Resurrection: Webisode 002

[Mercedes Monroe]

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!”

”IT’S OUR TIME NOWWWWW!”

It fades to a montage of last week’s show that ended in chaos. The destruction that was left in the wake of this new group calling themselves “Zenith”. The ruins of the first webisode of Revival flash over the screen. The men in black standing over the fallen champion and then flaming title. It fades out back to the arena and the replaced announce table to Mayhem and Trinks. Richie is wearing a neck brace and looks in pain but still dressed as tacky.

Mayhem: Welcome again to another web edition of Revival. Last week, a rogue group of individuals in black came out and attacked me and Richie. Richie, bless him has been cleared well enough to be here with us tonight. He was put through..a table.

Trinks: *Weak moan* Yes. And I called Ken Nugent! One call.. Thats all! I am going to SUE Mags. SUE I tell ya!

Mayhem: Oh Richie. You look just pitiful, but thank you and all of Revival for tuning in tonight. It has been a wild ride and we are only getting started. Things have seriously been on edge in days following the attack. I am hearing that Mercedes Monroe is on her way out here right now.

The camera cuts to the back and Mercedes is making her way down the halls towards the main curtain. She is wearing a pinstripe blazer and a matching skirt. She has on a thin pair of librarian glasses and her blonde hair down this week. In her arms, she is carrying a heavy large box.

It then cuts to the curtain and the cracked ReviTron that is suspended above the entryway. The effects on the ruined set still showing the damage of last week. The GM’s music hits the P.A system.

”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 as she carries that box towards the ring. Her walk shows off her nice legs as her steps bring her to the steel steps and into the ring. Stan Hopeforth parts the ropes for her and he lets her slip through before taking box from her to hold. He offers her his mic to use as he stands holding the box.

Crowd: MER-CED-ES! MER-CED-ES!

Monroe: Thank you! It is amazing to gather so much support from all of you. We really have had a rocky last week with everything that happened at the end of the show. I was brutally violated and my office was torn apart by these wild hooligans called Zenith.

The crowd gives mixed reaction to the name.

Monroe: I know that Zenith is watching somewhere..and I want them to know that we will not tolerate that kind of behavior. I don’t know who you are, or what you are..but I know what we wont have what happened last week happen again. I have upped the security here tonight. Boys!

From the back comes out about 60 of Chicagos finest dressed in light blue. They come down and surround the ring, standing shoulder to shoulder. The men look around for anything abnormal. they are on guard looking for attacks to come from nowhere.

Monroe:I have Revival well guarded tonight and nothing should go wrong. Now, in bigger news..What is in this box! If you remember last time I was out here..I had a little something for you all. And well, I saved it!

She opens the box and there inside she pulls out the brand new Revival Heavyweight Championship Title. She holds it for everyone to take a good new look at the shiny silver title with the new flag design. She holds it over her shoulder now as she pulls her mic up and continues.

Monroe: Next week we will be crowning a new Revival Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd erupts in a burst of cheers as she says this.

Monroe: Revival’s roster members have picked random numbers and we will be having a little lottery to see which lucky four people will go for the title on Resurrection webisode 3! Later tonight I will be having the drawing so right now, lets get Revival going with our first match up!

Mayhem: Wow. Do you hear that Richie? A drawing for the Title. How creative!

Trinks: Thats because Mercedes Monroe is the the whole effin show! The mama jamma.

Mayhem: Right. Are you taking Vicodin or OxyCotin?

Trinks: I take the blue pills Magpie. The ones with pfizer on them! Wanna enter the Matrix??

Mayhem: Maybe another time, Trinks. Right now, we are going to Stan Hopeforth with our first match of the night.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first....

Maggie Mayhem: And we are back, we have an interesting match to say the least coming up next.

Trinks: Interesting?

Stan Hopeforth is in the ring and begins announcing the next match….

The house lights darken and the first part of Oteps “T.R.I.C” begins to play. As it reaches the scream of “WHAT!” The entryway flashes to life with a black and white strobe effect as Holli emerges from it in a burst of fury. The house lights rise to show she is wearing a semi-baggy pair of dark low-rise jeans that have been bleached in a punk cow-like print up and down the legs. The lights from the arena catch the M60 308 gold caliber bullet belt that is hugging her hips with a brass knuckle emblem as the buckle and the gold pocket chains hanging from her pocket. Upon her torso, she rocks a white male muscle shirt that is knotted under her bust so it shows off her abs. She wears D&G dark shades on her eyes. With a baseball slide, she slips up under the ropes and gets to her feet as “TRIC!” is screamed. Before the match, she sheds her dangerously spiked belt to her corner.

Stan Hopeforth: She hails from Los Angeles California….Holli Would!

The crowd gives her a decent pop but then…

‘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: And her opponent coming to us from England, Claude Robichaux!!!

The crowd pops big for Claude as Hopeforth exits the ring and the referee goes over the prematch instructions. Having completed that, he calls for the bell to start the match.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Robichaux and Would approach each other in the center of the ring. They enter a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring and Robichaux executes a quick go behind and waste lock. Holli starts trying to find a way out of it, reaching for an ankle then trying to find a point to attack with an elbow. Claude lifts her in the air and forces her face first into the mat eventually gaining additional leverage with a front face lock. Holli forces her way back to a vertical base but Claude clinches the hold in tighter causing her to yell in pain. She retaliates with punches to the mid section of the Englishmen and forces him back into the corner. The ref calls for a clean break and Robichaux releases the hold putting his hands in the air. Holli backs away slowly and goes for a kick to the groin but Claude catches her foot and steps forward heel tripping her and watches as she falls to the mat rather indignantly. She gets to her knees as she prepares to stand up Claude charges with a knee lift that sends her sprawling across the ring!

Maggie Mayhem: Oh my, this may be over before it begins.

Trinks: No way, come on Holli your too hot to let an old man beat you!

Claude covers Holli and the referee begins the count. One! Two – kickout by Would! She tries to roll away but that plays right into Claude’s mat based strategy and he slaps on a cross face chicken wing submission hold! Holli is in dire straights but manages to make it to the ropes to force the break of the hold. Claude breaks cleanly again and the crowd applauds his sportsmanship. Claude backs away allowing Holli to get to her feet. They go to lock up again but this time Would nails him with a kick to the gut and follows it with a face buster! She quickly runs to the ropes. Holli rebounds off the ropes and leaps into the air nailing Claude with a senton! She rolls him over and shoots the half for the pin attempt. One! Kickout by Robichaux!

Maggie Mayhem: Holli with the comeback!

Trinks: I’m bored can we get pizza delivered?

