Resurrection: Episode oo1

[REVIVAL]

[Off Air Dark Match]

Holli Would vs. REVI Squad

This opening match saw Holli Would get the win over The REVI SQUAD (Captain D, ScottyTheBody and Puffin Daddy) after ScottyTheBody opened the match strongly in a tag team style series of moves with Captain D. Puffin Daddy began with scoop slams, and european styled uppercuts against Holli Would before she took her counter on Puffin Daddy to the outside, however, when the fluid tags started between the other two, they didnt count on Holli managing to drop toe hold Captain D to the mat before she followed up to ScottyTheBody with a jumping butt bump, which knocked him back, before Would went up top. Puffin Daddy sprinted in from outside for the save and Holli caught him and gripped around the head, and then leapt, leaving Puffin Daddy in the mat with a tornado DDT. She then rolled up his leg for a pin.

Winner: Holli Would

The lights cue up to the sound of Halestorm- “Freak Like Me”. The drums and guitars start up to the logo for Resurrection that is displayed. They battle in for a good 10 seconds to clips of various flashes of the current and older roster superstars.

”I’M ON THE TRAIN THATS PULLIN’ THE SICK AND TWISTED!”

The face of the old Anti-Establishment Myke loads up with Aaron Blaize at his side when they were destroying Revival. It flips to Rian Valiant getting his ass beat next. After that, it shows with vending machine crushing Sullivan Aimes.

”MAKING THE MOST OF THE RIDE BEFORE WE GET ARRESTED!”

It cuts to Ben Hanson destroying Sheree Washington’s new car all up. The image then switches to Sam Hessingstock literally getting arrested and the pickets at the old Revival.

”WE’RE ALL WASTED...AND WE’RE NOT GOING HOME TONIGHT. ”

Tyler Knight is seen with Kaori pregnant which transitions to Mercedes and Bob Pooler in the ring and Mercedes giving an ass wiggle to the fans in her business attire.

”COVERED IN BLACK WE LACK THE SOCIAL GRACES..JUST LIKE AN ANIMAL..WE CRAWL OUT OF OUR CAGES. THEY CAN’T TAME US! SO IF YOU’RE ONE OF US..GET ON THE BUS!”

Sydney LaRoux is in the cage with Ben bloody and beaten. Bomber is betrayed by Holli Would in the middle of the ring before everyone and they close in on his face.

”IF YOU’RE A FREAK LIKE ME..WAVE YOUR FLAG.. IF YOU’RE A FREAK LIKE ME.. GET OFF YOUR ASS!”

We pan out from Bomber's betrayal and into the very end of REVIVAL; Sam Hessingstock holding a knife to the throat of the dog before it cutting away. The former Board Member being led away in handcuffs, and various shots of protesting PETA members. It cuts away to a weathered billboard advertising the former VIOLENCE show.

”IT’S OUR TIME NOWWWWW!”

A lone figure emerges from the shadows; a bright light hiding their identity. The video fades out and into a massive "RESURRECTION" logo on the screen.

Maggie Mayhem: Hello and Welcome to Revival’s web episode of RESURRECTION! Me and Richie Trinks are back here to bring you the straight edge of Revival.

Trinks: At least, straighter..That Damn Sam Hessingstock ripped away the Mack Daddy’s Jay-Oh-Bee. Hopefully they still behead in England!

Mayhem: I don’t think they do Richie, but what matters is we are back! We have a full roster of some of your old favorites and some new talent that has signed on. We have a big show tonight because the Legacy Title is on the line! Sydney LaRoux takes on The British Bomber.

Trinks: Rematch number 94,870,923 Magz. Get to the good stuff, like our new GM and my girlfriend Ashley! Formerly Alyx..who used to be just a symbol! A sex kitten symbol! RAWR!

Mayhem: Give it up Richie, she just isn’t that into you.

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

Mayhem: And here is the new GM, Mercedes Monroe!

Trinks: SHA-WING! MISTRESS MONROE!

”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' through 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 as her steps bring her towards the Revival Ring. She steps up delicates and straddles a rope between her legs before she moves into the ring.

The crowd quiets and she grabs a mic.

Monroe: Welcome to REVIVAL’s Resurrection! We are back online after some serious investing in our future and coming to you here in the United Center! We have so much planned for you tonight! The Legacy Title is up to be crowned and you will get to see the bitter rivalry between the Cowboy and the Bad Boy up close and personal!

Crowd: Bane! Bane! Bane!

Monroe: Yes, Mac Bane is here tonight! And I have some new talent that will be making a first time appearance here on Resurrection. Nate Webb! The Reaper! And Wolfgang Slayde...as well as so many more back there just waiting for the chance to shine. This time we will do REVIVAL right..!

The lights suddenly flicker and black out to darkness before returning back on to Mercedes Monroe in the ring.

Monroe: Apparently we are sucking all the power out of Chi-Town with the crowd tonight!

The crowd pops as Monroe walks around the ring slowly looking out over everyone.

Monroe: So sit back...and enjoy the Show! We hope it will be the first of many...many more to come!

She hands the mic back to Stan Hopeforth and the slides herself back out of the ring with a wave to the crowd. Her stilettos making easy work of the steps and back the way she had come. It picks up on the Revival commentators table with Mayhem and Trinks.

Trinks: I believe..I have a semi..

Mayhem:If you keep talking like that your career will become a semi, Trinks.

Trinks: No fear. I put butts in seats! I am un-fire..able MAGZ!

Mayhem: We will see about that. But here we go folks! We’re kicking off the action tonight with a one on one contest between two of the more … interesting members of this roster.

Trinks: Come on Magz, THIS is the way we’re starting up the reunion tour?

Maggie Mayhem: Let’s just send it over to the ring so we can get this show on the road!

[REVIVAL]

“My Way” by Limp Bizkit kicks in around the arena as the crowd instantly start booing.

"This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway"

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California … Wolfgang Slayde!

Slayde walks out to the boos and just smirks sadistically as he makes his way down to the ring. He ignores the crowd totally focused on the ring. Once at the ring he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the top and middle rope. Once in the ring Wolfgang just stands there fully focused on the match that's about to happen as his music fades out.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent …

Stan turns towards the entranceway as the sound of Gregorian monks begin to chant. It takes a moment or two before the crowd realizes that they’re chanting, “With or Without You”. No sooner does this become obvious than Brodasali saunters out from the back.

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from Fate, Texas … Brodasali!

Brodasali continues his slow, almost hypnotic, walk down the entranceway before making his way into the ring.


Mayhem: Two of the newest faces to join Revival right here Richie!

Trinks: Hey, I hear that Wolfy over there is a dirty ex-cop who did some time in the clink …

Mayhem: Focus Richie, it’s going to be a long night!

Trinks: When I think about you, I touch myself.

The bell rings, and Brodasali charges at Slayde, only to be met with a series of kicks to the chest! Slayde quickly slips behind the enigmatic fighter and hurls him backward with a German suplex, folding Brodasali up like an accordion!

Mayhem: Slayde means business here! More than business, he wants to send a message, look at that!

Slayde has already hauled Brodasali back up, and pulls him into position, lifting him up and onto his shoulder. He makes a cut throat signal with his left hand and then leaps into the air, bringing Brodasali down stomach first with the Warrant Served! Instead of going for the cover, Wolfgang rolls back over the top of Brodasali and grabs hold of his arm. It looks as though Slayde is trying to lock in the Kimura Lock that he likes to call, Rough Justice. Slayde does manage to lock it in and Brodasali tries to tough out the pain but taps out after only seconds in the move.

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of this match … Wolfgaaaaaang Slaaaaaaaayde!

Mayhem: Slayde picks up the very first win in Revival Richie, and he did it in dominating fashion; he's on a roll!

Trinks: He’s not done yet though Mags; looks like he’s not quite done with Brodasali …

Slayde has refused to release the hold on Brodasali’s arm and the referee is threatening to reverse his decision if Slayde doesn’t let go. The referee begins counting,

One …

Two …

Three …

CRRRRRRRRRRACK!

The fans, who at this point had been booing, go silent as Slayde releases the hold on Brodasali and rolls away and up to his feet. Brodasali’s eyes are open wide with shock, his arm bent at an awkward angle and the referee throwing up his arms like an X.

Mayhem: Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. Slayde had the win, but he just broke a man’s arm for no good reason.

