Resurrection webisode 4 Results

[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 a 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!”

Mayhem: Welcome to Revival! We have a great show lined up tonight with everything that happened last week! There are so many questions without answers but maybe tonight we can get some light shed on them.

Trinks: Is Myke Adams gonna be back or what? Come on!

Mayhem: I don’t know Richie. We haven’t heard either way but it is swimming around the rumor mill. But there is also the fact that one day Zenith may return..or the fact Wrath and Bane really have been heated this week in the back and forth.

Trinks: They just need a couple hookers and vicodin Magger. Works for me every night!

Mayhem: Oi. I’m not sure how that will help this kind of tension but tonight promises to be worth watching im sure. So welcome to our 4th edition of Revival’s Resurrection!


The announcers fade as Mac Bane stands talking to the GM Mercedes Monroe, the conversations are normal tones, no harsh words the camera picks up as the conversation continues.

Mac Bane: I know you cannot sanction this match as it is Miss Monroe and I’m not asking you to.

Monroe: It is a great match idea I wonder….

The rest of her conversation is cut off as John “Wrath” Ojeda enters the room with the Revival Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder.

Mac Bane: Well hello there princess, I was just talking about you.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You always seem to be doing that huh? Talking about me. Glad the ass whooping I gave you made you love me, ya dumb mother fucker. Mercedes... what's this dip shit selling you? He trying to get a shot at my title?

Wrath looks at Bane and laughs obnoxiously, loudly, and very fake; as if the thought of it was hilarious. Wrath turns and gets right into Bane's face

John "Wrath" Ojeda: What exactly have you done to get a match with the fucking champion? Lose to a rookie? That's what earns a title shot these days.

Monroe:Wrath, he's got a great idea for a match. And well, the last time you two went at it, we had great ratings. That match has had a lot of views on the website.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Ohh... I get it. You want to sacrifice him to me again for ratings. I'm in. Whatever it is. Because this punk bitch ain't got shit on me.

Monroe looks over at Bane and motions for him to continue.

Mac Bane: Well Jackass, we had not even discussed “your” title but since you want to put that on the table there smart guy it works perfectly for the idea that Mercedes and I were discussing.

Bane turns and steps into the chest of Ojeda.

Mac Bane: Since we both love to draw blood and we both love weapons of any kind, what would please the fans of this great company more than if they got to bring weapons for us to use against each other? Nothing!

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You want those sick fucks to bring the weapons?! Be my fucking guest. I’m sure they’ll give me something disgusting to destroy you with. Loser.

Wrath spits at Bane’s feet and storms off, slamming the GM’s door shut on the way out.

Mayhem:Jesus Richie!? Did you hear that!?

Trinks: I know! Fans Bring the Weapons! Who does that?!

Mayhem:Revival does, that’s who! That’s why our fans love us more than any other company.

Trinks: Because we let them bring weapons!?

Mayhem: No, because we care what they think and want to include them in our product.

Trinks: Enough with that Mags, our first match is coming up next!

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.

Mayhem: Here we have Nikki Blade! That girl has an attitude problem to say the least!

Trinks: Yeah, but man does she look good! And I love what she did with her hair! It almost looks as good as mine!

Mayhem: She’s going to have her hand’s full with Ishimaru Junichiro tonight!

Trinks:That she is! Junichiro is a beast with a mission. He has honor to restore!

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 coming 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.

Mayhem: Junichiro isn’t having the best run, but man has he looked impressive in his last couple of outings!

Trinks: He’s got so many people cheering for him over in Japan. When we take a tour over them, he’s going to be the biggest ambassador for our company!

Mayhem: You’ve got that right, Trinks!

Trinks: But what is with his hair!? It’s no where near as sexy as mine.

The match opens up with the two competitors meeting in the center ring. Junichiro attempts to bow down, to show traditional Japanese respect, but Nikki unloads a kick that stands him back up. Nikki pops up with a quick dropkick that staggers Junichiro back into the ropes. Nikki charges in and nails Junichiro with a running front kick that sends him through the ropes and down to the outside of the ring. Blade takes off away to the other side of the ring and then returns. Junichiro gets up just in time to catch Nikki Blade diving over with a corkscrew plancha. Both tumble to the ground and Nikki Blade pops up to chants of “RE-VI-VAL!”. Nikki gets up and rolls Junichiro back into the ring.

Mayhem: Nikki Blade is coming out like she’s on fire this week!

Trinks:I don’t think the way things went down at our last show sat well with her.

Mayhem: Is she taking on a mean streak here? Did she get some lessons on being an ass from her apparent boyfriend?

Trinks: I don’t know, but Junichiro needs to pick it up.

Nikki goes in to pick up Junichiro, but he pops up quickly and nails her with a quick T-Bone suplex. Nikki hits the canvas hard and rolls into the corner. Junichiro stands up looking around at the crowds approval. He gets up and sees Nikki trying to get up in the corner. Junichiro claps and brings the fans into the match, bringing them into it with him. Junichiro charges across the ring and nails Nikki with a body avalanche. Nikki goes to step out of the corner but Junichiro hooks her for a DDT; using the ropes to springboard off and hit a tornado DDT. Junichiro dives in and goes for a cover quickly.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mayhem:Richie, I think Junichiro is back to life around here.

Trinks: No! Don’t hurt that gorgeous body! I want it!

Mayhem:You’re such a creep Richie! She kicked out!

Trinks: That she did, but I hope this doesn’t get worse for her.

Junichiro picks up Nikki Blade and whips her into the ropes and catches as she comes in with a tornado back breaker. When he plants Nikki across his knee, he starts to stretch her out, prompting the ref to come over to see if she’s okay. Junichiro eventually lets her go and then switches to a headlock. The crowd starts to stomp and clap as Nikki starts to go limps; but are silenced when the heel gets her grip back and starts to elbow Junichiro in the gut. She shoots Junichiro off into the ropes. Junichiro comes back with a clothesline, but Nikki matrix’s out under the clothesline. She pops back up as Junichiro stops and nails him with a Flash Kick as he turns around. Junichiro stumbles backwards and returns to a big boot in the face with a chick kick! Nikki dives on top of Junichiro for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Mayhem: Nikki came back with a big Flash Kick! Does she think she’s Cammy from Street Fighter 2?!

