Resurrection Webisode 3 Results

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Revival Logo comes up and then it fades into Jessica King standing before a Revival backwall. She looks poised and ready for tonight’s show but she has a serious look to her face as she begins.

Jessica King: Ladies and Gentleman, last week, Zenith crashed into the General Manager’s car as she was leaving the arena. Miss Monroe was terrified for her own safety given the recent attacks by the heinous group. She is recovering at the Cook County Hospital with non-life threatening injuries. We hope to have her back to Revival in the days that follow. With that being said, our Revival is without a flagship tonight and we can only hope that everyone here comes out in a-a-a-a..

The video feeds shakes and cuts as if it were experiencing technical difficulty.

Jessica King: ….alive. We apologize ahead of t--time for any and all acts...acts....acts....

The video seems to slow motion and manipulate as she finishes in a deeper demonic like voice. She cuts and splices with a rough “go home and d-d-die” between her next words.

Jessica King: ….committed against the compannnny, the r-roster, and any of the viewers watching.

The tape appears to melt and then fade out to the Zenith’s red Z before the shows intro starts.

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!”

The show opens to the crowd roaring out as the camera catches them. The voices of Maggie and Richie are absent for the moment. The banner around the ring is black and red with “Zenith” clearly displayed there. Apparently Zenith has completely taken over the arena and everyone in it as Maggie and Richie come from behind the curtain, escorted by a man in swat gear with an intimidating rifle in his hands. They are wearing Zenith tees over their regular attire as they take their seats at the announce table and the man in black appears to stand at attention on the left of them even as people curse, spit, and toss things at him. The commentary take up the headsets and sit down.

Mayhem: Bear with us folks. We are here tonight under what appears to be a total takeover of Revival by the tyranny that is Zenith. Mercedes isn’t here tonight and we are at the mercy of these hooligans in black.

Trinks: Maggie, I have to pee but I’m afraid to ask if I can go. They have everyone shaken up around here tonight. Even making us wear these tee shirts of Zenith or we will get fired!

Mayhem: That’s right. We don’t know how long this will last, but anyone in the back, I am trying to reach out to you. If you think you could stop this..please do so.

Trinks: They will hear you Maggie. You better hush with all of that girlfriend.

Mayhem: I’m just saying Richie, if we all work together, we can overcome them and this..

She tugs at her t-shirt with the word on it that they have been made to wear.

Trinks: Let’s just get Resurrection started Magpie.

Mayhem: Just a minute Trinks, somethings up in the back. Let’s check it out.

Another camera reveals Mac Bane bare chested, hat pulled down low, leaned up against a wall deep in thought as he twirls his house keys around his index finger whistling some obscure tune that no one recognizes. He pauses momentarily and looks at the note he had been given earlier this afternoon. The camera zooms in and is able to capture the words…

“Holli and Josiah are living in a shelter, just thought you should know.”[/b]

The note was not signed, Bane folds it back up and stuffs it in his pocket and continues whistling and twirling his keys. Bane smiles as Holli rounds the corner and stops close to him, he tips the brim of his Stetson back and she blushes slightly at the grin he wears.

Mac Bane: Sadly enough I know every word to that song. Lefty Frizzel kind of grew on me.


Holli: Hey there Mac.

Mac Bane: I have something for you and Josiah.

He stops twirling his keys and places them in her hands.

Holli: What's this?

He stops twirling his keys and places them in her hands. Holli stops and looks to the keys he put in her hand.

Holli: What are these keys for?

Mac Bane: Those are for you and Josiah to move into my house Holli. To have a place to call home, a place where you and I could call our home if that was something you still wanted.

On his explanation she seemed to look at him with her head tilted to the side.

Mac Bane: All I know Holli is that at one time you and I were very close, I don’t really give a damn what happened the last eighteen months between you and Bomber or Pooler…none of that matters to me. What does matter to me is you and your brother. If Oliver has a problem with you and me he can come talk to me about it. If Pooler shows back up here at Revival I will do what I have always done with his scrawny little ass.

Holli looked to the keys and her hand and her jaw set hard. She thrust the keys back to his chest. Mac having wounded her pride and little did she knew he knew as did the rest of the world now, she was kinda homeless.

Holli: I don’t need you to buy me houses. I’m fine on my own and so is Josiah. I know you wanna be the white knight Mac but I can take care of myself. I don’t need a man buying me things and giving me charity.

Holli moved out of the way of the camera frame and Mac looks down to the keys shaking his head towards her direction.

Mac Bane: Holli honey...wait..

Revival cameras pick up in another area and we see Nikki Blade walking out of her locker room, adjusting part of her ring attire as she walks down the hallway. She passes a few doors and then notices Ojeda sitting down in his locker room lacing up his boot. She walks in, with out knocking of course and heads right over to him. He glances up at her, then back down at his boot not saying a word to her. She crosses her arms in front of her and lets out a grunt.

Nikki Blade: What? No hey Nik or what's up?


John "Wrath" Ojeda: I told you so. I told you if you kept your head glued on your family drama it was gonna cost you.


Nikki Blade: So what your gonna sit there and give me grief cause I didn't take your advice? I fought one hell of a match, even though I didn't win.

She takes a step back and sits on the bench across from him.

Nikki Blade:It who are you to say it was the family drama? Maybe I just wasn't ready you ever think about that? Give me a break!

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Don't give me this shit again. You came at me last show with this big bad shit, and you told me you were going to handle your business. You didn't do it, so don't expect me to kiss your pretty little ass over it.

Nikki Blade: Like you wouldn't jump at the chance.

She smirks a bit at her comment but he gives off no reaction.

Nikki Blade: So now I'm the bad person for not winning? Like you win every damn match you say your going to win. When you do then you can give me shit about losing one match ok?!

Wrath laughs out loud and shakes his head.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: What's my record here, darling? Who's getting ready to go punch three other guys tickets to get the Heavyweight championship around here? I ain't lost here in Revival yet, and I've barely lost anywhere else... so yeah, I'll give you some shit over it.

Wrath smirks and gives Nikki the visual once over.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: So what are you really here for Nikki?


Nikki Blade: Maybe I like your company ok...geeze..

She stands up and paces a bit in front of him.

Nikki Blade: Hell I'll even go as far as to say i think you turn me on for god sakes. So I come in here and say hi and all you got to say is...way to fuck up your match Nik...told you so.


John "Wrath" Ojeda: Now that's the first thing you've said that's made a lot of sense to me. Come on in and have a seat.

Wrath smirks, sits on the couch and goes back to lacing his boots.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You know, I wouldn't be giving you shit about getting your head in the game if I thought you were trash right?

Nikki follows him and sits down on the couch next to him, turning slightly looking at him.

Nikki Blade: I have no idea, up until the last time we talked I never laid eyes on you nor talked to you. I thought maybe it was cause you were friends with Ash and knowing how much I hate her you were going to give me all the shit.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Do you know how I met Ashley? She got mouthy with me and I beat the ever living piss out of her in the ring. I don't give a fuck who you are, you earn your respect or fall back in line.

Nikki Blade: Sooo you’re saying you have to kick my ass in the ring to get respect from you?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: No, what I was saying is, don't think I'm beholden to your damn cousin. And I'm only giving you shit cuz I see you slipping up.

Nikki laughs a bit, relaxing now back into the couch.

Nikki Blade: I suppose I could of handled that match against Ashley better, and yea maybe I went into that match with the notion Im a Blade..but this week I really trained hard John. Even sought out a guy trainer that really put me through the motions and stuff. I have to admit I never fought a guy so Im not gonna sit here and say I got this match in the bag.

Wrath leans back into a couch, wraps an arm around her shoulders and shakes his head.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Do what you gotta do. That's how you handle it this week. You're in trouble though. Nate's good, and he's strong. Get your cousin out of your head. You're here, she's not. And if you don't, Nate Webb will chew you up and spit you out. Get your head in the game and you may stand a chance.

Nikki Blade: Yea, Jimmy tells me Im obsessed a bit. Guess it's true if both of you think shes in my head enough to get in the way of me actually winning.