Holli stays on Claude jumping to her feet quickly she starts laying the boots to Robichaux. She shoots him across the ring to the corner. She charges trying to keep the momentum and leaps into the air and sends him back out into the center of the ring with a monkey flip! Holli goes to the outside and using the ropes she comes back into the ring with a springboard leg drop! She goes for the cover again but Robichaux kicks out at one! She drags Claude back to his feet again and shoots him into the corner, but he reverses it! Short armed clothesline! Holli crashes to the mat hard from the impact. Robichaux stalks her now as she struggles to get to her feet he steps in behind her and locks in a full nelson! She tries to get away but Claude nails the full nelson suplex! Robichaux wastes no time sliding in beside her and locking in the CROSSFACE!!! They are in the center of the ring and Holli has no where to go! She tries to get to the ropes but just doesn’t have the strength to get there and she taps out to the pain. The referee calls for the bell and Robichaux releases the hold.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner by submission…Claude Robichaux!


The camera comes to life backstage, showing John Ojeda sitting against a wall with a beer in his hand. He swigs the beer and slowly gets up as he sees Nikki Blade approaching him. He smiles and tips his beer in her direction.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Hey darlin, have we met?

Nikki Blade: No, not directly but I do know who you are. Thought you would be bigger though...

She smirks watching him take another drink of his beer.

Nikki Blade: My name is Nikki. Nikki Blade, you know my cousin. Ashley, but she goes by Graves.

Wrath laughs and shakes his head.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You're her cousin? No wonder you look so familiar. So she get you your first job here or something? You our ring announcer tonight or something?

Nikki Blade: Please, I don't need her to do anything for me. I can take care of myself and get myself jobs anywhere I want.

She looks a bit annoyed at his question and figures hes one of Ashley's big fans.

Nikki Blade: You might be all, holding her up on a pedestal, but I don't ok? Everything I ever did I did for myself on my own. No help from any of the Blades.

Wrath smirks and leans back against the wall.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: First, I don't put no one on a pedestal little girl. Only thing I care about is cold hard cash and being the best. Second, for not getting any help from your cousin, you sound alot like her, right before I smacked the bad attitude out of her mouth.

Nikki's face lights up and she gets a bit of a smile on it.

Nikki Blade: Wish I was there to see that one. And don't call me little girl ok? You don't know me and don't ever compare me to her. You might have seen bits and pieces of her, that she allowed you to see but trust me, she’s not what you think. When your family you know these things, and the guy she got to marry her, he's more blind than any of you.

She takes a deep breath, looking up the hall for a moment then back at John.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: And you don't know me, little girl. I know way more about her than you think I do. Who do you think she comes to when her idiot husband is being a douchebag. You're about to get your ass eaten up by a Laroux and you're hung up on family bullshit. Sucks to be you.

Wrath laughs and downs the rest of his beer.

Nikki Blade: Maybe its my family bullshit that fuels me. And if you let Ashley come to you then you’re even more of an idiot then her husband. Like I said shes got you fooled. Growing up a Blade wasn't the best you know. Every little thing revolved around her. Everyone waited on her hand and foot cause they all felt sorry for her when her parents died. Everyone just forgot who I was especially when Ashley was around. I on the other hand, worked hard for everything I got. I don't need any help especially from a biker wanna be like yourself! You just like all the rest of them. People are afraid of you I bet but not me and I don't even know you.

She walks a bit closer to him, her eyes not wavering from his.

Nikki Blade: You think I don't stand a chance against this Laroux? Sorry you feel that way but from her track record, she doesn't seem like much to me. God, I can't stand people like you. You assume everything. I'll tell you something else..I've gotten far in my life without them or anything else and I'm not gonna start now!

Wrath gets up in her face and snarls.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You're lucky you're a female or I'd squash you like a bug.

She gets right back into his not backing down.

Nikki Blade: Oh really? No one stopping you! Don't think just cause I'm a female that I won't fight back.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: No, I just don't make it a policy to smash a face I want to fuck into pieces for no good reason other than a bad attitude.

Nikki smirks, licking her lips before getting back into his face.

Nikki Blade: I wouldn’t touch you to scratch you! You think I got some hot biker fetish or something? No that’s Ashley, which I'm sure you got plenty of. So you think you can stand there and assume you're gonna get a piece of my ass? Keep thinking John, besides. You couldn't handle this.

She shoves him hard back up against the wall, not showing any fear of him what so ever.

Wrath laughs when he bounces off the wall.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Well, you got some brass ones... you must really have a death wish. hope you don't get broken tonight.

Wrath walks past Nikki, slamming his shoulder into hers and moving her a couple steps out of his way.

Nikki Blade: Don't you worry about me. Make sure you worry about yourself.

She turns on a heel and walks in the other direction.

Another camera comes on line and shows a long hallway near the locker room area. Mac Bane is leaned up against the wall standing on one leg with the other tucked up with his foot resting against the wall, black Stetson pulled down low. He appears deep in thought as he mumbles to himself quietly. The reigning Legacy Champion Sydney LaRoux enters the frame, Bane looks up momentarily, tips his hat to her.

Mac Bane: Ma’am.

Sydney LaRoux: Well...If it ain't Macentyre Bane. Long way from home aren't you?

She smirks a bit and then takes to a lean herself against the wall as a couple crew members pass through before them.

Mac Bane: Just a little bit but Texas is as good a place as Chicago. Heard you were a mom now..twice. Congratulations.

Sydney LaRoux: Who would have thought, right? Makes you grow up real quick.

She smiles softly and then shrugs a bit turning towards him.

Sydney LaRoux: You know, you are an alright guy. I wanted Holli to not follow the same road I did by getting hooked up on a guy. It was never that I thought you weren’t good enough or anything. I, at least, wanted you to know that much.

Mac Bane: Thanks Syd, coming from you that is quite a compliment, I was hoping you might come by this way. I just wanted you to know that this ol boy has got your back. Not that I think you need it but this Zenith thing...they need to be taught a lesson.

Sydney offers out her hand in friendship to him, and Bane accepts the offer with a smile.

Mayhem: Wow. A new possible friendship formed there. Alright Richie, we’re one exciting match down for the night; you ready for another?

Trinks: Another what? Did you get a different program than me?

Mayhem: I’d watch what you say about Slayde, didn’t you see what he did to Brodasali’s arm last week?

Trinks: See it? I still shudder whenever I hear something crack or crunch …

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

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 Brrrrritish Booooomber!

Bomber makes the 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.

Mayhem: Bomber is coming off a tough loss last week to Sydney LaRoux that also saw him attacked at the end.

Trinks: Hey, this guy has built his whole career on the phrase ‘adding insult to injury’.

Mayhem: Well, he’s looking to bounce back this week against an opponent who made quite an impact in his debut!

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponet …

“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"

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Stan Hopeforth: From Los Angeles, California … Wolfgang Slaaaaayde!

Bomber watches the entrance area, as do the fans but nothing happens. Hopeforth looks back at the annouce table to see what’s going on.

Trinks: Maybe he forgot that when he hears his name … he’s supposed to come out.

Stan Hopeforth: I said … his opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, California … Wwwwwwolfgang Slaaaaayde!

All eyes watch the entrance area but still nothing.

Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re sorry for the delay, I’m not sure where Mr. Slayde is or why he’s not showing up for …

Trinks: Hey, clam up … something is going down in back!

