The Culling [August 28th 2013]

[Mercedes Monroe]

THE CULLING THEME:

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The roster of Revival file out from the back of the arena as the theme for the PPV plays. They come out from the entryway to take to the ring. It fills with everyone that is currently on contract. They look out at everyone in attendance and show pride in Revival. Wearing The Culling tees and looking ready to put on a great show.

Mayhem: Welcome to the Pay Per View Event..The Culling! Everyone is coming out here to celebrate the fact that Revival II has made it to the PPV. Four shows in with the rise and fall of Zenith and the building of a huge feud with Mac and Wrath, we are bound to have many more to come. Thank you for inviting us into your homes tonight as we might crown a new champion!

Trinks: Hey..am I invisible!?

Mayhem: And Richie Trinks is here too! My lovable sidekick!

Trinks: Ahem. Helllllllooooo REVIVAL!

Mayhem: We have a lot of matches tonight that are destined to keep you on the edge of your seat for the next two hours. The Avarice Championship...The Heavyweight Championship.. The Contenders match and many many more of your favorites. Let’s kick off The Culling Richie byt heading to the back to see what is happening with Jessica King!

The camera catches Jason Ecks as he comes into the arena with his rolling suit case pulled along behind him. Waiting on him near the entrance is Jessica King.

Jessica King: Jason Ecks, may I have a word with you.

Jason Ecks: Yep you can have one, I have to get ready for my match.

Jessica King: What are your thoughts as you prepared this week for “The Beast”?

Jason smirks and hesitates for only a moment.

Jason Ecks: Well Jess, oh you don’t mind if I call you Jess do you? No I didn’t think you would, thanks. The only thing that I thought about is the many different ways you can take a man of that size and reduce him to something less.

Jessica King: interesting, I mean he has you by a nearly one hundred pounds, you do realize that right?

Jason Ecks: Yes he does and what happens to man of that size when you damage the tendons and cartilage in his knees?

Jessica King: Well…I uh…

Jason Ecks: When those elements of the knee are damaged they cannot support the massive two hundred and sixty-five pounds. If you got no wheels, you got no game.

Jessica King: Well said.

Jason smirks at her.

Jason Ecks: Yeah, I thought so, see you around Jess.

Jason Ecks leaves the frame and Jessica King wondering what just happened.

Mayhem: New guy there folks who will be debuting here in minutes. but Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to The Culling! We have a great show in store for you tonight, starting with the self proclaimed FNG Jason Ecks as he takes on “The Beast” or Ishi as we like to call him.

Trinks: Don’t forget about Holli and Nikki Maggs! The battle of the hotties! They both want me.

Mayhem: No one is going to forget about those two after the words they exchanged leading up to this match, in addition to the hotness its also about the number 1 contender for the avarice title! But it looks like Stan is ready for the intro’s so we will get back to the card as time allows.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen our first match is set for one fall, up first he calls Dallas, Texas home…

Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hits hard on the arena sound system as Jason Ecks appears on the stage. He looks at the camera and starts counting off with his fingers…1…2…3 sprints towards the ring as the pyro goes off on the ramp almost as if he is racing it. He launches himself at the last second and baseball slides under the bottom rope. He slides to the center of the ring and pops to his feet. He approaches the near corner and climbs to the second turn buckle and looks out over the crowd and up the ramp waiting for the start of the match.

Stan Hopeforth: Jaaasssson Ecccckkkkks! And his opponent hailing from Japan.

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.

Stan Hopeforth: “The Beast” Ishimaru Junichiro!!!!

Hopeforth exits the ring quickly as the ref goes through his prematch ritual.

Mayhem: Classic David versus Goliath here in this one.

Trinks: I’m bored….wonder if there is any cotton candy….

Mayhem: And with that and the ref calling for the bell lets go to the ring…

Both men approach the center of the ring, Ecks has to look up at Ishi to look him in the eyes and visibly swallows the saliva that has formed. Junichiro smiles and pats him on the cheek trying to get in the head of Jason and it works. Ecks unloads kicks to the outer thigh causing Junichiro to back peddle a bit until he is backed up to the far side ropes and Jason just keeps bringing the pain with kick after kick trying to inflict as much damage to the knee area as possible. Junichiro grabs him by the throat and shoves him across the ring. Ecks kips up and charges covering the distance a little too quickly, showing his inexperience running into a savate kick from Junichiro! Ishi backs into the ropes and runs toward Ecks leaping into the air hitting his twisting elbow drop to the chest of Jason. He covers him for the first pinfall attempt.

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2!

Kickout by Ecks!

Mayhem:A little offense from the new comer but all Ishi after that.

Trinks: If you call a few kicks to the knee offense.

Junichiro drags Ecks back to his feet and whips him to the far ropes. Jason rebounds and gets taken down hard with a running lariat! He drags Jason back to his feet and puts him into position for a suplex. As he allows Ecks to float over, Jason counters with a backstabber! Both men are down from the impact and the ref checks on both. Ecks gets back to one knee and looks over at Junichiro shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Jason goes to the outside and waits, he is rewarded when Junichiro get to his knees. Jason using the top rope hits a springboard drop kick! The impact knocks Ishi flat! He however doesn’t go for the cover but drags Junichiro into a seated position. Jason hits the ropes and nails Junichiro in the face with Asessment(shining wizard)! Ecks goes for the cover!

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2!

Kickout by Junichiro!

Mayhem: How’s that for offense Trinks!?

Trinks: Oh did I miss something?