She leans her head back up against his arm and turns her head looking at him.

Nikki Blade: I just want to be good you know. John, I don't want to go back to that club. I don't want to prove Dominic right that I can't make it out here unless I’m in that club dancing for those losers...I want to be past that crap.

John laughs.

John "Wrath" Ojeda:Don't ever think you're past that crap. This business may make you rich, it may ruin your body before that happens. Don't know that yet, but you don't know til you try right? Just get at them and beat their asses. Pick a target you think you can handle and beat them.

Nikki Blade: So thats your advice for me this week, facing Webb. Be honest ok, you saw me wrestle, even though I lost ....I do have a good chance at beating him. He might be bigger and stronger but I'm quicker...No one thought David would slay Goliath either. I might just surprise you and then I should get like some prize for winning. From you.

She smiles more, flirting a bit more with him.

John "Wrath" Ojeda:We'll see what happens. You might not be able to handle a night out after Nate Webb's done with you.

The scene fades with the Nikki Blade and John Ojeda looking quite cozy on the couch.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Revival returns to Stan in the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: The following is set for one fall, up first from Birmingham, England…

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, he makes his way down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing in his black Zenith shirt, 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: He is The British Bomber!

The fans pop for this great fan favorite as Stan continues.

[bStan Hopeforth:[/b] And his opponent…

The fans begin a fifty/fifty split cheers to boos.

Stan Hopeforth: She hails from Los Angeles, California…

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 the mandatory ZENITH t-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: The Pink DAHLIA Holli Would!

The fans begin to get on their feet as The British Bomber approaches the center of the ring. No emotion given away at all, no sign of hate, love, fear…just a blank slate.

Mayhem: Wouldn’t you hate to play poker against The Bomber….

Trinks:: I’d love to play strip poker against Holli.

The pink haired wonder has not moved from the corner where she stands with her elbows resting on the ring ropes. She seems almost resigned to her fate as she looks across the ring at her former lover. She slowly finally comes out of the corner and stands face to face with a man who looks like he could care less, keeping up his stone like resolve, the man known as The British Bomber says something to her and her eyes flash dangerously.

Would unloads on Bomber with kicks to the shins and thighs and follows it up by trying hit the big enziguri but Bomber ducks underneath it, allowing her kick to miss harmlessly. The miss throws her off balance and she crashes to the mat face first! He waits as she quickly scrambles back to her feet. They meet in the center of the ring again and Bomber with the obvious strength advantage shoves Holli across the ring. She lands indignantly with a thud on her backside and glares back at him. He simply shrugs and stands there waiting for her to get up again with no expression on his face what so ever.

Mayhem: Wow, I’ve never seen someone so focused and so totally devoid of emotion…

Trinks: I have….my stylist….Ung…

Something changes in Bomber’s demeanor as they come back to the center, some memory or feeling and he begins breathing heavier as he reaches the middle of the ring. As they lock up he buries the right knee into Holli’s midsection leaving her doubled over in pain. He executes a quick go behind and hoists her into the air with a huge release German Suplex!

Trinks: Easy on the Would Ollie!

Mayhem: He just about busted her in two! Big German Suplex there.

He is quickly back to his feet and allows Would no time to recover as he drags her back to her feet by her hair. He whips Holli across the ring into the corner and charges in. Holli narrowly escapes the incoming clothesline attempt by Bomber and quickly monkey flips him out of the corner. She quickly goes to the top turnbuckle pad and perches there. Bomber gets back to his feet and turns toward her as she leaps off the turnbuckle pad with a crossbody block! But no! Bomber catches her and hits a fall away slam! He moves in for the cover hooking the calf.

Mayhem: This could be over right here….

Trinks: No!

Holli kicks out at the count of two!

Bomber drags her to her feet again and hooks her…double arm DDT! He rolls her over repositioning her as he looks at the corner. He makes his decision and climbs to the top turnbuckle pad. He leaps off with the elbow drop but nobody’s home!

Mayhem: He misses with the elbow!

Holli rolls out of the way and Bomber lays motionless on the mat. Holli climbs quickly to the top and now its her turn to leap off! He dives with a headbutt to the groin! She grabs Bombers ankles and flips forward into a pinning attempt.

One!
Two!

Kickout by Bomber!

Holli kicks him in the side of the head repeatedly and drags him toward the corner. She climbs to the second turnbuckle pad and leaps up allowing her legs to hit on the top rope! He somersaults and drops the split legged guillotine drop across the neck of Bomber!

Mayhem: Quite the comeback from a woman is severely outmatched and outweighed.

Trinks: Yeah, Oliver does appear to have gained some weight…too many crumpets..dahl-ling.

Holli does not go for the cover but instead drags Bomber back to his feet once again. She goes to Irish Whip him to the far corner but he reverses it and sends her crashing painfully to the mat with a short armed clothesline! Now Bomber drags her back to her feet and sends her to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Holli rebounds, she can see the clothesline coming and ducks under it. She rebounds again but Bomber has changed ring position and catches her coming in with a crushing spine buster!

Mayhem: She’s dead here folks!

Trinks: NO! Not my lover from another mother!

He drags a very unsteady Holli Would back to her feet and leans her up against the ropes. He doesn’t send her across the ring instead nailing her in the forehead with a reverse elbow! The impact of the move rocks her back and her arms slip down causing her to be tangled up in the ropes. She is trapped and stares at him helplessly. The Bomber runs to the far side ropes. He rebounds off them and gaining momentum looks for yet another clothesline.

Trinks: He is looking to decapitate her here! Where is Mac Bane or that ginger skinned island boy!!

Mayhem: She’s in serious trouble it seems but wait! Shes gaining momentum!

At the last possible moment Holli is able to free herself and he goes over the top rope to the ring apron. He is able to catch himself but Holli is on top of it as she rushes the length of the ring and jumps up catapulting her self off the top turnbuckle pad with a dropkick that sends the Bomber sailing off the ring apron into the security railing!

Mayhem: Didn’t see that one coming!

Trinks: That’s because you can’t feel Holli like I do.

Holli is down in the ring and bomber is down on the outside near the security barrier. Holli uses the ring ropes to pull herself up as Bomber begins to stir near the security barrier. He manages to get to his feet just as Would does, she leans back against the turnbuckle padding as he rolls under the bottom rope. Just as he gets to all fours she charges and he is on his feet again and takes her down with a drop toe hold that sends her throat first across the middle ring rope!

The impact of the drop toe hold causes her to bounce back to her feet she staggers towards the center of the ring. The Bomber goes for The Bomb but Holli pushes him toward the ropes. Bomber rebounds off the ropes and SNAP MARE DRIVER! Holli scoots to the top and leaps off…UNTAMED YOUTH!!!! The shooting star knee drop to the chest of Bomber leaves him out of it in the center of the ring as Holli covers him.

One!
Two!
Three!

Stan Hopeforth: your winner via pinfall Holli Would!

Holli Would falls over holding her ankle. She seems to scream out in pain as she must have landed or hit wrong. The British Bomber doesn’t seem to care at her plight as he slowly gets up from the mat and looms up above her contemplating something.

Mayhem: Oliver isn’t going to continue here on Holli I hope.

Trinks: UT OH Mags. Here comes lover number 2! Look!

From the back emerges Andreas DeCosta in a fury as he sprints towards the ring and slides between the ropes to come and check on the injured Would. He comes to her side and they exchange words between themselves before Andreas pops up to his feet and moves towards Bomber.

Mayhem: I don’t think that Andreas liked the way Bomber treated Holli in the match..or he might just be stuck like Mac Bane on the pink haired wonder.

Trinks: What’s the number for deportation Maggie?! I am going to send that banana eater back on the boat.

Bomber is shoved by Andreas who is pointing towards Holli Would as he gets in Bomber’s face. Clearly he doesn’t like what happened. Perhaps blaming Bomber for her injury.

Andreas: What’s your problem man?! She’s a lady.