The camera feed cuts to a shot of the backstage locker room area. One of the locker room doors is being held open while a man is escorted out flailing his legs and screaming at the top of his lungs. It’s Slayde! Wolfgang Slayde is being led out of the locker room by two uniformed police officers!

Wolfgang Slayde: This is bullshit I tell you! It’s not mine … somebody’s trying to set me up … BULLSHIIIIIIIT!

He continues to kick his legs up into the air, causing the police to push him chest first into the nearest wall to try and get him better under control.

Wolfgang Slayde: I’m not going back mother fuckers … you can’t take me back there … I’ll fucking kill you … I’ll kill all of you!

A silent nod from one officer and Slade is brought down to the ground quickly with a foot to the back of his knees. This gives the other officer room to quickly administer a heavy dose of pepper spray. Slayde is howling in rage and pain at the same time, but thankfully no longer fighting the officers.

Wolfgang Slayde: Think pepper spray can stop me … you bitches haven’t seen the last of me. I’ll find out who did this, and I’ll get ‘em … payback fuckers … I’ll have my payback!

With this the camera feed cuts back to the ring where Bomber stands beside Stan Hopeforth just shaking his head, along with everyone else in attendance.

Stan Hopeforth: Um … and your winner, I guess, The British Bomber!?!

Mayhem: Wow, not exactly the end to the match that I was expecting Richie.

Trinks: Hey, a wins a win; and when you’re the British Bomber you can never look a gift win in the face … or is it mouth? Something else is brewing with Mac in the back! Look Mags.

Voices are heard off camera, one of a male's and the other being that of a woman's. The camera jiggles lightly as it moves down the hallway and turns the corner, the male's voice revealed to be that of Mac Bane while the other figure remains with their back faced to the camera, but the pink hair reveals who it is nonetheless, Holli Would.

Mac Bane:: ..So I was wondering if..you wanted to maybe get something sometime after work. Talk about Josiah or old times..

Holli Would: Maybe sometime yeah. That would be fun Mac.

After a few moments, some footsteps are heard coming from around the corner and soon the brown skinned Carribbean stumbles onto the screen, blacks shades over his eyes and a white, v-neck t shirt underneath an open black leather jacket. The collar popped on the jacket, a match to the slim pair of black pants that hug his athletic frame, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips when those black aviators with the chrome trim are lowered enough to reveal piercing brown eyes.

Andreas DeCosta: Oh, shit.. this does not look like an office.. Sorry, I'm just..

Andreas goes to walk passed the pair but pauses a moment to look at the woman who looks as if she has no clue who this man is, but he doesn't mind.. he's never come across a woman such as her before. The pink hair... heavy eyeliner... the clothes, or lack there of, that expose her slim physique.

Andreas DeCosta: I see you guys are talking, and Ima let you finish but..

He takes a step closer to Holli Would, a confident lick of his lips as he eyes her up and down, taking a hold of his shades and pulling them off.

Andreas DeCosta: ...they don't make women like you back where I come from.. whats ya name you little fireball?

Mac Bane seems to clear his throat a minute to remind Andreas he is standing there. Holli Would just seems to laugh a little at this guy and his obvious maschismo or ego he has.

Holli Would: Uh..Holli Would. Hello.

Mac Bane seems to tap his shoulder gently and he speaks up.

Mac Bane:: Excuse me son, think you might be in the wrong set of business here.

Andreas DeCosta: Oh I think I got into the right business.

Andreas smirks, barely giving a glance to the other fella in the hallway as he leans an arm against the wall, his back toward Bane. Holli seems to smirk a little as once again, they have been interrupted. Perhaps they will never truly get to have a conversation. She moves a hand up to her lips to hide a bit of a laugh as her eyes squint and she speaks up.

Holli Would: Oh is that so?

Andreas DeCosta: Yes, Miss Holli Would.. you're gonna be seeing a lot more of me around here.. you and the rest of Revival. You might not know me now, but soon "Andreas DeCosta" is gonna be on all the lips of everyone in the locker room.. in the crowd.. in the whole damn city.

He leans closer as his voice drops somewhat as Mac Bane seems to step a little closer to him after those last words.

Andreas DeCosta: Including those pretty little lips of yours too..

Holli seems to blush as he flirts with her so boldly in front of Mac Bane. Andreas pushes off the wall and places the shades back over his eyes, stepping passed the pair finally and turning back to look toward Mac Bane.

Andreas DeCosta: Oh, wait.. actually maybe you can help me cowboy, I'm looking for Mercedes, ya know where I might find her?

Mac Bane:: Her office is that way. I think you better go find it.

Andreas DeCosta: Yeah, thanks partner.

With that, Andreas takes a few steps backwards with that charismatic grin of his before turning again and heading toward Mrs. Monroe's office and the camera cuts back to Holli and Mac Bane. Holli looks confused with a light smile as Mac Bane keeps his eyes towards the way that Andreas had gone, his jaw clenching before the scene fades back to Revival’s entryway.

[Mercedes Monroe]

“Her Portrait in Black” blares over the arena loudspeakers as Rose comes out of the curtain and starts her slow methodical walk to the ring. (If the opponent is already there she will make a gesture of some sort to hopefully un-nerve her opponent) When she reaches the ring she steps on the ring apron and with her back to the ropes does a rope assisted twirl over the ropes and then goes to her knees and lets out of the scream as she leans further back than (if the opponent is already there) she goes to a heel opponent and antagonizes her to freak her our if the opponent is a face or is not there she move to the opposite and sits in the corner and waits

Mayhem: Here comes Rose Acantha, Nate Webb’s manager and a woman that seems determined to get a piece of our Legacy Champion

Trinks: She looks a bit scary, but the goth thing is kind of hot! You think she’ll like my hair?

Mayhem: No one likes your hair, Trinks!

Trinks: Lies! No one loves your hair! But everyone seems to love Sydney Laroux!

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.

"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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Syd is in a pair of boys lengthy plaid dark purple and black shorts that come down to her knees with multiple chains running from both pockets that glimmer in the light and sway as she moves. On her chest she wears a rather tight fitting (white or black skull) Lucky 13 tank top that has been modified by Sydney with some of her own designs and has the tagline "Bought a line of shit, now you want to sell it back to me". Her dark semi-dreads are hanging free around her shoulders but the top of her head is concealed by a purple bandana under black fedora with white pinstripes. Her socks are white and black striped and they are pulled up to her knees under the shorts. Various cross, charm, and good luck necklaces adorn her neck just as braclets and wristbands adorn her arms. Her boots are Ed hardy converse combat style. She points out to the crowd before hopping down and shedding her multiple lengthy pocket chains into her fedora and giving them to the ref as she waits for her opponent.

Mayhem: Sydney Laroux is looking pumped up tonight!

Trinks: She needs to be, with the Zenith on the loose!

Mayhem: That doesn’t seem to be affecting her mind set... she looks like she’s going to tear someone’s head off.

Trinks: Doesn’t she always? That girl has a bad attitude!