Trinks: You ask me, he did it to send a message to all the others in the back. Wolfgang Slayde isn’t a guy to mess around with. Consider that, a message received! I hear we are going backstage to Jessica King and Ashley Laroux.

The cameras come to life with Jessica King who stars in her own little interview show on Revival. She stands beside Ashley Laroux with her mic ready. She begins once that red light comes on.

Jessica King: I am here with Ashley Laroux. Ashley, I want to get a real quick thought on tonight and how it feels to be back in the same place that has haunting memories for you?

Ashley fidgets a bit and she sighs softly.

Ashley Laroux: It feels...It feels like not finding a treasure chest in Zelda, Jess. I mean I get the creeps even walking in here. But, this is what I need to do to overcome and redeem myself. I want Revival to know that I was innocent in everything that happened. I was drugged and used, and though that is barely an excuse, I just want to make things right. With Revival and with the fans.

Jessica King: That will be very hard to do and take some time, but I think your heart is in the right place. Good Luck tonight against Claude.

Ashley Laroux: Thank you Jessica.

She starts to walk away and Jessica turns to the camera.

Jessica King: Love her or Hate her, she will be up later tonight... back to you Maggie and Ritchie.

[REVIVAL]

Mayhem: I feel for her. It has to be really hard walking in here tonight with everything that happened before.

Trinks:*Blows Kisses to Ashley* Muhwa! Muhwa! She will be back on top in no time. I am your biggest fan pumpkinnose!

Mayhem: Pumpkin-nose? Oh Brother! Stan, please, please save us from this PDA!

Stan Hopeforth: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first …

The King of Pain by Loudness plays on the PA system as Sarissa Camarillo comes through the curtain followed by Ishimaru Junichiro. Junichiro stops at the top of the ramp and lets out a war cry then raises both arms in the air as gold and silver pyros shoot off behind Ishimaru Junichiro.

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring, from Fukuoka, Japan … Ishimaruuuuu Junichiiiiiro!

Sarissa Camarillo heads down to the ring with Ishimaru Junichiro comming down to the ring behind her. Sarissa Camarillo climbs up the stairs and then holds the ropes open as Ishimaru Junichiro then climbs up the stairs then enters the ring. Sarissa Camarillo removes Ishimaru Junichiro's leather jacket for him then gives him a kiss on the cheek. Ishimaru Junichiro stands ready for his match while Sarissa Camarillo exits the ring and stands in the corner.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent …

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch blares through the arena loudspeaker which is them simultaneously accompanied by a wall of pyro. After the pyro goes down Nathan is shown standing on the entrance ramp along with Rose Acantha standing at Nathan's side.

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana … the Cold Spider … Nathaaaan Webb!

Both proceed down the ramp at a methodical pace (if the opponent is in the ring Nathan will motion to him and then either shape his fingers into a gun and pretend to fire or put his thumb to his throat and making a cutting motion across his throat). If the opponent is not in the ring Nathan will move into the far corner and sit on the turnbuckle while Rose moves to the outside and takes her place waiting for the opponent to reach the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: And their opponent …

The lights dim as Black Tongue by Mastodon comes on over the pa system. The crowd erupts into boos as Reaper comes out onto the stage.

Stan Hopeforth: From Hellgate Mountain, Arizona … he is … the Reaper!

Dressed in his trademark hooded long rider he keeps his head down paying no heed to the fans. Instead he just marches down to the ring before jumping from the floor straight up to the apron. Then placing a hand on the top rope he jumps up and over the top rope and lands in the ring. He flips his hood back showing the grim skeletal metal face covering his own. Reaper slowly, methodically paces the ring looking at the fans who are booing him so for "ruining" the image of their fallen hero. Reaper just smirks as he unhooks the mask and takes off the long rider. Sitting both items in the corner as he stretches and readies himself for his match.

Mayhem: This match looks to be an exciting one, folks!

Trinks: Sure does. You got the anti-hero Webb, the ‘Asian Sensation’ Ishi-something-or-other, and then you’ve got a talented badass in the Reaper! I like where this is going!

Mayhem: Really? It’s Ishimaru Junichiro … be a little more multicultural … think globally.

Trinks: God, I don't care. Call yourself something I can pronounce and we’ll talk, ya?

Junichiro, Reaper and Webb size one another up. Three-way matches always seem to start slo- IN COMES REAPER WITH A DROPKICK TO JUNICHIRO'S KNEES!

Trinks: Reaper starting off the way he knows best! Bringing the pain!

After an arm-trap, Reaper begins to rain pain down on Junichiro, repeated elbow smashes to the crown of the skull! Even as Webb tries to figure out what's happening, Reaper lets go of the bodyscissors and pops up, stomping Junichiro and rolling his ass out of the ring!

Mayhem: Junichiro out early with what could end up being a possible concussion! Can Reaper or Webb capitalize and pick up the win?

Reaper looks like he’s going to try, as he grins and beckons Webb on with both hands, before stepping forward and drawing a line across the center of the ring with one foot. Webb, to his credit, sets his jaw and marches forward, fists coming up into a defensive posture. Webb and Reaper move up to meet one another, and true to his word, the very moment that Webb crosses that line, Reaper lashes out with furious jabs! Webb does his best to block the punches, but they’re coming so fast and furiously that many find their way to his head and upper body.

Trinks: Reaper's got punches like a prizefighter! Man, this guy is great to watch!

Mayhem: He's far from the only man able to throw a good punch in Revival Richie.

Reaper ducks and weaves as Webb goes for a missed lockup, and Reaper's furious fists rain pain in on Webb' midsection and ribs! Reaper rushes in, spinning as he does, and cracks the back of his elbow directly into Webb's nose!

Webb staggers back, clutching his face, and Reaper rushes in, going for an ankle but coming out with a whole leg! Reaper grins, one hand coming up to motion in a circle for a legwhip ... but Webb leaps into the air, snapping a kick right into the side of Reaper’s temple!

Mayhem: ENZIGUIRI! Momentum reverser, right there!

Reaper stumbles back, and Webb rushes in, head ducking low and arms coming out to grab at the waist, going driving his shoulder into the midsection of Reaper, driving him backwards into the nearby corner. Webb stands back up, cocks back and just drills Reaper in the face with a vicious open hand slap. Reaper comes right back at him but Webb blocks the retaliation, spins Reaper around and shoves him chest first into the turnbuckles. Reaper rebounds back out where Webb locks him up around the waist, pops his hips and sends Reaper up and over with a textbook German suplex! Webb pushes up onto his toes, keeping the move locked in and going for the first pin of the match …

One …

Two …

Reaper manages to kick out just after the two count.

Mayhem: Listen to the fans! They’re really getting behind Webb tonight!

Webb stalks behind Reaper, who’s getting back to his feet, and leaps onto him, quickly locking in the Cold Squeeze! With bulging eyes and a clawing set of hands, Reaper is slowly trying to crawl towards the ropes. Agonizing, he manages to crawl his way towards the ringropes, his fingers just inches from them! His face going beet-red, neck straining under Webb's vicious choking grasp...

Trinks: Holy crap … Webb actually might win this!

Mayhem: NO!!!! JUNICHIRO BREAKS IT UP!

Indeed, ‘the Beast’ lands atop both men with a splashing elbow drop to Reaper's face and Webb' back! Webb is forced to let go, leaving Reaper grasping at his throat.

Junichiro backs up, beckoning both his opponents up. Reaper rolls to his knees, grabbing the ringropes as he does so. Webb ends up in a crouch, rubbing where Junichiro had landed only moments before. Reaper, deciding he’d rather let the other two beat on each other for a moment, rolls to the outside in an attempt to recover a bit.

Junichiro and Webb close in on one another and manage a tie up! Junichiro shoves Webb back into the ring corner, before ducking and slamming a shoulder into Webb's stomach! Then another! And another!

Mayhem: Repeated shoulder-smashes in the corner! The impact to Webb's back, the impact to his stomach ... And Junichiro knows exactly how to take advantage!

Trinks: And this is knockin' the wind out of him!

Junichiro reaches up, grabbing a headlock and rushing out of the corner before leaping, smashing Webb down with a bulldog!

A quick glance to the outside, shows Reaper jaw jacking with a fan. Giving Junichiro the opening he needs; he grabs Webb and pulls him back to his feet, before going to Irish whip Webb off ... Webb holds on, twisting in place and whipping Junichiro across the ring instead. Webb leaps and nails a spinning leg kick right to the face of Junichiro!

