesline but Bravis ducks underneath it and puts Hanson down with a reverse neck breaker.

Mayhem: Hanson's neck now has a giant bullseye on it. Bravis is going to exploit that and this may be the key to The Metal Heart's defeat.

With his opponent at his mercy, Bravis looks to put him away. He gets him up in a fireman's carry but Hanson refuses! He starts nailing Bravis with elbows to the side of the head (earning a bigger pop from the audience with each blow). He slides off of Bravis' shoulders and hits the ropes. He comes charging back but Bravis low bridges the top rope! Hanson goes up and over but lands on the apron. Bravis walks away holding his left ear. He turns around just as Hanson hits a springboard into the ring! Bravis is clobbered with a flying clothesline and both men go down.

Mayhem: The former World Champion with a desperation move that paid off! He is back in this match.

Trinks: Alright even I'm a little impressed that he could do that, I thought he was done for.

The referee checks on both men and Bravis is the first to stir. Hanson is still holding the back of his neck and Bravis' sees this. He tries to strike first but Hanson is quicker, nailing Bravis with a hard chop. Bravis answers back with one of his own and the crowd is starting to 'Oooohh!' along. The two trade a half dozen chops back and forth before Bravis goes for an elbow! He misses and Hanson cracks him in the left side of the head with an enziguiri! Bravis drops and Hanson covers.

ONE!

TWO!

NOPE!

The Primetime Champion is able to kick out and we get a close up of his left ear, which has suffered a pretty wide cut and is bleeding a fair amount. He is in a daze as he tries to get back up but Hanson is having none of it. He hits Bravis with a running sole kick to his damaged ear and then grabs him in a gut wrench. Hanson his Bravis with a hard elbow to the kidney for good measure before taking him over with a gut wrench suplex.

Mayhem: Bravis appears to have a fairly deep cut on his ear. The referee may stop this match, he's bleeding quite a bit.

Trinks: Not if Bravis paralyzes Hanson and ends the match that way first.

Bravis scrambles and does his best to recover but walks right into a clothesline from Hanson, which sends a mist of blood into the air. Again Bravis scrambles back up but he is in such a daze that he walks right into a toe kick, followed by a quick Fisherman's suplex. Hanson decides not to hold onto the pin but he calls for the end.

Trinks: Yeaaaaah right! Come on Vic get it together!

Mayhem: Ben Hanson may be looking for that Metal Heart Suplex that he's won so many matches with. Bravis isn't even on this planet right now.

Trinks: Yes he is and he's the Primetime Champion! Come on Vic!

Hanson applies a front face lock and goes to lift Bravis up but the champ floats over and lands behind him. He nails Hanson with a forearm shot to the back of the neck and then sends him hard into the corner. Bravis charges in looking for a knee strike and Hanson moves! Bravis slams hard into the turnbuckle and then gets planted with a sit out full nelson slam!

Mayhem: Bravis goes down with a thud! Ben Hanson is pulling out all the stops.

Trinks: Of course he is! That idiot has a chance to get the title back. That's the only thing that can fill the gaping hole in his life right now.

With his opponent laid out in front of the turnbuckle, Hanson hoists himself onto the second rope and then up to the third. He scans the arena and seems to notice that the cheers are nowhere near as loud or as vast as they used to be. Regardless, he leaps off and nails a high trajectory guillotine leg drop across the throat of Bravis but before he can cover Bravis rolls out of the ring to safety.

Trinks: Genius! That's how you stay alive in this game.

Mayhem: It seems that Victor Bravis knows what he has to do. He is a former World Champion from his time in Toronto.

Trinks: Toronto? Ew.

Knowing that time is of the essence, Hanson exits the ring and looks to take hold of Bravis. However upon exiting the ring he can't find the Primetime Champion. Bravis pops up on the other side by the announce table, having crawled underneath the ring. Hanson notices him after a few moments and then makes his way over to him. As Hanson rounds the corner, Bravis charges and drop kicks the steel steps right into Hanson's knees, putting him down.

