VIOLENCE: X [July 18, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

Cameras take us to the Politically Incorrect locker room. There is no sign of Drake, as L.J. is playing a game of chess by herself off to the side and Sullivan is pulling the left kick pad over the left wrestling boot.

L.J: ”Good luck tonight baby. You better bring it.”

Sullivan looks up from lacing his boots.

Sullivan Aimes: ”Oh no worries, I plan on it. That Legacy championship is leaving with us.”

Without notice the locker room door swings open much to the surprise of Sullivan and L.J. Theodore Drake pokes his head in the locker room with a lit cigarette held between his index and middle finger on his right hand.

Theodore Drake: ”Hey kid, you aren’t gonna be at ringside tonight? Air Force One is kind of lonely tonight.”

Sullivan Aimes: ”I’ll be out there in a bit. I’ve got a big red bullseye on my chest right now. I’ll be out soon though, did you need anything else?”

Theodore Drake: ”Yeah. Beat Sydney that is all. Good luck. I’m gonna go see what Revival women are trying to be made famous by one of my morning after tweets.”

Drake steps back and shuts the door.

Theodore Drake: ”Yo baby you ever been with a man on enzyte?!”

L.J. giggles at the sound of Drake yelling through the walls.

L.J: ”Sully, your relatives are freaking weird.”

L.J. goes back to her solo game of chess and Sullivan starts lacing his right wrestling boot as the cameras fade out and to...

A shot of the parking lot. The crowd ROARS with cheers as a deep green Mitsubishi Lancer Evo XI speeds in through the parking lot and pulls into a space. The door clicks open and leg steps out of the vehicle, before the camera pans up fully, showing Samuel Hessingstock in his loose ring pants, with a t-shirt above which reads '#TeamRevival' on the front. He smiles, as he grabs at his gym bag and heads through into the main arena. The scene fades out to...

A bass line begins over the PA system as the lights dim within the arena, the crowd all standing from their seats with a massive ovation. Drums kick in over the bass, with then a couple of guitar strums joining in. A small shred on the guitar begins before lyrics.

"Listen up, there's not a moment to spare, it's quite a drop from the top so how're you feeling down there?
It's quite a cold, cruel, harsh reality, caught stuck with your enemies."

"Enemies" by Shinedown continues to play over the system as videos of all Revival's talented roster continues to play over the tron screen. The camera cuts to the announce booth where Richie Trinks is wearing a bright pink suit with a dark black undershirt and a bright pink tie. He actually kinda looks like a huge bottle of Pepto Bismol! Everybody's favorite emo-chick, Maggie Mayhem, is dressed as usual, in her dark black punk garb with adorable little animal skulls--and this time, two bright pink bow in her hair, pig-tail style.

Trinks: Welcome to Revival Wrestling you crazy kids at home! This is it Maggie Mayhem, my main gal... This is the tenth episode!

Mayhem: We've come leaps and bounds Richie, and things just keep getting more exciting by the week! Tonight we have the special long show... But we've got some great contest!

Trinks: TeamKerry ends Tinkbell's reign of terror on Revival. The Windsor retains his title against Adams tonight...

Mayhem: Possibly, they get to duke it out in our Main Event though! Myke Adams gets a rematch from Ascension and a shot to dethrone Mr. Revival Kerry Windsor for the Revival World title tonight! But we also get Syd LaRoux defending her Legacy strap against the Aime 4 Less campaign! That should be a great one!

Trinks: And the Viper gets to slap around a Bomber, that British Bum has no chance against Aaron Blaize in a leather strap match!

Mayhem: He does so, that should be a vicious... Yet highly entertaining rematch from Ascension as well.

Trinks: We've also got a new title finding a home with an over top battle royal for the new Primetime title baby! That'll be wild times!

Mayhem: That it shall, plus people we've got St. Croix in action against Pryce. The Scorpion makes his huge return as he faces down a Loaded Gun in Jackson Ford tonight!

Trinks: Uh, please Ford. Don't make me regret pulling for you, but I can NEVER root for Hessingcock... EVER!

Mayhem: There's more action than that on the way as well. I mean fatal four way dance for a shot at championship gold down the line. I'm sure the four men in that one will be armed and ready for war!

Trinks: So why we still gasin?! Let's get on with the SHOW!

Mayhem: Well I'm getting buzzed, looks like we got some backstage footage to see!

The camera cuts to the parking lot where Revival Heavyweight Champion Kerry Windsor is seen just arriving and making his way towards the arena. The champ’s face is serious, the severity and importance of the night most likely weighing heavily on his mind. He has the world title slung over his left shoulder, while his right hand holds his cell phone up to his ear.

Kerry Windsor: Believe me, I know just how important tonight is.

He stops for a moment, listening carefully to whoever it is on the other end of the line.

Kerry Windsor: Oh believe me man, I’m working on making sure EVERY base is covered. Tonight is not the night to slip up and let them catch a fast one on us. If that happened it could spell doom for Revival as we know it.

He listens once again to what the person on the other end has to say, nodding his head in agreement to some statement that we don’t have the privilege to hear.

Kerry Windsor: I know they’ve got something up their sleeve, but whatever it is … I’ll be ready for it.

He stops all of a sudden, something off camera seems to have caught his attention. A devious smile slowly spreads across his face.

Kerry Windsor: Hey Valiant, I’ve got a few loose ends to tie up, so I’m gonna hit ya back later. They're gonna try and deliver that deathblow tonight , I feel it man. They're aiming right for the very heart of Revival … They don’t realize it yet though, but they just might end up losing their own in the process.

Kerry listens for a second, before removing the phone from his ear and ending the call. His attention still seems to be preoccupied by something in the distance. Instead of continuing his path towards the arena’s entrance, he veers off to the side, the camera swinging behind him to see that he’s headed towards … Riots RV? The scene slowly fades out.

Mayhem: The Champ seems to be really taking tonight's battle to heart...

Trinks: He's the Champion, and he's the very heart of REVIVAL. Did you expect anything less?

We are out in the parking lot as a Sedan pulls up, grabbing his bag from the passenger seat and stepping out is The British Bomber.

Bomber: Ah Chicago, it’s damn good to be here.

We see Jessica King running over mic in hand to get a word with Bomber.

Jessica King: Bomber, a quick word, tonight you go up against Aaron Blaize, what happens if your not successful?

Bomber looks at Jessica, before pausing for an answer.

Bomber: If I am not successful? This is the last chance for me, my one shot at winning, but I’m not looking at it that way Jessica, I compete here to win, I never ever think about losing.

Bomber puts his arm around Jessica.

Bomber: I’ll let you into a little secret, Aaron Blaize is going to suffer tonight, he is going go through a type of pain that nobody has ever dealt him before, in this strap match, there will be no running, nowhere to hide, Aaron Blaize will tonight feel every last ounce of my hatred for him.

Bomber smiles before patting Jessica on the head and walking away.

Trinks: A lot of people arriving late tonight... You'd think they'd be on time for such a big show...

Stan Hopeforth: And the following contest is an over the top battle royal for the new Revival Primetime championship. It involves many, but only ONE can claim the prize! Come on down!

Trinks: This should be chaotic enough, I mean isn't one entry and entire unit?!

Mayhem: The Interminable. Yes.

First out is just them, the Interminable. Dicey, Horny, Snoozy, Mopey, Mournful and Ditzy. All followed by Doc himself as they hit the ring and Doc waits outside. Next Alex Drake storms down, getting into the ring and looking around at the group before him with a bored glare. Next comes Modo Whoa! The skeleton masked warrior rushes to the ring and slides in, remaining on hands and knees as he glares around. The Drake heads down next, and slowly heads up the ring steps and enters.

Trinks: Well there's some of em...

Mayhem: Oh there's more.

Riku Kuninobu charges the ring next, playing to the crowd before he cartwheels to ringside and back flips to a stand at the apron. He ducks into the ring and readies himself to go. Fagan Ballentine slowly stalks down next, taking his sweet time and tagging a few hands. He rolls under the ropes just as Mike Sinclaire bolts from the back! Mike playing to the crowd as well, tagging each and every hand he can muster on his half jog for the ring. He joins everyone inside as the bell sounds.

DING! DING!

Trinks: This is gonna be wild, and not like Girls Gone. Just flat out insane!

Everyone seems to be eying things up, when suddenly Drake, and well Drake as in Alex and Theo start a mop scene for the large Interminable member known simply as Mopey. They get Fagan and Modo on their cause as the four attack him. Dicey and Ditzy trying to help only to be quickly ejected from the contest. Fagan clotheslines Dicey out of the ring, and Alex Drake dumps out Ditzy.

