VIOLENCE: XII [August 1, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

The screen fades in on a clip from Violence X, we see Myke Adams now as he perches himself upon the top rope. In a grungy, faded filtered clip we see him spiral through the air wildly with a front 630 degree flip into his Swanton Bomb only to miss one, Kerry Windsor! As Windsor rolls aside and Adams crunches over the mat viciously, and with much velocity. Windsor rolls Adams for a pin as in a distorted slow mo voice we hear the crowd, and ref counting...

ONE!
TWO!!

Adams then reverses the pin on Windsor as the slow motion clip stops and in the black screen we hear the crowd erupt into a hysteria as the referee shouts THREE and the bell sounds... As the bell sounds we fade into Violence XII

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.

Richie Trinks: HELLLLLLO REVIVAL NATION!

Maggie Mayhem: Welcome to another Violence on HBO! Tonight should be another chapter in Revival's explosive take to the scene in the pro wrestling World!

Trinks: We've got plenty of action on the slate, my only heart ache comes from knowing THE MAN isn't here tonight!

Mayhem: Kerry Windsor? Ofcourse. He has been saying all week about how Revival will see they need him more than he needs them. All due to the way the Sinister Superman captured the World championship...

Suddenly Mag and Richie are interrupted as Slipknot's "Duality" cues up over the P.A. and the arena dips to darkness.

"I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to take...
Jesus, it never ends; it works its way inside...
If the pain goes on...."

The crowd screams towards the entrance way in jeers now, Corey Taylor's cryptic opening playing out. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the arena is near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white and blue lights at the entrance way we can see fans rush to the safety barricade and wait as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like state of multi-colors with the song's thumping opening. The lights continue to go "wild" as they flash erratically. The song picks up tempo as the 'rap' like lyrics of the first verse begin. With that the curtain draws back as "The Sinister Superman" Myke Adams comes walking out. Adams isn't wearing his usual face paint, tank top and so on. Instead he has a button up collared shirt, in a vibrant shade of blue and faded, worn out blue jeans. His shoulder length hair wet and messy as it hangs down around his neck and face. He has a slight beard growing on his face now as he scowls a bit and adjust the Revival World championship that can be seen draped over his left shoulder...

"I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I waited as my time's elapsed
Now all I do is live with so much fate
I've wished for this; I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact
You cannot kill what you did not create
Now, I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You're left with me, 'cause you left me no choice..."

Adams' rolls his neck taking in the heated response from this crowd, he just stares out over them with disgust for a few moments. Myke shakes his head and starts to walk down the aisle way. The crowd not happy with the former "Indy hero" as he refuses to tag a single outstretched hand as he approaches ringside just in time for the chorus to cue up...

"I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
If the pain goes on, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!!!"

Myke tosses the World title up into the ring over the top rope and slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs up his title and hoist it high with authority and glares over the crowd. Contempt etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Myke then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. Adams holds the World title high for the Revival Nation to see once more. He then jumps backward now and twist in mid-air, as he lands with great agility flush on both feet and walks across the ring as Slipknot starts to die off the P.A. The Sinister Superman demands a mic from ringside.

Trinks: Well speaking of him... and the World title... Here he is, Adams.

Mayhem: Yeah, kinda ironic in a way. I guess he has something to say...

Adams is given a mic, he runs his tongue over his lower lip and plays with the lip ring pierced upon it for a moment. Myke shakes his head as the crowd continues to jeer it up, stomping, clapping, chanting for his doom. He gives a disappointed, and disgruntled expression as he almost softly speaks into the mic... Barely audible over the crowd's booing.

Myke Adams: Hey... Just relax for a few minutes people...

This can barely be heard, Adams adjusting his championship slightly upon his shoulder as he sneers a bit. The booing seems to get a bit louder. Myke finally snarls almost as he growls like an animal into the microphone.

Myke Adams: JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!!

This doesn't do him favors, the crowd still taunt away. Adams drops the title from his shoulder and drags it along his left side as he paces the ring for a moment before bringing the mic back up and simply getting to business regardless of the jeering.

Myke Adams: Fine, just fine. I can see why all of you would wanna treat your champion... Revival's champion, this way. I've done some pretty nasty things since coming to Chicago. But I am NO thief... I will NOT be part of this...