Mayhem: The Primetime Champion with a desperation move. He knew Hanson was closing in and had to buy himself some time.

Trinks: That's why he is the future of Revival. He knows how to win, he's an expert tactician.

The referee yells at Bravis to bring the match back inside, which is ignored. Bravis stumbles over to Hanson, cupping his left ear. He inspects the blood on his hand and then drops down, putting a knee into Hanson's back. He then grabs him by the hair and starts smashing him in the back of the neck with vicious forearms. Each shot sounds sicker than the last until the referee exits the ring and breaks it up.

Mayhem: Where was the ten count? That was uncalled for!

Trinks: Bravis knows that Hanson is dangerous. He is attacking a weakness, which is exactly what he should be doing.

Mayhem: He should be doing it in the ring.

Bravis backs away as the referee once again checks on Hanson, making sure that he can continue. Hanson shoves the ref away and gets back up to his feet. Holding the back of his neck, Hanson charges forward looking for a clothesline but Bravis ducks under it and plants Hanson with a high angle belly-to-back suplex. Again Hanson lands hard on his neck, this time at an even more awkward angle.

Trinks: Backdrop Driver! We will forever remember this as the night that Ben Hanson DIED!

Mayhem: Things don't look good for the Metal Heart. Even if he can win, I think Victor Bravis has done some severe damage. That ringside padding is so thin...

Trinks: This is only the beginning. This is just the start of what Victor Bravis can do in this company. This match alone proves that he is a real player. When he wins, I'll name him my favourite to win the whole tournament!

Hanson's body appears to be limp as Bravis scrambles to get him back into the ring. He lifts him up onto the apron and then shoves him in under the bottom rope. Bravis slides into the ring and tries to cover but Hanson has both feet clutching the bottom rope. Bravis lets out a furious roar and starts stomping on Hanson's mid-section. He then gets him up and calls for the end.

Trinks: Here it is! The biggest win over Victor Bravis' career thus far!

Bravis attempts another fireman's carry but Hanson slips off immediately. He goes for a clothesline as Bravis turns around but Bravis ducks under it. Bravis then attempts another fireman's carry but Hanson turns it into a sunset flip! Before the count, Bravis kicks Hanson with his heel in the top of the head and rolls backwards. He stands and charges, looking for a shining wizard but Hanson rolls sideways out of the way. Both men stand but Hanson gets the drop on Bravis and puts him down with a legsweep backbreaker into an STO! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT TODAY!

The audience is hot, despite having ill will towards both men. Hanson stands holding the back of his neck. He staggers sideways and catches himself on the ropes as Bravis gets up to a knee. He's dazed as hell with blood running down to his chest from his left ear. He looks up at Hanson just in time to eat a hard boot to the face sending a mist of blood out over the ropes. Hanson then gets Bravis up and plants him with a Metal Heart suplex in the form of a jackhammer and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Stan Hopeforth: Here is your winner, 'The Metal Heart' Ben Hanson!

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule cues up and the referee raises Hanson's arm high in the air. EMTs hit the ring and slide in under the bottom rope to check on Bravis. Hanson stares down at his opponent for a moment before leaving the ring.

[Mercedes Monroe]

Mayhem: I have word that the GM will be coming out here to address the Revival nation.

Trinks: Oh baby! Maybe she will show us her box!

Mayhem: As sick as you are making that, I do want to know what is in it.

Trinks: Maybe its a puppy.

Mayhem: A puppy?

Trinks: Yes! Revivals new mascot! Puppy POWA!

Mayhem: Oh why did I ask. *facepalms herself* Stan, her introduction.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentleman, The General Manager of Revival, Merrrrcedeeeees Mmmmonrrrrrrrrrrrrrroe..


The guitar riff of Alice Cooper’s “Poison” flows out and then cuts right into a part of the song and chorus.