Mayhem: I think Reaper is getting distracted on the outside! This could be a two-man-match from here on out!

Trinks: Hey, wouldn't you? Look at the chest on the girl he's chatting up!

Junichiro, scrambles up as Webb beckons him, and the Beast rushes in, hooking a DEEP armdrag and sending Webb off and across the ring! Webb is quick to get back to his feet as Junichiro goes for another armdrag! Webb lands, but scrambles back up. He isn’t go to take this lying down …

Mayhem: IN COMES JUNICHIRO!

And as Junichiro comes rushing in, he slips behind Webb, grabbing hold and going for a Saito suplex!

Trinks: WEBB COUNTERS!

flipping up and over, landing on his feet and as Junichiro turns around he leaps and nails him with a Pele kick! The crowd are up on their feet and Webb rolls over to Junichiro and goes for another pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Reaper had been waiting for just this moment. He slides into the ring just after the impact, and as Webb pins and gets distracted, Reaper rushes in and stomps Webb right in the lower abdomen to break up the pin!

Mayhem: Oh, come ON!

Trinks: What? Ref didn't see nothin'. I didn't either. Reaper just broke up a pin attempt!

And Reaper is quick to grab Webb by the back of the head, lifting him up off the mat. Reaper grabs the waistband of Webb's trunks, turns, and rushes into the ring corner, dragging the Cold Spider with him for a quick throw... SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

As Nathan Webb staggers back out of the ring corner, Reaper takes a few dancing steps back, preparing his Alpha and Omega. Webb turns and Reaper comes flying in with an elbow to the side of the head dropping Webb to his knees. Reaper then bounces off the ropes, coming back in with a full head of steam that he uses to drive his knee right into Nathan’s face!

Webb drops to the mat, slack and motionless! Reaper goes for a simple lateral pin, but it should be enough. The ref slides in …

ONE!

TWO!

T-NO!

Webb mightily throws a shoulder up, forcing Reaper's pin to break! Reaper snarls, and places a forearm across Nathan's face ... THEN GRINDS THE ULNA ACROSS WEBB'S NASAL BRIDGE!

Again and again, Reaper grinds that forearm in! And as Webb brings his arms up to guard...

Mayhem: Cross armbreaker!

Trinks: Webb is gonna tap! He's gotta tap!

Reaper has the legs wrapped around perfectly, is grippin' the wrist nicely, and arching back with lethal intent. Webb howls, trying to break free...

AND JUNICHIRO IS THE UNLIKELY SAVIOR! RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE DROP TO REAPER'S HEAD!

Reaper rolls free, immediately tangling himself in the ropes to force the ref to get Junichiro away from him! The Beast growls and curls his lip, trying to rush in to capitalize, but is shoved back by the referee!

And that gives Reaper the perfect opportunity to rush in, leaping past the referee to snap a beautiful step-up kneestrike into the side of Junichiro’s head! Junichiro crumples, and Reaper cackles, diving atop and going for the pin …

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

This time, it's Nathan Webb saving Junichiro's bacon! The superstar drops onto Reaper with a double axe handle smash, and as Reaper breaks the pin, Webb stomps away, but Reaper blocks a kick and rolls away and into the ropes again.

Mayhem: Reaper sure is fast to scramble out of harms way!

Trinks: I would be too!

Mayhem: Are you saying you have some respect for-

Trinks: Nope! I'm saying anything …

Reaper moves out of the ropes and Junichiro is fast to begin hammering blows into Reaper's jaw, and as the two fight... Another person rises without being noticed!

Trinks: Oh, don't tell me that Webb is gonna do something dumb here!

Webb rises in the opposite ring corner, leaps off and …

Mayhem: WEBB GOING FOR A HUGE WHISPER IN THE WIND!

Webb comes flying down onto the crowd ... And Junichiro sidesteps! Reaper takes the full brunt of the move, and goes crashing down to the ground! Almost as if on purpose, Reaper even ends up rolling under the ring ropes!

Trinks: Junichiro has Webb!

Junichiro pulls Webb to his feet and drives a foot into his midsection, doubling him over. Junichiro sets him in place before lifting him up high and …

Mayhem: Don’t blink Richie, because this just might be it!

Junichiro looks at Reaper before leaping up and landing on his bottom, driving Webb’s head into the canvas.

Mayhem: JUNICHIRO HIT THE KAMIKAZI! GAME, SET AND MATCH!

With his eyes still locked on the barely moving Reaper, Junichiro makes the cover and hooks both legs for good measure.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner … the Beast … Ishmimaaaaaru … Juuuuuunichiro

Mayhem: A good start to Junichiro's time here in Revival there Richie!

Trinks: Yeah, but you still gotta feel bad for Webb. Dude put up a good fight but couldn’t get the win when it counted.

Mayhem: He brought a lot to the ring, but it just wasn't enough. Maybe next time, Webb! Oh. There is something developing in the back...

[REVIVAL]

The camera comes online but is bouncing, it becomes apparent that the camera man is running through the maze of corridors until he comes to a stop and slides out carefully to capture two people deep in conversation. As the camera is focused the hand of Mac Bane drops to his side from brushing the cheek of Holli Would his onetime girlfriend. She never flinches or shows any emotion but from the twitching of her cheek there is something in turmoil beneath the surface.

Mac Bane: Look Holli, I’m not trying to cause you any problems. It’s been a long time since I saw you last and I wanted to catch up.

She looks up at him as fiercely defiant as ever, it’s one of the things he always liked about her was that defiance.

Holli Would: It has been a while cowboy, what have you been up to?

Mac Bane: Aww you know, was really beginning to enjoy retirement when I heard about Revival…

Before Mac can continue his words are cut off by John “Wrath” Ojeda.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You should have kept enjoying it.

Ojeda turns his attention to Holli, and points in the direction away from where they were.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Beat it sweet cheeks. You don't want to get that pretty face caught up in the crossfire here.

Ojeda turns his attention back to Mac Bane very quickly, getting right up in Mac Banes face

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Now, I know you're new here and not too bright, so I'm going to keep this simple. You're not the big dog in the yard... I am. You're not the most violent man in the business... I am. So since you're new, I'll explain to you how it works. You can either get down, or you can lay down. You bring me tribute, help me accomplish my goals... you get treated with some kind of respect. You refuse to pay me my tribute... you'll spend a lot of time with the doc in the back while he rips kenzan after kenzan out of your body and skull. Think it over... you still have time to stop your life and career from turning into a tragedy.

Ojeda laughs menacingly and starts to back away from Bane, eying him the whole way back. Bane watches him as he continues to back away and flashes him a feral grin.

Maggie Mayhem: Welcome back to ringside, Wow. I think Bane is trying to rekindle a little romance but Ojeda really wasnt going to let him finish.

Richie Trinks: We call that *rooster sound*-BLOCKING Magpie.

Maggie Mayhem:What a great triple threat match we just witnessed too….

The camera abruptly cuts to Mercedes Monroe’s office backstage which has been completely destroyed! Her things are everywhere and there appears to be a message spray painted on the wall, a symbol of some sort.

Mercedes Monroe: What is this?? WHAT HAPPENED HERE?

She looks around and then to the symbol as she comes into her office as the camera seems to pick up her reaction to the mess that has been left there.

Mercedes Monroe: Who did this? They are ruining my show! Whoever did this will be severely punished! Severely!

She says as if she can not find words to describe her terror at finding her office such a mess.

Mayhem:What in the world happened there? Her office was seriously destroyed!

Richie Trinks: I dunno, but can we bring Holli back out here… she is soooo hot…

Maggie Mayhem: No but we can to the ring for Stan Hopeforth as we start the next match on our card.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is set for one fall…

‘Rule Britannia’ by Amyl Nitrate begins to play throughout the arena as Claude Robichaux steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in a garishly decorated robe. He walks straight down the aisle, not shaking any hands or acknowledging the fans with more than a nod or a glance, before arriving at the ring. Robichaux makes his way around to the announcer’s table and removes his robe, handing it to the timekeeper before climbing up the ring steps and entering through the middle ropes.

Stan Hopeforth: He calls Nottingham, England home, he stands 6’3” and weighed in at 258 pounds….Claude Robichaux!