This seems to get some attention, the crowd actually dying down a bit. Almost as if the words finally hit them, everyone had to know what he was talking about... But Myke clarifies it immediately.

Myke Adams: I watched Violence X over, and over... And over again. I watched it like a million and two times this past week. That title match, the night I took Windsor's belt. The night Anti-Establishment put a so-called death blow on Revival... I watched it over again, so many times I'm surprised the DVD didn't burn up... And ya know what I saw?

The crowd screams, "WHAT?!" as Adams nods slightly, given an almost defeated glance out into the sea of fans. He shakes his head now and peers with his vibrant green eyes into the lens.

Myke Adams: I saw a screw job. I saw bullshit... I saw someone who broke their fuckin back for this place get ONE put over him. And I am not gonna stand for this... This is not the CHANGE I believe in. This isn't the way I believe in doing business in this ring.

The crowd actually 'pops' for these remarks, Adams gives an angry sneer now as he seems to grip the mic tighter, dropping the World title over the mat and stepping away from it nearer to the camera by the ropes. He glares into it and takes a few deep breaths before addressing the former champ.

Myke Adams: Kerry, I know you're not here tonight. And I know how you must feel... Regardless of where I stand, where you stand in this place. In Revival, we both know who built this... Who made this happen. We both know how much we've given, how many great contest we've competed in with talent all the way from top to bottom... And we both know the way the arena shook at Ascension... then Violence X. We both know the thrill that overtakes them when we do what we do... And we do it best.

Adams raises a brow and nods slightly.

Myke Adams: Don't we Ker? But I can't change this... As much as I've assisted Blaize in the quest to change Revival... I cannot change this. I tried to fix this I tried to make it right... They will not allow it...

Trinks: What is he talking about, 'they'?! This conspiracy thing is getting to the new Champion. He's cracking up.

Mayhem: I don't think so Richie, I think he seriously knows what we ALL saw. Everybody saw the match, everyone saw how the reversed pin fall went. Something is off...

Myke Adams: I demanded a one on one rematch, Ker.

The crowd explodes with a cheer here, Myke nods in approval of this and shakes his head however as he breaks more bad news.

Myke Adams: I was shot down Windsor, they told me there was no way, no how. I would be the champion until Glory. And I would then give you a rematch with Blaize and Hanson involved. They had no answers... They simply told me to do my job and stop asking questions...

Adams pauses and scowls now.

Myke Adams: But I am not going to let this go, I will NOT Kerry. We will find the answers. And I don't care who has a problem with it... Myke Adams is not a man who needs help winning championships. And I am not the type to do this... To do this to another great competitor...

Myke shakes his head, he glares out over the crowd and turns, picking up the World title and holding it out before himself. He gazes over it and sighs before he peers up and into the lens.

Myke Adams: They want this to be something special... And we gave them that Windsor, at Ascension we made this thing the shit. Didn't we? So the best I can do is go into Glory as the Champion, and fly around like a mad man... Defend this title's honor, defend myself and MY right as Champion against you... Against Aaron Blaize... and against Ben Hanson. Foes, friends, allies... I have none of these things. The only thing I can do is what I know best...

Myke drops the title over his shoulder and pauses for a long moment. He glances out over the crowd, who seem torn now, some jeer a bit. Some whistle and scream awaiting his next words. Adams finally breaks a small grin in the corner of his mouth as he real coy like finishes up.

Myke Adams: AND THRILL EM ALL!!!

And with that the crowd explodes in a thunderous response of screams, whistles, jeers, booing and even cheers. Slipknot cues back up as Adams drops the mic onto the canvas and steps through the ropes. He drapes the title backwards so it hangs down over his back as he clutches it with his left hand and starts up the aisle. Much to the fans there surprise, he actually 'tags' a hand here and there as he slowly walks towards the back.

Trinks: Ok, my brain hurts. Did I just hear this right... Does Tinkerbell actually agree with Kerry! Is Myke Adams on #TeamKerry?!

Mayhem: No. I wouldn't say that Rich, but it does seem that even our World champion agrees that Violence X was a night Revival may never forget. That finish for the title was shady at best!

Trinks: Isn't Adams worried about the backlash?! We all know who he rolls with and the things they've done. What will Blaize say about this?!