Ecks slaps the mat in frustration and gets quickly back to his feet. He circles around as Ishi is getting back to a kneeling position and goes for ANESTHESIA(buzzsaw kick)! Junichiro ducks underneath it but waits for Ecks to finish his rotation and grabs him hitting a seated t-bone suplex! A holy shit!! Chant breaks out in the crowd from the display of pure power from Ishi. He hops back to his feet and drags him to the corner. Ishi climbs to the middle turnbuckle with Ecks in a three-quarter face lock and leaps off the turn buckle…Diamond Dust! Junichiro goes for the cover; 1!....2!...thr…kickout by Ecks! A collective gasp escapes the crowd, no one including Ishi expected him to kick out of that. Junichiro a long time ring veteran is not frustrated at all with the two count. He gets back to his feet and puts Ecks into a suplex position again and this time hits his move he calls Banzai(vertical suplex stunner)! He drags Ecks back to his feet again, this time scooping him up and placing the head of Jason between his legs.

Mayhem: Oh this is over right here he is going for The Kamikazi!

Trinks: Cradle piledriver coming up

Jason kicks his legs like crazy forcing Junichiro over backwards! Jason steps out of it but maintains his hold on Ishi’s head and delivers a reverse DDT! He does not go for the cover, instead he waits as Junichiro staggers back to his feet and hits the ropes. After he rebounds off the ropes he goes into a hand spring and clocks Junichiro with a jumping round house kick that he calls “Test Results”! Ishi is down and out on the mat in the center of the ring! He goes to the ring ropes, he uses the top rope to launch himself up on top landing in a sitting position and hits a split legged moonsault onto the chest of Ishi!

Mayhem: Here is the cover by the rookie!

Trinks: Kick out at 2 and a half!

The rookie drags Ishi back to his feet and begins working on the knees of the big man again with kicks to the outside of the knees. He tries to follow it up with a jumping spin kick but Junichiro catches his foot and yanks him out of mid air! The impact from the counter left Jason groggy as he staggers back to his feet he gets a boot to the gut from Ishi that doubles him over and he gets planted with a snap brainbuster! He drags Ecks back to his feet and scoops him up into position and plants him with The Kamikaze! Junichiro shoots the half as the ref slides into position!

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The ref calls for the bell and raises Junichiro’s hand in victory!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner… ISHIMARUUUUUU JUNICHIRRRRRO!

After the cameras fade off from the ring, the feed from the arena screen is set to the man who leans against one of the walls in the hallway of the arena, the hood up but a familiar voice coming from the hidden figure.

Andreas: It seems as though not a lot of people were sold on the performance I put up last week.

The voice being that of the still-fresh rookie Andreas DeCosta, giving a sideways glance toward the camera, an unsatisfied look on his face as he stares into the lens for just a moment.

Andreas: There are people are there who felt that I shouldn’t have won last week, that I got lucky. Whatever their reasoning is.

He shrugs as he leans against, appearing to be focused on something else rather than addressing the crowd. His eyes held a fire in them, a type of anger that started last week.. as soon as Nate Webb opened his mouth, as soon as everyone said that Andreas should have lost.

Andreas: For all those people who think I lost… too damn bad. It was my arm being raised at the end of the match and whether you win by a landslide or by this much… a win is a win. Guess what? I got the W and he didn’t.

Speaking with a chip on his shoulder, Andreas looked toward the camera again.

Andreas: But hey, it’s my own fault for leaving doubt in everyone’s minds. It’s my own fault for even giving him the opportunity to win. This week, I’m going to put that doubt to rest.

The signature smile of his is absent from his face, the determination evident as that stare of his never changes.

Andreas: After this match, people won’t be questioning if I should have won or not.. people are going to be questioning whether Nate Webb will ever fight in Revival again. Make sure you get a good look of that belt before you step into the ring with me Nate because the next time you see it, it’ll be wrapped around my waist. Time to step up little man, and leave the sister at home.

Andreas gives that grin at the end with a wink before heading down the hallway, the camera on him until he disappears and it goes back to the ring.

[Mercedes Monroe]

Mayhem: And we are back at ringside, this next match is gonna be a good one Trinks!

Trinks: Hottie versus hottie!

Mayhem: It looks like Stan is ready to go so lets go to the ring.

In the center of the ring Stan Hopeforth raises the mic up and begins.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match will determine the number one contender for the Avarice Title! First, 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 a white male muscle shirt that is knotted under her bust so it shows off her abs. She wears D&G dark shades on her eyes. With a baseball slide, she slips up under the ropes and gets to her feet as “TRIC!” is screamed. Before the match, she sheds her dangerously spiked belt to her corner.

Stan Hopeforth: Holli Would! And her opponent from Dallas, Texas…

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

Stan Hopeforth: Nikki Blade!

Stan Hopeforth exits the ring as the referee goes over the pre-match instructions, with that complete he calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The ladies waste no time and go right to the center of the ring and lock up. Nikki strikes first burying her knee into the abdomen of Holli doubling her over in pain. She delivers a knee lift to the skull of Would. The impact straightens her back up and Blade hits a falling neck breaker! Working quickly Nikki drags Holli back to her feet and whips her to the far side ropes. Holli rebounds off the ropes and Blade lands the Thez press! He reaches back and hooks the legs of Holli Would for the first pin attempt of the contest. The ref slides in for a count;

1!
Kickout by Holli Would!

Mayhem: And straight out of the gates Nikki Blade has drawn first blood so to speak!

Trinks: Oh is Holli bleeding? I should go help her.

Mayhem: You might as well because you’re not helping me!