Bomber appears to shove back and Andreas takes the bump only to start back at Bomber but in the seconds between, Bomber has slipped down to the mat and out of the ring. He doesn’t want any part of the rookie as DeCosta leans over the ropes and begs him to come back in.

Mayhem: Bomber is wise for not wanting to bite off more than he can chew. The new kid is turning out to be quite a force here in Revival. He wanted to protect Holli from getting any further damage.

Trinks: I bet he ain’t so tough. I could take him with one hand tied behind my back! Ha!

Mayhem: Well I could call him over here for you?

Trinks: He won’t be able to hear you..he’s lost in that pink euphoria that is my Holli Would!

Mayhem: She looks seriously hurt Richie. Her ankle it seems.

Andreas moves back down to Holli’s side and he helps her move under the bottom rope and into his arms. He begins to carry Holli Would back up the entrance ramp as the crowd seems riled up at the action here tonight. People reach out to touch them as they pass by. Upon reaching the entryway, he sets her down to aid her in hobbling to the back.

The cameras bounce some as the crew follow behind Andreas and Holli, her arm wrapped around his shoulder while Andreas helps to carry most of her weight, leading her back up the ramp and to the back. She has a slight limp to her, barely able to stand on her own two legs but Andreas never lets her fall, holding her up as he whispers to her.

Andreas: Now I bet you’re really glad we ran into each other this time..

Holli gives a half smirk to him as she pants out of breath from the effort it is taking to get to the back.

Holli: You came out there..It’s a bit different than just luck.

Andreas gives a slight smile but it fades some when she lets out a small whimper as she tries to take a step. They make it back to the locker room and Andreas helps her turn and ease back down along the bench, Holli wincing as she shifts her weight down.

Andreas: The medics are right behind us Holli, just breathe.. this isn’t anything you can’t handle.

Holli: It hurts. Ahhhh.

Andreas brushes his hand reassuringly over her arm, taking her hand as she squeezes because of the pain felt. The medics aren’t far behind and within seconds of her sitting on the bench, two of them come and help to tend to her injuries.

Andreas: Don’t you worry fireball, you’re gonna be alright. He didn’t mess up that pretty face too badly.

Holli rolls her eyes at him and looks down to her boot that is being unlaced by one of the medics.

He flashes that smile that could light up a room, his brown eyes staring into hers while their hands part to give the medics room to work on her, him taking a few steps back and giving the medics a parting word.

Andreas: Take care of her guys.. and Holli, make sure that you get better.

Holli: Yeah. Thanks. I will see what i can do about that.

Medic #1: i think we might need some x-rays Ms. Would.

With those last words Andreas turns and takes a few steps, the camera crew shifting from being fixed on Holli to now being on Andreas. His head turns to look at the camera as a smirk comes over his lips.

Andreas: So I guess tonight is the night that you all have been waiting for, huh?

Andreas pauses while taking a step forward toward the camera and shifting his weight along his feet, licking his lips before his voice is heard again.

Andreas: I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t been anticipating this night.. this night that I get to come out and prove myself to Revival.. to Chicago.. to all of these amazing fans that I’m putting my mind, body, and soul on the line for.

There’s a pause between words as he looks down to the ground, taking in the moment.

Andreas: The night is finally here and I’m as hungry as I was when I was first booked for tonight.. When Mercedes first told me that I’d be facing Mac Bane to get a chance at a contract, I told her to have that contract ready right after the match. I know she can’t make it here tonight, and I hope that she makes a quick recovery, but I hope that she kept her promise to me as well.

Andreas looks back up to the camera and raises his chin up some, his fist coming up about chest high, tapping it against his heart purposefully.

Andreas: Because I’m keeping my promise to her, to the people that I love, and to all of you watching.. and that promise is that Andreas DeCosta is gonna put up one hell of a show.. whether it be just for one night, or many more to come. I will bleed in that ring, I’d die in that ring just to hear that roar from all of you out there, just to have that taste of victory.

He turns away some from the camera as he goes on.

Andreas: Mac Bane.. if you’re listening out there, you better have meant every word you said to me.. you better hit me with you best damn shot because I’m coming at you like a man with nothing to lose.. We both have something to prove tonight.. you have to prove to these fans that you are still that man, that hero that’s enshrined in multiple hall of fames.. and not that drunk that you are now. I have to prove that I’m worth the opportunity that Revival has given me.. I have to prove that I’m the future of this business. But before that, I have to survive those five minutes.

Andreas’ eyes seem to be set on the clock above the exit of the locker room, a grin coming to his face while he watches the seconds go by and the camera closes in on the clock seconds ticking. It then moves back out on Andreas again as he continues.

Andreas: And the seconds go by, the minutes go by, faster than you think Bane. Before you know it.. those five minutes are going to be up, just like my hand will be raised up in the air. I’m staying here for a long time and I don’t care who stands in my way.. You and any of your friends can try to silence me.. but I’m gonna keep fighting. Try to stop me Mac Bane.. Try to stop me Nate Webb.. anybody in the locker room.. try me because even though I have five minutes to go through tonight, after that, I’ll have all the time in the world.

Andreas gives a wink to the camera before walking off-screen and down the hallway.

The ReviTron comes to life with Mercedes in her hospital room looking worse for wear. She has herself bandaged up to almost nearly unrecognizable. The camera pans in close to her and she begins to open her eyes and speak.

Monroe: As I lay here with tubes and IV’s in my body I can’t help but think of what was left of Revival last week. My roster was gassed and left beaten where they had been standing by that sick and demented ZENITH.

She tries to lean herself up on the bed but a nurse comes to her side only to try and ease her back down and checks one of the monitors.

Monroe: I have suffered multiple injuries that makes me almost bed-ridden. Zenith drove the large hummer into the side of my car..making it flip over and I became trapped...like..like..a fucking animal.

The crowd pops at her use of profanity. Apparently, something inside of Mercedes has broken. perhaps her very spirit.

Monroe: I vow...that when I return to Revival...I will make...them...PAY! Each and every one of you fucks with the black helmets and the kevlar vests! You can not destroy an idea.. You can not destroy something that lives within each and every one of us...This is my Revival. This is my fucking company. This is our fucking dream!

The reaction of the crowd is hard as they roar to her words. It is with that roar of defiance that the video feed cuts out purposely. Zenith not wanting to hear her vow of redemption.

Mayhem: Wow. Mercedes seems to have lost it Richie. Did you hear her determination to come back with vengence? It might give Revival hope.

Trinks: Poor Monroe. She is there with no flowers or anything. Get well pretty lady.

Mayhem: Right you are. Please come back to us soon. Getting back into the action tonight we have Nate Webb vs. Nikki Blade.

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.

Trinks: And here is the lovely Nikki Blade. She may be an unknown, but she’s got a lot of fight in her.

Mayhem: Well, that’s what we do here in Revival Wrestling, we build the stars of the future.

Trinks: That’s well said Mags. We definitely do build the stars of the future here. But they’re also the stars of the present.And in some cases past and present, because her opponent is a man not to be trifled with.

"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. 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.


Mayhem: Here comes Nate Webb! The Cold Spider might have his hands full tonight, Richie.

Trinks: I know you think so, but I think Webb is starting to show a genuine mean streak. I think he’s tired of being overlooked and pushed aside.

Mayhem: Nate does seem to have a bit of a different focus this week.

Trinks: He’s going to need it Mags. Here we go!

Webb and Blade come to the center of the ring and Webb extends his hand for a handshake. Blade doesn’t hesitate and fires off a wicked and defiant slap to Webb’s face. Webb turns his head back, looks down at Blade and shakes his head. The two of them tie up quickly afterwards. Webb whips Blade into the ropes and drops down for the leapfrog. Blade jumps over, charges the other ropes and tries to shoulder block Webb. Webb doesn’t budge, but Blade falls to the mat. Blade gets up, hits the ropes again, and goes for a dropkick. Webb moves and Blade hits the mat hard.