Mayhem: Knowing the Viper, we won't have a clue until he does.

Trinks: This just got interesting, I wonder what Mr. Valiant thinks about our own World champion trying to say someone conspired to make him just that!

Mayhem: I know one thing Richie, it takes one helluva self assured person to admit this. This was not the Myke Adams we've all come to know these past few months.

Trinks: Kerry should get the title back, period. Even Tinks said it was a faulty finish! Do the right thing!

Mayhem: Yeah but by rules, Adams did have a pin. And a referee counted that pin and declared a winner. So Adams IS the Champion, the rightful and one and only World champion of Revival.

Trinks: Bah...

Mayhem: We'll just have to all sit and watch as this all pans out, I'm not sure what to make of it... But we do have action on the way!

We are in the ring in which “The Knightmare” Tyler Knight is stood with microphone in hand. The crowd are hurling abuse at him and booing him as he has that trademark smirk of his on his face. Tyler is not dressed in his wrestling attire but in his black military style boots, skinny jeans tucked in to his boots and a Bullet For My Valentine band t-shirt.

Tyler Knight: “If you lot have finished with your vile mouths then I can actually begin with why I'm out here.”

The crowd boo louder and start shouting more abuse which begins to anger Tyler because he actually wants to say what he has to say.

Tyler Knight: “Shut the fuck up! I'm out here to deliver some important news. Something that is the start of something big for Revival. Something so big that it's even bigger then hearing about the Anti-Establishment every damn week. First of let me introduce you to someone who actually like myself is fed up with hearing about the same old people and shit week in, week out. A guy who like me knows what he wants and want let anyone stop him from getting it.”

At this point Tyler Knight points up the ramp waiting for who ever he is on about to come down to the ring. After a couple of seconds, "Rookie Of The Year" hits the pa system and Ethan Teller walks out onto the stage with the Revival Wrestling PRIMETIME Championship on his shoulder and a microphone in his hand. Smirking, he makes his way down to the ring to a chorus of boos. He hops up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, bumping fists with Knight before turning to face the crowd, raising the microphone to his mouth.

Ethan Teller: "Are you all deaf as WELL as retarded? When someone tells you to shut up, that's what you do!"

On cue, the crowd boo even louder, which irritates both Knight and Teller.

Ethan Teller: "Whatever...if we actually gave a fuck about what the peons thought about us, we wouldn't be out here right now! See, it's like my friend here said...tonight is the start of something few. Something HUGE. Tonight is the start of a team that isn't going to distinguish between Anti-Establishment OR The Resistance, because they will chop down whoever is put before them..."

Ethan nods his head as Tyler as he lowers the microphone and lets Tyler pick up from where he left off.

Tyler Knight: “That's right Teller, anyone stupid enough to get in our way will be demolished! From day one, when my buddy here walked in to Revival he has proved to everyone he has what it takes. We've both proved we have what it takes, but don't worry your little heads, you'll still see our match up later tonight; you see we're both big enough to realize that no matter what happens in that ring it stays in that ring between us. Ethan and me we aren't here to impress anyone or to suck up to you peasants. We are here to win Championships and look out for each other. You see when you're fucking SUPERSTARS like us, you get jealous people.”

Tyler walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, once there he jumps up on to it sitting down.

Tyler Knight: “You see my buddy here and me have had the idea of forming “The Fallen Angels” since day one. At first we were both worried about what would happen so we decided to think it over. Time for thinking is over, it's now time for doing and time for “The Fallen Angels” to kick ass.”

Lowering his microphone he stands on the turnbuckle arms wide smirking at the crowd who boo at him. He now sits down as he nods at Ethan Teller to continue on.

Ethan Teller: "I was told not to step on any toes when I first joined this company. People told me to watch my step, because getting in the way of either the Anti-Establishment or the Resistance was a bad idea; if I liked having all my teeth, I'd make sure I didn't get in the way because neither side would be held responsible for collateral damage blah blah blah! But you know, for as long as I can remember, I've had a problem with doing as I'm told and you know what? I couldn't give a rats ass about ANY of that bullshit!"

The crowd begin to boo Ethan and he clearly enjoys it! He smiles as he holds his free hand out to his side, wiggling his fingers to ask for more. He soaks up the boos for a few seconds before continuing.