Trinks:She’s coming back here! Junichiro looks stunned by that kick Mags.

Mayhem:Ugh! I hate you Richie!

Trinks: What did I do now?!

Nikki growls and starts to argue with the ref, giving Junichiro time to recover. Junichiro stalks up behind Nikki and wraps his arms up in hers, locking her up in a double chicken wing. Junichiro walks Nikki towards the ropes, where Sarissa stands, waiting for Nikki for a chance for a double team. Nikki drops down out of the way, just in time for Sarissa to spit a load of green mist into Junichiro’s face. Junichiro instantly starts to display that he’s blinded, and Nikki capitalizes, nailing him with the Blade Cutter, leaving Junichiro laying in the center of the ring. Nikki Blade dives on top of him for the cover!

ONE

TWO!

THREE!

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of the match... NIIIKKKIII BLLLLADDDEEE!!

The camera cuts to Andreas who is pacing back and forth in the locker room, shaking his arms somewhat as the hoodie covers parts of his face. The zipper of it open and we can see the black wife-beater underneath while he walks to one end of the bench and then back to the other side. [/color][/b]

Andreas: Here we are again Chicago...

He says while he continues to pace, giving the camera a sideways look when he reaches to where the camera is before turning away and pacing again.

Andreas: Another show and another opportunity to show the world who Andreas DeCosta is..

Andreas continues to walk, his eyes barely visible underneath the hoodie.

Andreas: If somehow you missed my debut last week, you might want to go back and check it out. If you were in that unfortunate group of people though, oh don’t you worry..

From beneath the hoodie, the camera can catch the smirk that plays across Andreas’ lips as he finally reaches for the hoodie and tosses it back, revealing himself to the camera as his pacing stops.

Andreas:..because I’m ready to put an encore for you tonight. I’m ready for whatever Mercedes wants to send my way. I stood up to one of the veterans on this roster last week and that was just me getting warmed up..

After taking in a deep breath and waiting a moment to speak again, he rolls his shoulders.

Andreas: I’m not scheduled for a match tonight, but I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t looking for a fight. I earned my contract last week and now that I have it, I don’t even have a fight? To me.. that’s unacceptable. Why would revival rob these great fans of the show that I want to put up in front of the people here in Chicago?

Turning his back to the camera again, Andreas looks down to the floor as he heads back to the bench and sits, leaning back against the wall behind it.

Andreas: So for anybody else out there who’s looking for a fight tonight, I’m waiting.. And Mercedes, I’m not going anywhere until I get the fight that I’m looking for. I think I more than showed that I’m fully capable of getting these fans out their seat and I’m ready to do that again here for you tonight.

The hoodie comes back over his head while his head tilts back against the wall.

Andreas: So what do you say Chicago? Mercedes? Revival superstars? Are you guys gonna let Andreas come out to play again?

Andreas smirks and closes his eyes as the camera cuts away from him and back to commentary.

Mayhem: And welcome back Revival fans!

Trinks: Oh..did they go somewhere?

Stan Hopeforth: The next match is set for one fall!

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

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

Stan Hopeforth: She hails from Toronto, Ontario…she is Ashley LaRoux! And her opponent…

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

Stan Hopeforth: He hails from Birmingham, England…he is The British Bomber!

The ref goes over the pre-match instructions as Stan makes his exit from the ring. Bomber and LaRoux approach the center of the ring. The lock up in the center of the ring and Bomber easily shoves Ashley away. She shakes her head and mutters something to herself as she approaches him again, and again the lock up and Bomber easily pushes her away but this time she rolls thru it and as he pursues her she unleashes a springboard roundhouse kick to the temple! The British Bomber is laid out in the middle of the ring! Bomber rolls over onto his stomach and gets to all fours as Ashley hits the ropes. LaRoux rebounds off the ropes and catches Bomber with a drop kick to the head! He rolls around on the mat in obvious pain from the attacks on his skull. Bomber is positioned in the center of the ring and he gets back to his feet a little unsteadily as Ashley sprints toward him he bends down and she leap frogs over the top of him. She lets her momentum carry her and she rebounds off the ropes again. Bomber spins and gets nailed with a leg lariat! Ashley shoots the half on the prone Bomber.

Mayhem: this could be over before right here!

Trinks: I’d let her cover me any day, she at least likes my hair.

Mayhem: no one likes your hair…kick out at two!

Bomber rolls over and is in a seated position as LaRoux charges again, he ducks her attempt at a shining wizard and sends her face first to the mat with a heel trip! He drags the much lighter LaRoux to the center of the ring and begins working over the knee and ankle with repeated stomps to the back of the knee. He flips her over to her back with her ankle barred he goes straight to the mat with a DDT on her ankle! Ashley screams out in pain from the impact, you can almost hear the crunching of the tendons. He keeps the ankle barred as he rises up again and drops down with the DDT type maneuver again! Ashley clutches her hair trying her best not to cry out. Bomber rises up again and this time she counters by drawing her legs in and then extending them explosively knocking Bomber across the ring. She gets to her feet and tries to put pressure on her left foot but then pain is excruciating. The Referee checks on her to see if she can continue and she signals that she is fine. She comes out of the corner into a boot to the gut from Bomber…gut wrench power bomb! He holds it as the ref slides into position for the count.

Mayhem: Damn, Bomber really went after her ankle on that exchange.

Trinks: Maybe he remembers.

Mayhem: Or maybe he knows something the rest of us don’t.

The ref makes the count.

1!...

2!...