”One look could kill...
My pain, your thrill....
I want to love you, but I better not touch...
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop....
I want to kiss you but I want it too much....
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poisonnnnnnnn......
You're poison runnin'thru my veins....
You're poison....”

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She emerges with a smile, wearing a snake skin dress with a grey bolero jacket over the shoulders of it. She is wearing black heels that show off her nice legs. She has John Ojeda carrying the “mystery box” for her. Monroe steps up the ring steps to the crowd cheering for her. Stan parts the ropes for her and she slips into the ring and motions Ojeda to come in with the box.

The crowd quiets and she grabs a mic.

Monroe: Well hello Revival!

The crowd pops.

Monroe: I hope you have enjoyed Revival thusfar! I know that I have. There is so much coming up as Revival moves forward. We will keep the tournament going to crown a new World Heavyweight Champion!

Everyone cheers as she moves around that ring excitedly on her stilettos.

Monroe: I came out here tonight to drop a few things on the Revival Nation. Number one will be the announcement of our next PPV! Tell Santa to bring you tickets to MASSACRE ON 34TH STREET! December 21st 2012 at MADISON SQUARE GARDENS in NEW YORK CITY!! Where we will crown A new Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd goes wild for the news of the PPV.

Trinks: OH my GOD. A Christmas PPV!

Mayhem: All nice Maggie but what is in that BOX!

Monroe: And the second announcement is my mystery box.

She moves towards Ojeda who holds it unimpressedly for her.

Monroe: Inside of my box is something that you will just love, BUT, I won’t be revealing my box until Violence 23! But Revival will love my gift! I can promise you that! So without further due, let’s keep Violence 22 rolling on! Ojeda, if you would please..

He holds the box and parts the ropes for her and lets her out. He hops down and follows beside her as her music starts to play again. Alice Cooper filling the arena on her exit as it cuts back to the announce table.

Trinks: I have a semi here tonight Magpie. A gift to Revival from Mercedes Monroe.

Mayhem: We will see what it is next week. I can’t imagine what would be in there. But as she said, let’s keep it rolling, off to you Stan!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is slated for one fall. Heading to the ring first... JOOOOOOOOOOE JOHNSON!!!!

”Hall of Fame" by The Script ft Will.I.Am kicks in throughout the arena as the fans react with a mixed reaction. Some begin to chant “Joe Sucks" where as some cheer as Joe Johnson walks out on to the ramp loving the mixed response from the crowd. John Carter follows behind Joe with a sinister smile on his face. Holding his arms out wide in a Jesus sort of pose, Joe has a smile on his face as he now begins his walk down to the ring. Slapping hands with some of the fans and ignoring the abuse from others. Once at the ring Joe Johnson walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the top and middle rope as John Carter makes his way around to the side of the ring where he stands. Now in the ring Joe walks over to the turnbuckle climbing up to the second rope and holds his arms out wide in a Jesus pose once again. As he jumps down he makes his way to the middle of the ring as he stands there smiling as his music fades out.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent... THE VIIIIIIIIPER AARRRRRRON BLAAAAAAAAAAIZEEEE!!!

LONG LIVE... THE REVOLUTION!!!

The crowd is stunned, and goes quiet for a moment as this HUGE "BOOOM" sound shakes the arena after hearing Blaize's voice, one commonly heard when someone "throws the switch." The lights go pitch black as the crowd jeers, flashbulbs going off randomly through out as well. The tron lights up bright white, as it flashes with red and black electric bolts. Another "BOOM" hits, and the tron goes out and the arena goes dark once more. "Last of the Real" by Stone Sour starts to play from the PA. Just as the music picks up in tone, the arena lights come back up… and AARON BLAIZE is seen on the stage!

Trinks: This guy is chuck full of awesome! I've missed him, honestly.

Mayhem: I bet you have.