The match opens up with the two ladies meeting in the center of the ring and tying up. Syd pushes Rose back into the corner, and the ref comes in to break the two of them up. He gets between the two of them, but Syd reaches out and smacks Rose. Rose shoves the ref away, and tosses Syd into the corner. Rose lays in a big chest chop and whips Sydney across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Sydney hangs in the corner for a moment as Rose comes across the ring and starts a handspring elbow combo. As Rose starts the handspring, Sydney charges out of the corner and nails Rose with a nasty dropkick to the gut, that stops her mid handspring and leaves he flat on the mat. Sydney pops up to her feet quickly to the mixed reaction of the crowd.

Mayhem: They aren’t wasting a lot of time, but Sydney is getting the better of Rose Acantha here.

Trinks: Woah! What a dropkick to the ribs. She’s definitely not breathing right.

Mayhem:You wouldn’t be either. But you never are. You should use a treadmill sometimes Richie... you’re looking a little doughy!

Trinks: It’s not fat, it’s muscle mass lady! Muscle mass and awesomeness! Like my hair!

Sydney picks up Rose and hooks her for a vertical suplex, dropping Rose flat on her back. Sydney picks up Rose and whips her into the ropes. Rose ducks a clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and skids over Sydney’s back when she goes for a backdrop. Rose hits the ropes and comes back, jumping up and catching Sydney with a spinning head scissors that sends Sydney sliding to the outside. Rose bounces off the ropes and dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha; dropping to the outside and leaving her and Sydney on the cold hard concrete floor. Rose pops up and the crowd starts to cheer!

Mayhem: Rose Acantha is showing off some of that speed and high flying ability there Richie!

Trinks: That she is! A spinning head scissors!

Mayhem:But Sydney isn’t down and out from that!

Trinks: But she maybe after that suicide dive!

Rose grabs Sydney and rolls her back into the ring. Rose picks up Sydney and whips her towards the corner. Sydney puts on the brakes as Rose comes in and nails Rose with a kick that staggers her backwards. Sydney jumps up on the second rope and then jumps back at Rose with a back elbow. Both go down in the center of the ring. Sydney gets up and picks up Rose. Sydney goes to whip Rose, but Rose reverses and catches Sydney with a short arm clothesline. Sydney gets up quickly and throws a kick at Rose that Rose catches. Sydney hops for a minute, and then lays Rose out with an enziguiri. Sydney rolls Rose over quickly and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mayhem:Sydney is remaining in control here in this match.

Trinks: You know what’s in control? My awesomeness!

Mayhem:How did you even get this job? You babble on about yourself half the matches!

Trinks: Yeah, because I’m awesome! Awesome like batman!

Sydney gets up and picks up Rose. Sydney whips Rose into the ropes, and goes for a backdrop. Rose comes in and nails Sydney with a kick to the face. Rose charges again and hits Sydney with a lariat that puts her down to the mat. Both women struggle for a minute as the crowd claps and Rose gets back to her feet. Rose catches Sydney as she gets up and goes for an F-5. Sydney lands on her feet. Sydney scoops up Rose from behind and hooks her for the vertabreaker. Sydney drops out and drives Rose into the mat with the Laroux Lobotomy. Sydney rolls over and pins Rose.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: WINNER OF THE MATCH! SSYYDDNEEYY LLLLAAAROOOUXX!

Sydney walks up the ramp with the crowd booing wildly…she just shrugging it off mocking Rose who is now seated in the middle of the ring glaring at her.

Nathan Webb comes into the ring with a microphone in hand and embraces his “sister” as she gets to her feet slowly but surely.

Nathan: Hey Sydney…you fought one hell of a battle tonight and believe me I hope you won’t chicken out of round 2…because I guarantee there will be one.

The crowd cheers giving their applause to Rose for her efforts. As the crowd noise dies down Nathan Webb puts the microphone back to his lips.

Nathan: Now while I could go on about dear old Sydney…I do have something else that needs to be said…and I do believe that Sydney should especially listen up…ESPECIALLY after the events of show number one…

Nathan pauses for a second before once again putting the microphone close to his mouth.

Nathan: You see I hear there is a group out there who call themselves the Zenith…frankly I have no idea why they decided to show up…what they are TRULY after…and how they plan to get it…What I do know is that frankly they whole masked thing…the whole attack under the cover of darkness…the whole attack when a match is over so that whoever they are antagonizing can’t really defend themselves…while smart…I will give them that…is overplayed and really shows well to put things simply a lack of testicular fortitude on their part….

The crowd lets out an applause which cuts Nathan Webb off but quickly dies down.

Nathan: So I guess what I am trying to say is that while you go and play your games…and screw around…well let’s just say that is not the mindset of people like me…like Rose…like Mac Bane…you see we don’t play games…we fight wars…and I know we are damn good at it…so it doesn’t matter whether what you do tonight or in the near future…I’ll just give you this fair warning or bit of advice…whatever you want to take it as…get out in the open and fight…I mean seriously fight…or you’re not going to want to know what happens if we even think you are in our area code…and that’s the damn truth….

With that “Under and Over it” by Five Finger Death Punch blares on the loud speakers…with Nathan Webb and Rose Acantha leaving up the ramp to the applause of the fans.

**VIDEO MONTAGE OF ZENITH ATTACKING AGAIN LAST WEEK**

Mayhem: Zenith really shook things up. We just got our table fixed and still the ReviTron is busted..usable but trashed.

Trinks: Sounds like Holli Would! BAH DUM TSSH!

The voice of Mac Bane booms, “You better call 911 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. Mac tips his black Stestson cowboy hat to the crowd as he slowly makes his way down the ramp acknowledging the fans, although he is full of energy he walks to the ring with a noticeable limp. He walks slowly up the ring steps and steps between the ropes. He approaches the near corner and climbs the turn buckles, standing on the middle pad and throws his arms in the air in the form of an “X” and crowd explodes. He steps down carefully and the ring attendant brings him a microphone. Standing in the center of the ring he waits for the crowd to die down.

Mac Bane:: Cut the damn music!

The crowd pops again as the production team kills the feed for his music and the video.

Mac Bane:: John Ojeda!

The crowd boos interrupting him but only for a moment as he tips the brim of the black Stetson back a little and smiles at the fans.

Mac Bane:: You act like whippin my ass is some kind of career achievement son! I have had my ass kicked by some of the very best in this business, and guess what?

Crowd: What!?

Mac Bane: you couldn’t hold their jock boy!

The crowd erupts again as Bane continues to bash his opponent from the previous show.

Mac Bane: Congratulations little man, you are in the main event, how long you stay in the spotlight however is not up to you.

Bane points out at the crowd walking in a circle to include everyone in attendance and then points at the camera that he is looking into.

Mac Bane: Its up to them!

The crowd goes absolutely nuts.

Mac Bane: That’s right little boy, its up to these fans in this arena and the ones watching at home on how long you stay relevant in this business. Get you another bag of Kenzans son, ‘cause this shit is far from over!