Ethan Teller: "Oh, did I say something you didn't want to hear? Did I just piss all over what's probably the biggest war going on in this company right now? GOOD! You see, I didn't come here to make friends and be loved, I came here to make money and win championships...and it just so happens that that man right there feels exactly the same! So Revival Wrestling...this is a wake up call. There is more to this company that two sets of ass-clowns running around trying to one up one another. MUCH more. 'The Fallen Angels' are here Revival...don't say you weren't fucking warned!"

Teller tosses the microphone down onto the floor before walking over to the turnbuckle opposite the one Knight is stood on, mimicking his pose by throwing his arms out wide as "Dead Living" hits the speakers, drowning out the sound of boos as Teller and Knight soak them up in the ring.

Trinks: An impressive formation lining up to impose their own vision for REVIVAL's future here tonight...

Mayhem: A tandem of two men who will be facing each other tonight, one on one for the PRIMETIME Championship...

Trinks: Will their team survive tonight's encounter?

Mayhem: Are their egos too big? I'm not sure, but shit's gonna get real...

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan...She is "NATURAL SUPERIORITY" CHELSEA PRYYYYYCCCCCCEEEEE!

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

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

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

Focused, Chelsea leaps onto the ring apron, looks around and absorbs the reaction of the crowd. This only lasts for a moment before she turns so her back is facing the ring and flips over, landing on her feet with the greatest of ease. She releases the top rope and swiftly moves to the middle of the ring, spinning slowly to get a better look at everyone in attendance. As a traditionalist, she clenches her right fist, holds it up above her head and allows purple pyro to shoot off thrice from the four corners of the ring.

“I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand...

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
(Oh) I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand!”

Chelsea begins to relieve herself of her purple blazer and her black with a silver stripe fedora hat. Once they are set aside, she punches her right fist into the open palm of her left hand, ready to go.

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent. Hailing from Possomgrape, Arkansas. He weighs in at 345lbs. FAGAN BALLLLLLLANTINNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!

"Ayla" by TJ Tiesto begins to play throughout the arena as the fans turn their attention to the aisle, Fagan, however, appears from the crowd and jumps over the guard rail before rolling into the ring. But he doesn't sneak attack Chelsea, instead opting to sit in the corner as he wipes the sweat from his brow. The referee calls for the bell; Ballentine uses the top ropes to lift himself back to a vertical base and this match is underway.

Mayhem: Fagan debuted a couple of weeks ago in an unsuccessful attempt to win the open invitational battle royal. Now he has his first proper match against one of the best female wrestlers around, Chelsea Pryce.

Trinks: Did he get tired out just getting to the ring?

Both competitors circle the ring momentarily, Fagan looking for a grapple as Chelsea tries to avoid one at all costs. The big man lunges forward, but Pryce side steps and catches him around the back of the knee with a low kick. A second one lands, sending Fagan down to one knee. Chelsea goes against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a running dropkick to the jaw, which knocks Fagan down onto his back. He uses the ropes to get back to his feet, all the while Chelsea is raining down rights and lefts and boots aplenty. Until she's pushed away, anyway. Fagan manages to stand up as Pryce performs a backwards roll, popping back up onto her feet as she charges in with a basement dropkick, taking Fagan's knee out from under him.

Trinks: Its a less than ospicious start from Fagan Ballentine here in the early going, Magz.

Indeed it is as Chelsea seizes the opportunity to grab up her opponent's leg while he's down on the mat and drop an elbow down across the knee. And again. And a third time. She tries for a fourth, but Fagan kicks her away with his good leg. Pryce lands back first against the mat this time as Fagan drags himself towards the ropes, using them to pull himself back to a vertical base. Both competitors reach their feet at the same time as Ballentine, hobbling slightly, connects with a clothesline flush across the chest of Chelsea Pryce! She gets right back up as Fagan grabs her by the wrist and whips her against the ropes. Pryce bounces off them, coming back with a baseball slide to counter the slam Ballentine was about to attempt. She delivers a chop block to the knee, dropping the big man to a kneeling position before she sets off against the ropes. However, Fagan is ready for her and counters with a flapjack, sending Chelsea high into the air before she drops face first to the mat below!

Mayhem: Did you see the elevation there?

Trinks: She nearly got stuck in the rafters!