Robichaux gets a great response from the crowd.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent…

The crowd all turn collectively as the sound of quarters being fed into a machine hit the sound system. As FantomenK begins to play the house lights dim to near blackness when the digital rif suddenly picks up. They watch as a classic video game start screen fades and the hook of "The Massacre" blasts. The lights strobe all across the stage erratically as the song's tempo continues to increase.

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, Ashley Laroux. 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. Ash crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throws her right fist up into the air, while turning her head, eyeing approach of her opponent.

Stan Hopeforth: She stands 5’6” tall and weighed in this morning at 130 pounds. Hailing from Toronto, Ontario….Ashley LaRoux!

As Stan exits the ring the referee goes over the rules more as a pre match ritual than anything else. Once he is satisfied he has met the requirements of the state of Illinois he calls for the bell to start the match. The two competitors approach each other in the ring both staring very intensely at the other. There is a brief pause as they are about three feet away from each other and they go to a lock up in the center of the ring but Ashley ducks under it and sprints toward the ropes. She leaps up on the center rope and somersaults backwards executing a back flip. Claude turns around as she is at the apex of the flip. He continues the back flip and as she passes over the head of Robichaux she hooks his head executing a high impact reverse DDT! A holy shit chant beaks out in the crowd as she goes for the cover!

Maggie Mayhem: Talk about an unexpected maneuver!

Richie Trinks: Woah… not even a one count.

Robichaux kicks out with authority, kicking out so hard that LaRoux lands on her feet. She rushes at him and goes for a shining wizard but Claude has been around too long for that and lays back down watching her fly by. Claude is back to his feet quickly as she goes to the ropes. LaRoux rebounds off the ropes and gets taken off her feet with a vicious clothesline! Robichaux never one to waste motion or energy immediately goes after her right arm, he applies an armbar and steps over putting all his weight on her shoulder cranking back. Ashley starts trying to maneuver her way to the ropes. Robichaux stands but maintains the armbar. He grabs her wrist locking the elbow in place and lifts her into the air with a standing wrist lock.

Maggie Mayhem: possible submission here.

Richie Trinks: She has just the prettiest eyes don’t you think?

LaRoux kicks and fights the pain eventually nailing Claude in the temple with a well placed knee strike. The knee to the temple dazes him and he staggers backwards releasing the hold allowing Ashley to land on her feet. She immediately goes down to one knee clutching her elbow. Claude shakes the cobwebs loose and goes back after the arm. Ashley however was expecting this and sidesteps him taking him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Robichaux’s head bounces off the mat and steps outside on the ring apron. Using the ropes she launches herself into the ring with a spring board flipping leg drop across the back of Claude’s head! She drags Robichaux back to his feet, Claude pushes her into the ropes. Ashley rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a spinning heel kick! Robichaux catches her! Powerbomb! Claude goes for the cover.

Maggie Mayhem: That came out of nowhere!

Richie Trinks: Come on princess kick out!

One!

Two!

LaRoux rolls the shoulder escaping the pinfall attempt. Robichaux maintains his grip on her left leg as she tries to roll away and drags her back to the center of the ring. Claude applies the calfkiller submission in the center of the ring! The ref checks with LaRoux to see if she is ready to give up and save herself a possible injury but she waves him off. Somehow she is able to shrug off the pain and walks herself with her elbows to the ropes to have the hold broken by the ref. Robichaux breaks the hold without warning from the ref and backs to the center of the ring as LaRoux struggles a little to get back to her feet. They come back to the center of the ring and LaRoux lands a boot to the gut doubling Claude over. She then lets loose a barrage of kicks to the outer thigh of both legs causing Robichaux to back away and when he comes back in she spins landing a kick to the chest taking Claude off his feet. She backs into the corner and waits for Robichaux to get to his feet.

Maggie Mayhem: Oh we have seen this before!

Richie Trinks: LEEEROYYYY JENNNNKINNNSSS!

Ashley sprints across the ring lowering her shoulder and taking out Robichaux with a vicious spear! She shoots the half for the pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thre…Claude gets his right foot on the bottom ring rope! A “This is awesome!” chant breaks out in the crowd as LaRoux slaps the mat in frustration. She drags Claude to his feet using his right arm. Claude grabs her by the hand that is on her arm, and then move to a back to back position, so that Ashley’s arm hooks across and around her own head. Claude drops using her own arm as leverage to execute his arm trap neckbreaker! Both competitors are spent and laying motionless on the mat. The referee is obligated to start the mandatory ten count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Because they fell in such close proximity to each other at the count of five Claude is able to roll over. He grabs the left arm of LaRoux and places it in a leg scissors. He reaches up and locks in the crossface submission! Using all of his weight Robichaux cranks back on the hold! Ashley in the center of the ring is fighting for all she is worth to try and escape it. The referee checks on her as she ceases to struggle. He raises her arm three times without a response from her and calls for the bell.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner via submission Claudddddddde Robichhhhhaux!

Maggie Mayhem: A great win here tonight by Robichaux. I almost thought your girlfriend would kill it out in the end but it appears that she just fell a little shor--

Maggie is interrupted as the cameras take a shot to the entrance ramp as "Wake Up, You're Dead" by Prozak starts to blast over the PA system. John "Wrath" Ojeda rips through the curtain as lights start to go strobe and change colors around the arena.

Maggie Mayhem: Well what is this about now??

Trinks: I have no idea. What is this bozo doing out here now?

Ojeda marches down the ramp as the fans start to boo. There is a cocky smirk on his face as he walks down the ring as the fans give their jeers. He slides into the ring, hops up, and grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. The crowd immediately starts to chant.

Crowd: Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up![/color]

Ojeda laughs and leans back on the turnbuckle as they chant. He even holds the microphone out to the crowd. After about twenty seconds the crowd dies out with the chant.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Come on guys, here me out before you get mad at me. You don't know, maybe I turned over a new leaf. Maybe I had an epiphany a couple of days ago when I came to Chicago for this match.

The crowd drops into an odd hush.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: I mean, I love this city. I love you people. This is my kind of place.

The crowd gives the obligatory cheer for the city.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: This place is fucking lawless. You people are all criminals. Drug dealers, pimps, robbers, jackers... everyone lives in fear here. They're talking about calling the national guard into this place cuz you people are so fucking out of control. This place is the second most vile place on the planet... except for Mexico City... and I fucking love it because this place is a fucking playground for those that are bereft of heart and soul.

The crowd loses their mind and erupts in a sea of unpleasantness. Fans are throwing popcorn and sodas and beers at Ojeda in the ring for the disrespect to the city.

Crowd: Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

Ojeda laughs and waits for the noise to die down.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You think I give a shit what you people are saying to me? No, just like you wouldn't give a flying fuck if I came into your menial jobs or your time spent on the stoop with a forty and told you to stop doing whatever it was you were doing. And what I came to do tonight was to get into a god damn fight. I'm here to prove a point to the world and the rest of the locker room... and that point is fighting it is pointless. I'm the baddest person in the business and no man can put me down. I don't care when, where, however, whoever... I'll take you on and destroy you like every person that tried to take me out before you. There's something I want, and I'm not going to stop until I get it. I will massacre whoever gets in between me and it. And there does seem to be someone that wants to stand in my way...

The voice of Mac Bane booms, “You better call 9-1-1 bitch!”, the pyro explodes on the stage and along with ramp as Bane steps out onto the stage, “This Means War” by Nickelback hits hard on the arena sound system.

Trinks: Oh business has just picked up Maggie! The cowboy rides again!

Mayhem: Yes it has! Payback for that interruption!

Mac tips his black Stetson cowboy hat to the crowd as he slowly makes his way down the ramp acknowledging the fans, high fiving with them, shaking their hands. He gets to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. Bane stands in the center of the ring shrugs out of the black leather duster and throws his arms in the air forming an “X” as the music fades. Bane pulls a microphone out of the pocket of his duster.

Mac Bane: “Let me tell you something son, there is no finer place in the world to fight than Chicago, freakin Illinois!

The fans in the United Center explode cheering for the name of their city!

Mac Bane: You want a fight you little douche bag?! You got one! And don’t sneer at me you little bitch, you ain’t getting off that damn easy. Oh no, don’t flatter yourself, this won’t be just any old match between two bruisers. We are going to give these great fans of Chicago what they paid for…

The fans pop again at the mention of their city!

Bane waits for them to settle down.

Mac Bane: Wait for it, wait for it… Falls count anywhere. RIGHT HERE... RIGHT NOW!

They explode again as Bane and Wrath stand nose to nose jawing at each other.

