VIOLENCE: XI [July 25, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

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 horribly bright yellow tuxedo, complete with a bright yellow tie. Everybody's favorite emo-goth-punk chick, Maggie Mayhem, is dressed as usual, in her dark black punk garb with adorable little animal skulls.

Maggie Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen, on the heels of one of the most explosive episodes of VIOLENCE, we're here to usher in a new era... as REVIVAL has a new World Heavyweight Champion! I'm Maggie Mayhem, and alongside me is none other than Tweety Bird himself, Richie Trinks.

Richie Trinks: Hardy, har, har, har... it's true, however. We do have a new World Champion--and his name is Myke Adams!

Mayhem: Adams of course winning the title in controversial fashion last week. But none the less, the Heart of REVIVAL is beating just a little bit slower tonight as we mourn the loss of beloved championship.

Trinks: And Kerry Windsor! He's fluffin' pissed, Magpie!

Mayhem: Dude, that's what that whole "heart of REVIVAL" thing was about. C'mon man, pay attention!

Trinks: My bad. In breaking news however, I've learned today that the scheduled contest pitting Anti-Establishment's Jackson Ford against Theodore "The" Drake, well, it ain't gonna happen, Momma.

Mayhem: What? Where did you find this out? I don't have that in any of my notes.

Trinks: I was owed a favor by Britney in home office, and instead of sleeping with me, she gave me this. At any rate...

Mayhem: Instead of sleeping with you, HAHA! Genius!

Trinks: -clearing his throat- AHEM! At any rate, Jackson Ford's contract was up for negotiations and REVIVAL management decided not to renew. We'd like to wish him the best in all of his future endeavors...

Mayhem: What does that mean for The Drake?

Trinks: Fluff if I know, he's probably backstage mackin' on some chicas anyway!

Mayhem: We've also got a killer tag-team contest scheduled tonight pitting bitter rivals Tyler Knight and Jayden Powers against each other, with Juan Ramirez and Riot as their tag-team partners, respectively.

Trinks: Samuel Hessingstock--the Scorpion--will face off against Darius Jensen... and Alex Drake will defend his newly won PRIMETIME Championship against Ethan Teller!

Mayhem: And in the night's main event, one full of the power to literally blow the roof clean off the United Center, Former World Champion Kerry Windsor will team with The British Bomber, Sullivan Aimes, and the returning Ben Hanson against the Current World Champion, Myke Adams, his Anti-Establishment partner Aaron Blaize, the Legacy Champion, Sydney LaRoux, and the very impressive Alyx St. Croix! One hell of a match!

Trinks: You can say that again, Magpie!

Mayhem: It's gonna be one hell of a match...

"THIS …. IS WHAT I DO.”

The voice of the former Revival Heavyweight Champion is heard throughout the arena causing pandemonium to break out amongst the fans as “Enemy Within” by Rev Theory cues up and blares through the speakers. The former champ, Kerry Windsor, bursts through the curtain, his face painted with a mask of rage. He stalks straight towards the ring, looking like a man on a mission.

Mayhem: I must say, it does seem quite odd not seeing him with that Revival Heavyweight title Richie. Up until this point, he’s been the only champion we’ve known.

Trinks: Yup, until last week when Adams stole … erm … I mean, masterfully captured the Heavyweight title.

Mayhem: Still playing it safe Rich?

Trinks: And you know this!

Kerry slides into the ring and demands a microphone. He is pacing around the ring, looking as if he is about to snap.

Kerry Windsor:CUT THE DAMN MUSIC. Now last week, the world saw yet another classic between Kerry Windsor and Myke Adams. Last week, the world saw us both give you all another spectacle worth remembering, and last week … the world also saw the BIGGEST screw job this side of Montreal!

A slight buzz of confusion sweeps the crowd, as they are surely wondering what the former champ is getting at.

Kerry Windsor: You see, I knew that the Anti-Establishment would try and pull something, I just didn’t know what it would be. I wasn’t sure if it was gonna be an ambush, I wasn’t sure if it was gonna be them attacking someone I loved in the back, or attempting to, like they did with Sher a couple of weeks back. I didn’t know what they were going to do, so I tried my best to prepare myself for ALL possible scenarios, and I did. All EXCEPT ONE.

The level of confusion has probably just gone up, as the crowd has gone silent now.

Mayhem: What? What is Windsor saying Richie?! What is he talking about?

Trinks: Oh God! He’s so depressed after last week, that he’s started hitting the bottle. The downward spiral has begun, BE STRONG KERRY! BE STRONG! NO RELAPSES!

Kerry paces around the ring, breathing heavily

Kerry Windsor:Maybe it’s a testament to their genius, or maybe I actually did underestimate the lengths they’d go to get the job done, but all I know, is that I need some damn answers. Can the official from last week’s match, please bring his ass out here, RIGHT NOW!

Kerry stands dead center in the middle of the ring, eyeing the entrance ramp with an evil eye. After about a minute or two, the referee from last weeks Main Event slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain, hesitant to make his way to the ring.

Mayhem: The … referee? I am so lost right now Richie.

Trinks: I’m telling ya Magz, he’s either hitting the bottle, or he’s relapsed!

The ref, finally makes it to the ring, and as soon as he steps in, Kerry reaches forward and snatches him up by the shirt.

Kerry Windsor: Now before I say anything further, I want you to take a look at something with me, Roll the damn footage!

Both men direct their attention to the Rev-O-Tron as the ending of last week’s championship match between Windsor and Adams begins to play.

Kerry Windsor: Look, right there, he misses me with the Perdition Plunge, thank God cause that might have killed me. Now look at my resiliency, as I fight through the pain, and catch him with a picture perfect rollup! At NO point, are my shoulders down on that mat. After the 2 count, LOOK, he shifts his weight and REVERSES the pin, but you … Mr. Referee failed to restart the count for Adams. Instead, you slam your hand down ONE time and call for the bell.

The footage stops rolling, and the camera shifts back to the ring, where Windsor still has the referee gripped tightly by the shirt, with his face pressed inches from the refs’.

Kerry Windsor: Now I may not have been doing this for damn near half a century like the British Bomber, but I think I’m pretty clear on the rules. I had Adams down for a two count, but the moment he reversed that pin, the count should have been restarted! The count on my fall, should NOT have counted towards his. So basically, because of YOUR incompetence … Myke Adams stole MY Heavyweight Championship … on a ONE COUNT!

The crowd breaks into an uproar at this revelation. Windsor pushes the referee away from him, and stomps around the ring shaking his head.

Trinks: Oh my God … Maggie … HE’S RIGHT! Myke Adams never pinned him for a three count! The ref failed to restart the count! Technically, the ref awarded the match to Adams after what SHOULD have been a One count! I TOLD YA Kerry knew what he was talking about!

Mayhem: Richie, you just accused the man of hitting the bottle about two minutes ago!

Trinks: LIES!

Kerry finally stops pacing and turns towards the ref again, pointing an accusing finger.

Kerry Windsor: Was it incompetence? Or was it … premeditated? What did they promise you? What did they offer you, to screw me over so badly?

Kerry stalks towards the man who is cowering in the corner now.

The Referee: Th-Th-They didn’t offer me anything Mr. Windsor, I just made an honest to God mistake Mr. Windsor, and I’m sorry.

Kerry Windsor: Sorry? You’re sorry? Your mistake cost me MY Heavyweight Championship, and all you can say is that you’re SORRY? YOU ROBBED ME, AND I WANT MY DAMN BELT BACK, AND I WANT IT BACK RIGHT NOW! Now I don’t care if its Valiant, if its Hessingstock, or anyone else from the Board, but Justice needs to be served here tonight. Myke Adams needs to relinquish MY Heavyweight title, and I’m not leaving this ring until this wrong is corrected!

Almost on cue, before the fans can hang on to every whim, a familiar sound soon begins to play. In fact, it’s quite catchy, too. “Pretender” by Foo Fighters hits and everyone is on their feet. The Commissioner of REVIVAL, makes his triumphant return one week after making the biggest announcement in the history of REVIVAL. His face is one of calm, cool, and collection. Kerry’s face is quite the opposite, red and distorted with rage. As soon as Valiant steps in the ring, he walks over and extends his hand for Kerry to shake. Mr. Windsor refuses and stands there, still fuming. Valiant shrugs and simply reaches out, grabbing Windsor’s microphone. He motions for the fans to hush a little, and brings the microphone up…

Rian Valiant: You and I go way back Kerry. To the early days of this promotion… some months ago. In fact, I was the one who went out and personally signed you to a contract. I was the one who put my faith into you long before these people did--and I was the one who always had your back. If you wanted to face someone, I signed it on the dotted line. You wanted a stipulation? I gave it to ya! And many people asked me then, what I saw in you… to put such blind faith in a flawed individual… and I said, “Kerry Windsor is the man.”

A massive pop blows out over the arena. Rian smirks and Windsor shakes his head in agreement.

Rian Valiant: I mean it. Look at what you’ve done. You Kerry, you’re a goddamn icon in this company. You are our first ever World Heavyweight Champion. You’re practically fuckin’ undefeated. You are the measuring stick this company has now. When Joe Somebody comes in, he has to compare his desire of greatness to you… clear at the bottom, [Valiant points to the toe of his shoe] …that’s the Jackson Ford level. About here, where any other normal measuring stick is [Valiant is about neck level with his hand], You’ve got your Aaron Blaize’s and your Myke Adams’. But here, here at the top… [Valiant extends his hand a foot above his head] This is the Kerry Windsor level. You’re in a whole other echelon of competition man… I saw this in you way back when I first signed you. So for me to see you like this… it hurts. It truly does.

Rian shakes his head, looking down at the mat, his hand placed solemnly on the shoulder of the former World Champion.

Rian Valiant: But you’re right about something Kerry. The incompetence of our officials is astounding. Last week, a referee, our senior referee, Bob Evans… and yes, that is his real name, Bob Evans awarded Myke Adams the World Heavyweight Championship on a one count. A ONE COUNT. Now Bob, how long have you been a referee?