The crowd is heard booing wildly now as Blaize takes his time to survey the crowd around him, scowling and cocking his head upward as he glares into the masses. Blaize then begins to saunter down the aisle, ever so slowly. The lights begin to pulsate with the beat of the song in red and golden hues. After walking through the sea of outstretched hands from this jeering crowd, Blaize finally makes it to the ring. The crowd heard booing as Blaize slowly, and methodically, stalks up the ring steps and ducks into the ring, the lights now seen quickening in their strobing. Aaron Blaize hops up onto the turnbuckle, staring into the crowd before him, looking down at them all as if they were churning his stomach. A sour expression etched over his face. He then tosses his arms out to his sides and glances skyward, closing his eyes, taking in all the negativity flowing towards him. He returns his demonic blue gaze to the crowd as he hops down and crosses the ring. Aaron hops up on the opposite turnbuckle now as another riff takes over, the lights seen spiraling and strobing around him. Blaize surveys the crowd once more with a look of disdain as "Last of the Real" fades, the lights coming back up to normal.

DING! DING!

Blaize and Johnson head for a lock up but Aaron quickly lands a nice kick into Joe‘s midsection before grabbing his wrist and twisting him around, Aaron quickly yanks Joe into him and blast a stiff elbow into the side of his head! The crowd stomps and tries to get behind Johnson, but Joe just doesn‘t seem in this as he stumbles a bit and turns right into a nasty Enzuigiri from Blaize! As Joe goes down, Aaron heads over to him on his knees and dives into Joe with a set of punches and shots to his face before he pulls him to a seat and runs, flipping over Joe and bringing him down hard over the mat by his head! The crowd boom with boos, Blaize sits up and grins out over them. He hurries up and begins to almost frantically stomp on anything he can connect with attached to Joe. His head, arms, hands, feet, legs and back!

Trinks: Dang Blaizer is on fi-yah!

Mayhem: He's in a mood alright.

Blaize stomps at him over and over, and over again before finally being forced back by the referee. Wiping his black hair from his face, Aaron leans down in a corner, watching a now dazed Joe as he fights to get back up.

Trinks: Just stay down Joe.

Mayhem: I'm pretty sure Joe Johnson has some fight left em, jeez Rich.

As Joe finally stands, the crowd explode as Blaize charges in and looks for a falling cutter, but Johnson shoves him off and Aaron crashes back first over the mat, rushing up as Joe runs into him with a diving shoulder block! The crowd roars as Johnson sits up, his teeth showing as he cringes and grabs up a stunned Aaron into a rear chin lock, pumping elbow shots down into the crown of Aaron‘s head, Joe finally shoves him away. Blaize grabbing at his head as he scrambles up in frustrated anger, he turns and Joe charges in and jumps in the air, connecting flush with a beautiful dropkick to Aaron‘s chest! Blaize tumbles from the ring, Johnson falling to a knee and shaking the cobwebs from his head.

Trinks: Okay, I revert my last remark.

Mayhem: Told ya so...

Trinks: What's this third grade now?!

Mayhem: That's what I ask myself every Violence, Richie.

Trinks: Touche...

Blaize grabs at the apron and pulls himself up, he slams a fist into the side of the ring in anger and rolls back in. As he stands Joe is back up and goes to town, the crowd behind him as Johnson fires into Aaron with an array of nice punches before grabbing his wrist and tugging Aaron around for an Irish whip! The crowd‘s cheering goes to boos however as Blaize reverses the whip, keeping a hold on Joe he pulls him around in a 360 and yanks on his head, slapping Johnson down over the canvas face first with his Trail Blaizer falling cutter!

Mayhem: That was sudden...

Trinks: AH HA HA! Told me so?! TOLD ME SO?!

Mayhem: Chill out.

The crowd is stunned, an angry Aaron Blaize sits up on his knees and wipes the hair from his face. His evil blue eyes pierce into the fallen Joe Johnson, who has obviously rubbed him the wrong way with his high octane assault. Blaize waste no time in grabbing up Joe and yanking him to a stand, from there he keeps the crowd booing as he lays into Joe with a set of Thai kicks, then crunches a few back hands and punches before grabbing the wrist and slapping into Johnson with a short armed lariat, quickly as the lariat connects Blaize turns it into a spinning bulldog!