Trinks: That's two less, come on!

Mayhem: Look at Riku and Sinclaire over there!

Riku Kuninobu and Mike Sinclaire are putting on quite a show as they trade off wrist locks and front flips, and other wild reversals. They both suddenly draw some booing as they get mowed down from the side by Snoozy and Horny. Across the ring the group of four have all worked together to try and get the big man Mopey over the ropes! The ropes seem to bend under him as they dump the big man out, he cannot take on four people as Mopey is dropped from the contest!

Trinks: There goes the big man.

Mayhem: I don't blame them for wanting him gone! He had a huge, and I mean HUGE advantage here in this thing.

Sinclaire monkey flips Horny up and over the ropes, the crowd awes at the fall all the way to the floor. Doc gathering up Interminable as they look rather peeved, only Snoozy left to fight for their honor.

Trinks: The four are now fighting it out!

Drake and Drake are in a slugfest, but Alex shows his sharper ring skills. As Theo charges in for a wild shot, Alex drops to his back and tugs down the top rope... thus sending the Drake tumbling out of the ring and spilling over the floor. The Drake gets up super pissed too, he howls at the ring and taunts the remainder of the challenger for the Primetime belt! But he soon has to duck and move as Snoozy comes his way... being throw out with a double pancake like toss from Riku and Sinclaire!

Trinks: The Drake, no! He's out.

Mayhem: So is Interminable, all of them.

In the ring now, Fagan and Modo trade off some shots. Alex Drake low shots Riku with a diving shoulder to his knee. Mike Sinclaire comes in though as he and Alex get caught up with a small fight for power in a tie up. Alex knees lifts Sinclaire hard and sends him at the corner with an Irish whip... Sinclaire gets some cheers as he catches both feet on the second buckle and flips back at Alex with a twisting body attack. They fall over the mat...

Trinks: Whoa man has Fagan in that corner trying to get him over and out.

Mayhem: He's fighting though!

Riku Kuninobu is back up and he comes over and helps Modo, they force Fagan over the corner of the ring and spill em over the floor. Fagan gets to his knees and shakes his head disappointed. Whoa man then brings out some booing as he cheap shots Riku from the side with a low ass knee shot and snaps him over the top too by his waistline and neck. Riku hits the floor right before Fagan, who points at him and flat out laughs. The crowd even enjoying that one!

Trinks: Last laugh, a bit there!

Mayhem: Sorta, Riku did help Fagan get eliminated only to in turn be exited himself.

Sinclaire and Alex Drake battle near the ropes now as Modo scans them up, grabbing at his masked head in glee he charges over and looks to knock them both over and out. But they duck and Modo nearly tumbles out himself... He hangs on the ropes though and slides under and back in...

Trinks: Last three guys, one of em is getting that new belt baby!

Mike Sinclaire and Alex Drake are circling the ring, ready to go at it again when Modo slams into the back Alex and sends him tumbling to the mat. Whoa then turns and fires an elbow into Sinclaire... Mike calls out in agony but gets SUPLEXED over the top rope by Whoa man!

Trinks: HOLY SNIKEYS! A suplex out of the ring by Modo Whoa!

Mayhem: That was vicious!

Sinclaire lands hard all the way down over the floor and arches up his back in agony. Whoa holds a fist high as the crowd boos him, they cheer briefly as Drake is back up and slams into Whoa's back now, thus knocking him right out after Sinclaire! As Modo hits the floor and spins to a seat in anger he rips off his mask and shouts towards the ring... But Alex Drake already knows it's over!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And the NEW Revival PRIMETIME CHAMPION... ALLLLLLEX DRAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!

Trinks: Alex Drake won that very paced battle royal! So much going on, peeps weren't sure were they were being attacked from!

Alex Drake is handed his new Revival Primetime belt, he holds it high with a huge smirk over his face as the crowd boos and jeers him like crazy.

Trinks: I just couldn't believe how quickly bodies were flying around in there, or should I say outta there.

Mayhem: These over the tops can be pretty pacy, never know whose gonna be dumping who and when!

In an unknown area of the arena we see Theodore Drake walking the halls. He stops in front of a door at the site of Jessica King passing by.

Theodore Drake: ”What’s up lil’ mama?! You want to know what Viagra can do for ya, baby?”

Jessica rolls her eyes and laughs but continues walking past Theodore. Theodore raises his voice as Jessica gets further in the distance.

Theodore Drake: ”I’M SERIOUS BABY GIRL! IT’S WORTH A SHOT! YOU SHOULD TRY IT! IMMA GENIUS AND YOU’RE A GENIUS. IF WE HAD A BABY IT’D BE JIMMY FUCKIN’ NEUTRON!”

The door behind Drake swings open and Ethan Teller pops out and furious explodes on Theodore as he turns around.

Ethan Teller: ”Shut your fucking mouth old man! Jesus, all you do is run your mouth. Seriously, shut… the… fuck up!”

Ethan Teller slams the door shut and The Drake stands there with a blank stare.

Theodore Drake: ”Don’t you have a YMCA concert to attend?”

Drake sarcastically tip-toes away and the cameras cut back to ringside.

Trinks: The Drake is my hero. I hope when I'm 900, I can be as cool as he is...

Mayhem: You're crazy, Richie. The Drake happens to be crazier...

Trinks: I can outcrazy him, just give me a chance... Give me some bleach, I'll drink some right here...

Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm told we've got a bit of a commotion going on backstage...

The camera cuts from ringside to the backstage area where we find Nick Romeo and Jayden Powers in a massive brawl that has overtaken the entire catering area. Romeo and Powers are exchanging lefts and rights, both of them going at one another like someone just called the other's momma a ho!

Trinks Little Boy Blue there is really taking it to Papa Bear, ain't he?

Romeo has Powers by the the back of the neck and tosses him face first over a table that was covered in sandwiches. Powers uses the table to pull himself up, but Romeo takes a glass bottle and smacks it over his head! Romeo is really heaving, his face full of anger.

Mayhem: Wow, I really wanna know what set that brawl off...

Trinks: I don't know Magpie, but Jayden Powers sure got the worst end of that stick.

The camera pans in over an unconscious Jayden Powers, who's covered in food and broken glass as paramedics rush in to take care of him.

Mayhem: I'm getting word that tonight's scheduled contest pitting Powers against Nick Romeo will not be able to take place. For uh... obvious reasons.

Trinks: Pretty Boy there can really handle himself.

[REVIVAL]

We reopen in the unknown part of the arena where Theodore Drake had been seen mouthing off earlier in the night. After a couple of seconds, the mysterious door opens and out steps Revival Wrestling rookie Ethan Teller, pulling the door shut behind him before turning round and almost walking right into Tyler Knight, who happened to be passing at that precise moment. Jumping from the sudden appearance, Teller takes a step back and clearly goes on the defensive, clenching his fists in preparation, but Knight holds his hands up to calm him down.

Tyler Knight: "Woah bro! Why so jumpy?"

He just smirks at Ethan as he lowers his hands now just standing there staring through his icy cold eyes. After a couple seconds, Ethan's fists unclench and he seems to calm down a little.

Ethan Teller: "Sorry bro, thought you were someone else coming back to cause problems..."

Tyler Knight: “Take it that it was you who told Theodore Drake to shut the fuck up? Damn guy is nothing to worry about just a drug fueled moron.”

Chuckling a bit to himself Tyler holds his hand out.

Tyler Knight: “The names Tyler Knight by the way, good to finally meet you Mr Teller.”

Teller eyes Knight suspiciously for a couple of seconds before apprehensively taking the offered hand and shaking it. A smirk spreads across Knight's face as Teller speaks.

Ethan Teller: "The guy's a fucking whack job. Mother should have aborted his retarded ass instead. I was trying to prepare for my match and he's out here ranting about Viagra and shit..."

Knight can tell that Teller is still a bit defensive; either he knows what Tyler has done or doesn't know what he's capable of.

Tyler Knight: "Don't worry about the idiot, I'm sure the nursing home he escaped from will come collect him soon. Also, no need to worry about me bro! If I wanted to do anything I would have done it by now. I see promise in you that's all. You ever need anyone to watch your back I'm here dude..."

Now stepping towards Ethan, Knight pats him on the shoulder. Luckily, Teller knew he wasn't approaching in a threatening manner. Things could have got nasty real quick otherwise. Tyler steps back, a smirk still on his face.