Rian looks at Mr. Evans, the referee in the ring. Bob mouths “twenty years”, and Rian just shakes his head.

Rian Valiant: In your twenty year career as a referee have you ever awarded any competitor a contest with a one count? EVER?

Bob just shakes his head no.

Rian Valiant: Right. So what should I do here? I mean, the right thing… the only thing to do here is to fix the problem.

The crowd is on their feet, the arena ready to explode.

Trinks: Here it comes, Magpie! Here it comes! He’s gonna strip Adams of the World Title and put it right back where it belongs!! Yes!!!! I mean, this is a huge blow to the Anti-Establishment.

Mayhem: Your sympathy is astounding Richie.

Rian Valiant: Bob… you’re fired.

Jaws drop. Everywhere. The face of the referee pales and before you know it, Security has surrounded the ring. And Kerry forces a pleading Bob Evans out of the ring, before the former senior referee is ushered away. Kerry grabs up the microphone from Valiant.

Kerry Windsor: Okay, excellent. I knew you’d do the right thing, Rian. I mean, you’re a man of principles. Somebody like me, who just won’t stand for the injustices of the many. So, let me hear it! Let me hear those lovely seven words…

Rian looks at him, unsure of what he wants to hear…

Kerry Windsor: I’m sorry, I should have been more specific… AND STILL, WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… KERRY WINDSOR!

A massive eruption from the crowd sends the arena into a frenzy. Everyone is on their feet. EVERYONE.

Trinks: They’re begging for it here, and Valiant is just drawing it out.

Mayhem: Judging by the look on Commissioner Valiant’s face, I don’t think everyone is gonna be happy…

Indeed, for on Valiant’s face is not a smile, nor is it a smirk. It’s a look of sympathy, one of regret. Valiant looks for the microphone, but Kerry won’t give it up. So instead, he requests one from the ring crew, and moments later he’s back in the center of the ring.

Rian Valiant: I… I’d love to Kerry, I really would. But I can’t.

Boos reign down from the capacity crowd.

Kerry Windsor: Sure you can. It’s real simple. You just open your mouth and repeat after me: And still World Heavyweight Champion, Kerry Windsor. See, I’ve already said it twice.

Valiant just shakes his head.

Rian Valiant: It’s not that simple, Kerry. You see, in the official charter for REVIVAL Wrestling it states that the decision of all ring officials is final. Meaning I don’t have the authority to do that. I would love to reverse the decision, because in my eyes and in the eyes of every member of the REVIVAL Nation, you’re still our beloved Champion. I just… I just can’t do it. I’m sorry, Kerry.

Rian lowers his microphone, and tells Kerry again. Windsor’s face sours quickly. Kerry takes a menacing step towards Valiant, his face contorted in disbelief. Valiant shakes his head apologetically, while Kerry twitches in rage. Kerry raises the microphone to his mouth and looks ready to say something, when all of a sudden ….

Voice: JESUS H. CHRIST... PLEASE... JUST SHUT... IT... UP!

The booing grows another level at this point, the NEW Revival World Champion steps onto the stage at the entrance now. His face a painted guise much like Batman's famed villain 'The Joker' and his newly acquired 'gold' hanging from his belt line at the waist of his baggy black cargo pants. MYKE ADAMS stands there with a grin under his painted one, one strap of the World title tucked into his pants as it hangs down over the front of his legs [think old school J.Morrison style!] Adams shakes his head, and talks over the sea of jeering now.

Myke Adams: Could you pout any longer tonight, Windsor? Who gives a shit about Violence X and how things went down. We were gassed, you know you were gassed and you know you were beaten. Plain and simple, I don't care if it was a one count, a two count, a friggin six count, a twelve count, or a count all the way to a zillion and five asshole... YOU LOST! GET OVER IT!!!

Valiant steps to the side as Windsor charges over near the ropes by ringside nearest the entrance. He goes to speak into his microphone and go at Adams verbally... But Myke cuts him off much to the crowd's dismay.

Myke Adams: SAVE IT, Mr. Revival... Things have changed, yes they have. All your swagger, your bravado... All the big bold words spewed by Kerry 'the cornerstone' Windsor all shoved down his gullet and force fed back to him in one crowning moment. MY moment, a moment that I will prove through and through again... Bank on that. So excuse me if I must protest all this banter, and cries for attention... Look at yourself Windsor... LOOK AT YOU NOW!!!

Kerry seethes inside the ring, Adams laughing loud enough for his mic to pick it up even over the showering boos from this jam packed arena. He slowly tugs the title from his waist line and drapes it over his left shoulder, tilting his head towards it and nodding now.

Myke Adams: You got your shot to rectify what you wanna claim as a screw job, to prove there is NO way I could best you... Even though I HAVE. You got it... SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Windsor is fed up, he spikes his mic and goes to exit the ring, but Valiant tries to plead his case with the former champion. The crowd loud now as Windsor and Valiant both look back at Adams, stopping their small argument as he smiles wide even under the red smeared smile painted over his face.

Myke Adams: Look at you Mr. Revival... Look at you cry, look at you whine. You're a man whose been beaten. Been had, been BESTED. You said I couldn't get to you, YOU claimed there was no one who could walk along side the greatness of one, Kerry Windsor. And you were absolutely right my friend... absolutely.

The crowd actually gives a pop to this remark, Adams shaking his head as he finishes up with a growling like snarl on the mic.

Myke Adams: There's no one at your level... but there is one above it! See ya tonight... Goodluck with that make shift team of yours.

Adams hoist the title high over his head with his left arm, nodding at the crowd's bitterness over this all. Windsor shoving Valiant back from him as the two glare at one another then down towards Adams. The painted up World champion spitting at the ramp and shaking his head once more before he slowly heads backstage. Now Windsor is really pissed, he mouths off a million miles an hour at Rian Valiant before finally ducking out of the ring and storming for the entrance now... Valiant slowly following suite.

Mayhem: Is Kerry going back there after Myke?!

Trinks: HE BETTER! No one talks to Mr. Revival that way... NOBODY!!!

Mayhem: Well this is certainly going to keep them talking, I can't believe this is even happening.

Trinks: I can, my stomach is still churning.

EVERY DAAAAYYYUMNNN ONE!!!

A voice booms with authority from the P.A. as the lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off as at the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters and Trey Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "REAL." tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the excited crowd.

Stan Hopeford: And coming to the ring now from Brooklyn, New York. He is... THE REAAAL SHOW... TRRRRRREY JORRRRRRDAAAANNNNN!!!

Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he starts slapping fives and tagging hands, as many as he can as he hustles for the ring. Swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and tags a few more hands before hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of excited fans. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, demanding Stan's mic and ushering him quickly from the ring.

Trey Jordan: Stan, my man... Lay off those deep fried PB n Js... aight nug?!

The crowd booms in a decent pop, Trey smirking wide as Stan peers up at him, quickly realizing it was simple jest. Jordan then flashes his bright smile out over the crowd as they give him a decent cheering, his smile quickly leaves as he scowls for a moment and peers down at his feet along the mat.

Trey Jordan: Was the REAL Show the only person watching what just went down?! Was ole Trey J the only pimp in the castle who felt a bitch needed smacked just a moment ago?

He peers up, one brow raised as he allows the mic to point out to pick up whistles and cheers from the crowd. Trey shakes his head and glares down towards the entrance way.

Trey Jordan: You brought the Show here to ensure the just went down McDuck... You didn't tell me you were gonna fold to their will. You didn't say you were gonna let Ronald McDonald and his garter snake run the yard... You said we WOULD toast those pop tarts. Ya remember tha?!

Trey gives a shrug at the entrance... Then waves his index finger with a slightly smirk resurfacing.

Trey Jordan: Excuse the Show, Scrooge McDuck that is a guy you all know as Valiant... Nah me. No after what the REAL Show saw just take place... He isn't sure if he should have ANY faith in Revival Wrestling. Should I?!

The crowd booms again, they scream their lungs out... Trey shakes his head a bit more and glares out over them.

Trey Jordan: Oh I trust in you crazy sickos, I do. And I trust in Mr. Revival, the REAL champion of this psyche-ward. But what about the others? They say they wanna fight, they say they wanna make this so-called change stop... But where are they when the gun fire is going down?

Jordan sneers slightly.

Trey Jordan: Some of them even claim they be the people's choice... Ain't dat right Aimes?! You roll wit my boy Drako... But don't think these people wanna follow you anywhere. You can't even stand up against the softy bitches Blaize and Adams... You walk away like a scared little fraggle bitch. Back under your rock.... So how's about this Revival? How's about Abusement Park finally gets some bodies shoved through the gates?!

The crowd explodes... Jordan raising the mic high to take in their response. He brings it down now and winks slightly into the camera.

Trey Jordan: The people have spoken McDuck... The REAL Show is where they wanna go... So do what ya gots, just make it so!!!

And with that Jordan drops the mic with a thud as DMX cues back over the P.A. Jordan ducks out of the ring with another bright smile and tags hand after hand, after hand along his path for the back.

Mayhem: The REAL Show is putting everyone on notice, demanding that Valiant put him into this game--if he wants to stop any advance on the part of the Anti-Establishment!

Trinks: Scrooge McDuck! Priceless!

The camera zooms in on Jayden Powers coming out of his locker room and into the hallway, preparing himself for his upcoming match. He's in a pretty calm mood at the moment and all pumped up. After having some time to think, he decided to finally let go of what he's been holding on. However, it then changes when Tyler Knight Approaches him.

Jayden Powers: Great... here we go again.

Just standing there Tyler has a sinister smirk on his face as his icy cold green eyes focus purely on Jayden.

Tyler Knight: “Fancy seeing you here. As you probably already know I'm rather happy. You see somehow the charges were dropped so no happy ending for Emma or you. Yet again you've failed as a father how's it feel?

Jayden crosses his arms over, locking his bright green eyes with Tyler's ice cold green ones. He was starting to feel tension building up in himself again, but he still kept his cool.