Nikki drags Holli back to her feet. She shoots her to the corner and tries to follow her in but Holli ducks the clothesline attempt! Holli works quickly and monkey flips her out of the corner! The fans come alive as Holli straddles her and starts bringing the pain with stiff right hands to the jaw of Nikki! She drags Blade back to her feet and whips her across the ring. Nikki rebounds off the ropes and gets put down hard with a vicious lariat from Holli Would! Holli drags Nikki back to her feet and puts her face first in the mat with a snap mare driver! Holli goes to the corner and waits, Nikki gets back to her feet rather unsteadily and Holli is there with a step up Enziguri! The impact sends Blade to the canvass hard and not moving. She drags Nikki closer to the corner and grabs the top rope. She goes up and flips off with a split legged moonsault but Balde gets her knees up and Holli crashes hard! Nikki drags Holli back to her feet and props her up in the corner, she takes Would over with a handspring into a headscissor take down! Nikki reaches down to get Holli by the hair, inside cradle by Holli Would!

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2!
Kickout by Blade!

Mayhem: So close to this match being over!

Trinks: Holli is smart, she almost had her right there!

Both women are quickly back to their feet, no wrestling holds this time as they start laying in the right hands rocking each other. They both back up and run at each other…double clothesline! Both women are down and the ref begins his mandatory 10 count.

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4. Holli begins to stir.
5. Nikki begins to stir.
6. Both women are back to their feet!

Nikki is up against the ring ropes as Holli moves in for the kill, out of nowhere…CHICK KICK! The impact levels Holli! She quickly covers Would! 1! 2! Kickout by Holli! Blade drags Would back to her feet and snap mares her over. Nikki uloads with a kick to the back! The slap of leather against flesh echoes throughout the arena and a gasp escapes the crowd at the impact. Holli rolls around in pain as Nikki smiles at her handy work. She roughly drags Holli to her feet and applies a front face lock. She holds her right hand in the air and plants Holli with a vile DDT! She hooks the inside leg as the ref applies the count.

One!

Two!

Thre – kickout by Holli!

Mayhem: Another near fall!

Trinks: Come on Holli baby!

Nikki drags Would back to her feet again and hooks in a side headlock. She is going for her finisher The Blade Cutter(Stratusfaction) but Holli counters launching her over the top rope! Blade crashes hard on the concrete below and is not moving as the ref begins his count. Holli lets him get to three before she interrupts the count and goes out after her. She drags Blade back to her feet and walks her to the ring apron. She drives Nikki’s head into the ring apron with authority! She tries to do it again but Nikki counters with an elbow to the gut and drives Holli’s head into the ring apron! Nikki rolls Holli into the ring and follows her in. Nikki drags Holli back up and puts her in position for a power bomb, she lifts her in the air but Holli counters again this time with a Hurricanranna! The crowd is on their feet again as Holli drags her closer to the corner and goes to the top. She leaps off with UNTAMED YOUTH(Shooting Star knee drop)! The impact causes her to roll away but she quickly recovers and makes the pin.

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Two!

Three!

The ref calls for the bell raising Holli Would’s hand in victory as Oteps “T.R.I.C” plays.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner and new number 1 contender for the Avarice Title Holllllllllllllli Woulllllllllllllllllllllllllllld!

The camera comes on in the backstage area. Jessica King is standing in front of the Revival Wrestling banner, and looks as nervous as can be. Wrath is standing next to her, with the title slung over his shoulder and smug look on his face.

Jessica King: We are here with Wrath, who is getting ready to make a title defense against Mac Bane in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match here tonight! Wrath, are you at all worried that the fans have brought something too extreme here tonight?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Well, define too extreme. Is it gonna be too extreme for the carpet strips? Is it going to be too extreme if someone brought some more kenzans? Is it too extreme if I decide to bring out the bean bag gun and start popping off non lethal rounds in the building?

Jessica King: Uhh, yeah. What do you want me to say, you psycho? That that shit is normal?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Hey, you asked the question sweet cheeks.

Jessica King seems a little annoyed, but presses on.

Jessica King: You and Mac Bane have had a lot of strong words for each other? Do you think that Mac Bane is going to give you a good fight in the match.

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Well, I don’t exactly expect him to just fall asleep and let me pin him. But is he anything that I can’t handle? Not a chance. What do you want me to say. You want me to go on some big bad Hulk Hogan tirade? Not gonna happen. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you this match is going to be cake. We’re gonna bleed. We’re gonna hurt. We’re both probably going to spend quite a bit of time with the doctor. But I’ll die before I hand this title over.

Jessica King: Many people think Mac Bane has the advantage on you. A lot of the Revival faithful we polled before the show had their money on Bane to come back and take the title from you this time. What do you have to say to that?

John "Wrath" Ojeda: People can talk all they want. They think they know what’s going on. The marks think that Bane is going to be the one that does damage to me and changes who the best is around here. You guys are out of your mind. I didn’t get to the top of the pile by playing by the rules, dipshits. I got here because I’m willing to do the things other people aren’t willing to do. I’m the one that won this belt, and I’m going to protect it. And if Mac Bane or any of the people think they’re going to get it by me, they’re wrong. Because I always have an ace up my sleeve.

Jessica King goes to say something else but Wrath smacks the microphone out of her hand and storms off, leaving the cameras to go back ringside.

Mayhem: And we are back, up next we have a title to be decided don’t we?

Trinks: The Avarice Title Baby!

Mayhem: Don’t ever call me that!

Trinks: Call you what…Avarice?

Mayhem: Stan, please save me….

Stan Hopeforth is in the ring and smiles as he raises the mic to begin the introductions.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is to crown a new Avarice Champion.

The crowd is on their feet.

Stan Hopeforth:From New Orleans, Lousiana, “The Cold Spider” Naaaathhhhaaan Weeebbbb!

"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:And his opponent making his way to the ring…

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: From Hill View, Bermuda…he is “The Caribbean Dream”! Aaaaannndreeeaaas DeeeeeCoooostaaaa!