Ethan Teller: "Yeah, well if he comes back here ranting and raving again, it's gonna be a coroner that comes to collect him rather than those men in white coats. And thanks bro...I may just take you up on that..."

Teller begins to nod, his defensiveness finally draining away as he realizes that Knight is genuinely offering the hand of friendship.

Tyler Knight: “Not many here I would walk up to and offer help, but I can see you and me maybe making a good team. As they say, never say never. The offer is always there if you need the help bro. Best get going dude, good luck with your match I'll be watching. Go and kick ass!”

Now holding his fist out Tyler stands there waiting for Teller to tap knuckles and show respect. A smile spreads across Teller's face as he raises his hand up and the pair bump fists before Tyler heads off on his way, leaving Ethan to carry on. As he does, the camera cuts back to ringside.

Mayhem: The beginning of a new partnership, Richie?

Trinks: It's scary to think anybody would willingly partner with Tyler Knight. Dude is psycho. Rape a dead monkey psycho. Kill in the name of his dead mother pyscho...

One of the doors from the parking lot open and Xaria Linette walks through it with the newest member of Anti-Establishment, Jackson Ford, right behind her. As the door closes behind them they laced their fingers together and smile at each other. There is a brand new pink diamond key necklace around her neck that goes along with her pink sleeveless short dress.

Xaria Linette: Tonight’s going to be a big night.

Jackson Ford: Yes, it is!

Jackson and Xaria stops in front of the A.B.A locker room

Jackson Ford: Why don’t you come over to my locker room?

Xaria Linette: The Anti-Establishment Locker room...?

She looks him in the eye and places her free hand on his face. Fingertips caress the skin ever-so gently.

Jackson Ford: Yes, We have our own wing. It is more private than this side.

Jackson takes his free hand and places his hand on the side of her face and with his thumb he moves her bangs to the side of her head.

She swallows nervously and looks away for a moment. Taking a moment to think she parts her lips to speak up, But--

“Linette.”

The camera turns to spot Chelsea Pryce nearby. She approaches Xaria and Jackson with caution.

Chelsea Pryce: I can see why you didn’t make it to the ABA meeting.

Xaria Linette: Madamoiselle...

Jackson looks over at Xaria, for a moment.

Jackson Ford: Do you want me to leave and give you and Chelsea some privacy?

Chelsea Pryce: No need for that, Jacksanna!

Chelsea gives him the cold shoulder with her insult and faces Xaria.

Chelsea Pryce: The team has disassembled Jeanne and Julio are going to follow you out. As for Jon,he’s been compromised. Rosalyn and I will be just fine.

Xaria’s surprised by the news, but she figured that this was an inevitable scenario. She simply nods her head.

Jackson pays no attention to Chelsea’s lame insult. He just laughs as he listened to Chelsea telling Xaria about the end of Anti-Bastard Association. He looks over at Xaria.

Jackson Ford: Sorry Xaria, but I knew it was going to happen. Why don’t you come with me?

Xaria looks over at her boyfriend before she sees the way Chelsea is looking at her. There’s coldness in those eyes, so much that she shivers. The Rainbow angel presses herself against the Loaded Gun and nods slowly. Natural Superiority shakes her head, turns and walks away.

Jackson Ford: You’ve made the right choice, Xaria. I will never send you away.

Xaria Linette: Oui mon amour...

She tilts her head up and looks at Jackson in the eye.

Xaria Linette: ...je t’aime.

Jackson takes her hand and smiles.

Jackson Ford: I love you too... Lets get going.

Jackson and Xaria turns and walks away together.

Trinks: She's finally made her choice it seems, Magpie.

Mayhem: I don't think she chose wisely, but that's neither here nor there... I'm told Tyler Knight versus Riot is up next!

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold surrounds the arena as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. As the music kicks in the stage fills up with smoke, “The Knightmare” Tyler Knight walks out from the smoke. Tyler has a very sickening smirk from ear to ear as he laps up the boos from the crowd. Tyler stands at the top of the ramp with his head held high as if he is better then anyone else, Tyler believes that the fans are no better then the dirt on his shoes. Now making his way down the ramp still with the same sickening smirk.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first... he is the monster from your dreams and the creature from your nightmares... he is "THE KNIGHTMARE" TYLER KNIIIIIIGHT!!!!

Tyler ignores some of the crowd but reacts with swearing at them verbally as well as sticking his middle finger up at him on each hand. Now at the ring Tyler walks up the steel steps entering the ring through the middle and top rope. Now in the ring, Tyler confidentially strolls to the turnbuckle and jumps up on it, Tyler holds out his arms in a Jesus pose as he believes his even better than Jesus. After a few seconds of lapping up the abuse and boos from the crowd Tyler jumps down and gets ready as his music fades out.

Mayhem: These people really hate this guy. Just listen to them!

Trinks: They’re just mad of the rock star lifestyle he leads Maggie!

Mayhem: Or they could just hate him because he’s an asshole you know.

The Arena's lights shut off instantly causing the Revival Arena's sold out crowd to buzz with anticipation wondering just what is going to happen next. The wait is then over as the sound of thunder explodes, and a lightning bolt shoots down from the heavens hitting the stage with an explosion of pyrotechnics' forcing the lights back on to reveal Riot decked out in his wrestling gear striking a heroic pose. Standing alongside him almost in the fetal position is Jethro who has now poked his head up from behind his arms, and quickly leaps to his feet and dusts himself off.

Stan Hopeforth:: Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from just outside the arena. He weighs in tonight at 175lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Jethro - RIOT!!!

The fans cheer as does Jethro who runs down the ramp ahead of Riot who slowly walks down slapping the hands of fans along the aisle. Once at the bottom Jethro runs up the steel steps and enters the ring via the bottom rope and happily waves to the fans. Riot however sprints towards the ring now and slides in almost taking Jethro out by accident before getting to his feet. Jethro giving him a stern talking too before shaking his head. Riot nods before patting the pint sized fella on his head … while he is temporarily distracted, Tyler Knight rushes in, blindsiding him with a forearm to the head. Jethro flees out of the ring, as quickly as he can.

Mayhem: Look at Tyler jumping on Riot! The bell hasn’t even rung yet!

In the ring, Tyler Knight is delivering some vicious boots to the side of Riot who is on the ground, balled up into a fetal position. The referee grabs a hold of Knight, trying to pull him back off of Riot. Knight turns around and gets in the ref’s face, barking at him to officially start the match. Not knowing what to do and obviously intimidated, the ref signals for the bell, making the match officially underway.

Trinks: Well I guess that problem is solved! This match is officially underway!

Knight places a few more boots to the side of Riot for good measure before lifting him up to his feet, and Irish whipping him into the ropes. Riot rebounds off of the ropes and baseball slides under a big boot attempt from Knight. Riot quickly hops back up to his feet, and catches Tyler with a swift sidekick to the gut as he turns around. Knight keels over clutching his stomach, as Riot bounces off of the ropes, using his momentum to deliver a crushing knee to the side of Tyler’s skull that sends Knight twisting down to the mat.

Riot doesn’t give him any time to recuperate however, as he quickly reaches down, and grabs Knight by the head, lifting him back towards his feet. He delivers a stiff knife edge chop right to the chest of Knight, and follows it up with another. He backs Knight into the ropes and then tries to whip him across the ring, Knight reverses it however and sends Riot across the ring and towards the ropes instead. Riot does a half front flip, before bouncing back off of the ropes and leaping into the air, pulling Knight down with a leaping Ace crusher.

Mayhem: Amazing move by Riot! He’s going for the pin Richie!

1 …

2 ….

Much to the chagrin of the audience in attendance, Tyler Knight kicks out before Riot can score the pin fall victory. Riot clamors back to his feet, and rushes towards the ropes again. This time using them as a springboard, as he soars back with a moonsault. However no one is home as Knight rolls out of the way, causing Riot to crash into the mat.

Knight, rolls to his feet, falling back against the turnbuckle to gather his composure. Riot slowly gets back to his feet, holding his chest, and turns to face Knight, who shoots from the corner and floors him with a lariat, that damn near takes his head off. Knights saunters around the ring for a second, flipping off the crowd, before turning and focusing his attention back on the fallen Riot.

Knight slowly lifts Riot back to his feet, draping Riot’s arm around his neck. He hoists Riot in the air, holding him up to demonstrate his power, before finally snatching him down and driving him into the mat with a Jackhammer. Knight then hooks the leg, going for the pin.