Crowd: ONE MORE TIME….ONE MORE TIME….ONE MORE TIME!!!

Mac Bane: We are far from done John…any match….anytime….anywhere…

The camera zooms in on the face of Mac Bane.

Mac Bane: ONE!

The crowd begins to buzz.

Mac Bane: MORE!

The crowd begins to cheer louder.

Mac Bane: TIME!

The crowd erupts as Bane echoes their sentiment.

Mac Bane: Now then on to more immediate business. There is a little group of cowards running around here that call themselves Zenith.

The cheers turn to boos quickly.

Mac Bane: Yeah I agree, your attack on Bomber and LaRoux will not go unanswered!

The crowd erupts at the statement and then the lights go out! When the lights come back up Bane is still standing in the center of the ring with “Princess”(sledge hammer wrapped in razor wire) in his right hand and the microphone in his left.

Mac Bane: I’m not the guy you want to play games with!

Bane drops the microphone with “Princess” in hand as his music plays the fans are on their feet.

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Revival returns with the match kicking off with Reaper and Bane meeting in the center of the ring. The two men stand eye to eye until Reaper shoves Bane away from him. Bane steps in quickly, causing Reaper to swing for Bane’s head. Bane ducks under the punch and gets the go behind on Reaper. Bane quickly trips Reaper, dropping him face first on the mat. Bane drops down and starts to hook in a surfboard, but Reaper creeps out of the hold by reaching the ropes. Bane breaks the hold quickly and goes after Reaper. Bane is greeted with a big chest chop for his advances. Reaper grabs hold of Bane and shoves him into the corner, nailing him with a few more chops before whipping him to the other side of the ring. Bane puts the brakes on and nails Reaper with a back elbow as he comes in. Reaper charges in a second time and Bane moves, causing Reaper to Ric Flair flip over the turnbuckle to the apron. Bane charges away from Reaper and jumps up on the turnbuckles, only to nail Reaper with a missle dropkick that sends Reaper off the ring apron to the floor with a sickening thud.

Mayhem: This match is between two very talented competitors with something to prove in Revival Wrestling, wouldn’t you say so Trinks?

Trinks: That is right Mags, both men came close at our first show and one can look to hit the five hundred level here with a win.

Mayhem: Yeah, because that’s the most important thing in this business, your record. God Richie boy, you are dumb. It’s about honor and prestige.

Trinks: Yeah, and you get that by winning and kicking ass. And having awesome hair. I mean, look at mine!

Mayhem: Woah! Bane with a big missle dropkick that sent Reaper to the floor!

Trinks: We’ve got bodies near our table again! And it’s not Bane this time!

Bane rolls out of the ring as the ref starts his count. Bane picks up Reaper and whips him into the guard railing. When the ref gets to five, Bane rolls in the ring and right back out prompting the ref to start his count all over again, this time a bit slower. Reaper comes charging down the aisle towards Bane, but Bane catches him with a belly to belly suplex. Reaper splats on the concrete floor. Bane walks over to the announce table and takes the monitor, allowing Reaper to get up. Bane runs towards Reaper, plastering him with the monitor. Reaper stumbles and falls onto the table. Bane stomps towards the table, nailing Bane with a big elbow to the head. Bane rips the head set off Maggie Mayhem and puts it on for a minute.

Mac Bane: This is what’s going to happen to you the next time that I get my hands on you Wrath!

Bane chucks the head set to the side, grabs the ring bell, and smacks Reaper in the head with the bell. The bell lets out a loud clang and Reaper lays flat on the table; opened up and bleeding from the shot with the ring bell. Bane walks over and rolls into the ring to break the refs count again. Bane heads back for the Reaper and picks him up, climbing onto the table with him. Bane stuffs Reaper to get him ready for a piledriver, but Reaper reverses and back body drops Bane off the table to the concrete floor. Bane lands hard and hits like a piece of meat hitting the tile. Reaper drops down from the table and leans against the guar railing, trying to get his wits back.

Mayhem: This is getting crazy already. They’re battling it out right in front of our announce table!

Trinks: I hope they don’t destroy it like last week. I didn’t have anywhere to put my jesus juice!

Mayhem: You call it jesus juice?! God, just another reason to think you’re a creep Trinks!

Trinks: Creepy like a fox! This hair is gorgeous. The women just love it. Especially when I was the best texarkana television champion in the history of this business!

Reaper gets back his brains and heads back towards Bane who is slow to get up from the big fall on the concrete. Reaper grabs Bane and rolls him into the ring. Reaper slides in, looking to capitalize on the advantage. Bane gets to his feet in time to be met with a big elbow to the temple that sends him staggering back into the ropes. Bane comes back and is greeted with a roaring elbow that leaves him laying flat in the ring. Reaper waits for Bane to get up and then charges for a knee. Bane moves out of the way and comes up behind Reaper. Reaper counters quickly with a quick go behind and then dumps Bane on his head with a big half nelson suplex that plants Bane on his head. Reaper quickly rolls over and goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Th-KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Bane looks like he’s out of it here. You gotta wonder what kind of toll his last match took on him?

Trinks: Reaper better take advantage of it while he can. Bane has amazing recuperative powers.

Mayhem: He can take a lot of punishment, but I don’t think getting spiked like that is going to help his chances!

Trinks: This could be... NO! He kicked out! Bane lives to fight another second.

Reaper smacks the mat and curses at the ref, protesting the way he counted. Reaper shoves the referee back into the corner, threatening him. Bane slowly gets up to his feet, just in time to catch Reaper’s attention. Bane takes a few steps towards the corner and is met with an elbow. Bane staggers back and then charges forward. Reaper moves out of the way and sends Bane barreling into the corner, squashing the referee in the process. Bane steps out of the corner and watches as the referee staggers out of the corner and falls lifelessly to the mat. Reaper takes this time to get a chair from the ring side crew and wait to tee off on Bane. Bane turns around and is leveled with a chair shot to the head. Blood starts to flow from Bane’s head almost immediately, and Reaper dives in to go for the cover. There’s no referee there, so after a moment of trying to pin Bane, he gets up and grabs the chair, opening up and setting it in the center of the ring in frustration.

Mayhem: Bane just crushed the ref! There’s no one there to make the count~

Trinks: That’s a good thing for Bane... bad for my bottom line. I have money on the Reaper.

Mayhem: You know Trinks, that doesn’t surprise me. You always did seem like a degenerate to me.

Trinks: If by degenerate you mean greatness... yeah.

Bane slowly gets back to his feet, looking weary from battle. Reaper moves the chair towards the corner of the ring. Reaper picks up Bane and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Reaper starts to climb and gets to the second turnbuckle before Bane stops him with a headbutt. Bane hits two more headbutts and then stuffs Reaper between his legs. Bane nails Existence Ended (sick flip piledriver) through the chair, leaving the chair crumbled underneath them. Bane rolls Reaper up and goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner....MACCCC BANNNNNNE!