Trinks: A MATCH RIGHT NOW??

Mayhem: It appears so. Mac Bane is serious here ladies and gentleman.

[REVIVAL]

The Bell sounds the Falls Count Anywhere Match to make it official.

The match kicks off with Wrath shoving Bane out of his face while the two of them are jawing at each other. The two quickly tie up, and struggle around the ring with each other. Bane gets the go behind, but Wrath quickly counters out into an arm wrench. Bane rolls through and puts Wrath into an arm wrench of his own. Wrath twists out and reverses it into a hammerlock. Bane starts to charge forward and latches onto the ropes; causing Wrath to roll out backwards and back to his feet. Wrath charges towards Bane, but Bane reverses into an irish whip. Both men come back on the rebound and connect for shoulder blocks; but neither man topples. Wrath wastes no time and hauls off with a big chest chop that echos in the arena. Bane returns the favor, leaving Wrath’s chest stinging with a chop of his own. Wrath fires back with a chop, and Bane returns with one of his own. Bane nails a second chop on Wrath and backs him up towards the corner. Bane goes for a third chop but is cut short by a poke to the eyes. The crowd goes into an uproar over the cheap tactic.

Mayhem: These two really do not like each other at all. Bane and Wrath have been jawing at each other for a couple of weeks leading up to this match and they are wasting no time getting into it.

Trinks: No they really don’t like each other, but you know what everyone does like? My hair! Doesn’t it look great tonight, Mags?

Mayhem: Oh, what a cheap shot by Wrath! That was uncalled for! And don’t call me Mags or I’ll spray paint your hair blue Trinks!

Trinks: Wrath wants to win, that was a great tactic! And leave my glorious hair splendor alone!

Wrath comes out of the corner as Bane stumbles away and backs him up into the corner. Wrath nails Bane with a couple of quick chops and then whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Wrath charges in, but Bane uses the ropes to spring over Wrath and land on his feet. Wrath turns around and Bane fires a right hand that his Wrath in the jaw and turns his head. Wrath slowly turns his head back and laughs, pointing at his jaw again. Bane throws an even harder punch that snaps Wrath’s head to the side again. Wrath laughs, spits out a gob of blood on the canvas, and fires off a right hand that connects with Bane’s jaw that sends Bane staggering and falling back onto his ass.

Mayhem: Bane is finding ways to counter Wrath in the ring and it looks like it’s giving the veteran the edge having the experience in the ring.

Trinks: Yeah, but I think he just did the last thing you want to do with Wrath!

Mayhem: I think you may be right on that. Getting into a slugfest with that guy isn’t the best idea.

Trinks: You think so? I swear, the guy doesn’t feel pain Mags!

Mayhem: Yeah, but that’s definitely not going to stop Bane. He’s got all sorts of tricks up his sleeve from years of wars in the ring.

Bane craws backwards towards the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself back up as Wrath closes in. Wrath approaches quickly and Bane nails him with a drop toe hold that drives him head first into the middle turnbuckle. Wrath hits hard and slumps down into the corner. Bane charges to the other side of the ring and then comes back in with a running knee to Wrath’s face. Bane quickly capitalizes on the moment and picks up Wrath again, nailing him with the three amigos. Bane quickly takes advantage of having his opponent down and goes for a quick cover.

One …

Two …

Wrath kicks out forcefully.

Mayhem: It looks like that punch did a good job at knocking Bane stupid, but he’s shaking the cobwebs loose and getting back in the action.

Trinks: Bane is showing that a veterans skill can go a long way in a match. That, and the fact that I have amazing dimples.

Mayhem: Richie, how is it that you’re able to make women everywhere think you’re a creep?

Trinks: Because I have that kind of sway, baby. And Bane thought he had that there, but I know better. The monster of the hour isn’t going to get put down by a suplex or two!

Bane picks up Wrath and pushes him into the corner. Bane goes to lay in a chop, but Wrath reverses him into the corner and lays into him with a series of chops. Wrath whips Bane into the ropes, and goes for a backdrop. Bane counters the backdrop with a leapfrog and comes back. Wrath drops down and Bane springs over him to the other side of the ropes. Wrath hops back up for what appears to be a dropkick, but Bane holds the ropes. Wrath lands on his feet, points at his head, and then charges, nailing Bane with a Cactus Jack clothesline that sends both of them over the top rope toppling to the arena floor. Wrath springs back up quickly, and heads to the ring apron. Wrath charges down the apron, and dives off, nailing Bane with the Nuke Launcher (cactus jack elbow) on the concrete floor. Wrath covers Bane.

One …

Two …

Bane kicks out!

Mayhem: This match is really picking up the pace. These two are going blow for blow and neither seems to be letting up.

Trinks: We were all aware that this thing was going to get ugly when it started.

Mayhem: I can’t believe I actually agree with you, but you’re totally right Richie. We all knew this was going to get violent. And it’s really getting violent now.

Trinks: They’re on the outside! This is falls count anywhere! Where are they going to go!

Wrath growls and slaps the concrete, picking Bane up from the cold hard floor. Wrath whips Bane into the metal guard railing, sending it sliding back a foot or so. Wrath charges towards Bane for another cactus clothesline, but Bane counters with a backdrop that sends Wrath over the guard railing and into the laps of the fans in the first four rows. People scatter and chairs topple over everywhere . Bane hops the railing and grabs a chair from a fan. Wrath starts to get up but Bane nails him with a chair to the back. Wrath tries to get up again and is blasted in the back with the chair again. Fans start to line up with chairs, and Bane starts to throw the chairs at Wrath, nailing him with thrown chair after chair. The pile starts to get to the point where Wrath is buried and Bane turns around and yells to the crowd and takes a beer from a fan to get a drink mid match.

Mayhem: He’s into the front row! We knew this was going anywhere, and so did our fans. But they didn’t think it was going to end up in their laps!

Trinks: Hey, they’re just getting what they paid for, baby! And that’s the craziest action on earth, with the best announcer on earth… me Richie Trinks and his glorious hair splendor!

Mayhem: Do you intend to say this crap or are you just secreting words from your face?

Trinks: Oh, I know what I’m saying. That’s just the power of being awesome.

Bane heads towards Wrath who is just emerging from the mountain of chairs he was buried under. Bane goes to pick up Wrath, but Wrath stops his progress with a low blow. Wrath pops up and nails Bane with a rising knee strike. Bane stumbles backwards and falls into the bleachers. Wrath grabs Bane by the hair and drags him up on the bleachers ever farther up. Wrath picks up Bane and hooks him, hoping for a suplex. Bane reverses and nails Wrath with corkscrew suplex on the higher levels of the bleachers. The crowd groans and cheers in unison at the rough bump. Bane laughs and walks down to the end of the bleacher, motioning for Wrath to get up. Bane charges as Wrath gets up, but is countered and nailed with a belly to belly suplex that sends Bane flying off the bleachers and crashing down with a sickening splat on the hard concrete floor.

Mayhem: They’re fighting out in the crowd, it isn’t so easy to see what’s going on, but they’re up in the bleachers!

Trinks: I think Wrath is going to… NO! Bane reverses and sends Wrath packing with a big corkscrew suplex!

Mayhem: This could be the end of Wrath if Bane nails this.

Trinks: Bane just hit the floor with a sickening crack! He might need an ambulance after that fall.

Wrath slowly gets up from his spot on the bleachers and climbs down. He grabs a chair from a fan and when Bane gets to his feet, the chair is thrown at Bane’s head. The chair hits and wraps around Bane’s head, leaving the chair hanging around his neck. Bane staggers a couple of steps and then is leveled with a yakuza kick to the chair. Bane topples and the chair pops loose. Wrath picks up Bane again and nails him across the back with a few forearms. Wrath grabs Bane by the back of the head and marches towards the snack stand. Wrath gives a launch and sends Bane flying through the window of the snack stand and into the back with the employees. Wrath turns to play to the crowd for a minute, causing the fans to boo. Wrath turns around to go back after Bane and is greeted by Bane with a bucket in his hands. Bane throws the hot nacho cheese all over Wrath, causing him to scream from being burned.

Mac Bane: SAY CHEESE BITCH!

Mayhem: Jesus Christ, you can hear Mac Bane giving his own commentary to the match from over here at the announce table.

Trinks: Did he just throw cheese all over Wrath?

Mayhem: Yeah, I think he did. That was hot though, that must have caused some burns.