An early pin attempt by Fagan Ballentine garners him a one count before Chelsea can get the shoulder up. He looks a tad upset, but Fagan drags his opponent back to her feet and promptly body slams her and drops an elbow down across her chest. Another pin attempt and another two count later and Fagan looks more than a tad upset this time. Again, he stands up and lifts Chelsea back to a vertical base via a handful of hair. An Irish whip sends Pryce running towards the corner as Ballentine hobbles after her, putting all his weight behind the avalanche attack!

Trinks: That's a lot of weight put behind that splash; will we have to peel Chelsea Pryce off the turnbuckle pads after that one?

Ballentine doesn't let her fall to the canvas, though, instead he props her up in the corner and glares into her eyes. Fagan begins to babble something to himself as Chelsea tries to get away, but she's no contest in the strength department here. Ballentine pushes her back into the corner and lifts a knee up into the midsection, followed by a back elbow to the face before he switches to body shots: rights and lefts working over the torso of Chelsea Pryce.

Mayhem: What on Earth has come over Fagan Ballentine?

Trinks: I don't know, he looks like he's lost it...

The big man steps backwards, a look of horror on his face as he clutches at his hair as he hobbles over into the far corner and crouches down. The scared look remains etched on his face as he mumbles something to himself once again. The cameras pick up a barely audible list of girls names as Fagan remains in that position for going on thirty seconds. Only as Chelsea gets back to her feet does he begin to move once again. Clearly groggy, Chelsea Pryce staggers out of the corner as Fagan meets her in the center of the ring, doubling her over with a knee lift. He hooks his arms around her waist and goes to lift her up for a powerbomb, but Pryce throws a punch across his forehead. And another as it turns into a flurry. HURRICANRANA! Out of nowhere, Chelsea manages to reverse the move and sends the big man tumbling across the ring with a hurricanrana.

Ballentine stands back up as Pryce grabs him around the back of the head and drives several forearm shots into the face of her opponent. A martial arts style kick to the midsection before she goes low again, kicking at the knee of the big man. This second wind continues as Chelsea, with her opponent momentarily grounded, climbs out through the ropes and springboards back into the ring with a high impact bulldog. She takes her time rolling the big man over as Chelsea goes for a cover.

One...

Two...

Chelsea gets thrown--literally thrown--across the ring as Ballentine powers out of the pin attempt. She's the first to her feet though, catching the rising Fagan Ballentine with a standing enziguiri to the back of the head, dazing him. A rude member of the audience shouts "timber!!" as Ballentine falls backwards, crashing to the mat as Chelsea uses the nearby ropes to pull herself back to a vertical base. She staggers over to where her downed opponent is laid out on the mat and grabs his injured leg, circling around but Fagan kicks her away before she apply the submission hold.

Mayhem: Ballentine may have just saved himself from a painful submission hold there, Richie.

Trinks: He certainly dug deep, now this is anybody's match.

Ballentine drags himself back to a vertical base as Chelsea is back on her feet as well. She charges in, ducking the clothesline attempt before bouncing off the ropes--but Fagan scoops her up for a spinning side slam! He stands back up instead of going for the cover as Chelsea Pryce lays on the mat clutching at her ribs. The big man takes a few steps run up and squashes his opponent with a splash!

One...

Two...

But Chelsea gets the shoulder up! Fagan has that look about him as he irately drags Chelsea back to a vertical base. Pryce, on her third wind, pushes away Fagan's hands as she lands several right hands to the face. The big man is dazed as Pryce rears back for a roundhouse kick--NO! Ballentine somehow dodges it - the momentum causing Chelsea to have her back turned - Fagan grabs her under her left arm and around her neck--BALLENTINE BOMB!

Trinks: Did he just get some boob?

Fagan rolls on top of Chelsea, no need to hook the leg.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner... FAGAN BALLENTINE!!

Trinks: The Janitor cleans up the mess...

Mayhem: That was a mildly impressive play on words, Richie.

[REVIVAL]

The camera shows up backstage where Sam Hessingstock is shown staring at the locker room of Sydney Laroux. He hesitates, almost unwilling to knock on the door as he hears the crowd roar. Shaking his head he turns around...

Hess: Jesus Christ...