Blade bounces back up, hits the ropes again, and is shot into the air by Webb for a pancake, but Blade rotates in the air and hooks her legs around Webb and nails him with a hurricanrana. Webb hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, landing next to Rose. Webb gets up, just in time for Rose and Webb to catch Blade’s corkscrew plancha to send them all back to the concrete.

Mayhem: Webb is takings Blade to school here in the early going. Blade’s got moxie if she’s got anything.

Trinks: Webb seems to be a bit to big for Blade, she’s going to have to try a different tactic.

Mayhem: I think taking it ariel like she just did was a great start.

Trinks: She just leveled both of them. Rose is only managing Nate right now!

Blade picks up Webb and rolls him back into the ring. Blade quickly gets up and goes to the top, jumping off for a double stomp. Webb rolls back to his feet and Blade rolls out of the missed double stomp. Webb capitalizes on the opportunity and runs up behind Blade, nailing her with a quick release german suplex. Blade lands hard, but gets back to her feet in the corner. Webb charges in and nails Blade with a big body avalanche and backs up a couple of steps. Blade stumbles out of the corner and Webb nails Blade with a gargoyle suplex. Blade hits the mat hard and Webb goes for a quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Blade seems to be getting ready for...

Trinks: Not today Mags! Webb is up and it looks bad for Blade.

Mayhem:Blade has taken a couple of rough suplexes. I don’t think she’s got much left.

Trinks: : She kicks out! That girl has heart. She’s taking a beating from Webb, but she keeps getting back up.

Webb goes to pick up Blade, but Blade takes the opportunity to poke Webb in the eyes. Webb stumbles backwards and Blade pops up, kicking Webb squarely between the legs. Webb drops to his knees from the low blow, allowing Blade to break loose and hit the ropes, nailing Webb with a bulldog as he gets up. Webb pops back up and comes in for a half blind clothesline that Blade matrix’s under. Webb turns around and gets leveled with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face. Webb hits the mat hard and Blade stumbles backwards, hanging onto the ropes to hold herself up from the beating she’s taken.

Mayhem: Blade had gotten herself back into the match by going the cheap route. That was uncalled for.

Trinks: But it works! She’s still got life left in this match because of it.

Mayhem:Webb is down. That kick to the face would have laid anyone in the company out!

Trinks: She needs to capitalize on it!

Blade gets off the ropes and heads to the corner to climb again. She gets to the top, but Rose jumps up on the apron and shakes the top rope, causing Blade to crotch herself on the top rope. Webb gets up quickly, hooks Blade, and nails her with a hanging DDT from the top rope. Blade rolls into position as Webb climbs to the top rope and sets up. Webb flies off, nailing Blade with the Spider’s Guillotine (shooting star legdrop) and goes for the cover. When he does, Rose jumps up and holds down Blade’s legs as the ref makes his count, making it impossible for Blade to kick out when she makes an attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of the match... NNNAATTEE WEEEEEBBB!!!

Mayhem:: In the end, Nate Webb picks up the win, but not without a little help

Trinks: Nikki Blade was trying to kick out, but she couldn’t! This is a travesty!

Mayhem:Richie, shut up.

Trinks: Alright, enough about this match... isn’t my hair amazing tonight, Mags? Time to pay the bills and advertise Maggers.

**WEB COMMERCIAL PAID FOR BY HOSTING SITE**

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

As we come back from break Mac Bane is in the ring, microphone in one hand and “Princess” his razor wrapped sledge hammer in the other. Bane raises the microphone to speak after the crowd finally dies down.

Mac Bane: Well Chicago, we have a problem.

The crowd pops at the sound of their cities name.

Mac Bane: The problem being that Zenith has taken this show over and since there is no one who would even consider trying to stop me how about we do this. There is a rookie backstage who is having his first match against me. A 5 minute contract challenge to be more specific. So that being said we are going to make things just a bit more interesting.

The crowd starts to get louder.

Mac Bane: Since the inmates are running the asylum I have a very special stipulation I am going to add to this match.

The crowd pops again.

Mac Bane: The only other city that could possibly appreciate what I am about to do as much as Chicago.

The crowd pops again.

Mac Bane: And that is Philidelphia.

The crowd boos.

Mac Bane: Easy kids Football season hasn’t started quite yet. Wait for it….

The crowd starts to get louder with the cheers.

Mac Bane: Wait for it…

They are now worked up and screaming their heads off.

Mac Bane: No disqualification!

The crowd explodes at the announcement. Bane’s music begins to play as he leans against the ropes awaiting the arrival of his opponent. Bane sets the razor wire wrapped sledge hammer to lean in the corner and paces the ring waiting on DeCosta to come out.

Mayhem: Bane has the razor wire sledgehammer. I think it will turn into a warzone in there if DeCosta comes out here.

Trinks: Might be good for the kid to get his ass kicked Mags. Teach him to stay away from that pink haired vixen and get his ass in gear!

Stan Hopeforth: The following match is set for one fall, this is your five minute contract challenge match with no disqualification! Already in the ring hailing from Port Arthur, Texas…Mac Bane!

The crowd pops big for the long time veteran and fan favorite.

Mayhem: Quite the announcement by Bane, I really don’t think he has the authority to do that.

Trinks: He’s the one carrying the ham-…

Trinks is cut off by the lights in the arena going completely dark for a few moments, letting the crowd wait in anticipation as to what's going on.

"Work it, make it, do it, mix it, harder better faster stronger..."

The entrance music starts to play and suddenly the lights kick back on, images of Andreas DeCosta in his hometown flashing on the ReviTron as underneath, Andreas emerges with his back turned to the crowd. His sunglasses on his face as he turns around, the grin of his showing off his sparkling rights as he heads down the ramp, a swagger in his step as his hands reach out to the crowd along the rails, jumping up the ringside and climbing through the ropes, jumping up one of the turnbuckles and raising his fists into his air, pumping one against his chest and pointing to the ground before hopping back down. He tosses his black t-shirt into the crowd and when he turns around Bane is right there in his face. Stan scrambles from the ring and finishes his announcement.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent appearing for the first time in a ring anywhere…“The Caribbean Dream” Andreas DeCosta!

The fans pop just as big for DeCosta as the ref calls for the bell to start the match.

Bane and Andreas stand nose to nose jawing with DeCosta striking first with a solid right hand, then a second. Before delivering the third he spits in his hand and knocks the crap out of Bane sending him staggering back into the ropes. DeCosta comes in but a little too quickly as Bane explodes off the ropes with a vicious clothesline that turns the rookie inside out! The fans explode at the early offense from both of these guys. Bane drags him to his feet and tries to irish whip him to the corner but Andreas reverses it….DROP KICK! The impact takes Bane off his feet and DeCosta quickly covers him.

Mayhem: First pin attempt of the match.

Trinks: Little early for that…not even Bane sucks that much.

Stan Hopeforth: 1 minute has elapsed, 4 minutes remain.

Bane kicks out at one with so much force that Andreas lands on his feet. Bane is back on his feet and gets taken over with an arm drag as he charges Andreas. He bars the arm as Bane fights back to his feet, DeCosta stays on top of the arm bar leveraging the pressure. Bane plants his fist in the mat and slowly rises. He doesn’t try to counter with a wrestling move, he simply elbows Andreas in the jaw!

The crowd is on their feet as Bane lands elbow after elbow staggering the young man. Bane hits a boot to the gut doubling DeCosta over. Bane measures him and hits a running knee lift that takes Andreas off his feet! Andreas rolls over and gets to all fours then raises up to his knees. Bane approaches and delivers a sickening DDT! Bane rolls him over and shoots the half.

Stan Hopeforth: 2 minute has elapsed, 3 minutes remain.

One!

Two!

Mayhem: Kick out at two! Bane really has the momentum on his side now.

Trinks: I would too if I had Holli!

Bane rolls out of the ring and grabs a table. He hoists it into the air and slides it between the bottom and middle ropes.

Mayhem: He is getting a table here! Oh my god! DeCosta just might have taken on more than he can handle!