Trinks: I sure hope not, that would be stupid!

Mayhem: You mean like your hair?!

Trinks: My hair is amazing, thankyouverymuch!

Bane hops out of the concession stand and goes right back after Wrath, grabbing him by the back of the head and whipping him back over the guard railing and towards the ring. Bane grabs a chair as he heads back towards the ring. Wrath starts to get up and heads towards the railing to meet Bane. Bane swings the chair and connects with Wrath’s head. Wrath wobbles but doesn’t cave. Bane swings again, but Wrath doesn’t cave from the chair shot. Bane swings the chair three more times, finally getting Wrath down to a knee and then finally flat on the ground from another shot. The crowd cheers as Bane climbs over the railing and rolls Wrath over for a cover, showing Wrath bleeding from the head.

One …

Two …

Thr … NO! Wrath kicks out.

Mayhem: Bane is on a roll here, he might be able to put away Wrath!

Trinks: Not a chance! This hasn’t ever been enough to put away that guy.

Mayhem: He’s going to get him! Wrath is pouring blood like a faucet.

Trinks: TWO! No he’s not! In your face Mags!

Bane picks up Wrath and goes to whip him into the steel post, but Wrath counters and sends Bane into the post. Bane bounces off the post head first and hits the ground. Wrath starts to dig under the ring and pulls out a bundle of light tubes. Bane starts to get up, but is immediately stopped by the bundle of light tubes to his head. The bundle shatters, leaving blood and glass pouring off of Bane’s head. Bane drops to his knees, writhing in pain, but Wrath breaks the rest of the bundle over Bane’s back. The camera zooms in and gets a very good shot of all the white tube glass sticking out of Bane’s bleeding flesh. The crowd groans, as Wrath picks up Bane and rolls him back into the ring. Wrath digs under the ring and pulls out a barbed wire board, a wiffle bat, and a plain burlap sack. Wrath throws all into the ring and the crowd starts to buzz

Mayhem: This looks like it’s getting downright ugly now!

Trinks: No one said Wrath was going to play nice Mags!

Mayhem: Stop calling me Mags, dildo licker!

Trinks: Who told you I did that!? It was a one time thing in Vegas and I was really drunk!

Wrath rolls into the ring and grabs the barbed wire board. He drags the board towards the corner and leans it up in the corner. Wrath walks over, picks up Bane, and marches him towards the barbed wire board laying on the middle ropes. Wrath nails Bane with a forearm shot and goes to pick Bane up. Bane counters, spins around, and kicks Wrath in the gut. Wrath bend at the waist and Bane stuffs Wrath’s head between his legs. Bane flips and nails Wrath with Existence Ended (sick flip piledriver) into the barbed wire board. The board snaps in half, leaving Wrath tangled in the barbed wire and Bane at odds to try and get out for a cover. After about thirty seconds of struggling to get out, Bane goes for a cover.

One …

Two …

Three! NO! Wrath kicks out at the last moment!

Mayhem: This looks like it’s the end for Wrath! There’s no getting up from that.

Trinks: You may be right Mags!

Mayhem: He’s got it all wrapped up here, it’s just a formality now.

Trinks: NO! He kicked out! Wrath survived to fight another day!

Bane slaps the mat and starts to argue with the ref over the count. Wrath pulls himself from the barbed wire, bleeding in more places now. Bane moves to pick up Wrath, but Wrath rises up with an uppercut that snaps Bane off of him. Wrath rifles off a series of left and right hands that leaves Bane staggered and barely standing. Bane takes a swing at Wrath that Wrath ducks. Wrath scoops Bane up from behind and latches on, flipping him over from the burning hammer position and nailing him with the Viking Sledge. Bane hits hard and flops flat to the canvas. Wrath dives on top of him for the cover.

One …

Two …

Bane kicks out

Mayhem: Wrath is going off! Those combos from those fists are deadly! He’s gonna knock Bane out cold!

Trinks: Viking Sledge! He’s done! It’s over

Mayhem: Come on Bane! Kick out of this one!

Trinks: It’s over! Wrap it u… NO! HE KICKED OUT! HOW?!

Wrath gets up and walks over to the corner, picking up the little burlap sack. The crowd starts to buzz as he holds up the sack. He turns the sack upside down and then dumps the contents onto the canvas. The shiny metal kenzans spill out onto the canvas; the spiked flower arrangement tools looking like implements of doom on the mat. Wrath walks back towards Bane and picks him up. He marches him towards the kenzans and hooks him for a suplex. Bane fires off some shots to the body, and then nails Wrath with a big back suplex into the kenzans. Wrath hits the metal spike pods and immediately rolls out of them, screaming and swearing as several of the metal spike pods stick deep into his back flesh. Bane takes advantage of the situation and dives on top of Wrath for a cover.

One …

Two …

Wrath kicks out!

Mayhem: What does he have in the bag?!

Trinks: It’s the kenzans! That sick fucker brought out kenzans!

Mayhem: And now he’s wishing he didn’t. Those things are stuck in there good. He’s gonna need a doctor!

Trinks: He kicked out again! Nothing stops that fucking lunatic! Nothing!

Bane gets up to argue with the ref, but Wrath gets up quickly, looking as angry and ready to fight as he did in the beginning of the match. Wrath grabs the barbed wire chair off the mat and waits for Bane to turn around before he bashes him in the head. Bane falls back onto his ass and sits there. Wrath picks a kenzan off the mat, places it spikes down on the top of Bane’s head and swings the chair. The chair connects and drives the spiked little pod down into Bane’s head. Bane topples over, but Wrath picks him up, and hammers in another kenzan with the barbed wire chair. Bane sits there, and pulls at the kenzans at the top of his head with this fingers, but the sheet of metal spikes won’t budge. The crowd groans and Wrath goes for a cover.

One …

Two …

Bane kicks out!

Mayhem: That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen in pro-wrestling?

Trinks: More disgusting than Nicole Bass?

Mayhem: Okay, I stand corrected, but that is still gruesome.

Trinks: He kicked out! This fight just will not end!

Wrath picks up Bane and whips Bane into the corner. Wrath lifts Bane up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Wrath climbs the turnbuckles, picking up Bane with him.

Wrath loops behind Bane, scoops him up for a vertabreaker, and jumps off the top rope; sending both men crashing through the announce table. Wrath goes for a cover after he emerges from the wreckage

One …

Two …

Three!

Mayhem: What..to coin a phrase...A SLOBBERKNOCKER Richie.

Trinks: I haven’t seen a back and forth match like that since my college wrestling days!

Mayhem: do they even have wrestling in college? Anyway.. Wow. Wrath with an impressive win over Mac Bane here tonight!

Revival goes backstage where we see The British Bomber in front of the camera with microphone in hand.

Bomber: So here we are. Finally here at Resurrection, the rebirth of Revival, and as Sydney LaRoux put it, the resurrection of me. You know, I respected the hell out of her, then because I didn’t speak and break my silence straight away, she went and basically ran me down.

Bomber stopped for a moment as the crowd boo’ed. He continues to soak up the atmosphere, the intensity as the crowd settles.

Bomber: Sydney, tonight we meet again, and still as two faced as ever. First saying all the nice things about me, then second time round trashing the hell out of me. You wanted a reply? You got one, and now? Go fuck yourself.

Bomber flexes his arms and loosens up a little before speaking again.

Bomber: No more time for trash talking, no more time for insults, or personal shots. Tonight we fight. You wanted the resurrection of the old Bomber? You got it. You wanted the wildy old veteran to come back and perform? You got it. Ring rust? Maybe, but you ask me again in a few weeks and you watch, then you will notice the improvements. And so what? This crazy old fool fell in love, you really think that distracted me? You couldn’t be more wrong. If anything it made me more focused Sydney.

Bomber pauses, looking directly into the camera.

Bomber: Tonight, my resurrection as you put it begins, and it begins with you…

Bomber ends it there and heads off towards the ring as the camera close to black and reappear at ringside.

Trinks: WAH-WAH.. British Bomber.. Who cares??

Mayhem: Revival cares! He is a great wrestler and you should be nice! Either way, Sydney LaRoux versus The British Bomber is next! Stan, introductions please!

[REVIVAL]

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Revival Legacy title!

The lights dim and Back In Black begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber to loud cheers from the fans.

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring from Birmingham, England … he is The … Brrrrrritish … Booooooomber!