Kickout by LaRoux! Bomber drags her back to her feet and pushes her into the corner where he hits forearm smash after forearm smash rocking her hard. He drags her back to the center of the ring and hooks both arms looking for the double armed DDT but she somehow manages to power out of it! She returns to the corner where she started and waits stalking the Brit. The British Bomber slowly gets back to his feet and she closes the distance quickly….LEROY JENKINS! She hits the spear and The British Bomber folds up like a cheap lawn chair from Walmart! She quickly climbs to the top rope and waits. Bomber staggers back to her feet and Ashley leaps off the top rope….GLITCH!!! The impact from the lung blower sends Bomber across the ring! It takes her a moment to gather her wits but she is able to finally make the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr…no! Bomber managed to get his foot on the bottom rope!

Mayhem: Unbelievable!

Trinks: I know right!? My hair is flawless!

Bomber uses the ring ropes to get back to his feet as Ashley looks at the ref expecting an explination. He signals to her again that Bomber’s foot was on the ropes. Of course she realizes her mistake almost too late as she ducks a clothesline attempt by Bomber! He stops suddenly behind her and hooks in a waste lock! He lifts her with ease and hits a German Suplex! The british bomber does not hesitate as he climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off looking for a diving elbow drop but LaRoux rolls out of the way at the very last moment! The British Bomber appears to be out of it as she is back on her feet and scampers to the top turnbuckle. Ashley leaps off….Avada Kedavra to the skull of The British Bomber! She covers him hooking the inside leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

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

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner Ashhhleyyyy LaRooouuuuxxxx!

[Mercedes Monroe]

The scene after the match it cuts to is hectic, the shot jumping around. It’s poorly shot, appearing to be from a phone’s camera.

Russo: And this Momma… this right here is the catering! Mmm, I can finally eat some real food. Not just frank and beans![/color]

A quick jump to the massive spread of cold cuts, cheeses, veggies, and fruits all across two tables. Another quick jump and we’ve come face to face with the newest REVIVAL signee, Ric Russo. The young and green newcomer is obviously thrilled to be part of such a revered wrestling company.

Russo: So give all my love to the rest of the family, and I’ll send you another video message when I can! Much love Momma! Mwah!”

He throws a quick kiss towards the screen and then presses a button, effectively ending the recording.

Ric heads on over to the catering table and pulls a couple grapes from the table and tosses it into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a REVIVAL mainstay, the legendary Claude Robichaux. He immediately gasps, his eyes--they must be deceiving him! His eyes grow wide when he realizes that it is in fact the wrestling legend!

Of course his eyes could be so wide because of the immediate gasp upon seeing the wrestling icon caused a grape to become lodged in his throat. The color from his face quickly fades and he falls to the floor, his knees hitting hard and his elbows barely holding him. Claude, completely unaware of this, carries on down the hall.

However, one soul who was in the catering area the entire time quickly leaps to her feet. She pulls the young man to his feet, and quickly applies the Heimlich Maneuver!

After about three hard chest presses, the grape flies from it’s place and impressively lands in a wastebasket ten feet away. Ric, who is obviously relieved, reaches for his throat. He turns around, noticing the feminine hands of his rescuer.

As soon as he turns, he comes face to face with none other than Ashley LaRoux!

His face gleams with joy.

Russo:You’re… You’re….

She nods rather playfully and smiles at him.

Ashley LaRoux: The one and only.

A soft chuckle escape her lips and she stands there as Russo’s eyes grow and a smile expands just as exponentially.

Russo: Oh my GOSH! Thank you! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!]

He reaches out and pulls her in for a hug. She nods and pats him on the back.

Russo: You… You saved my life!

The two step back and Ric shakes his head.

Russo: Where are my manners!? You saved my life and I haven’t even told you my name. I’m Ric Russo! I’m your biggest fan!

He extends his hand and she takes it rather reluctantly. He shakes away with it, vigorously, and rather uncomfortably.

Russo: Miss LaRoux, I’ve followed your career from your early days as St. Croix and I just want you to know, as a fan of yours, a big one… I don’t blame you for anything! You were drugged. And you weren’t you. You are an angel!

He continues on to ramble for a more seconds than he should have and things get awkward real quick. Especially when Ashley is finally able to jerk her hand away.

Ashley LaRoux: Thank you… I think. Listen kid, stay away from the grapes. They’re obviously a hazard to your health. Take care, K?

She pats him on the shoulder and walks on by. He stands there, filled with joy and amazement, completely wide-eyed, and he nestles the hand that she had touched quite creepily, as the scene cuts to the ringside area.

Mayhem: Weird...but wow. Another new guy in Revival.

Trinks: Almost as creepy as me.

Mayhem: Almost Richie. ALMOST. Wait..buzzing in my ear says that we are getting come commotion backstage with Wrath? What this time..

The cameras cut to the backstage area and shows John Ojeda walking down the hall with Nikki Blade. Wrath has a baseball bat in his hands as they march down the hall. Wrath does not look pleased as he pushes forward, seemingly on a mission.

Nikki Blade: John, calm down! You're letting him get to you!

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Get out of my way Nikki!

Nikki Blade: But you're just fanning the flames. Just beat him again and be done with it.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: That bitch thinks he can piss in my yard. I'm gonna make that little shitzu roll over and bow down to the nasty Ovcharka in the yard.

Wrath turns the corner, the cameras follow quickly, and then Wrath enters a dressing room clearly marked Mac Bane. John bursts through the door, finding the room empty. John doesn't hesitate, and swings the bat, knocking a vase into a million pieces. John grabs the bookshelf, throws it to the floor, and hits it with the bat a few times. Wrath turns and swings the bat through the plasma tv sitting on a stand.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Bane wants to run his fucking mouth and demand a match when he ain't done shit; that ain't fucking flying here.

John swings the bat at the wall a bunch of times, knocking a very large hole in the wall that basically creates a new door into another dressing room. John turns, grabs the pizza off the table, spikes it to the ceiling, and then kicks over the couch.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: He wants it to be Fans Bring the Weapons... he's gonna find out, yet again, why I'm the most violent man in the business. Cuz I'm a fan, and I'm bringing new weapons.