Jayden Powers: "Are you done rambling, Knight? Because if anyone that's going to make a terrible father is you. There's no way that stupid psychotic slut of yours will make a good mother. Hell, she doesn't even know the definition of it. If you were smart, you would lock her up in a mental hospital in the first place. She needs serious help."

You can see it on Tyler's face that he isn't to happy about Jayden slagging off Kaori. His mouth curls up like a dogs with his teeth showing like a dog ready to bite.

Tyler Knight: “Your know when I'm finished bitch! I'll be a damn good father because unlike you I'll protect my kid from any harm. As for Kaori you best shut your mouth while you still can. Keep running it like you're now I'll break your damn jaw. Talking about mother's where is Emma's mother? Oh that's right she is off earning money sleeping with guys like Theodore Drake!”

A very sickening smirk appears on Tyler's face, his staring right at Jayden and it's clear to see that his trying to piss him off.

However, that right here ended up causing Jayden to snap as he throws a punch at Tyler's face.

Jayden Powers: "Shut up now!"

This just made Tyler's head snap to the side but his trademark twisted smirk appears on his face as he just looks at Jayden.

Tyler Knight: “Going to take a lot more then that to shut me up. I take it what I said about Emma's mother is right then? Or is it the fact that her mother cheated on you? Wait maybe it's because her mother is just some cheap whore who run away from your sorry ass!”

Standing there mockingly poking his chin out for Jayden to have another go Tyler smirks.

However, instead of a punch this time, Jayden does a spin kick to his jaw which ended up knocking him back quite a bit. The Undead Chaos has now snapped once Tyler has mentioned about his personal life as he goes after The Knightmare for another blow.

This time though Tyler doesn't just stand there and let him have a third attempt off knocking him on his ass. He dodges the blow and hits Jayden with a roundhouse kick followed up by a swinging back fist to even the hit score up. Now backing off a little Tyler just stands there smirking at Jayden knowing how his got in to his head.

Tyler Knight: “Well looks like you have some anger issues there buddy. It's okay I'm sure Uncle Tyler can tell Emma about how much of a whore her mother was. Might be best to tell her but then again they do say mother like daughter.”

With out warning Jayden clotheslines Tyler to the floor and gets to his knees as he starts laying punches in to Tyler who is still smirking. After about four or five punches Tyler blocks one and uses his feet to push Jayden back and gets to his feet. Tyler now sweeps Jayden's feet from beneath him and starts punching him.

As the punches between the both of them continue, security is immediately summoned over to break them apart. It was taking several guys or so to finally break them apart from each other. Jayden is still raging quite a bit from the brawl.

Jayden Powers: "I'll knock you out at the ring!"

Although still having to be held back by security Tyler was not raging as much as what Jayden was but was trying to wind Jayden up more.

Tyler Knight: “You try that but I'm pretty sure your be the bitch yet again as you tap out in the middle of that damn ring. I would watch out for Emma if I was you though, wouldn't want her being a prostitute like her mother is now would you?”

Jayden doesn't answer that time. As he is still being held back by security, he just shakes his head and walks away, not bothering to fight back, so he can save it for the ring.

Security begin to disappear now as Tyler just stands there smirking as his icy cold eyes stare down at Jayden walking off. Before Tyler decides to walk off in the opposite direction he makes a gun with his fingers and shoots it at Jayden.

Mayhem: Tyler Knight is pushing Powers' buttons. I can't wait for Knight to get what is coming to him...

Trinks: Exactly! Unless you have proof, like a receipt or herpes, you best be able to back up your claims that somebody is a whore!

Mayhem: That's fluffin' horrible, Richie!

Trinks: It is what it is, and it's surely me! Haha!

Mayhem: And it’s time for the highly anticipated tag-team match teaming four of REVIVAL’s up and coming stars of tomorrow against each other.

Trinks: I’m not impressed, because half of them acted like they don’t even want to be here!

Mayhem: What are you going on about, Richie?

Trinks: They’re very unbecoming of a possible champion, it’s all I’m saying. Some of them lack class, baby.

“Pretender” by Foo Fighters hits and everyone is on their feet.

Mayhem: What is Commissioner Valiant doing out here, Richie?

Trinks: If I knew, I wouldn’t share it because he could fire me, Magpie.

Mayhem: Thanks for your help, Richie.

Trinks: Any time…

Indeed it is so, as the Commissioner of REVIVAL, Rian Valiant, is standing atop the entrance stage right under the REV-O-Tron. A look of contemplation is on his face, and an official REVIVAL microphone is in his hand.

Rian Valiant: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that two of our scheduled superstars were unable to make it to the arena. I’m told a weekend of partying and drinking was involved, but hey, I guess we know who really wants to be here. Which is why, until further notice… Riot and Juan Ramirez are officially and indefinitely suspended. Until those two can prove to me and prove to you, the REVIVAL Nation, that they want their jobs, they’re benched.

The crowd is booing, unsure of what to make of the situation.

Trinks: Told ya Maggie.. I told ya!

Commissioner Valiant holds his hand up into the air, motioning for the crowd to settle down.

Rian Valiant: Which is why tonight, in the place of a highly anticipated tag-team contest, Tyler Knight will compete against Jayden Powers for a chance to face the PRIMETIME Champion, whomever that may be, NEXT WEEK, LIVE ON VIOLENCE!

A massive pop is heard, damn near blowing the arena’s roof clean off! The Commissioner smiles and nods his head in approval, before turning and walking to the back.

Mayhem: Holy hell! On the heels of two suspensions, Rian Valiant has tossed an opportunity at championship gold right in the laps of Powers and Knight!

Trinks: As if their rivalry needed championship gold tossed in the mix, now their personal vendetta will turn into a professional one!

Mayhem: The Commish is back, baby!

Trinks: Hey… that’s my line!

“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.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, standing six-feet-and-one-inches tall, he is the KNIGHTMARE… he is TYLER KNIGHT!!!

Now making his way down the ramp still with the same sickening smirk, 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.

The theme song “Blood” by Papa Roach along with lights flashing blue and pale green giving an apocalypse effect, several people rise up on the entrance stage dressed as zombies. As the zombie dance was happening, the lights dim for a split moment until an explosion comes in.

You better watch out
You don't know what's goin' on around you
You better think twice
Before you fly off the handle and lose it
You better join us
Before you get lost in the shuffle
You've gotta rise against
The demons that were gonna try and hold you down

Jayden Powers then appeared in the center with zombie effects make up on his face that went with his chaotic attire which consisted of a bloody leather jacket with a ripped black muscle shirt underneath, blood-stained jeans with holes in it, and combat boots. He makes his way down the ramp while the crowd had a mixture of cheers and boos, but it seemed to lean more towards the boos.

Does it run in your blood
To betray the ones you love
Does it run in your blood
To betray the ones you love
The ones you love
The ones you love
The ones you

As it reached “Love” he throws his hands high in the air as if he was reaching for the moon for the moment. He then removes his bloody-like jacket, tossing it aside as the song fades.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, he is the UNDEAD CHAOS… HE IS JAYDEN POWERS!!

Mayhem: Jayden Powers has been pushed around for weeks, and tonight, he’s gonna get a welcomed chance at vengeance!

Trinks: Powers gonna knock him the fluff out, Magpie!

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the referee calls for the bell, Powers runs in and goes after the slightly bigger man in front of him. Blows to the face from his forearm send Knight stumbling back into the corner. And Powers is relentless, too. From his forearm to his hand, Powers just starts laying into the Knightmare! Left, right, left, right, left, right… finally, the referee gets in between the two, Powers is pushed forward.

Mayhem: Powers really looking to destroy the Knightmare!

Trinks: He’d do us all a favor if he did…

Knight hunches over, trying to catch his breath and collect himself after such a vicious attack, but Powers runs in and nails an impressive front missile dropkick! Knight flings further into the corner before walking out a few steps, and falling straight on his ass! The crowd is on fire, cheering Jayden Powers to no end! Powers walks in and starts stomping away on Knight, one, two… four, five… eight, nine… and the referee finally forces him back, but Powers is quick and runs in with a highly vicious toe kick to the skull! Knight’s eyes go blank before he falls forward to the mat. Powers is quick to drop for the cover.

One…
Two…

NO! Knight kicks out, and rolls out of the ring.

Trinks: Knight showing some ring savvy by sliding out of the ring.

Mayhem: Tyler Knight has barely had time to breathe, with Jayden Powers on him like a vulture attacking a carcass!

Powers quickly slides out of the ring to chase after Knight, who is aware of the impending doom. As Powers approaches, Knight lets a right hand fall a little south of the abdomen, unbeknownst to the referee. Powers lets out a horrible cry, and Knight is back in the game. Tyler picks Powers up by the hair, him having fallen to a knee after the crotch-shot. Tyler forces Jayden with his back against the ring apron, before he lays in hard with a knife-edge chop to the chest! The crowd, not at all behind Knight, still can’t help but let out a collective “WOOOOOO”.

Mayhem: Shades of Ric Flair…

Trinks: I prefer my shades in a grey tone…

Mayhem: Perv.

Once more, Knight lets out a knife-edge chop that could rival many of the ring greats of yester-year. The referee of course, is admonishing both men from inside the ring, having already reached a three count. Knight just flips him the bird, before throwing another chop at Powers! But Powers’ eyes bulge and he lays a couple forearm shots into Knight’s face, sending the Knightmare stumbling back. Powers shakes the small amount of cobwebs away and runs at Knight, but Knight picks him up and sends him chest first onto the barricade!

Trinks: That had to fluffing hurt, Magpie!

Mayhem: Knight is showing his vicious side here tonight.

The referee has hit the six count now, hoping to corral this brawl back into the ring! But Knight just stomps at Powers body, laying a few boots to the head and a few boots to the already tender chest! As the referee hits eight, Knight finally realizes that a double count out won’t help his case for a shot at the PRIMETIME Championship, so he quickly scoops Powers up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in just after.

Trinks: Smart move by The Knightmare, Mags. He realizes that if he wants that title shot, he has to beat him in the ring!