1 …

2….

No! Riot kicks out. On the outside, Jethro is hyping up the fans, trying to start a rally for Riot. Knight climbs to his feet, and heads towards the nearest corner turnbuckle. He gradually makes his way up the turnbuckles, perching himself upon the top one. Riot has rolled to a kneeling position now and is trying to gather the strength to push himself to his feet. Tyler is waiting patiently for him to get back up.

All of a sudden, Jethro climbs onto the apron, drawing Tyler’s attention. Jethro is yelling at Tyler, and Tyler just stares at him amused. His look of amusement quickly turns into a look of disgust as Jethro turns around and moons him!

Trinks: What the --- Somebody get that little lawn gnome out of here! And why am I at half mast right now?

Mayhem: Richie, you’re a sick puppy, you know that?

Just at that moment, Riot flies towards the ropes, gracefully climbing up them in three bounds. He launches himself into the air one final time, grabbing a hold of Knight’s head in between his legs, and flipping him off the ropes with a frankensteiner. The crowd erupts as Riot performs this move flawlessly, sending Knight flying across the ring.

Knight is down and arching in agony, as Riot gets back to his feet. Knight rolls over to a kneeling position, and Riot races towards him, dropping down and delivering a drop kick flush into his face. Riot flips right back up, the energy of the crowd inspiring him. He goes to grab Tyler back up by the hair, but Tyler hits him with a body shot which keels him over. Tyler then bursts up to his feet, clutching the back of Riots head and hitting him with a knee facebuster that sends Riot staggering back.

Trinks: That’s what I’m talking about Knight! Take control of this damn match!

Knight stumbles after Riot, grabbing him by the head and swinging him into the corner turnbuckle. He goes to work on Riot with a series of kicks to the stomach. The crowd boos him mercilessly as he wears Riot down. And this only seems to motivate Tyler more. He grabs Riot by the hand, and delivers a strong irish whip, sending Riot crashing into the opposing turnbuckle chest first. Riot then staggers back, and Knight walks up behind him, and implants him into the mat with an inverted ddt. He then goes for the cover …

1…

2 …

Thr—No! Riot manages to kick out at the very last second. Tyler just smirks, as he climbs back to his feet. He picks Riot up, and hits him with a hard right hand that sends the masked man reeling. He then hits him with another one. He goes for a third, but Riot gets an arm up to block the punch, and fires back with a punch of his own, and then another, and then another. The crowd is abuzz as the momentum seems to shift now. Riot has Knight backed into the ropes, and whips Knight across the ring. Riot bends over for a back body drop, but Knight sails over him, with a sunset flip, slinging him down. Riot tries to use the momentum to roll through to his feet, but before he can fully get back up, Knight snatches a hold of him, and locks him in the “Silent Knight” shining triangle!!!

Trinks: Uh-Oh!!! I think Riot can say Good Night Magz!!!

Mayhem: He’s fighting it Richie! He’s not giving up just yet!

Riot is fighting the hold, but Knight has it locked in too tightly. Finally, Riot taps out, as the hold is just too much for him.

DING! DING DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of this bout via submission, TYYYYYYLER KNIIIIIGHT!!!

Trinks: And that clown Riot is done! He’s tapped out!

Mayhem: But look Richie! Tyler Knight is refusing to let go of the hold!

In the ring, Tyler still has the hold locked in, refusing to let go! Riot seems to be fading quickly, as the ref tries his hardest to pry Knight off. Finally, Knight relinquishes the hold, standing to his feet, and demanding the referee to raise his arm!

Trinks: Tyler is looking like a man on a mission Maggie!

Mayhem: Even though I hate to admit it, you’re right on that Richie. Very impressive victory here for him tonight.

The camera cues up backstage now as we hear a small chuckle escape one, Sydney LaRoux. As the image burns onto the screen we see her smiling wide at none other than Myke Adams as she is hard at work smearing white paint all over his face with her fingertips.

Myke Adams: Here...

He takes up both her hands by the wrist, she watches his face intently now as does this. Next to them on the floor sits Myke's German Sheppard, Buker, his tail wagging side to side as Syd's Legacy title strap can even be seen folded up neatly tucked behind her on the bench. Adams moves her fingers tips back to his face and then guides them along his brow, cheek and so fourth.

Sydney LaRoux: Oh, so this is how it's done?

Myke Adams: Not really... Just don't think about it momma. Feel it.

And so she does, as he lets off her wrist she starts just smearing the white face paint over his face. She then grabs a towel and cleans her fingers before pulling up a a tray of colors. Adams dipping her fingers into the black as she smudes it around both his eyes. Syd smirks at him, she then dips her thumb into some red and nudges him slightly.

Sydney LaRoux: Pucker up, Skittlez.

Myke Adams: Skittlez huh?

Syd shakes her head with a small grin, then brushes over his lips and up each cheek with a messy, and wild "smile". She leans back and gazes over his face, pulling up a small mirror and showing him what she's done.

Sydney LaRoux: So?

Myke Adams: Perfect.

Just then both of them nearly jump out of their skin as we hear a door slam, they peer up and quickly get to their feet. Myke trying to calm Buker as the dog growls and snarls as Aaron Blaize can be seen just staring at them both. His icy blue eyes pan over to the dog, then back at Adams. Blaize narrows his eyes and shakes his head...

Aaron Blaize: Do NOT forget what's at stake tonight Adams. This is your shot, OUR shot to make them all have no choice but to recognize our changes. Do not forget what I told you in that hospital... Do not forget Portland. Ever.

Blaize coldly hisses before he glares at the dog again, then to LaRoux, then once more to Myke. He shakes his head and shoves the door he came in through with force. It slams loudly again as Blaize storms off. Myke looking over to Syd with a small sigh, she pats his shoulder with her tat covered hand and smirks slightly.

Sydney LaRoux: Forget it, you've got a World title to chase tonight... And nothing more or less. Tonight is what YOU make of it... Supes.

Myke nods a bit and smiles, it shows even under the massive Joker grin Syd just painted upon his face. Adams and LaRoux continue small talk now as the camera fades from them and back to the ring now.

Trinks: What is going on there?!

Mayhem: I don't know Richie... but whatever it is, will eventually blow up in one of their faces...

The house lights are replaced with an eerie, orange glow as everyone’s attention turns to the stage. ‘Mysterons’ by Portishead starts to blare across the PA system as the curtain is pushed aside.

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring for this fatal fourway contest, ALLLBERT DRAAAAABBLE!!!

Albert Drabble is dressed in only what seem like black formal trousers, his topless torso revealing quite a chubby physique. Appearing beside him is valet Julia, in complete contrast. Very skimpily dressed, she skips alongside him, a smirk on her face. The two walk down the ramp towards the ring. While Julia is very receptive with the fans, winking and grinning at the confused fans, Albert has his eyes firmly set on the floor. The two finally part ways, Julia opting to stand at ringside as Albert climbs up the steps and into the ring. Quietly, Albert walks to the near turnbuckle and stands, waiting as the music slowly fades out.

The arena lights shut off, so that there is only complete darkness. Suddenly a red light flickers and projects a pentagram in the middle of the ring. A woman’s scream is heard somewhere in the arena and “King” by Satyricon begins to play. A single fireball erupts and quickly dissipates on the stage and ‘The Messenger of Hell’ himself, Darius Jensen, walks out into the arena, visible only through spotlight, meeting a chorus of cheers, jeers, and generally chaotic crowd reaction.

Stan Hopeforth: And his first opponent... DAAARIOUS JENNNNSONNNNN!!!

He runs his hands over his finely-groomed hair, wearing only plain black leather pants and black wrestling boots. Slowly, he walks down the ramp – grinning in the most sinister manner, his eyes bloodshot. Jensen stops in front of the ring, tilts his head to crack his neck, then climbs up onto the apron and into the ring. He stops in the middle of the pentagram and looks straight up, soaking in the red light emanating from the ceiling. He spreads his arms out and his eyes roll back into his skull. The arena once again becomes pitch black and the music fades. When the lights return to normal, Jensen is crouched up in his corner, clutching a black inverted cross draped around his neck. The house lights cut again as the opening riff from "Rookie Of The Year" hits the speaker system. A fluorescent white strobe light begins to flicker at a fast pace on the stage area, in time with the music. On the screens, the name Ethan Teller flashes up repeatedly, fading and reappearing in sequence. After a few seconds the strobe light stops flashing and instead remains on, casting the entire stage in a brilliant white light and it's only then that the crowd spot that Ethan is standing there. With his back to the crowd, Ethan stands with his arms held wide on either side of him and his head looking up into the rafters before turning round and jumping up in one fluid motion, punching the air before landing on his feet. Some of the crowd boo but most remain unsure as they know absolutely nothing about the man walking down the ramp.