Wrath turns and looks at Nikki, who's standing there looking a bit stunned at John's display of aggression. He gives a shrug and smiles.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: That should get the point across that I'm going to smash him

Wrath laughs, turns around and looks at Nikki, and then wraps an arm around her and leads her out of the room.

The camera then fades into the back locker room, Jessica King is standing there awaiting a story but on by comes Rose Acantha and Nate Webb, Organized Chaos. She looks to them and stops them for a quick interview.

Jessica King: Just who I wanted to see. Organized Chaos! Just a minute of your time. I wanted to ask you a couple questions.

Nathan Webb: Really? The last thing I wanted to do was answer stupid self-answering questions....

Rose Acantha: Come on, be nice to Misses J, Mr. Nate....

Nathan Webb: Fine...

Jessica nods.

Jessica King: I wanted ask you if you were injured, Nate? You haven’t been in action here tonight.

Nathan Webb: Wow...I can't believe I am being asked this....

Rose Acantha: {elbowing him in the ribs} Answer the question Mr. Nate...

Nathan Webb: No I am not injured I am just not on the card tonight...sometimes these things happen...

Jessica looks to Rose as she pipes in on the situation.

Rose Acantha: What Mr. Nate means to say...speaking as his little sister...is that Miss Mercy didn't put him on the card...and I am sure there was a really good reason behind it...

Jessica King: Speaking of rookies, How do you feel about the way Andreas has been climbing up the ladder? People have been saying that you and Rose are getting beaten out by the islander, is that true?

Nathan Webb: If you want to consider being beaten out two weeks of talking smack...that yeah he has beaten me out...but we are only four shows in so I would say that it is too early to say he is overshadowing anything...but since we are on the subject let me say this...I know that DeCosta can perform but since he shoots off his mouth so much I can't hear his actions speaking for themselves...and I will let it be known if he continues to shoot his mouth off like he is a veteran when he is far from it...I will do everyone a favor and put him in his place.

From the left comes Andreas DeCosta who heard the comments that Organized Chaos said about him and he didn’t much like it. Him and Nate go the floor with shots being taken back and forth. Rose tries to get involved in stopping it and she frees Nate from DeCosta letting him dominate the fight now. Jessica is screaming for security as they flock and try to pull the men apart. They get Nate back from Andreas and push him as well as DeCosta away from each other.

Mercedes Monroe comes to the carnage and she says.

Monroe: What the hell is going on here? You two wanna fight so bad then let’s do it. Webb versus DeCosta one on one, up next.

Jessica King: As you can see, a violent tension is brewing between Decosta and Webb and Mercedes just slated an impromptu match up next! Back to you Mayhem and Trinks!

Mayhem: Some real heat between these two this week Richie.

Trinks: Oh…didn’t notice…they will be out here in a minute..Stan who first?!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is set for one fall! First up, he is the Caribbean Dream!

The fans get on their feet as the lights in the arena go 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 screen 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 off his sleeveless black t-shirt and awaits his opponent.

Stan Hopeforth: He calls Hill View, Bermuda home, he is Andreas DeCosta!

Mayhem: You got it, the kid that took Bane to his limit last week! He has all the makings of a future Heavyweight Champion and backs up his talk.

Trinks: Oh…were you talking to me?

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent being accompanied by the lovely Rose Arcantha

"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.

Stan Hopeforth: He calls New Orleans, Louisiana home, he is “The Cold Spider” Nathan Webb!

The crowd gives Webb a mixed reaction (mostly cheers) as he and DeCosta approach the center of the ring. Hopeforth holds the ring ropes for Rose as the referee goes over the pre-match instructions. After the preliminary instructions and weapons check he calls for the bell to start the match. Nate and Andreas circle each other, each looking for an opening and neither finding it. They lock up in the center of the ring, being of equal size and strength neither man is able to budge the other. Finally Webb buries a knee into the midsection of DeCosta, doubling him over in pain. He uses a clinch to immobilize his head and starts nailing him with knee strikes in the face rocking the young man. He gives a knife edged chop that echoes throughout the arena to the chest of Andreas that knocks him into the ropes. DeCosta rebounds off the ropes where Webb is waiting and he delivers a snap mare to Andreas. He steps up and delivers a devastating kick to the back of DeCosta and then runs to the opposite ropes building momentum. Webb rebounds off the ropes and hits the seated dropkick to DeCosta! The fans rise up as Webb shoots the half!

Mayhem: Woah! Didn’t see that coming!

Trinks: could that win last week have been a fluke?

Mayhem: DeCosta kicks out at 2!

Webb drags DeCosta back to his feet and shoots him to the corner but Andreas reverses it! Nate does not hit the turnbuckle padding but instead climbs up the pads and goes for whisper in the wind. As he hits the apex of his flip DeCosta unleashes an ungodly drop kick that turns him inside out! There is a collective gasp and then a collective groan from the crowd as Webb lands awkwardly on his shoulder and neck! The referee moves in quickly to check on Webb who signals he can continue. Andreas drags him back to his feet and hoists him over one shoulder and sets him on the top turnbuckle. DeCosta climbs the turnbuckle padding and as he approaches the top Webb unloads a wicked forearm shiver that rocks the rookie. DeCosta is rocked backward but he sets his jaw and delivers one of his own! They go back and forth as the crows counts along but eventually Andreas is able to block Webb and wails on him like a rented government mule! Andreas steps up to the top rope and hits a Frankensteiner sending Nate sailing to the middle of the ring! Andreas quickly scrambles to his feet and steps out on the ring apron. He uses the top ring rope for leverage executing a beautiful springboard elbow drop on the chest of Webb! The Rookie shoots the half!

Mayhem: And here comes the comeback, very reminiscent of last week!

Trinks: Oh did I miss something?