Knight drops a knee to the back of Powers’ head, sending the “Undead Chaos” back to his face, a cry of pain bellowing from within him! Knight slowly pulls him up, and takes his leg, dropping another knee to the back of the head with a vicious smile! The referee reprimands him, but again, Knight just flips him the bird!

Mayhem: A very anti-authority attitude from the Knightmare, Tyler Knight.

Knight bends down and picks up Powers, pulling him to the center of the ring. Knight looks around and scoffs at all of Powers’ supporters, chanting his name. He just laughs to himself before hoisting up Jayden and looking to deliver a very devastating Death Valley Driver! But somehow, in mid-swing, Powers counters and pulls him into a very tight headlock, falling to the ground. Knight screams out, his arms in front of him, but Powers isn’t through… he leans in and starts biting at Tyler Knight’s flesh! Knight screams out in pain, the referee unsure of what to do!

Mayhem: Jayden Powers with the Blood Bath, ladies and gentlemen. If your squeamish, you may want to turn away…

Trinks: Jayden Powers is of course a graduate of the Mike Tyson School of Fighting…

Mayhem: Touché, Richie. Touché!

The referee pulls Powers off from Knight, blood flowing from both the mouth of Powers and the forehead of Knight! Knight is rolling around, screaming in pain. Powers eyes are full of anger and revenge, and he looks like a ravenous dog that just had his first taste of blood. Powers runs over and pulls at Knight’s mane, but Knight lets out a huge kick, that sends Powers stumbling to his feet. Knight pulls himself to his feet, and Powers gets to his knees and turns around, and WHAM!

Trinks: SILENT KNIGHT OUT OF NO WHERE!

Tyler Knight, bloodied, makes the cover.

One…
Two…
Three!!!

The referee calls for the bell, and Tyler raises to his feet.

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of this contest, and competing for the PRIMETIME Championship next week, live on VIOLENCE… TYLER KNIGHT!!!

Mayhem: This match was extremely personal, and extremely violent after that vicious mauling by Jayden Powers!

Trinks: Jayden Powers has been tormented by Tyler Knight for weeks, he’s lucky he only bit at his forehead…

As Knight makes his way to the back, the sick son of a bitch reaches up and taps at his forehead, causing more blood to flow. He looks down at his hand and licks the blood off, smiling at the taste of it. Powers is coming to, and looks up to see him. His face is full of pure hatred, mouthing “We’re not done”.

[REVIVAL]

We head backstage to the locker room of The British Bomber, he is sat there, head bowed, mumbling to himself in his own little world.

Mayhem: I think Bomber has lost the plot Richie....

Trinks: I think Aaron Blaize has mentally hurt Bomber with the beatings...

Bomber got to his feet and went to exit the locker room, he opened up the door and went to leave but was stopped dead in his tracks. To his left, down the hall, Xaria was spotted gliding along the floor with a pair of pink wheelies. Her hair was styled into two long braids tied with pink ribbons.

Bomber: What the..... I thought she was done here?

Bomber just stands there watching Xaria before she came to a halt in front of him. She looked up at him for a moment before she shook her head.

Xaria Linette: Sorry. I'll get out of the way...

She was about to floor-glide away before he grabbed her arm.

Bomber: No, wait, I could really use somebody to talk to right now.... please.

She looked back at him and tilted her head.

Linette: You're willing to talk to me? Me, the "traitor" of the Resistance? Why?

He shook his head.

Bomber: Xaria please, I have nobody, somebody is ripping my life to shreds, and for what? I don’t know.

She looked him in the eye, perhaps trying to see if he was being honest. A moment later, she parted her lips, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Linette: ...it's a good thing I'm a guardian angel, one who is willing to help those in need.

Bomber turned back into his locker room and held the door for Xaria, she followed him in, he closed the door behind her and took a seat.

Bomber: It’s all just starting to take its toll on me, Blaize is getting to me, LaRoux is now trying to play games, then I got some crazy ass who is ruining my life, I just don’t know what to do, I even thought about giving all this up.

She had decided to stand, listening to everything he had to say. She did happen to notice the growing tension between him and Blaize, then of course there was LaRoux and the attack he suffered. After she sat down next to him, she placed a hand on his right shoulder.

Linette: Monsieur, throwing away your life, in any way, shape or matter, is wrong.

He shook his head again.

Bomber: You don’t understand, nobody does. My daughter won’t talk to me any more, my relationship with Holli has gone, all because somebody has it in for me. I don’t want to, but this has got far too personal.

Bomber gets up and paces around.

Bomber: Whoever is doing this will pay, I’ll find out who it is, and I will make them suffer, messing with me is one thing, but my personal life away from the ring, that’s another.

We fade out as Xaria looks on at Bomber.

Trinks: Bomber's life is crumbling down around him... and I think whoever is responsible will surely pay for their crimes!

Mayhem: Nice recap there, Captain Obvious.

Within one of the backstage halls, Rosalyn Pryce walks alone, dressed in a fashionable blue spaghetti strap dress decorated with white ribbons. Her blue Converse sneakers step along the floor before her movements suddenly stop. Her blue eyes widen for a brief moment before they narrow.

Rosalyn Pryce: ...uh, do you mind? You’re standing in front of my mom’s locker room door. Move.

The camera pans up and reveals Darius Jensen standing in between the teenage painter and the door. He brings his hands together in front of him and offers her an off-kilter smile.

Darius Jensen: My apologies, sweet child. I believed that this was the best way to finally meet you in the flesh.

He tilts his head and his eyes make contact with hers.

Darius Jensen: For an illegitimate soul, you are quite the reflection of both of your parents.

Such a remark makes her roll her eyes and fold her arms across her chest.

Rosalyn Pryce: Of course, comment on my supposed illegitimacy. That’s so original... if you’re trying to piss me off, you gotta do far better than that.

Darius Jensen: Now why would I want to do such a thing? I wanted to meet you for the purpose of helping you open your eyes.

His smile widens and he separates his hands from each other, settling them back down to his sides.

Darius Jensen: Tell me, artistic one. Do you love your mother and father? Do they love you?

She raises an eyebrow when the questions are presented to her, but she doesn’t hesitate to give him her response.

Rosalyn Pryce: Of course I love my parents; they mean the world to me. And of course they love me; they’re willing to sacrifice themselves for my well-being.

Darius Jensen: Ah, exactly what I expected to hear from you. However, you must understand that the “love” you believe they give you... it is nothing but deception. Your prodigal mind sees their true colors, does it not?

He extends his right hand towards her. She gives it a sharp glance before she takes a step back and shakes her head.

Rosalyn Pryce: Sorry, but whatever mind game you’re playing, you need to drop it. I’m too smart to fall for it. My parents love me.

Darius Jensen: Perhaps your mother does, but your father? He abandoned the both of you as soon as he found out she was pregnant with you, or did you forget about that?

He sees her tense up and his smile grows eerie. Taking a step towards her makes her take a step away from him. He pauses and slightly shakes his head.

Darius Jensen: Do not be afraid of me. Do not be afraid of the truth. I wish to set you free from the wires of lies wrapped around you.

He contemplates taking another step forward, but when she suddenly puts her fists up, ready to defend herself, he chuckles.

Darius Jensen: Please don’t do that, little lady. I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you; I’m not a fool.

She doesn’t let her guard down, standing her ground.

Rosalyn Pryce: You don’t know me, my parents, or the bond we have. Get the hell out of my sight.

He tilts his head and the left corner of his lips curl up.

Darius Jensen: As you wish. Should you need solace from the emotional anguish that is to come, please find me. I will not reject you as your father did when you were within your mother’s womb. I’m only offering you... friendship.

Without another word, the Messenger of Hell leers deviously, turns and walks away. She watches him until he disappears around the corner. Once he does, she shivers, shakes her head and quietly enters her mother’s locker room.

Mayhem: That dude is seriously creepy.

Trinks: Silence of the Lambs creepy... or Devil's Advocate creepy?

Mayhem: Devil's Advocate, Richie. Devil's Advocate!

The camera cuts to the backstage area where former Revival Wrestling Heavyweight champion Kerry Windsor, is pacing back and forth, still seething and furious over the events that happened earlier in the night.

Kerry Windsor: So THIS is how he thanks me? Not giving me back my title, tossing me in A fatal 4-way for my title with 3 men that despise me? This BS 8-man tag match? This is the Fucking THANKS I GET!

In a fit of rage, Kerry grabs a nearby garbage can and hurls it, it's contents spilling all over the floor. Then he furiously pounds his fists up against the wall, releasing an anguished and resonating growl in the process. He rests his head on the wall, in between raised arms, when the sound of a soft chuckle is heard behind him. Windsor spins around, coming face-to-face with The Viper, Aaron Blaize, the crowd heard booing instantly. Windsor immediately balls his fists, ready to fight, but Blaize has other plans.

Kerry Windsor: What in the hell do you want?

Aaron Blaize: Whoa, whoa, whoa... calm down. I'm not here looking for a fight, Windsor... contrary to popular belief... I'm actually here to talk... so put those away and take a deep breath...

Kerry looks on, skeptical, but finally lowers his fists, deciding to trust Blaize at face value. Blaize's face contorts from glee to anger in a few seconds.

Aaron Blaize: You know, Windsor... life deals you shitty hands. First, you lose your woman... then, your title, and now, you get nothing but roadblocks hurled in your way. It's like I've always said... you get nothing... NOTHING... by throwing your lot in with people like them.

The crowd is still heard booing as Blaize's voice hisses with venom at every chance. He sneers a bit now as he continues on, Kerry seen listening intently at this point, one eyebrow seen raised up.

Kerry Windsor: And I take it, throwing my lot in with people like you is much better huh?

Kerry casts a mocking smirk.

Aaron Blaize: This war you're waging... this whole, facade you put, this mask you wear... it isn't becoming... at all. Tell me something, would they even CARE if you disappeared from Revival entirely, or would they just move onto the next "champion for the cause," ready to take arms up against the Anti-Establishment and their change?

Windsor glares at the ground now, pondering over the words that Aaron has said to him, looking at his hands as Blaize shakes his head.