He makes his way down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing, he climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring before posing again as the music fades out.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent …

The house lights darken suddenly and Sydney crouches just inside of the arching entryway. There is a heavy guitar riff and a 3 count bass drum tick which has any lights on or near the entry way flicker in time with the pulse before the song fully plays. Sydney uses that to touch her forehead, her chest, then left to right in a cross formation. She gets to her feet in time for the harder percussion to come which sends her out of the entryway in a fury.

Stan Hopeforth: Making her way to the ring, she hails from Chicago, Illinois … she is the Deviant … Sydney … LaaaaaRoux!

"Drowning in your puddle, waiting at the sky...
Suckin' on your daddy's cigarrrrrrrrr......
I'm your destination, I'm the reason why
Lemma take a look at your scarrrrrrsss...."

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As the verse flows, she takes her time smacking hands on both sides of the barrier of the entryway, going down one side then half the other. The crowd sings the slight transition to chorus bridge, yelling it out.

"BOUGHT A LINE OF SHIT!!!.......Now you wanna sell it back to MEEEEE!!!"

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Sydney slides on her belly under the ring only to pop back up and go to one of the ring posts where she thrashingly nods her head with the heavy chorus, raising her hands up over her head to clap out with the beat as the whole crowd chants the chorus:

"Come on down to the hotel baby!!
I can be what you want me to be...
You can choke on your own medication!!
I can watch myself on T.V. OH YEAH!"

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The ring bell sounds kicking the main event into action as Bomber and LaRoux each carefully pace around each other in the ring, neither one wanting to make the first move. The two familiar combatants lock up in the center of the ring and Bomber looks like he’s out to an early advantage. Using his size and strength, he begins backing LaRoux up towards the near corner but Sydney jumps out to the early advantage, catching Bomber in the gut with a big boot, doubling him over. She then grabs him by the back of his head, quickly leaping into the air, looking to connect with a Face Buster. However, Bomber pulls back, breaking the hold and causing LaRoux to land on her backside roughly. As soon as LaRoux hits the canvas ass first, Bomber then leaps into the air and connects a dropkick to right into the face of the Deviant.

Mayhem: LaRoux was looking to connect early there and possibly end this thing quickly.

Trinks: But Bomber was able to avoid it and mess up that pretty little face in the process too!

Instead of going for a pinfall, Bomber mounts the grounded LaRoux and begins to rain blows down on her head and shoulders. The ref looks down at Bomber and watches for a bit before leaning down and pulling him off.

Mayhem: Bomber looks pissed!

Trinks: Oh, what makes you say that Maggie my love? What I want to know is whether these two are going to kiss and make up later backstage.

Bomber quickly shoves his way past the ref and storms over to where LaRoux is slowly getting to her feet. Bomber leans down and drags her up to a vertical base before Irish whipping her into the corner where she collides with a bang against the turnbuckles. Bomber follows her in, grabbing hold of her right arm and whipping her from one corner of the ring towards the other. He then takes off running, staying a half a step behind LaRoux, who roughly crashes chest first into the corner turnbuckle, driving her sternum and lungs into the unforgiving padding. No sooner does she hit the corner, but Bomber comes crashing in with a big body splash on LaRoux, further driving the air from her lungs

Mayhem: Bomber is relentless right now

Trinks: He’s going to need to be, lest we forget who the predominant Legacy champion was the last go round doll face.

Mayhem: Did you just use the word ‘lest’ in a sentence?

Trinks: Yeah! Correctly too!

LaRoux staggers backwards out of the corner before she falls down to the ground, where she lay coughing and trying her best to get a breath in to her screaming lungs. Bomber quickly drops down as well and attempts to pin LaRoux. The referee drops down for the first pinfall attempt in this match.

One …

Two …

LaRoux manages to kick out

Mayhem: A close one there; Bomber was only a second away from tasting success!

Trinks:: He’s going to have to do more than that to keep Sydney on her back for three seconds … I know from experience!

Bomber gets to his feet and shrugs his shoulders at the ref before turning his attention back to LaRoux, who is still trying to breathe. Bomber walks over, grabs hold and pulls her further away from the ring ropes and any hopes of escape. With a smile on his face he begins a stomping tour around her body, the fans counting along with each stomp.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

At ten, Bomber takes a few steps back, a smile on his face as he looks at LaRoux, who looks to be in serious pain

Mayhem: LaRoux looks to be in pain.

Trinks: I bet LaRoux wasn’t expecting this level of aggression out of Bomber here tonight!

Bomber drops down and makes the cover once more; The referee falls for the count:

One …

Two …

Thr … kick out by LaRoux!

After his second failed pinfall attempt, Bomber pulls LaRoux back to her feet and whips her once more across the ring and into the corner. He then suddenly rushes in, looking to connect a running boot to the face of LaRoux. However, as soon as he gets near LaRoux, She rolls out of the way, causing Bomber to thrust his leg over the second turnbuckle and bash his nether region on the second rope.

Mayhem: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

Trinks: That can’t feel good...

LaRoux manages to get to her feet while Bomber stays, hung up on the second rope. LaRoux quickly walks over to where Bomber is sitting and grabs the back of Bomber’s head. She then runs out a little bit and drops Bomber down to the canvas with a neckbreaker. LaRoux then immediately leaps up to her feet and eyes Bomber for a second before running across the ring to the ropes. As soon as she gets close enough, the Deviant leaps into the air and lands on the second turnbuckle. She climbs the extra foot or so to the top rope before she springs backwards, executing a full moonsault before twisting her body and coming crashing down with what looks like a Shining Wizard right into the side of the prone Bomber’s head!

Mayhem: SYCOPATHIC SICKNESS!

Trinks: I think I might need a new pair of pants Mags …

Mayhem: And just like that LaRoux is not only back in this match up, but she may have secured the win right there!!

LaRoux drops down and hooks Bomber’s leg as the ref counts:

One …

Two …


Bomber kicks out

Mayhem: Only two!

Trinks: I figured it was gonna take more than that to put Bomber down

LaRoux manages to get to her feet. She leans down and drags Bomber up to a vertical base. LaRoux kicks Bomber in the gut, doubling him over. She then proceeds to pick him apart with surgical kicks to his knees, thighs and lower legs. A final kick to the midsection doubles the European superstar over once more giving LaRoux the opening to grab him by the back of the head before leaping into the air and bringing Bomber down to the canvas, smashing his face with a Face Buster.

Mayhem: LaRoux bringing Bomber down hard with the face buster she’d tried hitting earlier on in the match!

Trinks: And possibly rearranging Bomber’s features in the process!

LaRoux gets back to her feet and eyes the nearest turnbuckle. LaRoux stomps down on Bomber a few times before sprinting over to the turnbuckle and grabbing the top rope. LaRoux leaps up and lands on the middle rope. She then springs up and lands on the top rope before launching herself off the top rope, executing a full backflip in mid-air, coming crashing down on Bomber

Mayhem: Picture perfect moonsault!

Trinks: That reminds me of this one dream I had …

Once again, LaRoux drops down and hooks Bomber’s legs as the ref counts:

One …

Two …

Thre … NO!

Bomber manages to kick out

Mayhem: Once again Bomber manages to kick out!

Trinks: At this point, Bomber just isn’t ready to stay down!

LaRoux gets to her feet, leans down, and drags Bomber up. LaRoux delivers a few stiff forearm shots to the head of Bomber before Irish whipping him to the ropes. Bomber hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes running back towards LaRoux. As soon as he gets close enough though, Bomber leaps into the air and drives LaRoux down to the canvas with a Lou Thez press. Bomber then cocks back and delivers four stiff right hands to the head and face of the former champion.

Mayhem: Bomber manages to strike out of nowhere with that Lou Thez press!

Trinks: Look at how vicious those right hands of Bomber are!

Bomber gets to his feet, leans down, and drags LaRoux up. Bomber kicks her in the gut and then lifts her up, slinging her over his shoulder. Bomber then steps back one pace before running forward, leaping into the air, and driving LaRoux down to the canvas with a running powerslam

Mayhem: What impact!

Trinks: Bomber must’ve gotten his second wind!

Bomber gets to his feet, leans down, and drags LaRoux up once more. Bomber delivers three stiff knee strikes to the gut of LaRoux before reaching down and lifting her up. With her held horizontally across his body he turns his head to look behind him before popping his hips forward and tossing Sydney backwards over his head with a devastating sounding Fall Away Slam. LaRoux lands, skidding across the ring and coming to a stop near the far side of the ring. Bomber quickly makes the cover, looking to secure the pinfall:

One …

Two …

Three!!!