He extends his arm out as the camera pans around to show one of wrestlings legends, THE Bob Pooler! Bob looks at him shakes the hand in reply. The crowd ROARS in cheer.

Hess: Great to see you Bob.

Pooler: Nice polite act there Sam; nobody's around though ... you can drop it.

Hess: Alright, okay. What the hell brings you here?

Pooler: Me? I'm offended Sam. I've got a few friends who are in town... and I just came by to enjoy the show ... speaking of which; your match is next isn't it?

Sam nods.

Pooler: Well, good luck out there.

Hess: Cheers.

Sam walks off, away from Pooler as Pooler stands with a huge smile on his face.

Trinks: Did I detect a hint of resentment in Hessingstock's voice?

Mayhem: I think you're onto something there, Richie.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Gentlemen, your following match is a singles match, set for one fall! Introducing first...

CLICK.

The lights all fall black in the arena as a slow, eerie tune is played over the PA system followed by a strong bass line and then a male making a lot of noise. The guitar kicks in, setting off a video on the tron of a white scorpion on loop. Suddenly there's a shout...

RELEASE ME!!

BOOM!

The stage ignites suddenly with green pyro around the outskirts as Samuel appears up on the stage. He looks out to the crowd who all cheer wildly as he walks slowly down to the ring.

No remnants were ever found of it,
turning the heart vile,
with every fake smile

Sam now begins to sprint down to the ring, picking up speed before sliding under the bottom rope. He stands suddenly as the song skips to the chorus.

Stan Hopeforth: first,.weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds, hailing from Oxford, England, he...is...Samuel "The Scorpion"...HESSINGSTOCK!

I feel you die, in asylum
Don't you know that I'm in love with you, and I wasn't ready, for asylum (we live a lie)
To let go, now it's dragging me into your grave (relive the lie)
Overcome that I won't get to join you this time, the loneliness is killing me!

He jumps up to the top rope and throws his arms out, pointing his fingers into a gun shape before using his forefinger to flip the hood of his jacket up. He then leaps from the ropes and does the opposite side, leaping onto the ropes and this time he takes the jacket off, throwing it to the floor. He now hops off the ropes completely and drops to the floor where he sits in the corner.

Mayhem: GOD, I seriously can't wait for this match, two Indy legends going one on one!

Trinks: It's all about the whole show Maggie, you know, I once used to be in a show...

Mayhem: Oh gawd...

The music and 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, already hyped for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as 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 weighs in at two forty seven, 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 before tugging off his REAL. tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match.

Mayhem: AHHH! HE'S HERE!

Trinks: AHH! I KNOW! ISN'T HE GREAT?!

Mayhem: *swoons*

Trinks: Dear God this is awesome, I believe ladies and gents, Maggie Mayhem has just creamed herself...

Sam and Trey begin to circle one another immediately, before the bell has even rung. Sam the stops, looks up and calls for a microphone which he is handed.

Hess: Just...quickly. Trey, I just wanted to wish you the best of luck tonight...

The two move in for a quick handshake which gets drawn out when Hessingstock refuses to let go.

Hess: Because HELL knows...you'll need it.

Sam pulls Trey in and SLAPS him across the face after they drop the handshake! The crowd begin to boo Sam as he stands with a smile on his face before he fires off another shot.

DING
DING!!

Mayhem: What the hell has got into Sam?

Trinks: He's just lettin Trey know how he feels, and he clearly don't like him a much as you do maggot!

He goes for another shot but Trey blocks it! The crowd ROAR in cheers now as Trey sends off a hard palm to the face of Hess. He sends off another, then another before going for a fourth which Sam ducks. Sam goes under the arm before sending a boot off to the gut of the Real Show before hooking his head into a front facelock. Hess quickly lifts Trey up and over with a snap suplex before turning and jumping into Trey, Elbow Drop...NO! Trey moves out of the way and rolls to his feet quickly. Trey sends off a quick stomp to the body of Hess before sitting him up and quickly slapping on a seated abdominal stretch. Hessingstock slowly battles out, getting to his feet digging his elbow into Trey's gut. He quickly grabs the arm of Trey, and whips him across the ring. Trey bounces back, Hess runs too and catches him with a quick shoulder thrust, taking Trey down. Trey rolls to his feet quickly as Hessingstock starts his run again, bouncing off the ropes, Trey catches him...hip toss, no, Hess blocks it and spins, attempting one of his own which is blocked by Trey. Trey attempts another, Hessingstock blocks but keeps his arm in position and attempts to drag Trey backwards into a modified Russian leg sweep but Trey falls backwards, Hess moves his arm and Trey rolls out of it! Trey stands quickly, the crowd all chanting "THIS IS WRESTLING!!"