The referee slides into position to make the count; 1!...2!...Kickout by Webb! He drags Webb back to his feet. Nate retaliates unloading a series of right hands and tries to irish whip DeCosta to the corner but Andreas reverses it into a diving clothesline! He quickly drags Webb back to his feet throwing Webb’s right arm over his near shoulder and reaching across…VIEW FROM THE BOTTOM! The crowd explodes as they immediately recognize the set up move. The Caribbean Dream points to the sky and then begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Rose on the outside is slamming the hell out of the mat trying to get Webb to focus as the crowd gets behind her rhythmic beating and Webb rolls out of the ring to the apron. Smooth as always DeCosta hops down from the top turnbuckle and stalks Webb. As Nate comes around the corner DeCosta sprints towards him leaping over the top rope and catching Webb across the chest with a cross body block! The Revival crowd is on their feet again as DeCosta climbs back to his feet holding his rib cage. He holds one hand in the air as he reaches down with the other dragging Webb back to his feet he rolls him back into the ring.

Mayhem: Wow is all I can say. Andreas DeCosta took a huge risk there.

Trinks: You know what they say…no balls no glory!

DeCosta climbs up on the ring apron and then through the ropes. Just as he clears the ropes Webb is up! DDT from Webb on DeCosta as his second foot clears the middle rope! Andreas rolls around on the mat holding his forehead, now its Nate that stalks DeCosta. He waits until Andreas is back to his knees and…BRAIN FREEZE! The impact of the buzzsaw kick lays the young man out face first on the mat! He drags the rookie closer to the corner of the ring and climbs up to the top rope! He looks out at the crowd and leaps off….SPIDER’S GUILLOTINE!!! The impact is devastating for both men who are down and out! The crowd has blown the roof off the place after that move. After several moments Webb is able to roll DeCosta over and make the cover. 1!...2!...Thr…no the referee taps Webb on the shoulder as DeCosta has laid his foot across the bottom rope! Nate although a bit frustrated realizes its time for plan “B” and drags the young man to his feet. He scoops him up into a body slam position and hits the first phase of “Three Strikes” with a back breaker! As he rotates him in the air, DeCosta is able to break it cinching in a headlock he uses the momentum to counter with a vicious DDT!

DeCosta wastes no time at all as he scrambles back to his feet. He staggers against the ring ropes for only a moment and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. He measures Webb….CARIBBEAN CUTDOWN! He ignores the pain in his ribs after the shooting star press and covers Webb hooking the inside leg!

One!

Two!

Three!

The ref calls for the bell awarding the match to Andreas DeCosta! His music begins to play as Stan makes the announcement.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner via pinfall…Andreeeeaaaaas! DeCoooosssstttaaa!

The camera catches Mac Bane walking through the corridors of the Revival Center with a pair of boxes in his hand. He is obviously looking for someone and finds her. He pauses for a moment and then approaches Holli Would.

Mac Bane: I have something for you.

She shoots him a quizzical look as he hands her the boxes.

Mac Bane: I hope you will keep these or give them to Josiah, where I’m going I won’t have a need for them anymore.

She opens the first box and the camera zooms in on the contents, a XXL black Stetson sits there, freshly cleaned. She begins to speak but he cuts her off.

Mac Bane: I don’t want either of you anywhere near me, where I’m going would be a bad place for either of you to be.

She opens the second box and finds his black leather duster. She looks at him for the first time and sees the change. The ripped up jeans have been replaced by freshly starched ones with a crease down the front. Black boots, black Eric Church t-shirt and a bandanna tied around his head.

Mac Bane: I hope you understand Holli…

He kisses her lightly and then turns and walks away leaving her speechless. The camera follows him as he returns to his dressing room only to find it destroyed. Bane begins to tremble with rage as he surveys the wreckage.

Mac Bane: Only one idiot has the balls to do this, that’s okay Wrath, you wanna play it that way?

There is a hatred in Bane’s eyes that has been seen very rarely over the years and then a thought occurs to him.

Mac Bane: I’m good with that. And it’s a good thing he didn’t hit this with whatever he was using…

Bane picks up a duffle bag and slings it over his shoulder, smiling at the camera he walks back into the hallway.

Mac Bane: Just need a few things from my truck and find where the dumbass parked that bike he’s so proud of.

The scene ends and comes back to Mayhem and Trinks.

Mayhem: We have the triple threat coming up here next. One can begin to wonder if Robinchaux is in any condition to fight here tonight. He is afterall an older man but with a heart of a lion.

Trinks: And pops Viagra like Pez too!

Mayhem: Don’t be absurd Trinkerbelle. Mac Bane has been on a crusade here tonight too, and LaRoux might stand in the way of that..or worse yet, he will take her out to get over his point tonight.

Trinks: Something tells me Sydney isn’t shy of too many men taking her out.

Mayhem:: You say that to Myke Adams face about her!

Trinks: Ha. If he is even gonna show up! On with the show Stanley!

Stan Hopeforth: Introducting first..... Claude Robinchauxxxxxxxxx

‘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: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois....Sydney “The Mistress of Malice” LaRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRouxxxxxxxx

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 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". Various cross, charm, and good luck necklaces adorn her neck just as bracelets and wristbands adorn her arms. 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 the last of her opponents.

Stan Hopeforth: Lastly introducing Revival’s own Texan, MAC BANEEEEEEEEEEE

The opening riff of Memory Remains by Metallica begins to play as Mac Bane walks out onto the stage. There is no pyro only the continuation of the song as he slowly makes his way down the ramp occasionally shaking hands with the fans or allowing them to pat him on the shoulder. As the camera focusses on his face the intensity in his eyes is obvious. He is driven, he is motivated, he wants blood. He rolls under the bottom rope and approaches the corner where he pauses looking out at the crowd and then climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He gazes out over the crowd soaking up the cheers and absorbing their energy.

Trinks: I smell blood, Mags. Someone will bleed.

Mayhem: It can’t be that bad. Mac Bane, Claude Robinchaux, and Sydney LaRoux will still be their same ol’ selves after this match, Richie. It’ll be okay. Blood or no blood.

Trinks: You think so?

Mayhem: Knowing them the way I do, and assuming they are the same way they have been these last few weeks, I can almost guarantee it, Richie.

Trinks: Time will tell then. But I still got a bad mamajamma feeling about this.