Stan Hopeforth: Next to the ring, EEEETHANNN TELLLLLERRR!!!

Again, a few members of the crowd boo but the rest remain passive as Ethan begins to make his way down the ramp. As he reaches the bottom, he hops up onto the apron and turns around to lean his back into the ropes, throwing his arms out to the side before turning and grabbing hold of the top rope, using it to vault into the ring, where he walks to his corner and leans into it waiting for the match to begin.

“…They Reminisce Over You, My God…”

The saxophone kicks into the intro of the track as the entrance lights up to a golden aura. Ramirez steps out after moments, draped within a black, silk robe with the initials “J.R” on the back in cursive lettering. He has on a headband themed of the Puerto-Rican flag as he makes his way down the ramp followed by on each side with a honey as they walk in sync down the ramp. The fans are throwing a bunchful of jeers towards Ramirez but it doesn’t bother him one bit … In fact, he admires it as he walks up the steps, dropping the robe as one of the ladies catches it. They walk back to the back as Ramirez enters the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: And the final, and fourth combatant... the “Golden Boy” … JUANNN … RAMIREEEEZZZZZZ!!!!

The fans continue to boo as Juan stands on the second turnbuckle, fanning them off, he takes in the lights, the sounds before dropping off and walking to the center of the ring as he shadow boxes, waiting for things to get started!

DING! DING!

Trinks: This should be a good un, a chance at a championship on the line!

Mayhem: These guys all look like they'll do quite well in Revival, but only one can win tonight!

The four men circle around, scanning each and every other man up and down looking for the right way to approach this thing. Finally they go at it, bringing some noise from the crowd as they all four collide in the middle of the ring and start punching away at one another. Teller and Drabble keep a nice fist fight going as they head off one direction while Ramirez and Jenson tie up instead, Jenson using his technical edge and snaps a headlock on Juan. He wrenches it a few times before spinning behind Ramirez and tugging his legs out, leaping up over his head again and now latching on a quick side ways looking Camel clutch of sorts!

Trinks: Now we're talkin!

Mayhem: That's a brutal looking camel clutch!

Teller blocks a shot from Drabble and belly to belly suplexes him explosively over his head. Drabble lands hard and scrambles up but Teller is waiting and charges in with a leap, cracking a wicked running Yakuza kick to Albert's face! Albert goes down hard now and Teller goes off with some punches, he then looks to break in his own submissions and locks Drabble up with a vicious Spinning inverted figure four leg lock!

Trinks: That may hurt worse! The Golden Boy is breaking free now!

Juan breaks the camel clutch by grabbing the ropes, and slowly drags his way up. Jenson goes in after him but gets rocked by a punch from Ramirez, Juan keeps going now a right, then left, then another right. He finally leaps up and gets some space from Darius with a nice Hurricanrana that tumbles Darius across the ring!

Trinks: Nice move from Golden Boy!

Mayhem: Very nicely executed, he better break that figure four, I think Drabble is about to give up!

Ramirez does, stomping over Teller and breaking his leg lock over Albert. Teller rushes up in anger and goes after Juan, the two of them trade off some shots and then lock it up. Teller bringing some noise from the crowd as he stuns Ramirez with a sudden and wildly fast shining Wizard! Juan goes down, but Teller turns right into a vicious Spinebuster from Darius Jenson! Janson punches a few at Teller then sets his sights on the now slowly rising Drabble.

Trinks: Four way matches are always too hard to keep up with!

Mayhem: This one is pretty wild, all four have atleast hit everyone else once.

Teller sits up, but gets dropkicked suddenly back down from Juan. Ramirez pulls at Ethan and gets him up looking for a Butterfly suplex, but Ethan shoves both their bodies backwards into the ropes and they go tumbling over and out. Spilling over the floor at ringside and fighting to get back to their feet.

Trinks: Now the actions outside the ring!

Inside however, Jenson is in control of Drabble now. He's wearing him down rather quick with an eye rake then a few just down right vile knees to the face before he just grabs him up and drops Albert with a Tombstone piledriver!

Trinks: Fall from Grace!

Mayhem: Always loved that move! The piledriver inverted like that, such force! Now he's locking a crossface on!

As Jenson latches on his crossface, Lucifer's Call outside the ring Teller and Ramirez have got their footing and continue their battle. They trade more shots and forearms, then tie up but just as they do the ref calls this thing as Drabble cannot fight the urge to submit!

Trinks: No this can't be over, already?!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: AND your winner by submission... DAAAAARIUS JEEENSONNN!!!

Mayhem: Fatal four ways can go in a blink, Richie!

Juan and Teller both through their arms up, pissed off as they bicker for a moment then blow off the fans and the ring. Each taking an angry leave from ringside. Inside Darius remains one one knee over the fallen Drabble with this sinister like smirk about him, as he glares and watches the other two leave.

Trinks: I wouldn't trust that guy one bit!

Mayhem: Agreed.

We cut backstage to see Jessica King stood by with a microphone in hand.

King: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm joined at this present moment by a very special guest, Samuel Hessingstock!

The camera turns to the right to show Sam, sending the crowd into a wild frenzy.

King: Sam, it's been one year since you last stepped into a ring, and the whole world is wondering, what will you do tonight, will you be able to handle the new breed of wrestlers or have you bitten off more than you can chew tonight?

Hessingstock: Jessica. First up, let me just say that this is the best feeling in the world, finally being back home, in a wrestling promotion. And Jess, honestly, If I didn't think I could handle Jackson Ford or The Anti-Establishment, I wouldn't have come back. Here I am though, and this is me making my intentions crystal. Tonight I take out Jackson Ford and prove to him and Adams why I'm known as a legend in this industry and then I aim for Adams and take him the hell out along with the rest of the anti-establishment. That much is FACT and I promise, anyone who gets in my way will end up just being a puppet...

Samuel stops suddenly to hear the crowd all shout back so it's hear able from the inside; "...in my path!!"

Sam smiles and walks away from the interview area.

Mayhem: Samuel Hessingstock with strong words here tonight...

Trinks: The Scorpion returns from the dead to take on Jackson Ford later tonight... it's gonna be one hell of a match, Mags.

[REVIVAL]

Mayhem: It's time ladies and gentlemen... for the ladies of REVIVAL to go one on one...

Trinks: Match of the night, I'm just saying...

The arena’s lights suddenly go out and the audience stands in anticipation. Chelsea Pryce’s voice softly echoes throughout for several seconds.

“Nature... Superiority... They both exist in me...”

That’s when “In For The Kill” by La Roux plays from the PA system. At the fourteen second mark, a soft yet bright purple spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Chelsea steps out to spiritually embrace it. At this point, majority of the fans are cheering for her as she taps her foot and nods her head to the beat of the song. Suddenly, the spotlight itself flashes on and off to the beat. She smirks and strides down the ramp, reaching over on occasion to tag a few hands. She takes her time, careful not to miss a beat, and she offers a couple of poses for photographic moments. Near the end of the ramp, she pushes several strands of her blonde hair back with a hand before she pulls the purple fingerless glove down with her other hand.

Focused, Chelsea leaps onto the ring apron, looks around and absorbs the reaction of the crowd.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first... From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Detroit, Michigan... she is CHELSEA PRYCE!

The uncomparable Pryce is still standing up on the apron, smiling and waving to the crowd. That is until Alyx St. Croix comes out of nowhere and yanks her off apron, sending her face first into the apron!

Mayhem: WOW! That is uncalled for! This match hasn't even started yet!

Trinks: THIS IS VICIOUS! I love this new side of St. Croix! And she's really taking it to Pryce on the outside...

True to the words, Alyx is stomping hard on Chelsea, laying into her with boot after boot, kicks aimed at her ribs and head. The referee is yelling at her to get her into the ring, so Alyx smiles and pulls her up, tossing her into the ring. St. Croix slowly rolls in after her.

The crowd is letting out a stream of boos that flow and hit St. Croix right where she stands. The video-game vixen just smiles and brushes it off. The referee checks on Pryce who waves off the attack, and slowly gets to her feets, favoring her ribs and her head.