The fans explode at the arrival of one of their favorites and Hopeforth exits the ring to take his place at ringside. The ref goes through the normal pre match ritual of instructions and checking for weapons and then calls for the bell to begin the match. There has been no malice between these two and not much said during the week, collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Webb scores first with a stiff knee to the mid-section followed by a clinch. He tries to drive knee strikes home but DeCosta is able to block them with his own knees. He retaliates by getting under Nate and throws him straight up into the air and walks out from under it allowing Webb to land face first on the mat! He steps out onto the ring apron and using the top rope for leverage launches himself into the ring with a springboard elbow drop to the chest of Webb! Andreas goes for the first pin attempt of the match!

Mayhem: DeCosta off to another strong start with the Avarice Title on the line!

Trinks: kickout at two!

Andreas drags Webb back to his feet and shoots him to the corner with an Irish Whip! Webb hits hard and staggers out of the corner. He meets the charging DeCosta with an arm drag that launches Andreas into the corner turnbuckle padding! He hits with authority and lands on his shoulder and neck awkwardly! The crowd ooohhhs from the impact but Webb is quickly on the attack as he drags the young man back to his feet and ties him in the tree of woe! Webb starts choking DeCosta with the heel of his boot as the crowd boos him for the tactic. He runs to the opposite corner and charges at the helpless DeCosta and goes airborn for the hesitation drop kick but Andreas pulls himself up as Nate goes flying past hitting his knee on the corner post! He writhes on the mat in pain as Andreas collects himself on the top turnbuckle pad and waits. Webb rolls to his feet and Andreas leaps off with a missile dropkick that knocks Webb across the ring! The impact has hurt both men as is evident from them still being on the mat. DeCosta rolls over and is back on his feet and drags Webb to the center of the ring. He looks to slap on The Bermuda Triangle but Webb quickly blocks it with a stiff elbow to the temple of DeCosta! Both men are quickly back to their feet and circle each other.

Mayhem: Andreas DeCosta was trying to end this one quickly.

Trinks: I would too if I had Holli waiting on me back stage.

Mayhem: That would never happen and don’t you think that she might be preparing for her match instead of waiting around for some guy? Even if he is devastatingly good looking?

Back in the ring the two men have locked up in the center of the ring again. Again, Nate doubles DeCosta over with a knee strike to the ribs and follows it up with a jumping arm bar! DeCosta yells in pain as Webb converts it to a fujiwa armbar! The ref asks Andreas if he wants to give it up but he yells no emphatically as Webb cranks back adding more pressure! DeCosta is able to get his opposite shoulder underneath him to release most of the pressure. Nate drags him back to his feet, but Andreas strikes quickly with a series of right hands that rock Webb. Nate partially stunned releases DeCosta’s arm and Andreas spits in his right hand and sends Webb to the mat with a hard right hand! He reaches down to drag Webb back to his feet by his hair but “The Cold Spider” suckers him in and rolls him up with a small package pin attempt. The ref slides in to make the count!

1!
2! Kickout by DeCosta!

Mayhem: Webb almost stole one there!

Trinks: Just like DeCosta stole Bane’s girl.

DeCosta is up first and drags Webb to his feet. He grabs his wrist and tries to whip him across to the far side ropes but Webb reverses it and sends him in instead. Andreas rebounds off the ropes and sees Webb duck his head and tries to kick him in the chest but Nate quickly moves out of the way and clotheslines DeCosta down to the mat hard! He starts laying the boots to DeCosta until he is forced to rolls out of the ring. Rose is moving away from DeCosta before the ref even issues a warning to her. Nate follows him out of the ring and attacks him from behind with a clubbing blow to the back driving him into the security railing. The crowd is on their feet really rallying behind Andreas as he fights back with elbows to the ribs of Webb. He bounces the head of Webb off the security railing and then throws him back into the ring. DeCosta follows him in and Webb is back to his feet quickly and swings wildly at Andreas who blocks it…VIEW FROM THE BOTTOM!!!! Andreas goes up top quickly and measures his opponent. He leaps off with THE CARIBBEAN CUTDOWN!!! He shoots the half as the ref slides into position….

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The ref calls for the bell and the Avarice title as Stan Hopeforth makes the announcement.

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner and NEW Avarice Champion Annnnndreeeaaaas DeeeeeCooooostaaaaa!!!

The fans get on their feet as the new champion is crowned and Stronger by Kanye West begins to play.

Revival cameras suddenly cut and reveal a loud commotion in the back. The red and yellow colors are all too familiar which makes everyone in Revival pop. The big outline of the back of a man comes to view. He has on a pair of dark aviator shades, and a black 'Aime 4 Abusement Park' tee with the sleeves cut off. It is none other than the REAL Show himself, Trey Jordan. As he swaggers down the corridor he nearly jumps out of his skin as someone comes up next to him.

Trey Jordan: WHAT IN THE WORLD!?!?

Jordan is now in a 'ready to rumble' pose with both fist forward, but suddenly he shines his trademark wide smile and stands back up, rolling both shoulder rather arrogantly as he quickly rips his shades off.

Trey Jordan: Yo, you made the REAL one jump a bit there Sydnerella.

On that note the crowd gets loud as Sydney comes into the frame with a look that is unimpressed, and rather vexed he is there.

Sydney LaRoux: Well if it ain’t The Real One. I see Revival has hit an all time low if they are letting you come back. Don’t tell me your tired of knocking back drinks and collecting hoes? Wow. Real Show wants a “Real” job.

Sydney does the quotes with her fingers and then crosses her arms over her chest. Trey J stares at Syd. He then folds his arms and rubs a hand over his dark goatee.