The bell rings, and three of top members of the REVIVAL roster stare at each other from across the ring. They nod to each other, before Sydney just manages to duck a clothesline attempt by Robinchaux, and drops him with a forearm to the back of the knee!

Trinks: Syd goes down low first..expected!

Sydney rolls over and just starts letting lefts and rights fly in the face of Robinchaux. He tries blocking them, but nothing is stopping the Deviant. Seizing the opportunity, Mac Bane does what any good guy would do. He pulls her by the hair and jabs a thumb in her eye.

Mayhem: Where the hell was the referee for that call!?

Trinks: Brilliantly done by Mac Bane. And it’s not his fault if the referee was handing LaRoux's chains and things to some random ring-rat.

Mac Bane pulls Sydney up by the hair and she is quick to follow him. The two lock up and it seems to be a pretty even match, considering the height difference between the two. Bane is able to power her into the corner, and lets a smack go across the chest of the Former Legacy Champion!

Mayhem: Her fiancé can not like that!

Trinks: SAVE THE ta-tas MAC!

Back in the ring, Mac lets another slap go, sending a howl from his opponent. Looking for a third, Mac isn’t quick enough and Robinchaux lets out a scratch across the eyes, sending Bane stumbling back. The referee tries to admonish Claude, but he just walks right past him and drops Mac Bane with a modified jawbreaker. LaRoux takes advantage of Bane being temporarily subdued and pulls both of his legs up. She looks out to the crowd, then down at Bane and smiles her Deviant smile. Without much more hesitation, she pulls both legs in opposite directions and plants a boot to the midsection before dropping a double leg drop across his sternum!

Trinks:I do not want to be him right now, Magpie!

Mac Bane rolls around on the mat in some real pain, as Sydney is back to her feet. She grabs ahold of Robinchaux and its a reversal which whips her into being able to fly up into a dropkick, sending him out over the top rope and hard to the floor. She looks out into the crowd once more, her hometown, and sticks up both middle fingers to Robinchaux as he lays lifeless on the outside!

Mayhem: Sydney LaRoux being the true Deviant everyone knows her to be!

Trinks: Deviant? That was kind of bitchy actually, Mags.

In the ring, Sydney turned into Mac Bane who has gathered himself now and catches him up by the hair in a modified headlock, walking with him towards the ropes. Walking herself up the back of them, she takes a quick leap and drops him with an impressive modified neck breaker! Quickly, she makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Th--NO!

Bane gets a shoulder up.

Mayhem:That was a highly impressive neck breaker, Richie. But Robinchaux hasn’t gotten back into action yet.

Trinks: The poor Ex-Cowboy! Sydney needs to check herself before she wrecks herself! I think Claude is dead!

In the ring, Bane is pulling himself up, Sydney playfully smacking at the back of his head. Toying with the One Man Wrecking Crew. She pulls him up by the hair, but he quickly bursts out of it with a jab to the gut, sending the LaRoux stepping backwards. One left, one right, then another, and quickly another. He bounces off the ropes and drops her with a clothesline! Quick to her feet, LaRoux is met with another clothesline! And once more, Mac Bane drops her with a third clothesline! This time, she stays down and he makes the cover.

One…

Tw--no, Robinchaux is back in the ring and busted up the count.

Trinks: This is… WOW.

Mayhem: Match of the Night contender, Richie?

Trinks:YES!

He drags Bane to the center of the ring and attempts a suplex on the big man but he reverses it! Claudes legs kick frantically, but Bane drops him with CLOSING TIME! Robinchaux bounces off the mat, and Bane turns to the crowd with a sadistic smile of his own.

He cockily makes a cover, counting along with the referee!

One…

Two…

TH--NO!

Sydney LaRoux breaks the count, causing Bane’s face to express shock. Something he rarely does.

Trinks: They will not stay down!

Mayhem: Mac Bane will have to kill them to take the win tonight.

Trinks: I wouldn’t be surprised if that thought hasn’t crossed his mind here tonight, Mags.

Mac is back to his feet, not so quietly cursing the referee, the fans, and Sydney LaRoux herself. He pulls the Deviant up by her neck and hoists her onto his shoulders before turning around in the ring. As he hoists her into the air about to hit the ATA, impressively she grabs a hold of his head and drops him to the mat with a modified tornado DDT!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT!

Mayhem:The Deviant is still alive, folks!

Trinks: Poor MAC!

As both competitors lay in the ring, the fans are on their feet as Holli Would appears atop the ramp, pacing back and forth. She seems to be paying close attention to the action going on inside the ring. Sydney is to her knees, clutching the back of her neck as she tries to regain composure. Robinchaux is motionless in the ring having not moved much after the Closing Time but groggily uses the ropes to pull himself up to stand. LaRoux and Robinchaux in the ring stand and turn and bump into each other, both forcing the other back before running in and clotheslining one another!

Mayhem: My God. Are you delirious? Swinging at anything?!

Sydney rolls around, still nursing her neck. Bane rolls to the outside, hoping to get some time to recompose himself after the DDT from LARoux.

Trinks: It seems that Mac Bane is starting to grasp for straws, Mags.

Sydney crawls over to the ropes, hoping to pull herself up using them as support. Outside, Bane is back to his feet and is catching his breath. Using this time to regain some composure. He spots Sydney by the ropes, and smiles. He walks over and yanks her down by the feet, pulling her to the outside. Not even letting her get to her feet, he nails a nasty kick to the midsection, causing a huge cheer to escape from the crowd.

He smiles maliciously, and pulls her up, dragging her over by the announce table. Maggie grabs her water bottle and stands up and away from the table.

Trinks:Where are you going Maggie? Afraid of a little action? Haha!

Out of nowhere, Sydney blasts Bane with a massive European uppercut, and uses Mac's own force to throw him in directly at the announce table! The force of the crash sends him up and over the table, directly into the lap over Richie Trinks!

The referee, who was dealing with the chaos caused by the crash, turns to find Mac and Richie covered by the table and nothing more serious to either one. Richie pulls himself up with the help of the table, and looks like hell. His hair is messed up and the headset is half off his head, but he’s wide-eyed as the action is still so close to him!