Aaron Blaize: I'm not here to twist your arm, Windsor... I'm merely offering you a solution. Do what needs to be done... EMBRACE it. If and when you do... you'll see that all along, you had us pegged all wrong... and maybe... just maybe... you'd actually like it.

Windsor glares back up at Blaize, his eyes narrowing with anger and hatred as he looks into the deep, blue eyes of his assailant of late. Blaize holds his hands in the air innocently, a coy smile crossing his face.

Aaron Blaize: Think about it. Oh... and good luck out there tonight, "champ," I think you'll need it a lot more than we will...

Blaize casually turns and walks away leaving Kerry to contemplate his words. Once Blaize is out of sight, Kerry simply shakes his head, and runs his hand through his hair. His expression unreadable.

Kerry Windsor: Maybe … he has a point.

The crowd can be heard letting out sounds of surprise and shock at Kerry’s admission.

Kerry Windsor:I guess we’ll just have to see.

Kerry shakes his head once again, looking completely puzzled as he exits the scene. The camera then cuts back to ringside.

Mayhem: What did we just see? Aaron Blaize … reaching out to Kerry Windsor?

Trinks: Blaize is trying to wrap Kerry up in those strings, but Kerry won’t fall for it! He can’t!

Mayhem: Richie … if Kerry Windsor embraces change, what will that mean for Revival?

Trinks: Disaster Maggie … disaster.

The camera's take us to the gorilla area just behind the curtain of the Revival Arena, where Ethan Teller is stood waiting for the start of his match. The crowd can be heard just on the other side of the curtain as Teller hops impatiently from foot to foot waiting for his music to hit. As he stands there waiting, a figure appears behind him and as he steps from the shadows it becomes clear that it's Tyler Knight. He taps Teller on the shoulder and for the second time in as many weeks Teller half jumps in fight, adopting a defensive stance before realising who it is.

Ethan Teller: "Jesus fucking Christ, didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people like that?!"

Knight just smirks knowing full well that he is the king of sticking to the shadows when he needs to.

Tyler Knight: “Sorry dude just wanted to come see if you was ready for that bald fucker Alex Drake.”

Teller smirks as he loosens up again, nodding before beginning to speak.

Ethan Teller: "Fuck yeah man, I got this in the bag. That bald English fuck rag isn't gonna know what hit him."

Liking what he hears he nods at Ethan before he replies.

Tyler Knight: “Right bro, go out there and win and later meet me for a drink to celebrate you being Primetime Champion.”

He pats Ethan on the shoulder before disappearing in to the shadows as quickly as he appeared from them. Teller smiles to himself at the idea of becoming the Primetime champion before turning back to the curtain and putting his game face on. He cracks his neck on both sides before taking a couple of deep breaths as the scene cuts.

Trinks: Such an odd fellowship is forming between those two...

Mayhem: I'll say. Who would have guessed, huh?

The scene takes us backstage where Edgar is frantically opening doors, peering through, seemingly searching for something. He throws open a staff door, with two referees inside going over some details and watching the feed of the show on a small television set.

Edgar: Have you seen Alex Drake?

Both men look at each other, then turn to Edgar and shake their heads.

Edgar: Damnit. Thanks for your time anyways.

Edgar storms off in another direction, still searching for Alex. He continues this process a couple of more times, asking passer-bys if they have seen the Primetime champion. Everyone seems to be in agreement. no one has seen Alex Drake. Finally, Edgar storms back to his own locker-room, where Alex is sitting on a couch in room, bottle of scotch half-empty in his hand, championship belt across his waist.

Edgar: Alex, do you realize you have a match in less than five minutes?

Alex Drake: Piss off. I'm enjoying a drink before it starts.

Edgar: A drink, you've drank the half the damn bottle!

Alex Drake: Like I said, a drink. What's it matter? Teller's a bum. Won't need to be sober to beat him. So, I'm celebrating early. Now, jog off. I'll go when I please...

Alex turns back to his bottle, smiles, and takes a deep gulp with the scene fading back to the announcers at ringside.

Trinks: So... It seems like our next match is going to be a lot of fun to watch, because one of the men can't even stay sober enough to come to the ring on time! What an awesome representation of a champion here in Revival Wrestling...

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen, this following match up is set for one fall and is for the Revival Primetime Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...

The house lights cut 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: Hailing from New York City, he weighed in tonight at two hundred thirty four pounds - ETHAN TELLER!

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.

Mayhem: HUGE match right here Richie!

Trinks No kiddin' momma, WILD match for the title upcoming!

COME ON IT STARTS RIGHT NOW!

The opening rift of "Breathing" blasts over the PA system as the lights in the arena begin flashing crimson and gold. The fans begin booing immediately following the known entrance of Alex "The Dragon" Drake. Images of glory days gone by pass on the jumbo screen, with flashing images of a dragon soaring through the air.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, he is the Revival Primetime Champion...he...is...Alex...Drake!!

Alex steps out onto the entrance ramp with his arms down at his side, one empty one with a bottle of Jameson. He takes a swig of the Jameson and slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. Halfway down, he pauses, takes a swig, and sprays it into the face of a nearby fan. He takes another swig for himself, smashes the bottle on the entrance ramp, and runs down the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. Alex goes to one knee, then leaps to his feet.

The crowd are indifferent to both men, not making much noise to start with as they circle one another. Ethan takes a swipe at Drake, Drake ducks out of the way, staggering a slight from the alcohol intake before Teller runs in and ducks low, grabbing the legs of Drake and taking him down to the mat with an MMA inspired double leg takedown. Teller takes a shot, a hard right, followed by another then another a the crowd actually cheers him before the referee pulls him from Drake. Drake just about gets to his feet, as Teller runs in again, leaping onto him this time with a Lou Thesz press.

Mayhem: Teller here, showing a LOT of passion towards getting hold of that title...

Trinks: No kiddin'!

Teller transitions sideways from the press when on the floor into a quick lateral press.

One...

Kickout quickly by Drake who quickly rolls to his feet. The two stand and lock up quickly in the centre of the ring, Drake managing to get the upper hand this time as pulls Teller in from the roman greko lock into a side headlock before he drags Teller down to the mat. He launches in a small punch to the side of the head, before applying more pressure around the neck. Teller rolls off to the right suddenly but Drake keeps him locked in place, Drake however feels an elbow in his gut as Ethan manages to battle free. Ethan backs of against the ropes now, gathering speed. Clothesline from Drake, no, Ethan ducks it, Ethan bounces off the second rope, CROSS BODY...NO! Drake catches him and aims to throw him overhead with a fall away slam, but NO, it's countered as Ethan slides off the shoulders quickly and lands behind Drake. Ethan shoves the champion, and Drake crashes into the ropes. Ethan sprints in, clothesline, no, Drake elevates him up and over but Ethan lands on the apron! Ethan taps Drake on the shoulder and then leaps onto the top rope. He latches himself around Drakes head, Drake catches him though and elevates him upwards. Drake catches him, Samoan drop...NO, Teller slides from the shoulder and drops behind Drake, pulling him down into a quick sunset flip.

One...
T...

Drake rolls backwards and back to his feet. Drake sprints in suddenly just as Teller gets to his feet and drops his challenger with a VICIOUS clothesline! The crowd roar in boos as Drake pulls Teller into the centre of the ring.

One...
T...

Shoulder up by Teller.

Mayhem: Amazing match right here, so back and forth, I have no idea who could walk out with this one!

Trinks: Miss Mayhem, let me tell you a story; I like this boy, Drake. He's vicious, like a pirate. Now old papa Trinks was a pirate. He was a badass pirate...

Mayhem: I've seen the picture of him Richie, just because he wore an eyepatch, doesn't make him a pirate...

Trinks: It's close enough damnit!

Drake attempts to pull Teller to his feet, using his hair to do so. Teller has other ideas though as he buries his elbow clearly into the gut of Drake. Drake lets go quickly and Teller follows up by leaping backwards...PELE KICK! The crowd ROARS with chants of 'THIS IS AWESOME!" as both men crumble to the mat. The referee begins to count as neither man starts to move...

One...
Two...
Three...

Neither man is moving.

Four...
Five...
Six...

Teller begins to move, rolling up to his feet as Drake uses the ropes to get to his feet. Teller sprints in, Drake ducks down and again Teller lands on the apron, Drake runs in this time, Teller manages to flip upside down using the ropes and BLASTS Drake in the skull with an incredible kick!

Mayhem: What a kick from the challenger!

Trinks: Wait, you've seen a picture of papa Trinksy?

Teller quickly hops up to the top rope. Drake slowly gets up to his feet, Teller takes a leap, FLYING CROSSBODY...NO! Drake catches him CLEANLY on his shoulders and immediately leaps forwards, CRUSHING Teller as he smashes him between the canvas and his shoulders with a reverse rolling Samoan drop! Drake drops down, quick cover.

One...
Two...
Thr...! Kick out!

Drake sits up in disbelief as the referee calls it a two and a half. He begins to scream at the ref, adamant it should have been a win...TELLER FROM BEHIND, ROLL UP!!

Mayhem: New champion! Teller with a roll up!

Trinks: Tellers gunna do it right here!

One...
Two...
Thr! Kickout!

Teller rolls backwards and up to his feet quickly, as does Drake. Drake sprints in towards Teller, the challenger however ducks down and slides between the legs of Drake, Drake turns around, boot to the gut! Teller quickly hooks his leg over the top of Drake...

Mayhem: Teller! Looking for the fortune teller!

Trinks: If you dun tell me where you saw the picture of papa Trinksy, I'll tell your future...danger!

Mayhem: While I was doing your mom Trinks! Holy...he hit it! New champ! New champ!

Trinks: PLEASE don't tell me you just owned me...not cool mamma!

Teller quickly goes for the cover...

One...

Mayhem: The pin! New champ!

Trinks: humph....

Two...
THREE!!

Teller stands suddenly, a large smile on his face as he's handed his new championship.

Stan Hopeforth: And HERRRRE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWWWW REVIVAL PRIIIMETIIIME CHAMPION...ETHAN...TELLER!!