This of course allows DeCosta the time he needed to recover. Andreas charges and drop kicks the table back into the face of Bane! The crowd explodes as the action continues on the floor! Andreas is all over Bane as he mounts him raining haymakers down on the face of Bane which is now busted open from the impact of the table. Andreas climbs back to his feet and drags Bane up to his feet….step up enziguri by DeCosta!

Mayhem: Bane takes a hard hit!

Trinks: About time someone shuts up this charm killing cowboy. Take those cow patties hombray!

Bane is laid out on the floor and Andreas plays to the crowd who are cheering him on. It is Bane who now gets to all fours as the blood drips down on the mat. He sees he has a chair and he pushes himself to his knees. DeCosta sees Bane coming around finally. Andreas charges toward Bane who hops to his feet and snaps off a Anderson spinebuster on the padding! The ref comes to the floor telling Mac to get him back in the ring.

Bane drags DeCosta back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Mac rolls into the ring. Bane grabs his sledgehammer and waits for the rookie to get back to his feet. DeCosta staggers back to his feet and Mac levels him with a vile shot to the forehead with the hammer! Andreas now is bleeding in a crimson line down his forehead and over one eye. Bane drags DeCosta back to his feet putting him in position for a suplex.

Mayhem: Both men are busted WIDE open! If this is what I think it is, the rookie is in trouble here tonight Trinkerbelle!

Trinks: Oh! Ambition Killer!

After hitting the suplex into a stunner Mac covers Andreas.

One!

Two!

Thr – kickout by DeCosta!

Stan Hopeforth: Three minutes have elapsed, two minutes remain.

Bane drags Andreas back to his feet. The young man looks none too steady as Mac backs up a couple of steps then charges. Bane goes for the clothesline but DeCosta out of nowhere hits his trademark move “View from the Bottom”! He covers Bane!

One!

Two!

Thre…kick out by Bane!

One of the fans launches a chair into the ring.

Mayhem: This has gotten ugly here..and now a chair has been tossed in the ring giving these two more ammunition to beat the -pardon my language but- the HELL out of each other!

Trinks: Its about to get good finally Margret! Rip his head off Snoop Lion!

Mayhem: He’s from Bermuda not California but none the less.. a great show of testicular fortitude in this match up. If you are just joining us, Bane and DeCosta are in a bloody battle of NO DQ.

DeCosta smiles and acknowledges the fans picking up the chair as he waits for Bane to get back to his feet and takes him down with a vile chair shot to the head! He opens the chair and sets it down with a cut throat sign. Andreas drags Bane back to his feet and…BK Bomb ON THE CHAIR! This time though Andreas does not go for the cover. Instead he climbs to the top rope and leaps off.

Mayhem:He’s going for it all!

Trinks: Bane moved out of the way!

Andreas goes for his finisher The Caribbean Cutdown but Mac moves at the last moment! DeCosta is out of it as Bane gets back to his feet he sees him laid out in the center of the ring. Bane rolls out of the ring and grabs the table from earlier. He shoves it into the ring. He rolls back in and gets the table set up. He drags DeCosta to his feet and puts him in position for a suplex. He suplexes him the first time away from the table. He changes direction on the second suplex, suplexing him close to the table and then with the third he gets him in position and instead of trying to suplex him he releases the suplex causing DeCosta to flip forward going face first through the table!

A chant breaks out in the crowd as Bane drags him from the wreckage. Bane covers him hooking the outside leg.

Mayhem: Holy cow that may be it!

Trinks: No! Bane can’t win two weeks in a row!

One!
Two!

Kickout by Andreas!

Stan Hopeforth: 4 minutes have elapsed, one minute remains.

Bane drags Andreas back to his feet and out of nowhere DeCosta unloads a fury of strikes and kicks feeding off the energy of the crowd he now has Bane staggered as he fights for his livelihood giving everything he’s got wailing on Bane as the crowd gets louder and louder as they cheer for these two men.

He gets Bane in a front face lock and walks backwards toward the corner. He hops up on the second rope and leaps off with a tornado DDT onto the wreckage of the table! He rolls Bane over onto his back as the blood begins to flow again!

Stan Hopeforth: 30 seconds remain.

Andreas scrambles to the outside and grabs the ring ropes…springboard elbow drop on Bane! DeCosta without hesitation climbs up the top.

Mayhem: He’s going for it again!

Trinks: He’s got Bane this time! Thank God!

Andreas leaps off the top turnbuckle and hits Bane with THE CARRIBEAN CUTDOWN!!!!

Stan Hopeforth: There are 10 seconds remaining in the contract challenge.

DeCosta recovers from the pain of the shooting star press and covers Bane.

Stan Hopeforth: 4

One!

Stan Hopeforth: 3

Two!

Stan Hopeforth: 2

Three!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner via pinfall ANNNDREASSSS DECOSSSSTA!!

Bane kicks out too late as the ref raises the hand of Andreas Decosta in victory. Bane shakes his head and smiles as he stands up. DeCosta looks at Bane as he grabs his arm. Bane raises DeCosta’s arm in victory and then steps away and through the ropes. He leans up against the barricade applauding DeCosta as his opponent’s music fills the arena. Letting him have his moment as he takes a breather, bloody and almost unable to see. DeCosta as well smeared and streaked with blood but coming out the victor.

The lights suddenly flash red and black as the ReviTron comes to life with Zenith’s leader, a man who is helmeted with a silver skull-like design. Giving away nothing of his identity. He appears to have his minions awaiting to advance.

The Voice: MAC BANE!! YOU OPENLY DEFY US IN NOT WEARING ONE OF OUR MARKS! YOU WILL WEAR THE MARK OF THE ZENITH!

Mac looks up the entryway to the screen and he pants after the grueling match with DeCosta. He is bleeding and looks humbled as he stands in the midst of the rail and the crowd patting his back. He seems to spit out the words of- “So what”.

The Voice: IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE BEING AN EMPLOYEE OF THIS COMPANY YOU WILL WEAR IT!

Two of the men in black come with a shirt that everyone else has been sporting tonight. They toss the shirt at him and he looks at the shirt. He opens it up before him and he looks around to the crowd who is begging him not to wear it.

Mayhem: Don’t do it Bane!

Trinks: No you yippie idiot! I’m with Maggie- DON’T CONFORM!

Mac looks back to it and then holds it up against his chest to see how it would look before he pulls it away and he balls it up in his fists and he rubs his bloody face all over the shirt before tossing it behind him into the crowd much to the roar that erupts!

Mac Bane: Go FUCK yourself!

The Voice: JUST FOR THAT...DO YOU HEAR ME...YOUR CONTRACT IS TERMINATED! GET OUT OF MY BUILDING! ESCORT HIM OUT!

The men in black come to get Bane but he slides over the railing and through the crowd who seemingly protect him from the men in black.

Mayhem: Oh man! Bane just got fired for that! How kickass was that Trinks! You can’t hate on him now right?!

Trinks: He is still an oafish hayseed plough boy but damn if he didn’t just give Zenith a big F-U!

We are then brought backstage to where Claude Robichaux can be seen sitting on a steel folding chair in his locker room. He’s dressed in his entrance attire, the flowing golden robe with embroidered shoulders and a white faux fur trim is wrapped around his shoulders.

He remains largely still, his gaze locked on a spot on the floor. The camera man circles round the seated man, catching a glimpse at the unsightly balding spot atop Claude’s head. As the camera returns to the front we see Claude is wringing his hands, a sign or nerves.

Robichaux inhales deeply, slowly and purposefully, through his nostrils as he stands; his robe falls opens exposing his ring attire underneath, the high waisted black short pants, black knee pads and black boots.

Claude Robichaux: It’s time, old man…

He says to himself as he fastens the buttons on the front of his robe and smooths out the fur trim around his shoulders. Robichaux strides out of the locker room, leaving the cameraman behind.

It cuts back to the announcers now with both of them sitting there before the crowd moving and trying to get their faces online.

Mayhem: It has been a hostile show thus far and we still have more to come Richie.

Trinks: The main event will crown a champion. A Revival Champion or a Zenith Champion?