Trinks: BOMBER WINS MAGGIE … BOMBER WINS!

Mayhem: Not so fast … look!

Sure enough the referee is calling off the third count, noticing LaRoux’s right leg draped across the bottom rope.

Bomber gets to his feet, frustration etched deeply into his features. Bomber looks down at LaRoux and shakes his head.

He pulls her back up to her feet, doubling her over with a well placed knee to the stomach before setting her up in gutwrench position.

Mayhem: It looks like Bomber is gonna try to end the match!

Trinks: And this crowd just realized what is about to happen!

Bomber lifts and rotates Sydney in mid air, looking to smash her back down into the canvas with a gutwrench powerbomb, but out of nowhere she locks her legs behind his head and pulls him down with her, executing a hurricanrana.

Mayhem: I don’t think Bomber was expecting that!

Trinks: Your God damn right he wasn’t!

LaRoux gets to her feet, a smile of confidence spreading slowly across her face. She leans down and drags Bomber up to his feet. Bomber surprises her with a rake to the eyes that sends her staggering backwards. Bomber reaches out to grab hold of her, but LaRoux lashes out herself, nearly cold cocking Bomber in the process. He quickly scoops her up, spins and drives her back first into the canvas with a sick looking spinebuster. With the air expelled from her lungs, Bomber sets his sights once more on the top rope.

Mayhem: He’s going to put the exclamation point on this match right here Trinks!

Trinks: I’m on the edge of my seat with my own exclamation point right now Mags!

Bomber climbs to the top rope, but before he can leap off the top rope, LaRoux suddenly comes alive. She shoots up to her feet and sprints towards where Bomber is perched on the top rope. As soon as she gets close enough, LaRoux leaps into the air, scales the turnbuckle and fights her way to the top rope. LaRoux then grabs Bomber underneath both armpits and hurls herself backwards, connecting a double underhook belly to belly suplex on Bomber from the top rope!

Trinks: SWEET JESUS’ SOILED HUGGIES …

Mayhem: I don’t know which of them took the brunt of that move, but neither one of them is moving!

True to point, both Bomber and LaRoux are laying motionless on the canvas, both of their chests heaving as they try and regain their breath and composure. The referee checks on both competitors before issuing a standing ten count.

One …

Two …

Three …

Four …

Bomber rolls himself over onto his stomach while LaRoux reaches over her head towards the bottom ropes.

Five …

Six …

Seven …

Sydney pulls herself up to a sitting position using the bottom and middle ropes; Bomber is now on one knee but still looking shaky.

Eight …

Nine …

LaRoux manages to pull herself back to her feet and Bomber does the same; the two staggering a bit as they walk on shaky legs towards each other once more.

The two meet towards the center of the ring throwing everything they can into punch after punch. Bomber drives a knee deep into the midsection of LaRoux, doubling her over, before driving the opposite knee right into her face. In the blink of an eye, Bomber turns, grabbing hold of Sydney with a three-quarter facelock, but somehow she manages to block him from hitting The Bomb. She drives the point of her elbow into the back of his head, knocking him loopy just long enough for her to scoop him, on dangerously shaky legs, up onto her shoulders. She steadies herself for a moment before flipping Bomber up and over, nailing him with the Deviant Downfall! Sydney collapses down, making the cover as the ref counts:

One …

Two …

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: Here is your winner and the NEW REVIVAL Legacy Champion … “The Deviant” … Sydney … LAROOOOOOOUX!

The referee hands the title over to Sydney and raises her hand as the crowd wails for her.

She looks out over the masses and hoists the title belt into the air! A triumphant champion returns to the REVIVAL forefront.

As she travels to the corner to do the same once more, “Unbroken” by Monster Magnet quickly cuts out and the unforgettable sound of a falling missile is heard. A small pyrotechnic flare falls from the ceiling towards the entrance area, all eyes on it. As it bursts into an aura of red; the lights cut. The fans scream. Unsure of what is about to come.

-=ARENA BLACKOUT=-

Revival returns to find Sydney laid out in the ring with Bomber laying next to her, his peroxide-blonde hair stained with a crimson tint, blood starting to pool around his head. Three men in complete swat gear stand over the fallen competitors with the Legacy Title hanging in the middle man’s hand.

The crowd is completely stunned.

Mayhem: Umm, Richie. I don’t like the looks of this.

Trinks: You can say that again babydoll.

Two of the men duck out behind the third one, who looks to be giving the orders. He stands there looking down at Sydney; if their face weren’t completely covered by an assault-styled helmet, one can assume they’d be smiling.

The two of them start wreaking havoc upon the ringside area. Tearing away anything and everything with the REVIVAL logo on it. Ring aprons, posters hanging from the barriers. They’re grabbing away the iconic fist logo that every fan receives free, and crumble it up or toss it to the ground. Even the announce table isn’t safe.

Trinks: Hey Papabear! Be cool man!

Mayhem: Richie, I’d be careful if I were you. I don’t think these men are here for your joke---AHHHHHHH!

Apparently, Richie Trinks isn’t going to be safe as the voice of REVIVAL programming gets a cold hard right to the jaw. He falls like a bag of bricks as Maggie screams in fright, attempting to run away. The other man comes toward her, the crowd beginning to boo these masked warriors.

The man reaches out with his glove-covered hands and holds onto Maggie, forcing her to watch the horror that is about to unfold.

The other man pulls Richie up by his hair and hoists him into the air, sendinging him crashing through the formerly whole announce table with a very devastating and almost body-breaking Death Valley Driver.

Maggie jerks her head to the side, trying to hide the horror on her face.

Both men head back towards the ring, Maggie falling to her knees and crawling over to check on Richie.

One of the men reaches in amongst the carnage of ringside debris and pulls out a metal trashcan that was tucked away under the ring.

The man on the inside of the ring kicks both Sydney and Bomber out ot the outside; a small trail of blood from Bomber's prone body. He stands there and looks out amongst the sea of booing masses. The United Center is disgusted with this group of masked creeps.

Rolling into the ring, the other two men join the man with the Legacy Championship.

All of the lights dim in the arena, as everything REVIVAL is gone; it seems this group is hell bent on destroying the legacy of this newly re-established brand.

One of them sets up the trash can and reaches in, pulling out a glass bottle. Upon further inspection it looks like a molotov cocktail. The man holding the championship belt caresses it lightly before tossing it into the can. One of the others holds up and lights the end of the rag sticking out of the green glass bottle.

The leader of this group hoists it into the air; with one fell swoop he sends the bottle hurtling down and into the can; it bursts into flames.

The crowd lets another chorus of boos rain down upon this unknown force.

All three men gather and stand behind the flaming can. REVIVAL’s Legacy Championship going up in flames. Each man lowers their heads and raises a single fist into the air. All of the lights go out in the United Center. The only glow coming from the illuminating light of the fire’s dancing flames. A large boom echoes throughout the arena as the REVIVAL tron comes crashing to the ground. Fans scream in horror; backstage hands rush from around the entrance area. As the smoke and dust settles, a single banner hangs from the rafters in it’s place.

A giant stylized “Z”, under it reading simply: ZENITH.

As the camera pans around the destruction of the REVIVAL combat zone, nothing is as it once was; it’s a complete war zone. Referees and stagehands come rushing from amongst the rubble; they’re completely covered in dust.

Inside the ring, all three men stand over the now smoldering fire. Nothing is said. No words are being spoken. The fans are fleeing, and the place is in chaos. The sounds of sirens echo throughout the United Center as some of Chicago’s finest head towards the iconic arena.

As the camera pans from ringside through the rubble once more, we’re taken to the backstage area. The door to the new REVIVAL GM’s is thrown open. Inside her office is trashed. Nothing was safe; pictures are broken, her furniture overturned. Vases and flowers lay in pieces across the room. As the camera searches for any sign of life; she emerges from the shadows a complete mess. Her mascara having run from tears of fear. A small trickle of blood has run down from the corner of her lip. Her hair is a mess and she’s completely disheveled.

Panning in closer, we find ourselves looking at the hands of Mercedes Monroe clasping something. She slowly opens her hand to reveal an armband, it’s only markings a very distinct letter “Z”.

The scene quickly cuts to static.