As soon as Pryce gets to her feet, the referee calls for the bell... which sends St. Croix into a frenzy. She runs and latches onto Pryce, pulling her to the mat with a headlock variation and just starts wailing on her stomach. Left and rights, switching up and pummeling the already targeted midsection. Alyx pushes her off from her and jumps to her feet, before once more laying kicks into the midsection.

Mayhem: Alyx St. Croix is showing a really, really vicious side here tonight, folks.

Trinks: I'm kind of turned on by her screaming and being so violent.

Mayhem: That's disgusting, Richie...

St. Croix pulls Pryce up by the hair, and whips her into the ropes. Pryce bounces back ducks under a clothesline, rebounds off the opposite side but eats St. Croix's boot with a massive /AFK superkick!

Trinks: OUCH! That had to hurt!

St. Croix smirks and toys around with the crowd, even going so far to climb up the turnbuckle and taunt the fans in attendance. This of course sends another chorus of boos down upon her, but once again, she just brushes it off.

Alyx jumps down and walks over to Chelsea, grabbing her up by the hair, but Pryce out of nowhere rolls her up!

One...

Two...

THR-NO! St. Croix kicks out massively, and looks quite angry. Pryce attempts to get up, but St. Croix kicks her hard in the gut. Once more, she tries to get up, but St. Croix with another vicious kick to the gut. This one sends Pryce rolling to her back.

Mayhem: This isn't wrestling, this is a vicious fight, Richie.

Trinks: Cat fight. Sends electricity flowing through my nether-regions!

St. Croix looks down at her and then at the ropes before running and nailing an impressive LIONSAULT! The crowd lets out a small cheer before booing her once more.

Trinks They don't know what to do here, tonight. They want to love her but can't get past hating her! Haha!

Indeed, it seems they really can't decide. But Alyx is back to her feet and pulls Chelsea up by her hair and looks her straight in the eyes... before slapping her straight across her face, and dropping her with the Allons-y!

Mayhem: Vicious lungblower there by Alyx St. Croix!

Trinks: The end is near, Magpie! St. Croix has gone up top!

Indeed, Alyx St. Croix stands atop the ring ropes, staring out into the sea of fans. All of them on their feet wanting to cheer her name, but instead boo her... that is until she flys off the top rope and lands a devestating EXPECTO PATRONUM!

Her stomp lands directly on the already injured midsection of Chelsea Pryce. St. Croix drops for the pinfall, hooking the legs of a presumably out of it Pryce.

One...
Two...
THREE!

The referee calls for the bell!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner... ALYX ST. CROOOOOOOIX!!!!!

"Awake and Alive" by Skillet blares once more as Alyx St. Croix stands victorious, her arm raised to showcase her win. She steps over the down and out Chelsea Pryce and looks directly into the camera, pulling it close to her face.

Alyx St. Croix: Forget ZELDA... THIS... IS... MY... LEGEND!

St. Croix forcefully pushes the camera back and quickly exits the ring, making her way to the back.

Mayhem: A quick and vile victory by Alyx St. Croix...

Trinks: A threeway with Zelda and St. Croix is totally running through my mind right now...

A blonde haired British Bomber is facing the wall seeing to mentally prepare for tonight. He is going through the thought process that most wrestlers do before big matches. From the back of him comes a shove that is hard enough to push him forward and break his concentration.

Bomber: “What the fu- Oh. It’s you.”

Sydney: “You would think with someone attacking you from behind, you wouldn’t stand like you are pissing in a corner.”

Bomber: “What DO you want? You come to apologize to Holli through me? She is still waiting for it.”

Sydney reacts by growling at Bomber and moving straight up into his face. They stare each other down like they know that one day they will have to come face to face for all of the marbles. Sydney backs off finally.

Sydney: “She will get my apology when she puts my life, that SHE ruined, back together!”

All Bomber can do is smirk knowing that he has gotten under the skin of “The Deviant”. He looks mildly pleased with himself.

Bomber: “Your life is what you have made of it LaRoux. And just like how you preach Syd, one day, you will need to pick a side. And you will either be with us, or against us.

Sydney: “Well then, just like I chose to put my faith in Myke, not just tonight but for awhile , I think you already know my answer, Bomber. Oh. Hey. Good luck. You.WILL need it.”

Bomber looks at Sydney now with hate in his eyes. He growls as she walks away from him with a smirk on her lips. The camera fades out on a disgruntled, yet shocked, Bomber.

Trinks: Bomber needs to be careful. The last person he wants on his bad side is a pissed off Deviant...

Mayhem: I hate to say it, but I think Bomber's already got her on mad at him...

Trinks: ”I do believe it is time to see The Viper go up against the British Bomber Mag.”

Mayhem”I do believe you are correct. Let’s take it to Stan.

Stan Hopeforth: ”The following contest is a leather strap match scheduled for one fall! Entering the ring first from Birmingham, England weighting in at 230 lbs….. THE BRITISH BOMBER!”

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

Stan Hopeforth: ”And his opponent from Houston, Texas weighing in at 229 lbs., representing the ANTI-ESTASBLISHMENT…”THE VIIIIPER”…AARON BLAIZE!”

BOOM!!!

The crowd is stunned, and goes quiet for a moment as this HUGE "BOOOM" sound shakes the arena, one commonly heard when someone "throws the switch." The lights go pitch black as commotion is heard through the crowd, flashbulbs going off randomly through out as well. The tron lights up bright white, as it flashes with red and black electric bolts. It then says, "It's HERE…" And another loud BOOM before back to the electric bolts which slowly form the word "CHANGE." The tron goes out and the arena goes dark once more, now "Justice" by Rev Theory starts to play from the PA. Just as the music picks up in tone, the arena lights come back up… and AARON BLAIZE is seen on the stage!

Trinks: ”Fight in the name of America tonight Aaron!”

Mayhem: ”Hush your mouth Trinks.”

The crowd is heard booing wildly now as Blaize takes his time to survey the crowd around him, scowling and cocking his head upward as he glares into the masses. Blaize then begins to saunter down the aisle, ever so slowly. The lights begin to pulsate with the beat of the song in red and golden hues. After walking through the sea of outstretched hands from this jeering crowd, Blaize finally makes it to the ring. The crowd heard booing as Blaize slowly, and methodically, stalks up the ring steps and ducks into the ring, the lights now seen quickening in their strobing. Aaron Blaize hops up onto the turnbuckle, staring into the crowd before him, looking down at them all as if they were churning his stomach. A sour expression etched over his face. He then tosses his arms out to his sides and glances skyward, closing his eyes, taking in all the negativity flowing towards him. He returns his demonic blue gaze to the crowd as he hops down and crosses the ring. Aaron hops up on the opposite turnbuckle now as another riff takes over, the lights seen spiraling and strobing around him. Blaize surveys the crowd once more with a look of disdain as "Justice" fades, the lights coming back up to normal.

The two meet in the center and the ref goes over the rules while applying the straps to each of their wrists. DING! DING! The bell sounds and Aaron Blaize plants his foot on the side of Bomber’s skull with a standing Enziguri kick. Bomber stumbles back and Blaize stays on the offensive delivering knife edge chops forcing Bomber back into the ring ropes with each chop. Blaize whips Bomber via the Irish whip but Bomber reverses it and slams Blaize to the canvas with a spinebuster much to the approval of the fans. Bomber grabs a loose end of the strap and stalks Blaize around the ring. “SMACK!” Blaize scurries forward, arching his back, and wincing in pain.

Mayhem: ”Wow! That hurt”

Trinks: ”Bombers whipping Blaize like a race horse! And ironically Blaize is speeding up too.”

Bomber smacks Blaize and Blaize high tails it across the ring. Bomb walks behind Blaize and wraps the strap around his neck. Aaron Blaize grabs Bomber by the back of the head and drops to his butt driving the crown of his skull into Bomber’s chin. Bomber falls back onto his back while Blaize rubs the top of his head.

Mayhem: ”The British Bomber may have a broken jaw!”

Aaron Blaize makes it to his feet and begins stomping away at a grounded British Bomber. Aaron Blaize grabs the strap and, “SMACK!” starts whipping Bomber across the abdomen with the leather strap repeatedly with more velocity and more speed with each strike. British Bomber flails about the ring in pain.

Trinks: ”Aaron Blaize is looking to change Bomber’s skin complexion. He’s gonna be beet red with welts.”

“SMACK!” Blaize smacks Bomber with the belt once again. Bomber winces in pain and attempts to climb to his feet and he;s met by Aaron Blaize with a punt to the head.