Trey Jordan: Well since your lover boy toy isn’t here to R-E-V-I-V-E the Crowd, the REEEEEEEAAAAAAAALLLALALALALALA one has to!! It’s nice to see that you have taken a notice to the Show being back!

Sydney looks at him and her jaw tightens as she takes a step towards him in response to his words.

Sydney LaRoux: You and I have had our history and I still owe you an asswhipping from before for many things you did. But for now, I’m just going to warn you and do so once: Don’t talk about Myke.

Trey Jordan: It’s cute he needs a SOFTY BITCH to defend him and can’t face the REAL ONE man to man!! STUPOR MAN needs to come out of retirement so i can beat his rainbow haired ass from post to post, coast to coast, Momma!

Sydney goes to say something but Trey holds a hand up, palm first in her face to stop her from saying anything more.

Trey Jordan: EEEERRRT. Whoa ‘dere. The REAL talent perceives yo ass but you need to step SQUIRRELFRIEND..

Trey winks and smirks ear to ear, closer to the lens now.

Trey Jordan: Or yo ass is headed on a one way ride into Abusement Park whether you like it o' nah. You trash bag Skankity-Skunk against the REAL one. It'll happen...

Jordan steps back and tilts his head at Syd.

Trey Jordan: Ya see the REAL Show just got REAL Contracted to Revival... So he's nah worried about how any of the softy bitches around Revival feel about the things he says... the things he does. Or the pop tarts he roast... So go on ahead Syderbelle, strap up yo biggest pair of big girl britches, and head on down to the pearly gates...

Trey leans in and raises his left brow a bit...

Trey Jordan: Cause yo ass just might be riding every daaaaaaaayumn ride... Til closin time!

And on that the REAL Show shields the camera lens with his hand and it fades to black.

[Mercedes Monroe]

Switching lens its a shot down the long Revival hallway that picks up the pink haired Holli Would moving towards Andreas DeCosta. She knocks on the cracked door and he opens it from the other side. She remains at the door and doesn’t go in.

Andreas: Are you here to congratulate me, Fireball?

Holli laughs a little at the nickname he has given to her. It seems like everyone has a cute name for her now days. She looks at the Title in which he is holding over his shoulder.

Holli: Well, No, but Congratulations. You had a great match out there and something about Nate Webb getting his ass kicked, pleases me.

Andreas laughs and leaned against the doorway with a bit of a smile, shifting the belt over his mocha skinned shoulder.

Andreas: Then what’s up?

Holli: Well, I am here to share with you the possibility that I will be facing you for that title.

She smiles gently at him.

Holli: I do believe I won the contendership and that means you and I will have to go against each other.

Andreas: Funny how things work out like that. A challenge that was unexpected but one that I will welcome.

Holli: I won’t keep you from celebrating with the little one but don’t get too familiar with that title..

She smiles softly and eases back from the door.

Andreas shakes his head with a smile as he looks toward Holli.

Andreas: If anything, she would love for you to be apart of the celebration. Maybe even bring your brother if you wanted?

Holli froze up a little and looked down for a moment but forced a smile.

Holli: I’ll think about it. I will let you know.

Andreas watched her as she draw back and started down the hallway. He watched her as she left and then he went back in and closed the door before the camera fades out to black.

Mayhem: Things look like it might get weird with the two of them going head to head for the title in the near future.

Trinks: She needs to drop the zero and get with a hero.

Mayhem: I think Holli can handle herself.

Trinks: I wish I could handle her! UPS baby. FRA-GILAY! This end up sha-wing!

Mayhem: Over to you Stan Hopeforth..

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first..... Claude Robinchaux.

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

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

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 her opponent.

DING!

The match kicks off with Claude and Ashley tying up in the center of the ring. Claude overpowers Ashley and gets the go behind. Claude plants Ashley belly first into the mat and shoots over for a head lock. Ashley fights to her feet and shoots Claude into the ropes. Ashley goes for a dropkick, but Claude hangs onto the ropes, and Ashley crashes and burns in the center of the ring. Claude goes over and picks up Ashley, nailing her with a European uppercut that staggers her back into the corner. Claude backs up to the other corner and comes charging in at Ashley, Ashley puts a boot up and Claude bounces backwards off it. Claude tries again and catches another boot in the mush. Claude turns around, and Ashley hops up onto the middle turnbuckle, and then dives off, nailing Claude with a big bulldog that makes the crowd pop!

Mayhem: Trinks! Can you believe it, Claude is working injured.

Trinks: I know he is, but he still looks really good Mags. But so does Ashley.

Mayhem: Wicked counter maneuver by Laroux!

Trinks: Would someone turn down the lights! They’re making me sweat and all the product is coming out of my gorgeous hair!

Ashley gets up quickly and stands next to Claude. Claude gets to his knees, and Ashley turns nailing a double palm strike, kamehameha, dropping Claude back to the mat. The crowd cheers loudly, and Ashley hits the middle rope and springboards off backwards, hitting a corkscrew splash onto Claude. She gets up, just as Claude is using the ropes to get to his feet. Ashley comes charging and nails Claude with a dropkick that sends him down to the ring apron and then out of the ring. Ashley is up quickly again and shoots off the ropes and charges in; diving over the top rope with a tope con hilo on the quickly rising Claude. The crowd goes crazy as Ashley pops back to her feet and showboats for the crowd.

Mayhem: Ashley Laroux has taken over here. I think the injury has taken its toll on Claude.

Trinks: Mags, you may be right there. Ashley is going acrobat on him, and he’s not doing much to stop it.

Mayhem: I think he might! WOAH! Tope Con Hilo! What a flipping suicide dive that was!

Trinks: The fans just loved that Mags! Just like they love my hair and my Tex-Arkana Television title!

Mayhem: What are you talking about you blubbering idiot?!