Mayhem: That is a good question Richie. all I know is one man is taking home gold tonight. But..what’s this..I’m hearing something about Sydney.

Suddenly in the arena, there are sounds of a commotion as the ReviTron comes to life before the crowd and the camera fades into the shot of Sydney LaRoux being manhandled by two helmeted swat men. She is held with her arms behind her back as they are pushing her forward down the hall. Her converse high tops come up against the hall’s wall as she fights the authority advancing her.

LaRoux: Get the fuck OFF ME! I’m a slave to no one!

Her theme music begins to play in the arena as she is forced out for this match up.

"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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She fights them and they pull her away from the walls she is kicking out at and trying to stall them bringing her out. One of the guys smacks her across her face as the other one throws her forward to march out beyond the curtain. Her music continues to play as she is still escorted out to the ring by the two men in black.

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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"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!"[/i][/center]

Mayhem: They are physically dragging LaRoux out here.

Trinks: Rumor is, they wouldn’t need to try hard to drag her. She likes men manhandling her.

Mayhem: I don’t think I like this Richie. She is scheduled here tonight against a mystery person. Who could Monroe have gotten for her to face?

LaRoux is brought into the ring and on the Tron comes the man who is helmeted with a silver skull-like design again. He has his voice manipulated to be disguised as he comes to life.

The Voice: MERCEDES GAVE YOU AN OPPONENT AND WE DECIDED THAT YOU NEED TO FACE YOUR DEMONS, LAROUX. WE MADE THIS MATCH TO TEST YOU> WELCOME TO YOUR OWN PERSONAL HELL.

From behind the curtain comes Chris Bond being pushed ahead towards the ring as well. The fans pop a bit for him knowing her history with the legend whom she has a child.

Mayhem: Its CHRIS BOND! Her son’s father! WHAT THE HELL?!

Trinks: Someone better call Steve Harvey cuz its about to be Family Feud in here!

Chris slides into the ring and Sydney looks more than angry about all of this non-sense. She looked into his eyes as he comes forward to her trying to say something. She shakes her head and you can hear her just barely.

LaRoux: Why would you do this? What have they done to you? Why??

Mayhem: She is at a loss here. Her feelings meaning more to her than a match like this.

Trinks: Hey if she kills him, she could live happily ever after. Go for the knee!

Mayhem: A weak point of Bond but Sydney couldn’t possibly fight him Trinks.

She backs away from him only to have one of the guys shove her forward again. Chris moves forward to catch her and stops her from falling. He says something to her and she pushes away from him again. The guys in black motion for the bell and they hop out of the ring. Sydney is left with Bond who is trying to plead with her again, and he even motions to the mat. She finds herself looking at him and he falls down to the mat and lays for her to cover him up and end this now.

Mayhem: He’s lying down for her Trinks! What a man..real good guy!

The Voice: GET UP! DON’T YOU LET HER WIN LIKE THAT! YOU FILTHY SWINE!

LaRoux rushes to roll him up and the ref begins the three count as he lets her win to not cause a rift in their family.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth:And your winner.....SYDNEYYYY LARRRRROUXX!

Mayhem: This didn’t turn out at all like Zenith wanted. I have a feeling things will turn sour here.

Trinks: Oh my god!

Sydney took to the top rope and springboarded off to attack one of the Zenith members on the floor. They both come crashing down to the cement floor below. Chris Bond whips one around in the ring and catches him with a clothesline and he goes down hard. He drops and points to the helmet ready to unmask one of them before the Tron growls to life.

The Voice: DON’T YOU DARE! STOP HIM!

Mayhem: Do it! Unmask the Zenith! We are getting a little redemption on the tyranny here!!

More rush out only to curbstomp Chris into the mat before he can get off the mask. Sydney comes around and slides in to help Chris but she is whipped and beaten on too. Zenith raises their hands up in victory over the fallen Bond and LaRoux who are lifeless on the mat.

Trinks: Well that lasted about as long as their relationship Maggie.

Mayhem: We were so close Richie. So close to having our lives back! They tried..and Zenith once again leaves a mark on Revival.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

The camera returns backstage with Jessica King standing in front of the Revival Wrestling banner with the Zenith tee. Jessica King smiles for the cameras. Wrath walks into view; dressed for his match and ready to go.

Jessica King: We’re just a few minutes away from crowning our Heavyweight Champion and we’re here with the man that they call Wrath! He’s one of our competitors in the title match tonight. John, can you tell us what is your game plan for the match tonight?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: No.

Jessica King: No? What do you mean no?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: I’m not telling you, and everyone else, what I’m fixin’ to do to these assholes.

Jessica King seems a little flustered for a second, but quickly composes herself and moves on. The crowd watching on the screen just boos loudly.

Jessica King: You are clearly not the fans choice when it comes to being the champion. Doesn’t that bother you that the fans hate you?

John "Wrath" Ojeda:I don’t care about the fans to be honest. They’re idiots. Two weeks from now, if I were to start kissing their asses, all would be forgiven and I’d be cheered and championed to the heavens. But the fact is, I have better things to do than be their buddy. I’d rather spend my time winning.

Jessica King: Are you at all worried that the war between you and Mac Bane isn’t over?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Me? Be worried about that guy? Darling, do I look like a chump? I don’t think so. That fool didn’t get it the first time, that’s his problem. If he wants to come back for more… I ain’t hard to find. Truth is… anytime Mackenzie wants a fight, he can come get it. I’ll be happy to hit him so hard he feels like he went skydiving and his chute didn’t open.

Jessica King: So about tonight, John? Is there anything we can expect from you?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: What can be expected from me? What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going out there to whip the shit out of three guys that stand between me and what I want. I don’t care about people, I don’t care about being liked… I want to be the best. The best gets the most money, and I’m not going to stop until I’m the best. Anyone that gets between me and it, they’re getting steamrolled. In fact…

Wrath grabs the microphone from Jessica King and shoves her out of the shot rather forcefully.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: I don’t need you here! Beat it! You three meat bags need to get something through your heads, you don’t want this more than me. You can act like you’re going to walk out of this one the winner all you want, but I see it in each and every one of your eyes… you don’t want this anywhere near as bad as I do. So bring your shit with you to the ring, because I’m looking forward to the challenge. I hope each and every one of you is ready for it, because I promise you, I’m more than ready. This is all I ever wanted. This is my bliss. This is my playground. This is where I shine, because the lights are on, the money is on the table and so is the gold… and only one of us is walking away with it. So gear up, and bring it… cuz my colors run from no one.

Wrath spits in the camera lens and storms off and the cameras go back to the announce team.

Mayhem: Up here next is the main event! I hope Revival is ready!

Trinks: I am! Get them out here!

The King of Pain by Loudness plays on the PA system as Sarissa Camarillo comes through the curtain followed by Ishimaru Junichiro. Ishimaru 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. 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.

Trinks: Here comes Ishimaru Junichiro! The Beast looks ready for battle tonight!

Mayhem: He is one of the lucky handful that get the chance to get crowned Heavyweight Champion tonight!

Trinks: That’s right Mags! And here comes the next competitor!

Mayhem: That’s right Richie! Here comes The Reaper!
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. 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.

Trinks: Here is the man they call The Reaper

Mayhem: Reaper happened to get lucky and picked the right number.

Trinks: That he did, but he looks to be a danger tonight. He’s going to have his hands full though.

Mayhem: He sure is Richie! He’s going to have to deal with Wrath!

“Wake Up, You’re Dead” By Prozak hits the speakers and John “Wrath” Ojeda bursts through the curtains. He wastes no time in marching down the ramp to the ring. Wrath slides into the ring and pops to his feet immediately.

Trinks: Wrath looks like it’s all business tonight Mags! He’s not wasting any time.

Mayhem: No he’s not Richie! And stop calling me Mags!

Trinks: Well, that’s not all we’ve got here tonight Mags! Here comes Revival’s veteran of the locker room!

Mayhem: That’s right Richie, here comes Claude Robichaux!

‘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.

Trinks: There’s Claude Robichaux, the last competitor in the match.