Mayhem: Holy hell! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

Trinks: But... but I was really starting to enjoy Alex Drake as our PRIMETIME Champion!

Mayhem: You literally just said sarcastically how he was the perfect example of a champion...

Trinks: That wasn't sarcasm! He was the perfect example of a champion! Alex Drake deserves a damn rematch! I'm going to Twitter and my followers will make it happen! Rematch! Rematch! Rematch!

[REVIVAL]

Violence cuts backstage to a corridor where Ben Hanson and Sheree Washington are walking hand in hand. They're making small talk about the main event tonight as they turn the corner, where they're confronted by 'The Deviant' herself, Sydney Laroux.

Ben Hanson: Syd...

Sydney LaRoux: Ben...

You could cut the tension with a knife as the two superstars step up to one another. The friendly expression immediately fades from Ben's face as he glares at one of his many opponents tonight. Laroux steps closer, getting right into Hanson's face with her devilishly confident grin.

Sheree Washington: Don't start anything before the match, Ben.

Neither competitor backs down immediately; it takes about five seconds for Hanson to step away as Syd laughs.

Sydney LaRoux: You're in for a world of pain tonight.

No response from Hanson, however, as he's lead away in the direction he was going. The camera remains on Sydney Laroux as she grins to herself momentarily before exiting the scene.

Trinks: She can be a total bitch sometimes...

Mayhem: When people bring up your personal life Richie, you have every right to be a total bitch.

We cut into the back to see Samuel Hessingstock walking from the locker room area to the stage. Jessica King appears from around a corner and catches up to him quickly, shouting "Sam! Sam!" as she does so. He turns towards her...

Jessica King: Thanks for stopping...Sam. Sam, as a member of the board of directors, you HAVE to have-...

Hess: Have news on who the other board members are? Have news on who is going to be released? Have news on who is going to face Adams in the main event of our next big event? Maybe I do. Maybe I know all of the above, maybe I don't. Thing is, it doesn't matter what I know in comparison to what I'm going to do tonight.

Jessica King: and that is...?

Hess: Jess, tonight I make a statement. I take out Darius in the same fashion I took out Jackson Ford and then...then I turn my focus onto the anti-establishment. Now tonight there's a huge tag match with 8 people involved, one of whom being my sydney siding with the anti-established and Alyx St. Croix. That match starts to define this war indefinitely and it's a match I'll definitely be watching; after all, Sydney and Alyx have decisions to make after this; whether they can trust their teammates for a start. After they've made their choices, I'll make mine as to who I make my first full target within Revival.

But first though, Darius...tonight I will prove my saying true and tonight I will show you that you really are NOTHING MORE THAN A PUPPET IN...MY...PATH towards the anti-establishment.

Sam smiles into the camera before walking away from the young female interviewer and towards the entrance pit.

Trinks: The Scorpion appears to be a man on a mission... and that mission is Myke Adams!

Mayhem: This may be the only time Myke Adams has a target on him that doesn't revolve around the newly acquired World Championship!

A camera is zoomed in on Darius Jensen’s nameplate. Slowly, it zooms out as the sound of shuffling is heard from the other side of the door. The door opens and Darius steps out, dressed in his ring attire, and he nods at the camera.

Darius Jensen: I do believe it’s almost time to deliver to Mr. Hessingstock a message from Hell...

Chelsea Pryce: Hey creepy fucker.

He looks to the left and smiles. The camera turns to where he is looking, revealing Chelsea Pryce in a stylish green blouse, dark plum-colored jeans and black high heels. She’s quick to get up in his face, though not making physical contact.

Chelsea Pryce: This is your first and last warning-- stay away from my daughter.

Jensen smirks. He raises his hand up to Pryce’s face to brush her cheek but she quickly swats his hand away.

Chelsea Pryce: Try that again and I’ll break your hand.

Darius Jensen: Now now, no need for such hostilities. When the time comes, I won’t need to come to your daughter. You have nothing to worry about, my dear. If I were you, I’d be more concerned about your failures as a mother. Now please, I have more urgent matters to attend to.

With that, the Dark One raises his chin and looks away down the hall. He begins walking to the arena where his match is about to begin, leaving Chelsea Pryce with a stonecold look of anger and concern.

Mayhem: Seriously, old dude is fluffing creepy! Gives me chills!

Trinks: Want my jacket?

Mayhem: And look like Big Bird? No thanks, Richie. I'll stay with the creeped out chills.

Trinks: -under breath- Bitch...

Mayhem: Excuse me?

Trinks: -nervously- I said... I said I have an itch... This yellow tux is quite itchy...

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Heading out to the ring first...

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.

Stan Hopeforth: He is 'Hell's Messenger'... HE... IS... DAAAAARIUS JEEEEENNNNNNSONNN!!!

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. 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.

Trinks: This guy is whacko to the maxo.

Mayhem: Whatever that even means, he does own himself a title chance sometime in the near future. We could be looking at the next one to chase LaRoux for the Legacy strap.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from OxFord, England.... THE SCORPION... SAAAAMUELLL HESSSSSSINGSTOCKKKK!!!

Click.

The arena is plunged into darkness as a bright white scorpion flickers over the giant screen in the background. A light yet epic intro is played over the speakers as the crowd begins to cheer. A heavy guitar riff with thickly layered on bass drums kicks in over the top. The music pauses for just a few seconds...

"While my hands are tied behind my back, you save the best and put me to last, I'm giving up on giving you my heart!"

Hessingstock arrives from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and green neon lasers which dart wildly. He smiles wildly as he turns around on the stage and looks up at the sky, walking backwards as he does. Suddenly he swings back on his heel, spinning a full one hundred and eighty before focusing fully on the ring. He stops, nods, then SPRINTS down to the ring, the hood of his jacket flailing on the top of his head as he does so. Sam now slides under the bottom rope, and lingers for a second before hopping up to his feet, where he sprints toward a turnbuckle. He throws his arms outwards, then raises them up a little, before flicking the hood off with his index finger. He proceeds to hop from the ropes and unzip the jacket as he makes his way over to the other side, where he throws the jacket down to the mat. The crowd explodes in jeers however as Jenson attacks on the spot and runs Hess down with a vicious back elbow!

DING! DING!

Trinks: BACKSTABBER!

Mayhem: Darius did get the jump on things in there.

Jenson is on the move as he wrenches Sam by his wrist and twist Hessingstock's right arm behind him. PLOW a forearm connects and staggers Hess face first into the ropes where he bounces out and right into a vicious, and quick German Suplex from Darius Jenson! Darius rolls from the impact and gets his feet under him, stalking around as he allows a now semi-stunned Hess to stagger upright as well. Darius charges in just as Sam gets up and brings out more booing as he crunches Hess back down with a vicious swinging neckbreaker!

Trinks: The Scorpion sure is getting squashed in there, guess Jackson Ford wasn't as good of a tune up match as Sammy boy thought.

Mayhem: Darius Jenson is looking to prove something you can see it in those eyes of his!

Jenson now comes up to his knees and tugs Sam to a seat, he latches on a wildly modified Dragon Sleeper. The crowd chanting, cheering on for Hess but Sam is caught up tight. His feet flop, his arms flailing as Jenson wrenches with his teeth showing wide in a large demonic grin. He wrenches with all he's got as Sam suddenly bounces on his rear, and both men go a foot toward the ropes...

Trinks: What is Hess trying to do? Look at him bounce!

Mayhem: I think he's attempting to get to the corner there Rich!

Darius attempts to keep his sleeper locked tight, but Hessingstock bounces on his rear twice more and then gets his feet onto the turnbuckles. The referee comes in to break the Dragon Sleeper but the crowd explodes as somehow Sam walks his feet up the buckles and flips his body up and over Darius! Jenson loses his grip and is quickly snatched up by Sam as Hess comes flying around and reverses the Dragon Sleeper into a wild Reversed DDT!

Trinks: Dang! That was pretty cool!

Hess now on one knee as he gags a bit, and tries to gather his bearings. Jenson's early match assault obviously wearing on him a decent bit. Jenson clutches his head and comes to a seat after the DDT. He sneers as the crowd booms in support for the Scorpion. Hess getting up as he sees Darius doing the same, Sam rebounds out of the ropes just as Darius stands and catches him with a wicked step up Enzuguri to the face... SMACK! It connects flush and Jenson goes down hard.

Trinks: OUCH!

Mayhem: That was one heck of a kick!

Samuel grabs the ropes and tugs himself up, looking almost rejuvenated now as he throws a fist out for the crowd. They cheer as the Scorpion leaps up onto the near by top corner... Leaning down and perching himself there like a hunter... He waits and allows Jenson to get back up, Darius shaking his head and touching at the spot he was just kicked in... As he staggers up the crowd gets loud as Hess comes off the top rope and looks for a nice spear... He connects and tackles down Darius... BUT Jenson catches Sam's head at the same time and viciously DDTs the Scorpion as well! Both men laid out as Sam clutches his head and Jenson his chest.

Trinks: They just took one another down!

Mayhem: That was a wild spear, but a wild DDT as well. These two are pretty damn even right about now.

Hess pushes to his hands and knees, shaking his head about to try and focus. Jenson sitting up before tugging on the near by ropes to get his feet under him. Darius looks pretty riled by this point and heads right in at Hess, THUMP! A boot to the gut connects from Jenson to Hessingstock! Hess calls out in pain and remains on his knees but comes upright. THWHACK! Jenson nails a knife edge chop across Sam's chest... THWHACK! THWHACK! THWHACK! Three more very fast, and down right vile chops follow from Jenson to Hessingstock! This sends Sam staggering up and falling into the corner. Jenson smirking to himself as he charges across the ring and rebounds off the ropes before charging back at Hess in the corner...

Trinks: This should be nasty!

Mayhem: HE'S LEAVING HIS FEET!

Jenson leaves his feet and adds extra UMPH into a clothesline from Hell as he crushes Sam in the turnbuckles. The crowd not happy about it one bit, Sam falls to a knee. Darius Jenson nodding as he goes in for the kill now...

Trinks: Sammy is in bad shape... WAIT NO!