Ashley picks up Claude and rolls him back into the ring. Ashley climbs to the top rope and taunts to the crowd that she’s going to finish Claude. Ashley flies off, going for a double stomp but Claude rolls out of the way. Ashley rolls back to her feet and heads back towards Claude who is charging. Claude levels Ashley with a lariat that sends the girl spinning through the air. Ashley gets up disoriented and backs up, allowing Claude to hook her for a tiger suplex. Claude goes for the tiger suplex and attempts to pin Ashley at the same time

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Mayhem: Ashley is going to end this right here! She wants it early!

Trinks: She missed! She missed!

Mayhem: She was destroyed by that lariat! Claude showed no mercy there.

Trinks: She kicked out of the tiger suplex! Ashley has some fight in her!

Claude picks up Ashley and whips her into the corner. Ashley hits the turnbuckle chest first and bounces off hard. Ashley backs up into Claude who attempts a quick release german suplex. Ashley lands on her feet and backs up into the ropes; coming back in and nailing Claude with a dropkick to his bad knee. Claude drops to the mat and then rolls back to his feet, grabbing the ropes for support. Ashley comes in and levels off a few chops that push Claude into the corner. Ashley tries for another chop and Claude spins her into the corner. Claude goes to work nailing Ashley with chops and elbows that drive Ashley down into the bottom turnbuckle. Claude shoots off the opposite rope and comes in, nailing Ashley with a boot scrape. He rolls her over and goes for the pin!

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KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Ashley seems like she’s got some life in her, but Claude is taking over!

Trinks: She reversed! She took his knee out! He’s favoring it .

Mayhem: But Robichaux is right back in it.

Trinks: She kicked out! My god she kicked out!

Claude picks Ashley up and hooks her for a vertical suplex. Ashley rolls out the back of the suplex and lays a kick into Claude’s knee. Claude hops and turns around, only to have Ashley rifle off a series of kicks with alternating legs on his knees. Claude buckles, clutching at the knee and groaning in pain. Ashley grabs Claude’s hands and then starts to roll him into a ball, fast down on the mat, in the Nibleena lock. Ashley climbs to the top rope, leaving Claude in a very awkward arms hanging out under his butt, face down ball. Ashley signals to the crowd and dives off with a flying double stomp. Ashley lands square on Claude’s back, causing him to stretch and bend in ways the body was never meant too. Ashley lands hard on her butt on the follow through, but quickly rolls Claude over and goes for the pin.

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Stan Hopeforth: Winner of the match and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP…. AAAASSSHLLLEEEYYYY LAAAROOOUXXX!

Mayhem: Oh my god, I can’t believe I just saw that! She broke Claude Robichaux in two!

Trinks: Did Ashley go to Mexico recently?! That was some lucha libre pretzel knot hold she put him in!

Mayhem: But the double stomp Richie! That was the stiffest one I’ve ever seen from her!

Trinks: You can’t play when you want to be the Heavyweight Champion around here. Especially when Wrath is the Heavyweight champion; and Mac Bane could be the other guy that might have it when she gets her shot!

Mayhem: You make a fantastic point Richie!

As the camera cuts back stage we see Mac Bane sitting in a typical metal folding chair, he is working on his tape wrapping his wrists and then his fingers. He has a bag of no telling what to his left and his sledge hammer on the floor to his right. Jessica King enters the frame with microphone in hand and stands there for a moment as Bane continues his pre match ritual. He sees her as if for the first time and his eyes narrow.

Jessica King: We are back stage with Mac Bane who is getting ready for possibly the match of his career against our World Champion John “Wrath” Ojeda. Mac are you worried about what Ojeda had to say earlier about having an ace up his sleeve?

Bane smirks and pauses for a moment.

Mac Bane: Nope.

Bane stands there waiting for her next question and notices that she looks puzzled by his answer.

Mac Bane: I’m assuming by your expression you were expecting more? Would you like for me to expand upon the subject at hand, the whys in explanation to my one word answer?

Jessica nods her head uncertainly.

Mac Bane: Nope.

Now frustrated Jessica paces back and forth.

Jessica King: we can’t use that Texas Redneck dribble for anything, give me something to work with here.

Now amused at her frustration Bane rocks back on his heels barely able to contain his laughter. He takes the microphone from her hand and walks directly to the camera man.

Mac Bane: You want something you can use? Here is something you can use! Ojeda I’m not coming to take your title boy I’m coming to take your life! The hatred that I feel for the man isn’t even measurable, the way he makes this company and the World title look like a joke is unacceptable to me! I will end you Ojeda!

Startled Jessica King reluctantly takes the mic back when its offered to her and as she is quickly making her way out of his locker room throws it back to ringside.

Jessica King: Back to you Maggs…

Mayhem: And we are going right into the main event...Stan.

Stan Hopeforth: The MAIN EVENT… A FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH…. Introducing first…MAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCC BAAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEEE.

The opening riff of "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera begins to play as Mac Bane walks out onto the stage. here 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.

Mayhem: Here comes Mac Bane, and he looks like a man on a mission tonight!

Trinks: That he is Mags. He’s out for revenge tonight!

Mayhem: He’s certainly going to have his work cut out for him because here comes his opponent.

Stan Hopeforth: His opponent, Revival Heavyweight Champion…. JOHNNNNNNN OJEDDDDDDDAAAAAAA.

“Funeral Hymn” By Exodus begins to blast over the speakers as Wrath emerges from behind the curtain. The fans boo him as he walks to the ring, and then rolls in, handing his title to the ref as he does so. Wrath is all business and stares down Bane as he waits for the bell

Mayhem: Wrath certainly doesn’t look like he’s screwing around much either.