Mayhem: ”Oh no! It may be lights out for The British Bomber.”

Trinks: ”Blaize Of Glory Maggie!”

The British Bomber appears to be out cold on the mat. Aaron Blaize makes the cover.

…1!

…2!

…Aaron Blaize grabs Bomber by the hair and raises him off the mat slightly.

Trinks: ”What’s he doing? He’s got this match won.”

Aaron Blaize cracks a sadistic grin and guides the British Bomber to his feet with the leather strap wrapped around Bomber’s neck.

Mayhem: “Oliver had the lead in the beginning. He hasn’t been the same since the jawbreaker and the punt to the head.”

Aaron Blaize sends Bomber to the far side of the ring via the irish whip and at the last second tugs on the leather strap hard and uses Bomber’s momentum to slam him to the canvas. Aaron Blaize wraps the strap a little tighter around Bomber’s throat and lean circles the ring a bit. He leaps over the top rope and lands with feet on the ground floor. The strap tugs Bomber off the mat a littlebit and Bomber begins losing air.

Trinks: ”Aaron Blaize came to end The British Bomber tonight! He isn’t trying to wrestle! Look at the sadistic smile.”

Aaron Blaize leans back, using the leather strap to keep him from falling over and using the top rope as a fulcrum to basically hang the British Bomber. The ref slides out of the ring and tries to reason with Aaron Blaize. Aaron spits in the refs and face and let’s go of the strap laughing and smiling.

Mayhem: ”Oh, come on! That’s uncalled for.”

Blaize steps onto the apron and leaps over the top rope and stands over Bomber, who is trying to catch wind. Blaize drops to both knees and starts hammering Bomber with clinched fists. Bomber can’t barely defend himself as Blaize continues the assault. Aaron Blaize climbs to his feet and gets big air, executing a standing leg drop in the center of the ring. Aaron Blaize makes a cover and the ref slides back in the ring.

…1!

…2!

…Aaron Blaize raises the British Bomber off the mat by his hair once again. The ref begins discussing a few things with Aaron Blaize.

Trinks: ”It would appear that the ref has had enough of Aaron Blaize’s antics. But what can he do? This match has basically no rules!”

Aaron tells the ref to kiss his ass and puts focus back on Bomber. He sends Bomber into the ropes via an irish whip. Blaize attempts a clothesline with the leather strap in hand, but Bomber ducks under it and hits the ropes more. Bomber uses the ropes to slingshot himself at Aaron Blaize and attempts a flying knee. Blaize side steps it and Bomber lands on his feet. Bomber turns around and walks right into a drop toe hold from Aaron Blaize. Blaize grabs the British Bomber’s leg and attempts a single leg boston crab but the British Bomber squirms out and rolls onto his back. Aaron Blaize continues the aggressive attack and the British Bomber throws a few quick punches to buy himself some time.

Mayhem: ”The British Bomber is fighting his way back into this one!”

Blaize comes back after stepping away for a minute and the British Bomber is standing and feeding off the energy of the fans. Bomber delivers a few vicious right hands before leaning into the ropes and slingshotting himself from the ropes, into a neckbreaker from Aaron Blaize! The fans quiet down a bit as The Bomber is down on the mat yet again. Aaron Blaize makes a cover.

…1!

…2!

..The British Bomber gets the shoulder up. Aaron Blaize climbs to his feet and heads for the ropes. Meanwhile The British Bomber climbs to his feet and he shoots himself toward the ring ropes as well. Both men meet in the center of the ring. Bomber ducks under the right hand thrown by Aaron Blaize and executes a german suplex. Blaize’s head bounces off the mat and he rolls over to the edge of the ring close to the ropes and the ring apron. The British Bomber takes the strap and starts whipping Blaize who is now cornered.

Trinks: ”That’s not fair! He’s backed into the corner!”

The British Bomber lifts Aaron Blaize onto the top turnbuckle and smacks him with a uppercut. The smack echoes and the fans erupt. The British Bomber stands on the middle rope and Aaron Blaize throws a punch of his own and gives Bomber a nice shove, forcing him back to the canvas. The British Bomber does a back roll and ends up on his feet once again. Blaize leaps from the turnbuckle performing a flying crossbody but he’s caught by the British Bomber. The fans erupt as Bomber takes a few steps around the ring before performing a high impact fall away slam! The fans go nuts as Blaize makes a huge impact against the canvas. Both men lay on the mat winded.

Mayhem: ”The British Bomber is fighting for his life!”

Trinks: ”If he doesn’t The Viper will end his life! He’s got no choice really.”

The British Bomber and Aaron Blaize both climb to their feet. They lock eyes on one another before charging and nearly ripping each others heads off with clotheslines. Both men hit the canvas hard.

Trinks: ”They both tried to decapitate each other!”

Mayhem: ”Get up Oliver!”

The referee reaches a count of seven before both men are back on their feet. Aaron Blaize pulls himself to his feet using the ropes closest to the turnbuckle meanwhile Bomber hops to his feet and charges at Blaize. Blaize ducks under and sends Bomber over the top rope but Bomber lands on his feet on the ring apron. Aaron Blaize ducks the punch from Bomber and delivers a shoulder thrust to his midsection before sliding out of the ring and grabbing Bomber’s leg forcing him to slip and smash his face against the ring apron. Aaron Blaize grabs the strap, and “SMACK!”. The British Bomber walks off and Aaron Blaize sends The British Bomber shoulder first into the ringsteps. The steps fly across the ringside area and Bomber falls onto his stomach.

Trinks: ”Aaron Blaize is bringing about Change tonight!”

Aaron Blaize stands over The British Bomber and begins wrapping the leather strap around his throat. Blaize squats over Bomber and locks in a cobra clutch. The British Bomber gasps for air as Aaron Blaize wrenches back on the hold.

Mayhem: ”Don’t give up Oliver!”

Trinks: ”Even if he did, it wouldn’t matter. He has to be in the ring to get the victory.

The British Bomber turns blue in the face as Blaize wrenches back more. Bomber loses more and more wind before finally passing out. Aaron Blaize keeps the hold locked in a little longer before allowing Bomber’s limp body to fall.

Mayhem: ”Oh dear Jesus Richie. Is he alive?”

Trinks: ”If he is, he won’t be by the end of this match.”

Aaron Blaize kicks Bomber whiles he down before dragging Bomber’s lifeless body off the mats on the outside and sliding him into the ring. Aaron Blaize takes his time entering the ring. He dusts off his hands and drops to both knees and drapes his body over The British Bombers. The ref makes the count.

…1!

…2!

…Aaron Blaize stops the count himself and grins at the jeers of the crowd.

Mayhem: ”Oh come on he’s already out of it!”

Trinks: ”Aaron Blaize isn’t done just yet.”

Aaron Blaize grabs a folding chair and slides back into the ring. The British Bomber is still flat on his back, out cold. Aaron Blaize stands over Bomber’s body and raises the steel chair above his head. He holds it there and looks around at the crowd, taking in this moment. He begins his downward swing when he is all of a sudden kicked in the balls by the British Bomber and drops the chair. The fans erupt at the site of The British Bomber showing life.

Mayhem: ”Look like the tables are turning!”

Trinks: ”Shut your face Maggie.”

The British Bomber slowly brings himself to his feet as Aaron hobbles around clinching his crotch. Meanwhile the British Bomber picks up the steel chair, and….”WHACK!” Aaron Blaize falls to the canvas. The British Bomber falls to the canvas and crawls over to make the cover.

…1!

…2!

…KICK OUT!

Aaron Blazie gets the shoulder up and rolls away from the British Bomber. The British Bomber grabs the leather strap and stalks Blaize around the ring. “SMACK!” TBB whips Aaron Blaize.

“SMACK!” TBB whips Blaize once again.

Mayhem: ”Ouch! That sounds painful. Get ‘em Oliver!”

Trinks: ”Hey he can’t do that! That’s a member of Anti-Establishment!

Mayhem: ”The Resistance won’t give up that easily! That’s why it’s called a resistance.”

Trinks: ”No way Maggie!! WE WANT CHANGE! Blaize is going to bring it to us!”

“SMACK!” The British Bomber whips Aaron Blaize once again, this time across the face, forcing Aaron Blaize to fall to the canvas wincing in pain. The British Bomber lets go of the strap and brings Aaron Blaize to his feet. The British Bomber sends Aaron Blaize into the ring ropes. Bomber’s foot gets caught in the midst of the strap and while he is focused on the tangle, Aaron Blaize delivers a shoulder tackle.