By now, Holli Would has made her way down the ramp and she stands near one side of the ring. Mac manages to shake the cobwebs away, and lays a left into the side of Syd’s head. Sydney steps back, and comes back at him with a right of her own!

Mayhem: My God! This is great!

Trinks: Ugghh!

Still exchanging lefts and rights, Mac looks for an upper hand, planting a knee to the gut. Sydney falls over, clutching her abdomen, and Bane attempts to steal a chair from the crowd and he does, just as Robinchaux comes within striking range, taking him out with a loud bang. Robinchaux is out cold on dream street! He gathers momentum and uses the chair to fly into LaRoux with a modified ON THE ROCKS from one side of the guard rail to her side!

Mayhem:: He almost took her head off!

Almost. Because at the last minute, Sydney ducks down and Mac runs pass her, barely able to stop before knocking the referee who was outside down! But as Bane turns, Sydney lands a textbook dropkick into the face of Mac, sending him backwards into the referee. Both men fall down.

Mayhem: What… What is Holli Would doing?!

Would, who now is standing directly behind Sydney, pulls her around and the two women conspire a moment in whispers. Holli Would goes to Bane and bends down to rouse Mac Bane. Holli Would helps him get up only to turn on him and give him the MORNING WOOD!!

Trinks: OH the jewels! He was betrayed by the jezzebel!

Mayhem: These people are nuts! She is blatantly interfering in a contest! Why are they cheering her!? I thought she was gonna help Mac here!

Mac Bane is doubled over gripping his manhood and slides up into the ring on his side unable to move. Sydney unleashes stomps into Bane and goes for a cover but there is no ref!

Holli smiles, and grabs the referee by the collar and smacks him in the face, trying to cause him to stir. The smack helps, and Holli tosses him up by the collar into the ring and walks off to the back.
The referee, who probably couldn’t find his head from a hole in the ground by now, is awake enough to notice that LaRoux is barking at him to get in the ring and count the 1-2-3. In the time it takes for LaRoux to turn, Bane catches her under the leg and does a roll up pin with LaRoux kicking her legs but not enough to get out as the oblivious referee makes the count.

One…
Two…
Three…

Mayhem: He stole the win! He got the Three! Even with Holli Would fucking him over here helping Sydney...He still won!

Trinks: That was 2 and a half! NO!

Mayhem: It was three! Wow!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner MACCCCCC BANEEEEEEEEE

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The ReviTron comes to life and upon it is Holli Would from the back with her pretty pink hair and bubble gum sweet expression like it was seen in the match before when she came out.

Would: Earlier, Mac Bane gave me his hat and black duster for me to burn, keep, or do whatever I wanted with. Well I can tell you right now that I want to spit on it!

Holli growls.

Would: HOW DARE YOU tell everyone in Revival and those watching that I live in a shelter! Yeah, I might not have a home Mac Bane, but at least I have integrity and honor. No. Maybe decency is the word I want. You opened up my life to the rest of the world and that is a sin that I am not sure that I can forgive. Why did I do what i did tonight?? There is a line that you don’t cross, and last week, you crossed it.

She looks with a glare in her eyes.

Would: You want to reinvent yourself? You think changing your clothing will do that? No. It takes change from within and that kind of change you might just be too “dim” to understand. Extreme Mac Bane? I don’t buy it. You know, maybe Ashley Laroux is right, John Ojeda is leading this crusade into being “hardcore”..and those of us who aren’t, where do we fit in? We don’t. But that doesn’t mean you can come in and trample on our lives and those secrets that we don’t want everyone to know. Take this as a warning to those who want to get into my business, and my life. I will do the same to you as I did to Mac Bane tonight!

Holli Would gets up from where she sitting and kicks the folding chair until it clangs against the wall. The Revitron fades out to black and we are brought back to another part of the arena.

The camera carefully peeks through the open door of Revival Marketing Director Eric Matthews where he sits behind his desk, eyes wide and holding his hands up defensively.

Matthews: Listen, like I told you already Ashley; I don’t physically go out there and ‘sell’ anything. I just work to try and find merchandise that the fans would want to buy and then bring those ideas out to you.

Ashley LaRoux, sitting across from him wearing a pout on her face, crosses her arms defiantly and takes a deep breath.

Ashley: Seriously Eric? So explain to me why this time last year we had more merchandise for losers like Sullivan Aimes and Wolfcastle than you do for me right now?

The head of Marketing just shakes his head and grabs a small pile of papers off his desk.

Matthews: Ashley, do you see this? This is called data … information that I use to formulate my decisions. I don’t just go and pick on people willy nilly based on who I think is cooler. My job is to sell … so is yours.

Ashley’s cold stare says more than she could with words.

Matthews: Listen, if you did a better job of selling yourself out there then maybe it would make my job a little easier and I’d be able to get you some new t-shirts or something in the booths.

The younger LaRoux stands up, the chair pushing backwards. She plants her hands on the desk in front of her, leaning over visibly upset.

Ashley: Do a better job selling myself? So you don’t think I’m over enough for new merch right now? What’ll it take Eric? What the hell do you want me to do, huh?

Eric sighs and rubs his temples

Matthews: Listen, go out there and win tonight and we’ll talk about some new stuff. What did you have in mind; ice cream sandwiches?

He chuckles to himself, obviously amused, but Ashley … not so much.

Ashley: How about some foam fingers; I’m thinking something like … this!

She stands up to her, not quite impressive, full height and extends her hands, flipping off the Marketing Director before turning on the spot and storming out of his office muttering something about ‘getting over’ before we are brought back to the announce table.

Mayhem: And now our Main Event Richie. Reaper and Wrath.

Trinks: Sounds like cocktail. I will take one!

Mayhem: I’m sure it would be packed with a big punch.

Trinks: Or a tiny stir stick. Bazinga!

Mayhem: Oh lawd. Let’s just get into the Main event. Both men appear to be out here and ready to go.