[Mercedes Monroe]

The camera comes on in the gorilla position showing the production staff milling about and several of the wrestlers either after their matches or before they are ready to go on. Wrath is standing with the production manager, going over various things for the show.

Production Manager: Alright, John when you come out, hard camera one is going to be on your left. You need to play to that camera until you hit the ring steps; and then hard cam two will be off in the crows nest behind the ring announcers table.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Tell them not to cut the music.

Production Manager: We can't really do that...

John "Wrath" Ojeda: No, that music isn't getting cut when the match starts.

The production manager prepares to protests, but stops when he sees Ojeda glaring at him like he might hit him. It's at about this time that Mac Bane emerges through the curtain after a hard fought win against the Reaper. Bane glares at Ojeda and approaches.

Mac Bane: Well, well, well what fresh Hell is this? You run out of weed so now you’re harassing employees?

The production Manager tries to move away but Bane puts a hand on his shoulder.

Mac Bane: Don’t worry Chief, nothing to fear.

Bane looks at Ojeda with hate in his eyes.

Mac Bane: Nothing at all.

John "Wrath" Ojeda:That's a lot of big talk coming from someone that got his head bounced off the concrete last week and got pinned for a three count. What, beating that fucking has been got you feeling your oats again? Or is it the pain killers making you that stupid?

Wrath angrily shoves the production assistant away with one hand, sending him toppling over some production equipment. This causes the other people in the area, security, production staff, and a few wrestlers start to approach the two as Wrath gets right into Bane's face

John "Wrath" Ojeda:Keep fucking talking son, and I promise you, the next time I'm bringing a lot more than just kenzans with me.

Mac Bane: You seem to have some serious anger issues their junior, what’s wrong not enough weed? Tell you what you little bitch, bring the kenzans and everything else you can find and lets freakin do this. Only this time the doc will have to dig them out of your ass boy!

That is all either of them can take as they lunge at each other but security is on top of their game and all twelve members get between the two men as they are ready to throw down.

John "Wrath" Ojeda:Damn Texas breeds ‘em dumb. Any time you want it, you can get your bell rung like a crackhead again. For now... I’ve got work to do and money to collect. Get the fuck out of my way pill popper.

Wrath storms off out of the gorilla position and heads to get ready for his match as the camera shifts to the another area of the arena and fades into Sydney LaRoux and Ashley LaRoux together talking. Sydney looks to be giving her a small pep talk as Ashley prepares for her match against Nikki Blade.

Sydney LaRoux: Look, you will be fine out there. Don’t worry about anything else but winning and you will.

Ashley LaRoux: That is easy for you to say, you’re Revival’s Legacy Champion. I’m Revival’s resident misfit.

Sydney shakes her head at her and then grabs her shoulders and shakes her a little.

Sydney LaRoux: I know you are worried about what everyone else thinks about you and what happened but you need to just forget it all. Forget Sam and your past as Alyx. You are Ashley now and better yet, a LaRoux.

Hearing that makes Ashley perk up a little. It was as if she were seeking the approval of Sydney this whole entire time. She nods gently and takes her hand and smacks herself in the temples.

Sydney LaRoux: What...are you doing? Don’t do that.

Ashley LaRoux: I was psyching myself up like something you would do right?

Sydney LaRoux: Uh..No. Don’t ever do that.

She cracks a smile and Ashley beams that cute girly smile.

Ashley LaRoux: Go puppy power?

Sydney pushes her towards the door and shakes her head.

Sydney LaRoux: Just..no. Go okay. Good Luck.

Ashley LaRoux: How about Care Bear Sta …

Sydney LaRoux: NO! Now get out there and kick some ass.

And with that, Ashley bounces her way out the door with a hopeful expression as Sydney is left wondering what the hell was really wrong with that girl.

Maggie Mayhem: and we are back! Up next…

Richie Trinks: Two of the hottest women on the planet! They look almost as good as my hair…

Maggie Mayhem: Oh dear lord….Please Stan Hopeforth save me from this….

The camera switches to the ring where Stan Hopeforth stands in the center of the ring and raises his microphone.

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

Music blasts as she comes bursting through the curtain to the edge of the stage and points at the fans going back and forth. Then heads down the ramp to the steps and goes up them and across the ring apron grabbing hold of the top rope and raising her arm up. She goes through the ropes into the ring and runs to the far turnbuckle and grabs hold of the rope pulling herself up raising her arms up to the fans again before jumping down.

Stan Hopeforth: She calls Dallas, Texas home, she is Nikki Blade!

The crowd gives a mixed but mostly respectful response as Stan continues.

Stan Hopeforth: And her 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.

Stan Hopeforth: She calls Toronto Ontario home, she is Ashley LaRoux!

Ashley gets a much more positive response as Stan Hopeforth exits the ring the referee calls for the bell to start the match. Nikki and Ashley approach the center of the ring and for a collar and elbow tie up each jockeying for position but neither gaining the advantage at first because their strength is so evenly matched. Nikki strikes first with a stomp to the foot of Ashley and then a quick side headlock, grinding it out as she moves her arms down and then raises back up again. Ashley quickly moves her to the ropes and tries to shoot her across the ring but Blade hangs on using the headlock to stop the momentum. LaRoux hits a quick succession of forearm shots to the kidney and rib area and then hits a belly to back suplex! The crowd roars with excitement as she bridges for the pin attempt!

Maggie Mayhem: Here is the quick pin attempt!

Trinks: Way too early for that!

One!

Nikki rolls the shoulder at the count of one breaking the pin attempt as both women are quickly back to their feet! Ashley comes in only to be met by a quick kick to the stomach by Blade doubling her over in pain. Nikkie comes in quickly and hits a fast DDT rolling her over for a pin attempt of her own!

One!

Kickout by LaRoux! Blade now in control drags Ashley to her feet and irish whips her to the corner with authority causing Ashley to bounce out hard! She drags LaRoux back to her feet and scoops her up with a one armed neck breaker slam! Nikkie steps out onto the ring apron and waits for Ashley to recover. She doesn’t have to wait long as LaRoux staggers back to her feet holding her neck. As Ashley approaches the ropes Blade boots her through the ropes doubling her over! Nikki using the ropes jumps to the top rope and then spring boards herself off with a sunset flip! Ashley counters by holding onto the ropes! The ref starts counting for her to break and as she lets go Nikki shoves her away with authority but not far enough. Nikki gets back to a seated position and Ashley unloads with Kamehameha! The force of the high impact double palm strike to her face slams her back into the ropes creating a whiplash affect. she rolls around on the mat clutching her neck in pain.

Maggie Mayhem: And LaRoux with the cover.

Trinks: Man would I love to be the meat in that sammich.

Maggie Mayhem: You’d actually have to have some meat Richie.

The ref slides in for the pinfall count.

One!
Two!