Trinks: Nice! The man is genius in there!

Mayhem: Joe Johnson is in a bad way people...

Aaron kicks at the fallen Joe Johnson, who is battered and hurting as he still fights to try and grab at the ropes and get up. Aaron backs away, an evil smirk over his face he allows the fighting Joe to pull his way to towards the ropes. As Joe gets to the ropes and starts to pull up, the crowd literally rumble with noise as Finale jumps the barricade... whilst the referee is busy tryin to keep Blaize back. Finale grabs Joe's head and slams him face down into the canvas!!!

Trinks: What is Finale up to?!

Mayhem: Assuring Joe doesn't make it through tonight, apparently! Jesus... he coulda broke his nose!

Blaize moves by the ref and quickly drags Johnson out of the ropes. Blaize sneers before latching on the Eternal Sin!

Trinks: The Sin's locked in baby. O-V-E-R.

Mayhem: That is such a nasty hold...

Refusing to give, Joe Johnson eventually fades and the referee drops his hand three times before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner, AAAARRRRRRRON BLAAAAAIZEEEE!!!

As Blaize stands with his arm raised, his icy blue eyes glare down over the fallen Joe Johnson. Who comes to a seat clutching his jaw and coughing in agony. Aaron stands with a huge smirk as he sarcastically claps and tries to start a "WAY-TO-GO-JOE!" chant... Finale slides into the ring and shakes his head before then suddenly runs in and kicks Joe in the side of his ribs! CRACK! Johnson goes down and Finale goes off on him, punching away with a fever...Aaron watches on until he stoops a little and waits. Skull shot! A kick to the side of the head!

Mayhem: Blaize is disgusting, I mean for what?! The match is over, he won. Finale is just out of control here!

Trinks: Aaron is proving a point, oh here's come Mercedes militia! Ha ha ha!

Finale is yanked off Johnson however as the new GM's brand new crew of security hits the ring with good speed. John Ojeda is at the head of it! Him and Finale lock up, exchanging blows!

Trinks: Mercedes is using John Ojeda as her lead muscle! Lucky bastard!

Monroe’s voice comes from the stage as she starts angrily shouting.

Monroe: Stop it! Finale, Johnson!

As they work to separate the two competitors, Revival's show is cut backstage. We see Myke Adams, his face painted up ready for action as he gazes straight forward from his seat along a fold out steel chair. Before him sits a rather dizzy looking Sydney LaRoux... Her fingers running through Myke's wetted long black hair.

Myke Adams: I hope you're not mad, I just couldn't let you go through with it. He wasn't out there to just compete, he wanted to hurt you worse.

Sydney LaRoux: It's okay dadd...y...y...

Syd goes to fall forward, dazed out a bit but Myke catches her. He stands up and then kneels down to one knee beside her. Syd blinking a few times before she grimaces.

Myke Adams: You really shouldn't have went out there tonight, I should have never...

Sydney LaRoux: No. No baby, I wanted to try... I have wanted to get at Trey for some time now. I had to go out there.

Myke Adams: But your head, and now the qualifier... I ruined that for you.

Sydney LaRoux: No... You didn't.

LaRoux smiles softly, still a daze in those eyes... she kisses Myke right over his painted lips. Adams' mask of paint cannot even hide the smile that crosses his face, Syd touching at his hair once more as she softly says.

Sydney LaRoux: I still get to watch you fly...

Myke Adams: Yea?

Sydney nods a bit and pulls him in for a hug. As she digs her face in his neck and takes a long inhale of his scent, she muffles her voice speaking before she pulls away from him.

Sydney LaRoux: Oh yeah. Go out there and do your thing Supes. I will be fine, I'm gonna sit back here and watch you thrill em all.