Mayhem: Richie, Claude may be seeing father time catch up to him; but he’s still probably the most dangerous man in the match!

Trinks: That may be true Mags! He’s got tons of experience and is a technical wizard! All the Brits are technical wizards!

Mayhem: That’s a stereotype Richie! But it’s about to get going!

The bell rings and before anyone does much of anything, everyone turns their attention to Wrath. Everyone charges in on him, nailing him and knocking him down. The Beast, Reaper, and Robichaux all start to stomp on Wrath for a couple of minutes and then back up. Wrath gets up and gets belted with a punch from Junichiro. Wrath stumbles into Robichaux who nails him with an european uppercut. Wrath stumbles back into the Reaper who nails him with a bridging german suplex. Reaper goes for the pin, but it’s immediately broken up by Junichiro. Junichiro dives on Wrath and goes for a cover. Robichaux counters and nails Junichiro with a big boot that rolls him outside. Robichaux dives on top of Wrath for a pin.

One!

Two!

Wrath kicks out.

Mayhem: The action has started and they are all going after Wrath.

Trinks: That’s a smart move Magpie! They’re going after the big dog first and trying to ruin his night and get him eliminated right away.

Mayhem: They had the right idea until they started fighting over who was going to get the pin.

Trinks: Robichaux almost had it, but it didn’t work out as well for him.

Wrath rolls to the outside and Reaper creeps back into the picture behind Claude. Claude backs up and Reaper goes for another german. Claude counters, swings behind Reaper, and plants him into the mat on his belly. Claude spins around on Reaper’s back and hooks in a front facelock. After a moment, Reaper works back to his feet, just in time for the two of them to be planted by a missile dropkick from Junichiro! Both men hit the mat hard and Junichiro gets up. Claude gets up quickly and walks into a snap suplex from Junichiro. Reaper gets up and gets planted with a big elbow strike from Junichiro. Claude gets up in the corner and Junichiro runs over like a ball of fire; catching Claude and nailing him with a tornado DDT that sends Claude sprawling on the mat. Junichiro dives on top of Cluade for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Wrath breaks up the pinning attempt!

Mayhem: Claude is taking Reaper to school with some technical wrestling.

Trinks: Mags, Reaper is up! And both of them are down! The Beast showing out in a big way!

Mayhem: He could eliminate Robichaux here!

Trinks: Wrath with the big save! Just stopped Junichiro from eliminating Robichaux!

Wrath picks up Junichiro and unloads a series of rights and lefts on Junichiro that culminate in Wrath hitting Junichiro with a huge right hook that sends the crowd into a groan and Junichiro face first into the canvas. The Reaper is up and comes in at Wrath for a double leg takedown. Wrath sprawls backwards, stopping the Reaper, and then levels him with a huge forearm blow to the back. Wrath goes to pick up Claude, but Claude nails Wrath with another european uppercut. Wrath stumbles backwards, giving Claude the room to nail him with a clothesline. Reaper gets up and gets nailed with a european uppercut from Claude. Claude waits for Reaper to come back in and then nails him with a belly to belly suplex.

Mayhem: Wrath is back in the fight and leveled Junichiro!

Trinks: The man swings fists like the best heavyweight boxers, so I don’t think fighting him is a good idea.

Mayhem: Robichaux is really showing that he’s got a lot left in his tank despite his advanced age!

Trinks: That he does Mags. He’s really showing some resiliency out there.

Claude picks up the Reaper and whips him into the ropes. Reaper ducks under Claude’s attemped clothesline and run’s into Junichiro, who hits him with a back body drop to the outside that sends the Reaper crashing through the announce table. Reaper lands hard and the crowd pops wildly. Junichiro and Claude meet in the center of the ring. Junichiro unloads on him with a leg kick that drops Claude to a knee. Junichiro nails Claude in the face with a kick knee strike that lays Claude flat on the mat. Junichiro goes to pick up Claude, but Claude hooks him for a inside cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Mayhem: Claude shoots Reaper in and... OH MY GOD! MOVE!

Trinks: And there goes our announce table and my baybreeze!

Mayhem: You’re drinking the girliest drink on the menu Richie! Ha!

Trinks: It’s amazing, just like my hair. What’s not amazing is that our table is smashed into pieces and our monitors cut out! Now we gotta stand up to call the action!

Claude pops back to his feet in time to meet Junichiro face to face. Junichiro comes in and throws another legkick. Claude catches it, spins Junichiro around, and nails him with a devastating lariat that puts Junichiro on his belly from the force. Wrath comes in after Claude and grabs him from behind, hooking him and nailing him with a reverse capture suplex. Claude sprawls out on the mat and Wrath slides out. Wrath rolls the Reaper back in and scoops him up from behind for a reverse death valley driver. Reaper struggles, but Ojeda flips him over and nails him with the Viking Sledge, kneeing Reaper in the face. Reaper drops to the mat, and then Junichiro comes in and clotheslines both himself and Wrath over the top rope and out to the mat outside. Claude dives in on the Reaper and hooks him in the Crossface! Reaper struggles as he claws towards the ropes. Claude sinches up on the crossface and Reaper taps on the mat!

Stan Hopeforth: Claude Robichaux has eliminated The Reaper via submission! Still remaining in the match are Robichaux, Junichiro, and Ojeda!

Mayhem: Claude Robichaux is really handling things well inside the squared circle tonight, huh Richie?

Trinks: You got that Mags! Woah! Viking Sledge! It’s over for the Reaper, if Wrath can pin him!

Mayhem: Junichiro takes the big man to the outside! What the hell is going on here?!

Trinks: It could be it for Reaper! He did, he tapped! Claude Robichaux made the Reaper tap out and eliminated him from the match!

Claude bounces in the center of the ring waiting for the two men on the outside to get up. When they start, Claude Robichaux takes off and dives over the top rope, landing on the two opponents. The crowd goes completely insane when Robichaux gets up, chanting “RE-VI-VAL” over and over again. Robichaux waves his arms and motions for the crowd to get louder and then picks up Wrath and rolls him back into the ring. Robichaux picks up Wrath and goes to hook him into a cravate. Wrath reverses it, and quickly hits Robichaux with a belly to belly suplex. Robichaux gets up quickly and is greeted with a running yakuza kick that levels him and leaves him laying flat in the ring. The crowd errupts in a chorus of displeasure as Wrath grandstands after the big boot.

Mayhem: Claude Robichaux goes to the air! That crazy old bastard just did a suicide dive!

Trinks: And apparently our fans love him for it! They’re screaming the company’s name!

Mayhem: Wrath is back in the fight with that big yakuza kick. That’s a big boot that put down Claude.

Trinks: And none of our fans sound that happy about it.

Wrath goes to pick up Robichaux, but is caught from behind by Junichiro. Junichiro nails Wrath with a dragon suplex and then rolls out of it and hits him with a half nelson suplex. Junichiro lets Wrath go and gets up quickly, turning around and nailing Robichaux with a big forearm. Junichiro whips Claude into the ropes and ducks a clothesline as Claude comes back in. Junichiro waits for Robichaux to return and nails him with a big roaring elbow. Junichiro goes for a roaring elbow on Wrath, but Wrath ducks it and nails Junichiro with a stiff punch. Junichiro falls into the corner and Wrath sets Junichiro up on top of the turnbuckle. Wrath climbs the turnbuckle and hooks Junichiro for a brainbuster. Wrath gets Junichiro up, just in time for Claude to come up behind him and hook him for a german suplex. Claude brings both me over, driving Wrath down, and forcing Junichiro down from even higher up with the brainbuster! Claude quickly dives on top of Junichiro and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: Claude Robichaux has eliminated Ishimaru Junichiro via pinfall! Still remaining Robichaux and Ojeda![/b]

Mayhem: Richie, Claude might actually do this! Everyone is routing for him!

Trinks: That they are Mags. Claude Robichaux may be old, but damn it, these fans love him and so does everyone in Revival. He’s about as tough as they come!