Trinks: No, Magpie, neither of these guys like each other at all. I’d even so much call it a dudevorce.

Mayhem: Did you really just say dudevorce on the air?

Trinks: What’s wrong with that?

Mayhem: Nothing… Let’s jsut call this…

DING!

The match kicks off with both men circling each other around a plunder filled ring. Both men circle a minute and then tie up. Wrath gets the upper hand quickly and pushes Bane back towards a board made of thumbtacks, legos, barbed wire, carpet strips, and light tubes spelling out Revival Wrestling and The Culling. Bane puts the breaks on and shoves Wrath back towards the other corner where there’s a very large barbed wire board with carpet strips all over it. Both men end up back in the center of the ring and break away from each other. Wrath starts to throw a series of punches that Bane blocks away. Bane returns with his own volley of punches that is blocked away. Both men stand in the center of the ring staring at each other angrily and turn, each heading for a different weapon . Wrath grabs a thumbtack bat and Bane grabs a bundle of light tubes. Both return to the center and square off. Bane swings the tubes, but Wrath ducks them. Wrath swings the thumbtack bat, but Bane steps out of rang. Bane swings the tubes at Wrath’s feet but he jumps over. Bane swings at Wrath’s head and he ducks under it, nailing Bane in the gut with the thumbtack waffle bat. Wrath steps up and turns, nailing Bane in the head with the thumbtack bat. Bane turns and swings the light tube bundle breaking it over the back of Wrath’s head. Bane has thumbtacks in his stomach and head; and Wrath has a cut in the back of his head already pouring blood.

Trinks: We knew these two were going to go all out, but man are our fans sick! Do I see fishing hooks out there?!

Mayhem: Oh my god, I think you’re right.

Trinks: Oh, that didn’t take long. They’ve got weapons!

Mayhem: And they just used them. There’s broken glass and thumbtacks flying everywhere! No one said these guys were playing with each other.

Bane charges Wrath and nails him with a shoulder block that sends him backwards into the barbed wire board. Wrath growls and Bane rips him out of it and whips him towards the opposite corner with the board of doom in it. Wrath puts the breaks on and goes to back body drop Bane as he comes in. Bane reverses and lands on the opposite side of the ropes on the ring apron on his feet. Bane grabs a Rock Band guitar off the ring apron as he runs down it. Bane jumps up on the middle turnbuckle and springs back into the ring, bringing the rock band guitar down over Wrath’s head; exploding it to a thousand little pieces. Wrath hits the mat, bleeding from his head.

Mayhem: He’s in the barbed wire! That certainly doesn’t feel good.

Trinks: It looks like these two are starting right where they left off?

Mayhem: You mean beating the hell out of each other?

Trinks: Shades of El Kabong!

Mayhem: I think he just activated star power Richie!

Bane takes a moment while Wrath is down to pick some of the tacks out of his stomach, giving Wrath a bit of time to recover. Wrath gets up and grabs a bag off the ring apron and reaches into it. Bane finishes picking the tacks out of his stomach just in time to get hit with a boot to the balls by Wrath. Wrath laughs as Bane drops and then goes into the mount position. Wrath opens the bag and pulls out a handful of syringes. Wrath starts to stab the syringes through parts of Bane’s cheek, and then Bane starts to fight back. Wrath nails him with a right hand, and then returns to stabbing away with the handful of needles; leaving them criss crossed through Bane’s cheeks. Wrath gets up, and when Bane starts to get up, Wrath unloads two left right combos that send the needles flying everywhere; and Bane dropping to the mat. Wrath dives over him for a cover.

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Mayhem: What the hell is Wrath getting out of that bag?!

Trinks: OH MY GOD! THEY’RE NEEDLES! What the fuck is this… a horror movie?!

Mayhem: He’s stabbing him in the face with them! Ughh! This is gruesome!

Trinks: Knock out punches with needles in his face! What the fuck is going on here?!

Mayhem: We have some sick fans Richie! Some twisted people came here tonight for this!

Trinks: You got that right.

Wrath turns and walks over to the corner, picking up a bird cage and setting it in the center of the ring. Wrath walks over to Bane and picks him up off the mat. Wrath scoops Bane up and stuffs him for a power bomb. Wrath gets him into the air and positions him over the bird cage, but Bane fights back. Bane nails Wrath with a bunch of punches and then springs back on his feet . Wrath comes in and catches a kick to the gut. Bane scoops him up and nails him with an emerald fusion through the bird cage. The metal crumbles underneath and Bane then goes for the cover.

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Mayhem: Trinks, what the hell is a bird cage doing in the ring!

Trinks: You don’t want to know Magpie! I talked to the fan in the parking lot that brought that thing! He said his wife’s bird died in the thing last week!

Mayhem: That is disgusting. Did he at least clean it?

Trinks: It’s that guy, four rows in!

Mayhem: Ugh, I’m going to take that as a no!

Bane picks up Wrath and drags him over to the corner. Bane grabs a bundle of light tubes that’s shaped in a cross and places it over Wrath in the corner. Bane backs up to the other corner and comes charging in; nailing a dropkick and shattering the light tubes everywhere. Bane quickly gets up and whips Wrath to the opposite corner towards the board of doom. Bane charges at Wrath and Wrath turns, catching him with a belly to belly suplex. Bane lands hard on the board of tacks, legos, strips, light tubes, and barbed wire; and breaks it in half, leaving him sandwiched in the wreckage and screaming in pain. Wrath rolls out of the ring, and walks towards the camera. He gets about ten feet from the camera and grins and then grimaces and starts to spray a stream of blood from his forehead all over the camera; to the joyous disgust of the fans around him.

Trinks: This is getting out of control Magpie! This may be the worst bloodbath in the history of Revival Wrestling.