As Jenson approaches him, Hessingstock digs deep and somehow comes off the mat and snatches up Darius with a wickedly quick Codebreaker styled move. THE DEAD WEIGHT II connects and sends Jenson straight down over the mat. Hessingstock clawing now and pulling himself up in the corner, he grins a bit at the crowd then waste no time in hitting the top rope before crunching down over Jenson with his ORIGINAL SYN five star frog splash! Hooking the leg as the crowd counts out with the ref...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... SAAAAMUEL HESSSINGSTOCKK!!!

Mayhem: Sam Hessingstock continues on with a highly impressive victory, Richie!

Hessingstock doesn't stick around for celebration however. He quickly ducks out of the ring and heads to the back, looking back momentarily at Darius Jensen.

Trinks: Impressive match up, and an impressive victory! That's why I love REVIVAL! Drama and killer action! You can't beat that with a stick, Vince!

Mayhem: Careful, he may try to use that as a gimmick next... "the Stick"!

Trinks: Was that an attempt at a joke?

Mayhem: Wasn't very funny was it?

Trinks: Not in the slightest... However, after his defeat tonight, you can't help but wonder what Darius Jensen will do next week.

Mayhem: Nice save, Richie. Nice save.

The camera opens up backstage in a hallway. Alyx St. Croix is seen walking into view, her head down as she rings her hands in front of her. She stops outside a locker room door, raises her fist to knock but pauses just before her knuckles make contact. From inside she can hear talking but can’t make out the words. A female’s voice is heard chuckling and Alyx reaches down and pushes open the door. As the camera switches to an interior view, Sydney LaRoux can be seen with her back to the door, her fingers tracing white face pain onto the smiling face of Revival’s World Champion, Myke Adams.

Myke Adams: Seriously, don’t get that in my mouth.

He snickers and puffs out his cheeks.

Sydney LaRoux: Well maybe if you kept your mouth closed once in a while.

Myke Adams: Hey, I thought you liked what I did with my …

Myke notices the movement over Sydney’s shoulder and makes eye contact with Alyx. He smiles as and nods her over.

Sydney LaRoux: Hey, you want this black paint all over the place?

Myke Adams: What’s up kid?

With two fingers still smudging black paint around Myke’s eyes, Sydney pauses and looks over her shoulder at the bashful St. Croix.

Sydney LaRoux: Hey! What’s up Alyx? You need Myke?

Myke Adams: All the ladies …

Sydney cocks her head back at him, eyebrow raised and eyes rolling.

Alyx St. Croix: Actually, I was … looking for you.

Sydney nods as she wipes the black from her fingers and picks up the red.

Sydney LaRoux: Well, pull up some bench sister.

Alyx smiles and sits on the adjacent bench, her hands continuing to ring in front of her.

Alyx St. Croix: Heh, I actually had this whole … speech thing planned.

She takes a deep breath.

Alyx St. Croix: So, about four months ago …

The door to the room suddenly swings open; the three give a small jump as it slams closed behind the grimacing face of Aaron Blaize. His cold eyes slowly pan from Adams to Laroux.

Aaron Blaize: Not this shit again!

Blaize coldly turns his gaze to St. Croix.

Aaron Blaize: And what is SHE doing here?

He hisses to no one in particular. Myke stands up, half of his painted smile finished giving him a permanent sneer. He looks over at Alyx who’s eyes are slits as she glares at Blaize.

Myke Adams: She’s on our team tonight.

Aaron Blaize: It’s bad enough …

He turns his eyes on Sydney.

Aaron Blaize: This isn’t a God damn sleepover.

He glares once more at Alyx.

Aaron Blaize: YOU had better be able to hold you own out there tonight.

Frustrated, he turns and storms back out, slamming the door behind him with the force to cause Alyx to wince. Her hands are clenched in tiny fists and she rocks back and forth slightly while controlling her breathing. From under her breath Sydney and Myke hear her mumbling.

Alex St. Croix: Held my own just fine against you dipshit.

Sydney LaRoux: Hey, forget it chicka; he gets bent out of shape when its his time of the month.

Alex St. Croix: So he’s always on the rag?

Adams and Laroux laugh as Myke sits back down for Sydney to finish applying his makeup.

Sydney LaRoux: So, what was it you wanted to say?

Alyx smiles, stands and stretches.

Alex St. Croix: Nah, it can wait. I’ll see you guys out there!

Myke Adams: Hey …

He holds up his fist to Alyx.

Myke Adams: Tonight we fly … you ready?

Alyx smiles, reaching out and bumping fists with Adams. She chuckles as her knuckles make contact.

Alex St. Croix: Wonder Twin powers activate.

Laroux shakes her head as she picks up her paintbrush once more. Alyx walks quietly to the door and pauses for a moment before letting it quietly close behind her while Adams and LaRoux continue their small talk as the camera fades from backstage to the ring.

Mayhem: After that, you can't help but wonder how will the team of Adams, Blaize, LaRoux, and St. Croix will actually work out...?

Trinks: Probably as well as Windsor's team. No one on that team likes each other, at least Syd and Myke have a platonic relationship, and Alyx is one foxy little minx!

Stan Hopeforth: It's now that time ladies and gents, for tonight's eight man tag MAIN EVENT! Headed out first, SULLLLLLLLIVAN AIIIIIMESSSSSSS!!!

“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. The Drake stays standing in the crowd with L.J. as Sullivan slides into the ring and twirls around in lengthy circles showing off his Aimelessy Atrocious t-shirt. He removes the shirt as the music fades out and awaits his teammates.

Stan Hopeforth: And on his team of four, coming down next... THE BRIIIIIIIIITISHHHH BOOOOOMBERRRRR!!!

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.

Trinks: Bomber and Aimes, two more for TEAM Kerry!!!

Stan Hopeforth: And headed out next, the Metal Heart himself... BEEEEEEN HAANNNNNNNSONNNNNN!!!

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena, the guitar intro working the crowd up into a mini frenzy as Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain wearing a black hoodie emblazoned with a steel coloured heart over his ring attire. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around him with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect. Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoodie and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

Stan Hopeforth: And last but not least, their final team mate for tonight... MR. REVIVAL HIMSELF.... KERRRRRY WIIIIIIIINDSOR!!!

"THIS …. IS WHAT I DO.”

The voice of Kerry Windsor can be heard as the lights in the arena die out and a single star shaped spotlight shines down on the entranceway, with the words “Mr. Revival” scripted inside of it. As the opening sounds of “Enemy Within” by Rev Theory begins to fill the arena, a strange mist suddenly begins to appear. As the verse begins, a shadow slowly emerges through the mist and out steps Kerry Windsor.

Ain’t got nothing to fake
Ain’t got nothing to prove
Another loose cannon
I’m a bad motherfucker
And I ain’t got nothing to lose …

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The crowd gives him an uproarious reaction as Kerry steps into the middle of the star and momentarily scans the crowd, taking in their response. He nods his head to the music and then flashes that million dollar smile of his as pyro begins to shoot off behind him.

I don’t need your hidden agenda
I don’t need what you’re trying to sell
All I see is another pretender
Sit back and watch me set the...

As the display comes to a finish, Kerry progresses on down towards the ring at a gradual pace, staying within the starred spotlight. He’s mouthing the words to the song as it plays, totally feeling the vibes as he slides into the ring and walks right to the middle of the ring.

World on fire
Watch him as he burns up the sky
Cause the enemy within
Lives underneath the skin
So set the world on fire...

Just as the chorus hits, The Cornerstone of Revival throws a fist up into the air drawing a massive pop from the crowd. The music then begins to fade out as the normal lighting kicks back in. Kerry walks on over and starts to eye up his three tag mates for tonight.

Trinks: Heads will roll, Mr. Revival is NOT happy tonight, somebody will pay!

Mayhem: I'm sure they will Rich, calm down before ya blow a blood vessel or somethin.

Stan Hopeforth: And the first of their four opponents... She is... ALLLLLYXXXXXX SAINT CROOOOOIXXXX!!!!

The crowd all turn collectively as the sound of quarters being fed into a machine hit the sound system. As the Legend of Zelda theme begins to softly play the house lights dim to near blackness when the guitars suddenly pick up. They watch as the classic start screen fades and Skillet’s “Awake and Alive” begins to overpower the LoZ theme. The lights begin to strobe all across the stage erratically as the song's opening picks up tempo as the lyrics begin. 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, Alyx St. Croix. 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. Alyx stops near ringside, eying up the four men inside and waits for her 'back up'.

Stan Hopeforth: And coming down next, her first partner of the night... The Viper himself, AAAAAARON BLAAAAAAAAIZE!!!

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: The Viper is here...

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. As he approaches, Alyx nods his way but Blaize storms right by. 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. He drops to the ring and is joined by Alyx, the two of them glaring and speaking finally as they scan up the four across the ring from them.

Stan Hopeforth: And out next, your Revival Legacy champion herself... SYYYYYYYDNEY LAAAAAAAROUX!!!

The crowd get loud with some jeering as "I'm Back" doesn't cue up, but rather "Psychosocial" by Slipknot pounds out from the PA system. The lights dim again as they almost go to a blue like hue... Out from the back walks Sydney LaRoux with her Legacy strap proudly over her shoulder... The crowd catching glimpse now too of the NEW Revival World champ as well as Myke Adams comes stalking out just behind her... His newly won title has one strap tucked through his waistline of his baggy black cargos as the title hangs down the front of his legs... His Joker styled paint almost glows with an eeriness in these lights.

Trinks: WHAT?! They're coming out together?!

Mayhem: Styled Fusion reunion?!

Stan Hopeforth: And also coming out with Syd, we have your NEW World Heavyweight Champion... The Sinister Superman... MYYYYYYKE AAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAMSSSSS!!!