Mayhem:There may be one person that has something left to say about that though.

Trinks: Don’t count Wrath out of this, but since the beginning, he’s seemed kind of ineffective. I think that initial beat down really threw him off his game.

Robichaux stalks in on Wrath and hooks him in a headlock as he sits up. Robichaux keeps the headlock cinched in for a minute, but Wrath slowly gets to his feet. Wrath fires off a grouping of elbows and then whips Robichaux into the ropes. Wrath nails Robichaux with a shoulder block that drops the vet. Wrath hits the ropes and Robichaux rolls over. Wrath leapfrogs over and then comes back into a Robichaux hip toss. Wrath gets up and comes back, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. Robichaux jumps over for the headlock, but Wrath gets up quickly and dumps him very hard with a backdrop driver; leaving both men laying in the center of the ring.

Mayhem: Robichaux looks like he’s getting the better of Wrath.

Trinks: He does seem to be out wrestling him here.

Mayhem:But I think that was short lived Richie! Wrath just powered Robichaux over and dumped him on his head.

Trinks: Mags, you might be right. Claude might be in trouble.

Wrath picks up Robichaux and hits him with a kick snapmare, followed by a very stiff back kick. The crowd groans and Wrath picks up Robichaux again. Wrath whips Claude into the corner and charges in, nailing him with a running forearm. Robichaux rolls out of the corner and falls flat in the ring. Wrath jumps up on the turnbuckles and then dives off, driving a knee into the back of Claude’s head. Wrath gets up to the boos of the crowd and then goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Mayhem: Wrath is back in this thing with a vengeance!

Trinks: It looks like the time in the ring is catching up with Robichaux. He’s tiring out a bit.

Mayhem:You’re full of it Trinks! Wrath just had a good counter and took the momentum.

Trinks: He kicked out! The crazy old bastard lives to fight a few minutes longer! He could do it Mags!

Wrath goes to pick Claude up, but is met with his arch nemesis, the european uppercut. Claude fires off chop after chop, backing Wrath up into the corner. The ref comes in between the two of them and breaks them up, leaving Wrath in the corner. Claude backs up to the other corner and then charges in towards Wrath as the ref moves. Wrath moves out of the way and pulls the referee into the corner, causing Claude to smash the referee and leave him laying prone in the ring. Claude turns around just in time to duck one of Wrath’s wild right hands. Robichaux hits Wrath with a quick fireman’s take over, and the two start to roll on the mat, struggling for position. Robichaux twists and hooks Wrath in the crossface, cranking back as hard as he can! Wrath’s hands slap the mat wildly, but the referee is laying unconcious in the ring. Robichaux cranks harder and Wrath slaps the mat even harder, but the ref doesn’t move.

Mayhem: Claude is back and he’s going after Wrath! He’s like a man possesed!

Trinks: He just plowed into the ref! The ref is down!

Mayhem: But he’s got Wrath. This match is over! Get up ref!

Trinks: NO! Stay down ref! Stay down!

Robichaux gives up after a minute of waiting on the referee to get up and make the call. Robichaux walks over, affording Wrath the time to roll outside the ring and grab a weapon. Wrath slides the chair into the ring and then climbs back in and lays down in the center of the ring. Claude returns his attention to Wrath and walks to pick him up, only to catch an eye full of baby powder. Claude stumbles around blinded for a second and then Wrath levels him with a chair. Claude drops in the center of the ring and Wrath quickly rolls him up. The woozy and half dazed ref starts to make a count and Wrath grabs the tights as Claude struggles to get loose!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mayhem: Wrath has did it here! our Revival Champion!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner..... And NEW REVIVAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...JOHNNNNNN OOOOOJEDAAAAAA!!!!

As Wrath is declared the legal winner, Zenith comes from the back and heads right for the ring. They want to take their on type of revenge on the new Champion. One of the only ones who hasn’t been hit by the vile group. Four of them slide into the ring and look ready to take on Ojeda in a beat down to end all beatdowns.

Mayhem: Oh noo! They are going to take it to the new Champion!

Trinks: This group is just disgusting. I can’t take it Maggie. I can’t watch!

One of the men in black goes for Ojeda and he takes the belt in his arms and clocks one of them putting him out as the other readies to charge him. Ojeda is begging them to come get a piece of him and two of them double up to attack and they get in the shots that take an already exhausted Ojeda to a knee.

Suddenly, Over the P.A comes the GM’s “Poison” by Alice Cooper. Everyone is on their feet as it sounds and from the back comes Mercedes Monroe who is perfectly healthy and fine. She has a mic in her hand as she speaks up.

Mayhem:YES Monroe is here! She wasnt that hurt afterall! She completely took Zenith by surprise!

Monroe: Hold it! Just wait a goddamn minute! That is my Champion and this is my Promotion. I have had to suffer by watching this group rip apart my roster every damn show. We are no longer going to take this type of tyranny! Which means all of these people work for me and this bullshit is stopping TONIGHT! We are now REVIVED!

Trinks: OH MAMA! Say goodbye to the boys in black! Revival is going back to democracy baby!

The crowd roars as behind her comes a couple of Revival’s best: Mac Bane, Sydney LaRoux, and Ashley LaRoux. The three of them look ready to attack as the men in the ring return their attack on Ojeda, trying to take out the new revival champion.

Monroe: REVIVAL GET THEM!!

The three near her rush the ring and everyone who has been attacked or wronged by Zenith come from different directions through the crowd to hop the barricade and get in on the action. Some of it has spilled out to the floor as Zenith unleashes more men in black from the back and it becomes an all out rumble. The ring is filled with Revival and Zenith battling it out. Revival then starts to toss the guys in black out of the ring and it turns into a lumberjack style rumble on the outside.

Mayhem:Holy shit Trinks. Its becoming a real battle here. Revival vs Zenith!

Trinks: Some of the Zenith are getting right outta dodge! They are abandoning the ship!

The men head for the ramp, the ones who haven’t hightailed it through the crowd and disappeared. It leaves the skull masked leader and two of his other henchmen that are trying to escape Revival’s beatdown. They make it to the ramp and one of the men is caught byMac Bane.

Mayhem:Oh God. Bane has him and he’s looking at the edge of the entryway there.. There appears to be a large dumpster!

Trinks: Take out that trash!

Mac Bane hoists up one of them and chokeslams one of them off the edge and into the garbage with plooms up as he makes impact.

Trinks: WOOHOO!

The crowd screams out as one is taken care of. The second one is pulled up by Organized Chaos who, as a team of Rose and Nate, suplexes the next one on top of the other in the junk pile.

Mayhem: They have been taken out here tonight! Revival Lives! We aren’t dead!

The leader is then pushed up through the rest of the roster who is now surrounding the entryway. The man stumbles and someone in a dark hoodie and jeans waits for him to get near enough to give him a superkick to the mouth. Which then it is revealed the hoodied warrior is Myke Adams!! He pulls off the hoodie wearing a Revival shirt! He rallies the rest of the Roster to pull off their Zenith shirts!

Mayhem:THE EGOSHREDDER!! MYKE ADAMS!! MYKE ADAMS IS HERE!

Trinks: IS...MYKE BACKKK??!

Mayhem:I don’t know! Oh MY GAWD!

With that, the man staggers up from the superkick and is fed to Ojeda who hoists him up and drops the burning hammer into a knee to the face which sends him over the edge to the bin as papers float like feathers in the arena.

Mayhem:THE VIKING HAMMER! He did it! Revival has overthrown Zenith! We did it!

Trinks: I am joining the team Magpie! Team Revival!

He takes off the Zenith shirt and Maggie also does the same, tossing them into the crowd behind them.

Mayhem: Thats all for tonight! Stay Tuned to the next show! there are so many burning questions. Is Mercedes finally in control? Is Myke Adams back?? Find out next Episode of Resurrection! GOODNIGHT!

The camera goes back to the entryway filled with Revival Roster and Mercedes who are all looking down to the garbage fallen Zenith. The roster more united than ever as they all raise their arms up into Revival Logo, a rising fist!