Trinks: So much for grand entrances, huh Mag? Losers.

The match opens up with Wrath and Reaper tying up in the center of the ring. Wrath quickly tosses Reaper backwards. Reaper gets up quickly and charges at Wrath, but is quickly laid out with a stiff right hand that drops the Reaper to the mat. The crowd is already starting it’s chorus of boos and jeers towards Wrath as he showboats, looking at the downed Reaper. Reaper gets up from being downed, and shakes out the cobwebs. Reaper throws a punch and Wrath swats it away, laughing at Reaper. Reaper swings again, and Wrath dips out of the way. Reaper throws another punch, and Wrath ducks under it, catching Reaper with several body blows that leave him doubled over on the mat. Wrath plays up to the crowd, are booing him loudly.

Mayhem: Wrath looks like he is just picking apart Reaper.

Trinks: Does he think he’s Floyd Mayweather in there?

Mayhem: Wrath definitely looks like he has a point to prove here tonight. He may not have won the title in the cleanest way, but no one can question the man’s toughness

Trinks: Wow, Reaper got dropped with a body shot! He looks like he’s out.

Wrath sees Reaper starting to get up and puts a boot to the side of his head and shoves him back down. Reaper rolls to the ropes and picks himself up in the corner. Wrath sees it and charges in, laying into the Reaper with a nasty yakuza kick that leaves the Reaper limp and slumped in the corner. Wrath is about to close in on the Reaper, but a fan throws a soda at him and bounces it off his back. Wrath rolls right out of the ring and walks right up to the fan, getting up in the fans face and slinging insults back and forth. When the fan tries to take a swipe at Wrath, security jumps in the middle of it, trying to stop Wrath from climbing the guard railing. The security finally shoves Wrath back into the ring just in time for the Reaper to start coming to life and getting out of the corner.

Mayhem: The Reaper is just getting absolutely destroyed in their tonight. What’s happened to him?

Trinks: I think the toll of that match last week destroyed his will to compete.

Mayhem: Wait a minute Rich! We’ve got an incident in the crowd. I think Wrath might beat up a fan tonight too! What an asshole!

Trinks: I know, that fan is a jerk!

Mayhem: I was talking about Wrath, you nincompoop.

Wrath stalks around Reaper as he comes back to the center of the ring, refusing to give up the fight. Reaper takes a swing and Wrath blocks it and then scoops Reaper up for a death valley driver. Wrath takes off across the ring and runs right towards the announce table. Wrath lets go and sends the Reaper crashing through the announce table. The announce crew scatters and the fans erupt in a bout of Revival chants that echo throughout the building. After all, they may hate Wrath, but they all love a good stiff bump! Wrath starts to strut around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and acting the fool in the ring. Suddenly the PA squeals with feedback and everyone’s attention is drawn up to the video screen.

Mayhem: Oh my god! Get out of here! Here he comes!

Trinks: MY DRINK! NOOO! That asshole spilled my Reaper and Wrath!!

Mayhem: What the hell is going on here Richie?!

Trinks: There’s something going on in the back parking lot.

Wrath pauses in the ring and stares up at the screen. Mac Bane is on the screen in the back parking lot and he’s standing near Wrath’s motorcycle. Wrath instantly looks very angry, and Bane starts to speak, taunting Wrath.

Mac Bane: Some people just never learn, you think you're so goddamn smart tough guy? You left the one thing you value most unprotected. I’m about to show you what it means to have something you love destroyed boy.

With that said, Bane picks up a can of gasoline from off camera and starts to douse the Harley in gasoline. Bane hoots and hollers as he does so and then looks back at the cameras. Bane pours a little trail of gas away from the bike and then takes a few steps back, pulling out a zippo. Bane flips open the zippo, and lights the flame, talking as he stands, threatening to drop it on the trail of gasoline..

Mac Bane: This is only the beginning Wrath, this is only a taste, a sampling if you will of what I am going to do to you at the pay per view. Get ready bitch ‘cause its on!

Reaper comes back into the ring and tries to blindside Wrath, but Wrath ducks under it, just in time to see Bane drop the lighter and his bike go up in flames.Immediately, Wrath let’s out a scream of rage. Reaper’s next strike is blocked and then a right, left, and right are unloaded on Reaper that spin him around. Wrath nails him with a back breaker quickly, and holds him there. Wrath rifles off eight right hands that leave Reaper’s head bouncing and spraying blood from his face. The crowd gasps in horror, looking at the beating, and the ref dives in, tackling Wrath off of Reaper. The ref calls for the bell, and immediately pops up throwing up the X symbol for an injury. Reaper rolls over and arches up, burying his battered face in his hands, leaving himself wide open. Wrath looks up at the screen and finally sees the bike explode and Bane laughing like a madman. Wrath turns and kicks a Jason Elam field goal right between Reaper’s legs that sends him skidding across the mat.

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of the match by stoppage and still Revival Heavyweight Champion... John “Wrath” OOOOJEEDDDAAA!

Mayhem: Oh my god! Mac Bane just set Wrath’s bike on fire.

Trinks: I think he just set Reaper’s face on fire!

Mayhem: Wow! Holy hell! Someone call an ambulance! He shouldn’t have a face left after that beating!

Trinks: I just don’t know what to... WHAT THE HELL! Someone call the fire department! That thing blew up real good!

Mayhem: WOAH! I don’t think that kick there was a work! He’s not gonna have kids after that one!

Trinks: Damn, I would not want to be Mac Bane.

Wrath immediately rolls out of the ring and runs up the ramp and into the back. He charges towards the parking lot, catching a lot of staff in tow, who want to try and stop him. They can’t seem to catch up with him quite so easily, Wrath runs out into the parking lot just in time to catch Mac Bane peeling out of the parking lot with “Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera blaring out of the stereo. Wrath turns and looks at his bike, and screams

John "Wrath" Ojeda: SON OF A BITCH! I CAN’T WAIT FOR FANS BRING THE WEAPONS!

The angry Wrath stares at the camera and the scene fades to the Revival Wrestling logo and then to black.