Kickout by Blade! Nikki is the one that is a little slower getting up this time as Ashley capitalizes on the momentum shift. As Nikki comes up from all fours to having one knee under her LaRoux charges with a shining wizard! The strike to the temple flattens Blade! The crowd gets behind Ashley urging her on. LaRoux drags Blade back to her feet and hoists her up on her shoulders in the firemans carry position and hits bazinga! This unique fireman’s carry into a neckbreaker leaves Blade sprawled in the center of the ring. LaRoux immediately goes to the top turnbuckle and looks down at her opponent she leaps off trying to hit Avada Kedavra but Blad rolls out of the way at the last possible moment! The right knee of LaRoux buckles from the impact and she goes down immediately. The ref moves in to make sure she can continue.

Maggie Mayhem: This match may be over right here if she cannot continue.

Trinks: I wonder if she will need help…

LaRoux waives off the official saying she is fine as she bends her knee flexing it in and out making sure. Nikki blade has recovered and props herself up in the corner catching her breath and clearing the cobwebs. She waits for Ashley to get back to her feet and fires out of the corner hitting a running bulldog! She rolls LaRoux over for the pin.

One!
Two!

Kickout by Ashley! Blade backs away again waiting for Ashley to recover and as she does she charges her again this time with a drop kick to the knee! The crowd groans as the impact takes LaRoux’s feet out from under her and she hits face first! Nikki wastes no time as she grabs the legs of Ashley and applies the sharpshooter!

Maggie Mayhem: Submission applied in the center of the ring!

Trinks: No way!

Slowly, methodically LaRoux claws her way to the ropes and the ref calls for the break. Blade refuses and cranks back on the submission hold up until the ref gets to a count of four. Blade is relentless, immediately after breaking the hold she attacks the knee in the ropes as the ref pushes her away warning her that she can and will be disqualified. She maneuvers herself around the ref to go after Ashley again. As she does so the words “I choose you!” are screamed by LaRoux as she unloads a vicious super kick out of no where! She doesn’t go for the cover instead she drags Blade back to her feet and locks in MEGAZORD! Ashley has the hanging triangle hold locked in but too close to the ropes. Nikki reaches out immediately and grabs the ropes. The ref calls for the break but this time its Ashley who refuses to break the hold much to the delight of the crowd! She does break it at the count of four much like Blade had done earlier.

Maggie Mayhem: Wow, both of these women are testing the patience of the referee tonight.

Trinks: This really would have been a better match had it been a cat fight instead of a wrestling match.

Nikki Blade is down and out on the mat and not moving, Ashley quickly climbs to the top rope just as Blade is starting to stir. Nikki slowly climbs back to her feet looking none too steady and LaRoux leaps from the turn buckle….GLITCH!!! The impact from the double knee reverse lung blower is amazing as Blade bounces up in the air and lands awkwardly. LaRoux rolls her over and makes the cover!

One!
Two!
Three!

The referee calls for the bell as Stan Hopeforth makes the announcement.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner via pinfall Ashley LaRoux!

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Again, “Poison” by Alice Cooper begins to play and Mercedes returns to the entryway with a fancy lottery number ball machine. She has a mic already in her hand as her music fades away and she is left with the balls binging aound inside.

Mercedes Monroe: It is now time to pick the winning numbers for next weeks Resurrection.

She pulls a lever and one of the white balls sucks its way up into the carriage and she pulls it from the little slot and reads out the number.

Mercedes Monroe: 85!

From the back emerges Ishimaru and he comes to stand off to the side of Mercedes Monroe. She continues with another ball being pulled and she calls out another number as it comes to her.

Mercedes Monroe: 16!

The crowd gives a small pop for the next number and who emerges from the back- None other than Claude Robichaux! He humbly takes a place before the crowd and both men await the third winner.

Mercedes Monroe: 67!

She calls out and it is met with no one emerging for a couple seconds. The three of them look at each other before Mercedes calls out the number again and finally REAPER comes from the back. He takes a place out front and gloats that he was chosen to fight for the Heavyweight Title.

Reaper: It’s all mine fellas! Don’t bother showing up!

Mercedes Monroe: And finally, number 4!

And with that, the back rumbles with the sound of the last entrant into the Heavyweight Title match, John “Wrath” Ojeda! The crowd seems to burst with boos as he is picked last knowing that they love to hate him. Mercedes tries to talk over the noise.

Mercedes Monroe: And here you have the four winners for next week. Congratulations to you all as you look ahead to Resurrection 3.

Trinks:Amazing. Two lackies..a old guy and Wrath. I don’t even wanna watch it.

Mayhem: I think it will be amazing Trinks. But you know what is really great? There has been no sign of Zenith here tonight. Maybe all the security that is here in the building has worked.

Trinks:I think you are right. Don’t mess with my Mercedes baby! She has it all on lock downy-down.

Mayhem: Let’s not jimx it and keep it rolling on with Wrath vs. Ishimaru next! Stan! Introductions please.

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....

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.

Mayhem: Wrath is something else. I’m not sure if im to hate him or like him.

Trinks: Hate him. I do. But I hope he beats up the Charlie!

The match kicks off with Wrath and Junichiro tying up in the center of the ring. Wrath shoves Junichiro away after a moment and Junichiro comes in with a quick double leg takedown. Junichiro goes to step over into a quick toe hold, but Wrath kicks him away. Wrath gets up quickly as Junichiro comes back. Wrath nails Junichiro with a drop toe hold. Wrath shoots around and hooks in a side headlock. Junichiro gets up to his feet, reverses the hold, and hits Wrath with a snapmare. Junichiro unloads with a back kick that causes Wrath to groan and then snap to his feet with an angry look on his face. Wrath points at his jaw, talking trash to Junichiro. Junichiro unloads with a right hand, but Wrath doesn’t budge. Wrath laughs and points at his jaw again, causing Junichiro to hit him with another shot, but harder. Wrath’s head snaps to the side, and then he unloads with a right hand of his own that sends Junichiro stumbling and falling out between the ropes.

Mayhem: This match is going to be a test of wills. The Beast has the resolve and constitution of a bull; and Wrath seems to have an almost machine like ability to endure anything thrown at him.

Trinks: You said it well Mags. I don’t know what’s going to happen here, but technical wrestling is on the bill a bit here, wouldn’t you say.

Mayhem: Neither man seems to be giving up an inch in that area. They’re trading hold for hold, but I think Wrath just suckered The Beast into the wrong game.

Trinks: What a right hand! He knocked him stupid with that straight right!

Wrath rolls out of the ring and grabs Junichiro, whipping him towards the announce table. Junichiro puts on the breaks and nails Wrath with a back kick as he charges in. Junichiro bounces Wrath’s head off the announce table, and then whips him into the ring post. Wrath hits the post and hits the floor. Junichiro follows over and picks him up, rolling him up onto the apron of the ring. Junichiro nails Wrath with an elbow to keep him stunned and then hops up on the ring apron. Junichiro charges down the ring apron and jumps to nail the guillotine leg drop, but Wrath rolls out of the way. Junichiro lands hard and falls to the ground. Wrath gets up, and runs down the apron, using the turnbuckles as a springboard. Wrath spins in the air and nails Junichiro with spinning crescent kick that sends Junichiro back to the floor.