Adams stands up right now as Syd falls to both knees before him, she tilts her head back as he gazes down upon her, their eyes meet and they seem to ignore the booming crowd for just this brief moment before Adams takes her hand and helps Syd quickly spin to her feet. Both of them slightly bobbing their heads with the Slipknot tune before they sprint in unison for the ring sliding side by side on their stomachs under the ropes. As they both pop to their feet and once again in unison hold their World and Legacy straps high for all of Revival to see. Adams and LaRoux hand their titles out of the ring and join Blaize and St. Croix in the corner. Blaize's eyes narrow as he glares at them both as the four briefly talk things over now and the music dies off as the lights come back to normal.

Trinks: This is going to be a epic night for the Resistance! They've got this!

Mayhem: I dunno they can't even decide whose going to start things off over there. Looks like Blaize is taking the lead for his team.

DING! DING!

Adams, LaRoux, and St. Croix take to the apron in their corner, Blaize warms up and gets ready as across the ring Ben Hanson, Kerry Windsor and the British Bomber have it out over who gets to cue things up. Sullivan Aimes takes off at Blaize thus forcing the ref to order the other three out, much to their dismay as Aimes is caught right up in Blaize's arms and snapped over violently and viciously with a sickly looking over head belly to belly. Blaize quickly turning on one knee and tugging Aimes into him by his hair. WHACK! A nasty elbow to the top of the skull connects, WHACK WHACK WHACK three more even faster and more vile ones connect. Blaize now leaps to his feet and quickly kicks Aimes square in the lower back... SMACK! The crowd is livid, but the Viper continues to strike. He tugs at Aimes and pulls him to his feet, twisting his wrist as the Viper tags in Myke Adams.

Trinks: Here comes the so called Champ!

Mayhem: He holds the gold... Just sayin.

As Blaize lands a quick leg sweep to take down Aimes, Adams springs up and nails a split legged moonsault right down over him as Alyx and Sydney both whistle and clap from their corner. Blaize stomps down over Aimes a few times before he snakes through the ropes. Adams sitting Sullivan up and dropping behind him with a tight rear chin lock, Myke stands now and forces Sullivan to follow suite. Once they are up, Myke keeps the chin lock in place before suddenly dropping to both knees and bending AImes down backward over him with a nasty modified backbreaker!

Trinks: Get a tag Sully!

Mayhem: He does need one already, he's stuck in that corner and all the others can do is watch!

Adams shoves Aimes upright to a seat in the corner of his team and tags out to Sydney. Myke then leaps up as Syd charges across the ring and lands his wicked handstand into a corner dropkick! Squashing Aimes but rolling aside just as LaRoux charges in and flies right back into Sully with a nasty dropkick of her own. Myke winking through his painted guise at LaRoux before he exits the ring, Syd now sits up a completely stunned Sullivan Aimes and quickly suplexes him over with force. She spins through and pulls him up only to do it yet again!

Trinks: They're killing him in there!

Syd pulls Aimes and slams him back first into the corner with her three tag mates. The referee not that pleased as a quick tag is made to Croix... But then Adams, Blaize, LaRoux and Croix all go to town group beating on Sullivan as he falls from the buckles and plants over his back on the mat. Alyx leaps from the apron to the top rope and spirals over Aimes with a nice corkscrew plancha. She doesn't even attempt to pin... Instead standing and motioning on Ben Hanson... She wants Ben Hanson. This is is when it all breaks loose.

Trinks: It just hit the fan Mags!

Mayhem: Agreed!

Seemingly frustrated over Aimes lack of success thus far, Windsor, Hanson and Bomber all storm into the ring. The referee cannot stop them all as they go right at Alyx, who back pedals a step before she grins. Adams, Blaize, and LaRoux leaping into the ring as well. As Sullivan drags himself into one of the corners and tries to get his bearings an all out fight has broken loose. Blaize hitting on Bomber, and TBB swinging right back. Myke Adams and Kerry Windsor in a heated fist fight as they stagger around the ring swinging like maniacs. And then there's Ben Hanson, being stared down by both the ladies of this match...

Mayhem: Two to one!

The gals strike and start swinging at Hanson, staggering him down to one knee as they trade off shots. Syd hits him, then Alyx, then Syd and so fourth. The crowd getting really into the action now as Aimes finally get himself up and sails into the fray, shoulder blocking Sydney LaRoux off her feet! The referee is trying with his all to regain control of this chaos... But he is quickly joined by more zebras... Who break things up and force the teams apart much to the crowd's dismay.

Trinks: Well these folks didn't like that being broken up.

Mayhem: Emotion flooding that ring!

Somehow Aimes manages to get with his team on the apron as British Bomber remains inside the ring with Alyx St. Croix now. Unfazed she goes right in for a tie up only to be over powered down to one knee. Bomber quickly levels the flier with a nasty knee to her chin, she falls back and scrambles up only to get mowed over by a lariat. Bomber holding out his arms at the corner where Blaize, Adams, and LaRoux stand. Only behind him the crowd erupts upon seeing Alyx kip up to her feet. She waits for Bomber to turn and leaps up, Hurricanrana connects and Bomber is now scrambling up in a fit. But Alyx tags her way out to Myke Adams... Bomber swings up ready to go back at Alyx but is taken off guard as the World champ is in his face. Things don't take long as the two of them trade a few shots before Myke looks for a toe kick to TBB's gut. Bomber catches the foot with a grin, but the champ spirals upside down and around and lands a wicked modified mule kick to his chest!

Trinks: Their in, their out...

Mayhem: Tags have been frequent.

Bomber staggers up now, not looking pleased. Adams charges in and leaps up looking for what appears to be a Lou Thez, but the crowd erupts as Bomber scouts it and snaps the champ down hard with a brutal spinebuster. Bomber standing up and dusting his hands with a broad smir... LAROUX sails into Bomber as she springboards from the top rope and crashes over him with a cross body... This brings an angry Windsor, and Ben Hanson back into the fray. Blaize, and Croix joining the mix up once more... Fist are flying, bodies being shoved around.

Trinks: Again?!

Mayhem: Well we knew this wouldn't be anything less than chaotic.

The crowd isn't happy as again the referee's break up the frolic of fist. This time Syd and Windsor remain in the ring, and they don't look too happy to be face to face. Kerry sneering at the Deviant as she sneers right back and then they lock up, Windsor howling almost as he suddenly knee lifts Syd. He smirks as he 'pops' his tongue into his cheek at Myke Adams before tucking Syd's head between his legs, he quickly looks for a powerbomb but gets taken off his feet by a springboard dropkick from Adams! Myke in a fury now as he swings wildly at Kerry... The two of them roll over once or twice, both throwing shots wildly at one another now. Now once again the chaos ensures, this time the referees seem to have just given in and are letting things go! Blaize and Bomber locking up and fighting for an upper hand as Hanson and Croix do the same. Syd helping out Myke as they shove Windsor into a corner and storm him with shots before Myke grabs the former champ and hits him with a quick sit out piledriver of sorts. Just as Windsor comes down Syd sails down over him with a beautiful top rope guillotine!

Trinks: GET IN THERE AIMES!!!

Mayhem: Sullivan Aimes is kinda just watching things go haywire.

Hanson manages to suplex over Croix, only to get up get mowed down by a running back elbow from Adams. Blaize has Bomber down on one knee with a side headlock, wrenching it tightly. Windsor tugs himself up in the corner, his face flushed with anger as he gets back to his feet.

Trinks: HERE COMES AIMES!!!

Aimes looks to re-enter the fray by springboarding himself into the air and sailing at the action, but the crowd goes nearly quiet as Aaron Blaize shoves aside the Bomber and leaps up, snatching Aimes by his head and landing a wild ass Trailblaizer falling cutter on the spot!

Trinks: Madness, what a move!

Mayhem: WAIT HERE COMES ALYX TOO!!! Expecto Patronum lands flush over Sullivan Aimes!

Blaize now drops and makes a pin, the referee making the count as Windsor charges out to stop this but gets cut off by a foot sweep from LaRoux! Hanson is busy fighting it out with Adams across the ring... And the Bomber dives over to try and stop this!

Trinks: NO!

Alyx dropkicks Bomber in the side though and the ref's count sticks.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The winners of this contest, Alyx St. Croix, Sydney LaRoux, Aaron Blaize... and Myke Adams!

Trinks: What was Aimes' deal tonight?!

Mayhem: He was not on the right page, that's for sure!

Even though the bell has sounded, the fighting is not over. Bomber is in Blaize's face, Windsor shoving Bomber aside, and the three men all arguing. Excited over the rather speedy win, Alyx and Sydney help out Adams by forcing Hanson over the top rope and down over the floor.

Trinks: Bomber has had enough, he's leaving!

Bomber blows off Windsor and Blaize now, he glares across the ring at LaRoux before he storms out and up the aisle. Alyx and Syd both drop from the ring and just as Myke goes to follow them TH-WHACK!!! Ben Hanson cracks a chair down over the champion's back!

Trinks: HA HA Hanson just drilled the champ!

Syd and Alyx look to tug on Myke to get him through the ropes as he falls forward, TH-WHACK Hanson cracks a second shot right across the side of Myke's head! Now the ladies get him out of the ring, but Ben is quick in his cause. He charges across the ring and leaps up tossing the chair at both Windsor and Blaize... WHACK he dropkicks the chair into the two of them as they stagger and fall to the mat.

Trinks: Has Hanson lost it?!

Mayhem: This crowd is enjoying it!

Trinks: True he did just bash one of those Anti-Establishment pricks head's in...

Hanson ducks from the ring and grabs Myke's World title from the time keeper. As Blaize comes to one knee, having taken less of the chair then Windsor... His icy blues narrow at the sight of Hanson hoisting the title high into the air.

Trinks: He was making a point Mag, it's fatal four way at Glory baby, can't trust anyone!!!

Mayhem: This is true, what's also true is we are out of time for the week! Glad you joined us, tune in again next Wednesday for more Violence!!!

We see Blaize seething, Windsor clutching his head as he lies over the mat and Myke Adams being almost cradled by the Deviant as Syd and Alyx try to get the World champ to his feet. The camera zooms on Hanson, a slightly smirk over the Metal Heart as he keeps the title high over his head then steps near ringside by Adams, LaRoux and Croix and tosses the title down at Myke. As he does this the show fades to black, then the HBO logo...