Myke Adams: Consider it done...

And on that note Adams stands up and nods a bit, he stops in the doorway and stares back at his lover. Sydney with her eyes narrow, and pain etched on her face. Myke goes to re-enter but she waves him back and gets a bit stern.

Sydney LaRoux: GO! I'm fine, promise. Go win this one for me.

Myke nods slightly, his lips part as he whispers. "Anything... for you." And heads out of sight, after he's gone Sydney leans forward and buries her head into her palms. We fade back to ringside...

Mayhem: We have order restored here now..I think. That video there is just heartbreaking Richie.

Trinks: She just looks bad tonight, does she have a tumor or something?

Mayhem: That's not even funny Rich... And I am not sure what exactly the deal is. I just know she didn't seem to upset about what happened earlier tonight.

Trinks: Ya mean when her little clown boy ruined her chance at the World title?!

Mayhem: Not in those terms, but sorta yes.

Trinks: Well no worries Magpie, he's about to have his chances ruined too. Anson LaRue ain't no joke, and Tinkerbell is gonna be doing anything but laughing...

Mayhem: That didn't even make sense.

Trinks: Bah, Stan is ready to go. Time to watch a Devil do his deed... Muh ha ha.

Mayhem: You fruitcake.

Trinks gasp as Stan takes over...

Stan Hopeforth: Time for our night's final contest! And the final qualifier for the GM's World title tourney... Hitting the ring first from Maryland.... THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN... MYYYYYYKE AAADAMSSSSS!!!

The crowd screams towards the entrance way in cheers now, Slipknot's Grammy winning tune, "Before I Forget" having just started to pound itself through the P.A. system. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the arena goes near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white light at the entrance way we can see fans rush to the safety barricade and wait as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like state of multi-colors with the song's thumping opening. The lights continue to go "wild" as they flash erratically. The song picks up tempo as the curtain draws back and "The Suicidal Superman" Myke Adams comes charging out. Myke has his chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, dark blue, and charcoal gray. His face hidden almost behind a messy paint job done in wild colors. He comes to a stop, getting his adrenaline going with the tone set by Slipknot's aggressive tune...

"GOOOOOOOO!!!"

Shouts the song's singer and Slipknot front man Corey Taylor as Adams' teeth shining white in contrast to the paint over his face as he clinches them together with an almost energetic yet angry look of determination over his face, he stops and stares out over the crowd for just a mere moment. Then throttles it down the aisle way, his head bobbing with the music's sound as the song continues playing out. The crowd in a frenzy as Myke tags every outstretched hand he can manage as he charges the ring just in time for the chorus to cue up... He slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs the top rope with his right hand, he throws his left fist high with authority and glares over the crowd as he slowly raises his left brow. Energy etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Myke then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. His hair flying around in a color mess as the 'Human Highlight Reel' begins thrashing his neck and head about, letting the music fuel his energetic arrival to the ring. He jumps backward now and twist in mid-air, as he lands with great agility flush on both feet and rushes across the ring to scale the second turnbuckle in a single leap. He lands without effort and bangs his head around some more! The crowd screaming loud and cheering vigorously at him as he hops from the turnbuckles, as Slipknot starts to die off the P.A. The Superman of Revival twist his neck around some, backing into a corner as his body sways back and fourth with a bit of a calm, yet frighteningly, energetic stance as he glares with and eager intent towards the entrance way.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Queens... ANSON LAAAAAAARUEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The lights get dim and smoke fills the entrance area. A shot of Rickers Island comes on over the titantron. My Moment blares over the PA system.

You see I been waiting Waiting on that time Feel me if you been waiting on yours That moment…Is close
Tired of living day to day like everything is alright Just waiting on that moment Waiting on my moment

As the chorus plays Anson stands at the entrance with his hood up moving to the beat. Once 2 Chains verse pops, Anson makes his way down the entrance to the ring.