Mayhem: It looks like the action’s coming out way Richie!

Trinks: Wow, Junichiro just bounced Wrath like a basketball off our announce table! And into the ringpost!

Mayhem: It looks like the Beast is taking over here, and he’s going to... no! His ass is going to be sore like Trinks’ is every night after work!

Trinks: Wait! What the hell was that! Did he just go street fighter two turbo on us!? This isn’t an Ashley Laroux match!

Wrath picks up Junichiro and whips him back into the ring. Wrath climbs back into the ring and picks Junichiro up. Wrath whips Junichiro into the corner and charges in directly behind him; nailing him with a big running forearm. Junichiro falls out of the corner and rolls to the mat. Wrath hops up on the second rope and jumps off with diving knee drop that nails Junichiro in the head. Wrath rolls clear of it and gets up, playing to the crowd. When Wrath turns around Junichiro is up and takes a wild swing at Wrath’s head. Wrath ducks it and hooks Junichiro for a german suplex. Wrath drives backwards and drops Junichrio on his head and bridging for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Wrath has taken control of the match here and he is giving it to Junichiro pretty hard.

Trinks: I don’t think getting a few stiff shots is going to do much damage to The Beast, Mags. He’s from the land of the rising sun and they hit very hard over there. I’m sure he’s used to it.

Mayhem: That may be so, but it’s going to take it’s toll if he lets it continue.

Trinks: He’s going to get him, but NO! What a kickout!

Wrath gets up and goes after Junichiro, picking him up and hooking him for a suplex. Junichiro rolls out the back of the suplex and backs up into the rope, coming back at Wrath. Wrath turns around just in time to be leveled by a roaring elbow. Wrath drops to his knees and The Beast comes back with a running knee strike that puts Wrath down on the mat. Junichiro picks Wrath up and hooks him for a vertical suplex. Junichiro gets Wrath up and nails him with Banzai! Wrath goes down in a heap and Junichiro dives over him, going for a cover.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Junichiro gets loose, and that’s going to be bad for Wrath!

Trinks: ROARING ELBOW! He got rocked! The impact from that was so hard it messed up my glorious hair splendor! Where’s my comb!?

Mayhem: Would you stop worrying about your hair? He’s going for the end here!

Trinks: No way! Authoritative kickout!

Junichiro picks up Wrath after the kickout and hooks him for a t-bone suplex. The Beast unloads and dumps Wrath halfway across the ring. Wrath rolls to his feet and climbs up in the corner. Junichiro stalks in and starts to unload forearms and chops on Wrath. Junichiro moves him out to the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring, but Wrath reverses and sends him into the ropes. Junichiro latches onto the ropes to stop himself, but Wrath charges in and nails him with a cactus clothesline, that dumps both of them on the outside. Wrath gets up quickly and hops up onto the ring apron. Wrath charges down the ring apron and dives off, nailing Junichiro with a diving elbow drop on the concrete, nailing the Nuke Launcher. Wrath rolls Junichiro into the ring and slides in to cover him.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Wrath just got tossed across the ring like a rag doll and Junichiro is not letting up

Trinks: But I think we just saw a mistake there, cuz Wrath has them both tumbling to the outside!

Mayhem: He dropped the elbow on the concrete! He’s a madman! That’s it!

Trinks: The Beast kicks out, this match isn’t over folks!

Wrath growls and picks up Junichiro off the mat. Wrath unloads a couple of punches on Junichiro and then hooks him for a double arm suplex. Wrath hits the double arm suplex, but Junichiro is up quickly. Wrath charges in, but Junichiro stops him with an elbow to the gut. Junichiro scoops up
Wrath up and hooks him for the Kamikaze. Junichiro sits out and drives Wrath down onto the top of his head. Junichiro lays flat for a good fifteen seconds before he rolls over to try and get the pin on Wrath.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Wrath almost had him there, but Junichiro is back in this match.

Trinks: This could be the end right here if he hits this!

Mayhem: That’s it, he landed right on his head! It’s over!

Trinks: NO! He kicked out! What a miracle!

Junichiro gets angry and gets up from the mat. He heads over to the corner turnbuckle and does the cutthroat taunt as he climbs up to the top rope. Wrath gets up slowly, and walks over to the ropes, nailing them, causing Junichiro to crotch himself. Wrath gets up quickly, hooks Junichiro’s legs for a powerbomb, and then scoots Junichiro away from the turnbuckle. Wrath turns around, tucks Junichiro tight, and launches him head first into the turn buckle with A Warlords Wrath. Junichiro bounces off the turnbuckle and lands in a heap in the ring. Wrath goes for the cover quickly and hooks the legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mayhem: Impressive win for Wrath here tonight. He has proven that he is a force here in Revival. Nothing seems to stop him or can beat him.

Just as Maggie says this, the lights in the arena go black. The audio feed has been cut and no longer can you hear Maggie and Trinks, but you see the arena is glowing with camera flashes and cell phone lights. Just when you think things are over, a deep voice comes over the darkness.

VOICE: DO NOT ADJUST VIEWING AND DO NOT ADVERT YOUR EYES.

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The cameras cut to Mac Bane who is layed out cold in the back with a red Z sprayed on his belongings.

VOICE: THE PRODIGAL AND THE AVARICE WILL SUFFER THEIR PUNISHMENT..

They go find Holli Would who is in the shower slumped over with a red Z painted on her towel. Nate Webb is in the hallway slumped over wearing jokeresque red paint on his face like a clown.

VOICE: AND IN SEEKING THE TRUTH, REVIVAL WILL BEGIN TO TURN IN UPON ITSELF AS THEY TURN IN UPON EACH OTHER...PARANOIA WILL GROW AND TRUST WILL BE HARD TO COME BY..

Mercedes is seen running from three men dressed like the Chicago cops but with the SWAT helmets on. She evades them for the moment by going out an exit door. Sydney LaRoux and Ashley LaRoux are tied up and blindfolded together with bags over their heads that have a red Z on them.

VOICE: YOU WILL SHARE IN ETERNAL DAMNATION WITH OTHERS WHO EITHER WASTED AND LIVED GREEDILY AND INSATIABLY, OR WHO STOCKPILED AND HOARDED EVERYTHING, SHARING NOTHING..

The arena lights return and in the middle of the ring are four “cops” with the other 60 surrounding the ring. The ring is filled with other roster members and crew who look like they have been painted as well and beaten up or drugged.

VOICE: YOU WILL JOIN THE WICKED THAT LIE HERE, AND BE OFFERED NO RESPITE.

Mercedes Monroe is seen getting into her car to get away and she begins to take off squealing out of the arena only to have a red H2 Hummer slam right into her drivers side of her car from the left. She is sent flipping over completely and glass shatters everywhere. The hummer pulls back and just when you think they will ram it again, the guys in black swat gear get out and spray paint “ZENITH” on the side of the wrecked car.

]VOICE: YOUR FATE LIES IN THE ZENITH....

It ends in static.