Mayhem: You may be right Richie! That board was no joke. I saw that earlier and touched it and almost cried!

Trinks: Eww! His head is pissing blood! This is crazy!

Mayhem: That can’t be sanitary. And now we can’t see anything but blood in monitor three. Just lovely!

Bane works his way out of the wreckage as Wrath showboats his bleeding abilities to the fans. Bane grabs a wiffle bat loaded with fish hooks on the strings and walks over to the ropes. He swings it down at Wrath’s back; letting several of the little hooks sink into his back. Wrath howls and moves away, carrying the bat out of Bane’s hands and leaving it dangling from his back. Wrath grabs a bag from under the ring and tosses it into the ring; kenzans spilling out all over the canvas. Wrath goes to slide back into the ring and Bane grabs the bat and yanks up; tearing the bat away, and little hunks of Wrath’s t-shirt and back flesh. Wrath goes to get up Bane hooks him for a quick suplex that lands Wrath ass first on a kenzan; leaving the sharp metal object wedged in his ass cheek.

Mayhem: He’s got the fish hook bat!

Trinks: Oh my god, he’s got fish hooks all in his back!

Mayhem: He ripped them out! This is awful!

Trinks: And there’s the kenzans! OH! HAHAHA! That was hilarious… Wrath just got nailed in the ass!

Bane goes to pick Wrath up, but Wrath nails him with a European uppercut. Bane falls backwards onto his ass, and Wrath grabs a chair from the corner. Bane starts to get back up and gets nailed with the chair. Bane sits back down and Wrath picks up a couple of kenzans and places them on Bane’s head. Wrath swings and drives the kenzans in, leaving Bane shaking in the middle of the ring and wishing it had never happened. It’s about this time that some of the faces from the locker room start to come down to ring side to see the carnage unfold. Ashley Laroux, Myke Adams, Holli Would, and Andreas DeCosta all come down to the ring to see the action first hand.

Mayhem: Oh! They’re stuck in his skull again!

Trinks: This is getting down right ugly Mags. How they’re still standing is beyond me.

Mayhem: They are two of the sickest sons of bitches in this business. That’s for damn sure!

Trinks: Here comes the cavalry though. They’re probably out here to support Mac Bane! That’s really nice of them!

Wrath slides out of the ring and goes under the ring, and tosses two things into the ring. One is in a black bag, but can’t be seen. The other is very clear and the crowd gasps. Wrath slides in and picks up the weapon and pulls the ripcord; and a loud whirring noise begins to erupt from the weedwhacker. Wrath holds it high above head and revs the engine a couple of times as Bane starts to get up. Bane turns around and walks into a weed whacker in the chest! Bane hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Wrath revs the engine a few times and then tosses the thing to the side.

Mayhem: He’s got a weed whacker!

Trinks: Why?! Why?! Why would someone do something that terrible?!

Mayhem: This is just insane!

Trinks: I want to know what’s in the other bag!

Wrath gets up and starts to head for the other bag. He picks it up and opens up the box inside of it. Reaching in, he grabs the object and holds it up for the arena to see. Wrath holds the Sawz-all up and revs the engine; the saw blade going back and forth. At this point, the other faces in the arena step into the ring to stop him. Myke Adams tackles Wrath to the ground, while Andreas DeCosta pulls the Sawz-all from his hands. Ashley and Holli both go to help Bane up from his spot on the mat. Bane gets up and leans in the corners while the two girls look back at DeCosta and Adams struggling with Wrath; who doesn’t want to give up his weapon without a fight.

Mayhem: Finally! Some cooler heads prevailed! They’re breaking this shit up before someone dies!

Trinks: Those two really don’t like each other at all! This was a fight to the death.

Mayhem: They’re having a hard time getting that power tool away from him.

Trinks: They don’t want to get cut by it Magpie! And I wouldn’t either.

Bane smirks and walks up behind Ashley Laroux. With one swift motion, Bane scoops her up in a german suplex and dumps her over the top rope and crashing through the announce table. Holli turns just in time to be caught with a super kick that lays her flat. Bane picks up a very large radio controlled Hummer toy, and when DeCosta turns around, Bane nails him with it; leaving him laying in the ring. For good measure, Bane throws the heavy toy truck at DeCosta’s head. This turns Adams around, which allows Wrath to sneak up behind and hit Adams with the Viking Sledge. Adams hits the mat hard, but immediately tries to get back up. When he does, he walks into Bane, who hits him with the ATA! Wrath rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring for something.

Mayhem: What the hell is going on here?! What’s Bane doing?! GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Trinks: There goes our god damn table and my mai tai again! Bane’s lost it! What the hell is he doing?

Mayhem: Maybe he didn’t want anyone getting involved in his business.

Trinks: But it almost looks like… no…

Wrath rolls into the ring with a big duffle bag in his hands and a smug look of satisfaction on his face. Wrath takes the bag and hands it over to Bane. Bane smiles, unzips the duffle bag and digs in. He pulls out a big wad of cash and instantly, the crowd erupts in a sea of boos and bullshit chants. The shower of beers, sodas, and half eaten hot dog and pop corn begin to rain down on the two men. Both share a hand shake and hug. Wrath gets his title, and then grabs Mac’s hand and raises it in the air!

Mayhem: That dirty rotten bastard! Mac Bane sold out!

Trinks: All of that warfare and bloodshed, and they were playing us the whole time!

Mayhem: This is insane.

Trinks: He did it for the money! Mac Bane did it for the money! And the fans hate him for it!

Bane and Wrath stand in the ring, celebrating; holding up the duffle of money and the heavyweight title respectively. The crowd is going nuts; throwing things, as the screen fades to the Revival logo and then to black.