Old dude met mom it was on Then he named me over a phone, prison term Live and learn, sippin’ syrup with my vision blurred Take this cup of reality, niggas finna err When you start from the bottom you can see the top So when you get to it, don’t let ‘em see the spot Next thing you know you lookin’ for a rent sign Upper echelon, bitch we skip line I remember reminiscing in the kitchen like I wonder when the Braves gon’ win it I wonder when the Falcons gon’ get here Pyrex vison, made more than I ever made with DTP this year

Once in the ring Anson goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second and raises his arms alla Randy Orton. The chorus plays as Anson steps down and stares at Adams now awaiting the bell.

DING! DING!

Trinks: This should be interesting, but Tinkerbell is one dead fairy. Ya don't fudge with the devil Mag!

Mayhem: LaRue is not the devil, no matter what he says Rich. But tonight we may just get the two confused. Anson did say he was looking to brutalize Myke.

In the ring the two men glide out of their corners and land into a tie up, they jockey for the upper hand. Back and fourth they stagger about the ring until LaRue knee lifts Adams. Another big time knee lift, and another, another... And then a fourth! Anson finishing that set of four knees with a brutal back elbow across the back of Myke's neck! Adams stumbling forward and sliding over both knees on the mat. The crowd behind Adams, and hating on Anson as LaRue charges in and wraps up Myke from behind. A choke of sorts locked in as the ref checks on the grip. Anson LaRue glaring at the ref as he squeezes more on Myke's throat.

Trinks: That's a blatant choke, I love that!

Mayhem: I can't believe the ref is allowing it.

Trinks: Ya don't fuck with the devil, Magz.

Mayhem: Right... Okay.

The crowd goes nuts as Adams suddenly breaks free somehow and turns as he dives into Anson, the two tumbling backwards and into the turnbuckles. Myke begins to punch at LaRue wildly, the referee trying to break them apart only to be shoved backward by a random elbow from Myke. Anson manages to get to his knees and shove Adams back a bit, Myke is right back over him swinging away. The referee getting back in the mix as he tries to separate them. Pulling Myke back just enough to open the window for Anson who dives into Myke’s midsection and the two go twisting through the ropes and down over the arena floor! The referee calling for order.

Trinks: This is turning very fist fighty.

Mayhem: Yeah, ya kinda get the sense this one won't sit well regardless of the outcome.

Anson bails from the fist exchange and slides under the ropes, Myke follows him in and almost immediately, LaRue throttles him in the gut with a vicious knee, doubling the Suicidal Superman over. The crowd begins with massive heat directed at Anson as he then grabs Adams’ neck and twirls it around, falling to the canvas in a twisting neck breaker. Anson then begins to stomp away at the fallen superstar mercilessly, the crowd now firmly behind Myke as the chants erupt throughout for him.

Trinks: These people just love that flip machine... Show some respect, Anson LaRue is getting the clinic started!

Boos overtake the chants now as Anson stalks around, facing a now recovering Adams as he rolls to his hands and knees on the mat. LaRue squares off and charges in, connecting a nasty kick to the side of the now flailing risk-taker. Anson smiles sadistically now, clearly relishing the hatred pouring his way from the riled crowd. He closes his eyes and spreads his arms out to his sides, almost laughing now. LaRue turns around once more, giving chase after the grounded Adams, who has begun to try and roll a bit to gain some space. Anson is then taken by surprise as he’s rolled up into a small package by Adams!

ONE!
TW... No!

Mayhem: Quick roll up there by Myke!

Anson LaRue rolls out of the move, the crowd heard cheering now as Adams is getting back into the match up. Adams stands now, clutching his ribs. Both men then lock up in the center of the ring, Anson seemingly out-powering Myke as he backs him towards the corner. With a desperate shove, Adams creates distance between the two, and then nails LaRue with a European uppercut. As Anson staggers, Myke leaps onto the second rope and twists around in mid-air, connecting to the face of LaRue with a springboard drop kick. The crowd cheers wildly as Adams get to his feet, pumping a fist in the air. Myke drags Anson to his feet and hooks the head under his arm, hitting a picture perfect snap suplex. He holds the position in a pin fall attempt!

ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!!!

Trinks: Dang another quick pin there from Fruitcups!

Mayhem: Myke is trying to change the pace in there, these pins he knows won't get the win. But they by him space, time, and breaths.

Anson kicks out, much to the dismay of the crowd. Adams looks back at LaRue as he stands up, wearily. Myke lurches forward, taking Anson up from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder as Myke throws a hand up, signaling the coming of the Egobreaker, the crowd now heard screaming wildly... But Anson LaRue quickly twist around and hammers away at the head of Adams with wild elbows, making him break the attempted Egobreaker. Anson falls forward as Adams staggers backwards, shaking away the cobwebs. Suddenly LaRue screams out like a crazed warrior and charges into Myke, the impact of them colliding sends the Suicidal Superman tumbling through the ropes and onto the apron, LaRue quickly ducking through the ropes as he looks angered and grabs up Adams as Myke uses the ropes to gain footing along the apron of the ring. Anson suddenly sends a quiet through the arena as he hooks Myke into a headlock styled grapple before dropping from the apron and bringing Myke flush down over the arena floor with a brainbuster like DDT aka the DOWNGRADE!!!

Trinks: WOW! That had to scramble Tink's head! What a vile move!

Mayhem: Very brutal, the Downgrade he calls it.

Anson LaRue sits up, Adams is spilled over the arena floor like a cracked egg. The crowd booing loudly as Anson stands and pulls up the Suicidal Superman, rolling him into the ring before he slides in himself and makes a heavy lateral press for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE... NO!

Trinks: Foot!

The ref points to the ropes, where Myke’s foot is seen resting. Anson’s face contorts out of rage as he glares over at Adams’ foot. He then stands, getting into the face of the ref. LaRue looks like a man possessed now as he stalks the referee around the ring, arguing and yelling in his direction.

Mayhem: He better just keep at Myke in there, he's got Adams down... Just keep it that way!

Anson continues to bicker with the ref, Myke has got the crowd back behind him as he somehow managed to land a brilliantly executed KIP UP to a weary stand. Anson finally turns at the sudden heightened cheering from the crowd only to greet a very off balance, yet wicked super kick from Myke! The crowd roaring now with cheers!

Trinks: Egoshredder... Oh the pain of watching! Why Anson, WHY?!

Mayhem: He should have just stay after it...

LaRue rolls on the mat to the side as Myke attempts to get back to his feet, using the ropes. He manages to stand, but as soon as he lets go of the ropes, he falls back to the mat, clutching at his head, grimacing. The crowd is still behind Adams however even with the Downgrade‘s mean effects from falling from apron to arena floor. Myke gets to his hands and knees and then to his feet. He struggles, but manages to climb to the top of the turnbuckle. Myke signals to the crowd and then leaps into the air, flying almost in slow motion as he crashes down over Anson with a awe inspiring SWANTON BOMB! The crowd is electric as Adams hooks the leg of LaRue and bangs his colorful hair around with each pound of the referee‘s hand to the mat.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner, and our FINAL qualifier... MYYYYYYKE ADAMS!!!

Trinks: Tinkerbell... ugh he does it again somehow!

Mayhem: Very good contest, I can't wait to actually see them go at it again down the road!

Myke gets his arm raised, but he grimaces... still feeling that brainbuster DDT off the apron. He heads out of the ring and tags some hands along the aisle way. Celebrating his win with Revival Nation. In the ring we see a tight shot of an angered LaRue... on both elbows as he glares through the ropes and watches Adams make his exit.

Trinks: that is it for us here at Revival. Stay Happenin Homies! Trinks and Magpie- OUT.

The Revival HBO logo arises and the scene fades on a shaking, fuming, and nearly spitting Anson Larue.