Trinks: ”OOoOoOo! That’s a nice sized welt there on Aaron’s face!”

Mayhem: ”That’s fresh leather.”

Trinks: ”Damn near.”

Aaron Blaize steps over Bomber and is tripped up by Bomber and Bomber locks in his variation of an anklelock.

Mayhem: ”RICHIE…THE ENGLISHLOCK!”

Trinks: ”Oh no! Aaron get to the ropes!"

And that's exactly what he tries to do, slowly clawing his way to the ropes. Screaming in pains as the Englishlock gets tighter and tighter, TBB cranking in the hold. His finger tips barely graze the bottom rope before Bomber pulls Blaize back into the center of the ring.

Trinks: "This is it! It's over. I can't watch!"

Blaize is really howling in pain. He falls to the mat, his face buried in his hands as he tries to find a way out. Blaize, with all of his might tries crawling to the ropes again, slowly, inch by inch, as Bomber looks down at him, smiling, shaking his head "NO". Blaize and Bomber are both at odds now, and somehow, maybe out of sheer will or determination, Blaize reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope, forcing the referee to make the break.

Mayhem: "Blaize got really lucky there, Richie!"

Trinks: "I don't believe that. Aaron Blaize doesn't get lucky! It was all in his masterplan!"

The referee forces Bomber to break the hold, even going so far as to physically break the hold. Bomber turns around and jaw-jacks the referee, allowing just enough time for the Viper to get back to his feet.

Mayhem: "Bomber should not be arguing with the referee when he has a Viper attached to him with only ten feet of leather separating them!"

Indeed, and just as Maggie Mayhem finishes that sentence, Bomber is yanked back by Blaize and he uses the leather strap as a weapon once more! Tying the strap around his neck and delivering a vicious modified back breaker. The crowd lets out a massive boo, but it doesn't stop Blaize, who is still favoring his ankle as he limps around, grabbing up Bomber by his died-blonde hair and tossing him into the corner. Bomber steps forward only for Blaize to send the leather strap flying right into TBB's chest! The crowd lets out a collective "ooooh". Blaize hits him again! And again! And again!

Trinks: "The Viper being just as vicious as ever here."

Bomber steps forward once more, and Blaize tries for a fourth time, but Bomber ducks and tosses him into the corner. A fast and vicious smack with the strap! Once! Twice! Three times! Blaize stumbles out of the corner and Bomber drops him with a vicious snapmare take down before jumping up and kicking him straight in the spine!

Mayhem: "This is a battle between two individuals who hate each other with such passion... it's gonna be impossible for there to be a true winner here, save for if one of them killed the other."

Trinks: "Magpie, this is war. Only when the last bullet is shot, and the last body falls will there ever truly be a winner."

Mayhem: "That was really deep, Richie."

Blaize waits on the ground, clutching his lower back as Bomber walks up to him, pulling him up by his greased back hair. Bomber has him to his feet, and out of nowhere, Blaize wraps the strap around his neck and looks to drop him with a vicious Trail Blaizer! But no, Bomber somehow pushes him forward and kicks him in the gut! THE BOMB!

Mayhem: "THE BOMB! THE BOMB! It's over Richie!"

Bomber falls to the mat and there is no movement in the ring, a testimony to how vicious this battle has been.

Trinks: "Wake up Blaize! WAKE UP!"

Mayhem: "Cover him Bomber! COVER HIM!"

The announcers are shouting! The fans are on their feet chanting and booing. This match is literally causing the building to shake with anticipation. Slowly, the Bomber slowly crawls over. He drapes his arm over Blaize's chest.

...1!

...2!

...TH--NO! KICKOUT!

The crowd explodes to their feet letting out a huge gasp!

Bomber slowly gets to his hands and feet, the frustration getting to him. He looks up at the crowd, his face sweaty and full of wonderment--what will it take to end this man? He pulls himself to his feet and offers a cutthroat sign, signalling that another Bomb may be in order.

Mayhem: "Bomber looks like he's calling for it one more time... The Bomb, Richie!"

Bomber takes three steps over to Blaize, bending down to pick him up. But once more, Blaize wraps the strap around his neck, not once but twice, and quickly pulls him into the ETERNAL SIN!

Trinks: "HOLY SHIT! Blaize has it locked in!"

Bomber's arms flail around violently, trying to claw at Blaize's legs and arms. Bomber claws slowly to the ropes, hoping he can will both of them over. But Blaize pulls on the strap with his teeth, yanking it tighter and shoving his shin into the already strangled throat!

Mayhem: "The referee needs to do something! He's strangling the life right out of him!! C'mon Oliver! Grab the ropes! Do something! Get outta there!"

Bomber reaches down with all of his might, pulling Blaize up by arms, with Aaron Blaize still holding on! The British Bomber spins around, dropping Blaize hard on the mat, but the Viper refuses to let go! Blaize has him locked in right in the middle of the ring. Bomber has no choice...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

The referee calls for the bell, and Blaize tosses a very limp Bomber to the side. He rolls to his knees and the referee grabs his arm and frees Blaize from the leather strap. The referee holds Blaize's hand high in the air.

Trinks: "I'm going to say this, and in all honesty, that was one of the most brutal and vicious battles I have ever witnessed, and neither man will ever be the same."

Mayhem: "The extent to which each individual had to go through to even counter, to continue fighting... this was one of the greatest contests of all time... and I agree, neither one will be any better off for the wear after the dust has settled on this one."

Stan Hopeforth: "THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST... AAAAARONNNNN BLAAAAIIIIZZZEEEEE!!!!"

The referee kneels down to check on Bomber who slowly starts moving. Blaize looks at him, before smiling sinisterly and dropping down and sliding out of the ring. "Justice" by Rev Theory picks up and Blaize backs up the ramp, keep his eyes on Bomber the whole time.

Mayhem: "This battle had no clear winner, only one survivor. And I don't think this is going to settle a damn thing."

Trinks: "Aaron Blaize is one hell of a monster, and the fact that he had to literally strangle the life and competition out of the British Bomber is a true test to the Bomber's character and resilience. Like you said, there is no winner and there is no loser, there is only one survivor."

Mayhem: The number one contender for the Legacy Championship is on his way out here...

“End Of Heartache” plays and the Revival fans go batty, as Sullivan rises from his seat at ringside. He places his cup on the ground and leaps over the guard rail. L.J. follows after and begins rallying the crowd at ringside with AIME4LESS chants.

Trinks: ”What did he spike everyone’s drink with? Why are they behind this… this… degenerate.”

Sullivan Aimes paces the ring in a large circle pointing at his Aimelessly Atrocious logo on his t-shirt and basking in the AIME4LESS chants. Sullivan grabs a microphone and allows the crowd to simmer down before speaking.

”Atrocious” Sullivan Aimes: ”Revival Nation…YOUR... LEADER IS… HERRRE!!”

The fans go ape shit once again.

Mayhem: ”Chicago has really taken a liking to Sullivan.”

Trinks: ”No they haven’t! They’ve been drugged! He dropped ecstasy in their beverages or something. He had to have.”

The fans die down a bit and Sullivan begins to speak again.

”Atrocious” Sullivan Aimes: ”I am here, I am living and I am breathing, and I am kicking and I am screaming and tonight your leader leaves as your NEW REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPION!”

Trinks: ”Keep dreaming jerkoff! Sydney’s going to squash him like she did Hanson!”

L.J. slides a chair into the ring and Sullivan unfolds it and has a seat.

”Atrocious” Sullivan Aimes: ”I’m sorry I thought it’d be best for me to rest my legs a little longer. Now, tonight I’ll be getting my well overdue shot at the Legacy championship, I figured this would be a good time to get a few things off my chest.”

Sullivan begins pulling something out of his left knee pad. It appears to be a folded sheet of paper. He unfolds it, revealing four sentences total. He starts reading from the page.

”Atrocious” Sullivan Aimes: ”So you want to know what makes me memorable Syd? You’re finding out tonight. What makes me memorable in Revival? I’m the guy who is going to beat you for that Legacy championship, that’s what makes me memorable. I’m building my Legacy in Revival, where as you traded a blow-job and a cold sore to start yours. You’re undefeated but that’s still only referring to those that you’ve already faced. You’ve never faced me and you’ve never lost, so I guess I’ll be pulling off the infamous Derek Jeter double play, eh? Looks like Revival is making more change happen in less attempts than the Anti-Establishment.”

Sullivan drops the mic and exits the ring.