Mayhem: WHAT A MATCH!

Trinks: Honestly Magz, it's like they know every move one another has. They're seeing everything coming and it's amazing! I take all I've said about the zombie back, he IS pretty good!

The two run in to one another, locking up quickly with a Roman Greco styled lock. The two remain held for a few seconds before Trey pushes Hess's arms down and pulls Hess in for a side headlock. Trey now attempts to drag Hess down to the mat and succeeds but Hess manages to overshoot his landing and flips over completely, landing on his feet! He off a quick kick to the gut of Trey before running off against the ropes and then back in against The Real Show. He runs in, Trey ducks down but Hessingstock rolls over the shoulders and back of Jordan before leaping off the second rope. Jordan turns and gets caught by Hess with a MASSIVE cross body! Trey rolls over though after the impact and hooks the leg!

One!

Hess rolls the pin over!

One!

Mayhem: Only a one on the Real Show there!

Trinks: Trey just threw the Scorpion off him mamma!

Hess bounces back up to his feet quickly as does Trey. Trey takes a shot at Hessingstock, the crowd yay-ing, Hessingstock fires one back, sounded by a boo by the crowd. Another, yaaaay. Another. Booooo. Another, yaaaaay. Another. Booooo. Yaaaaaay. Boooooo. Yaaaaay...yaaaay...yaaaay, as Trey lands three hard shots to the face of Sam before sending one more brutal shot off that sends Sam to the canvas. Sam gets back up, Jordan fires another, sending Hess back down. Hess gets back up again, Jordan with another shot...no, Hessingstock ducks down low and avoids a shot before spinning Trey around and burying his foot into the gut of Jordan. He slaps on a quick front chancery before dropping Jordan HARD on the canvas with a picture perfect even flow DDT! Sam quickly leaps over Trey and into a pin.

ONE!
TW...KICKOUT!

Mayhem: One and a bit there, this Richie, is an incredible match, so back and forth!

Trinks: Yeah but we all know The Real Show is gunna wipe the floor with zombie face!

Mayhem: Sam is alive Trinks, he's in the ring and he's very much alive!

Trinks: it's the principal! He died, he should have stayed dead!

Sam hops back to his feet quickly, and quickly BLASTS Trey in the face with a kick as Trey rolls to his feet. Trey rolls away from Hess but Hess follows up by running in after him and sliding down, hitting a MASSIVE dropkick that sends Trey out of the ring. Sam now stands inside the ring, grabbing the ropes. He hops over them, landing on the apron. Trey gets to his feet and turns, Sam leaps onto the middle rope and leaps off with a MASSIVE backflip...he catches Trey around the neck as he lands, ASAI DDT!!! The crowd ROAR with 'Hess! Hess! Hess!' chants as both men lay on the outside.

Mayhem: HOLY SHIT! WHAT A MOVE!

Trinks: Ooooh man, THAT is why I love this place! Hot bitches and awesome moves, this is better than the best porn in the world!

One!
Two!
Three!

Both men still lay on the outside.

Four!

Sam begins to get to his feet, Trey is still down and out.

Five!

Hess uses the apron now to clamber to his feet fully.

Six!

Hess rolls into the ring. Trey slowly gets to his knees.

Mayhem: Trey needs to be careful, Sam could do this, he could win by count out!

Trinks: No! Treys gotta get back in this Maggot, or I'm gunna lose my bet with the best former champ in the existence of this company!

Seven!

Trey is very slow to turn around to see the ring.

Mayhem: He has no idea where he is!

Eight!

Trey sees Sam in the ring and runs to the ring, sliding in on the nine!

Mayhem: Trey Jordan, STILL in this!

Trinks: YES! YES! YES!

Mayhem: Have SOME originality Richie...

As Trey slides into the ring, Sam seems to repent for what he did at the start of the match by holding his arm out to help Trey to his feet. Trey takes the hand, Sam helps him to his feet but pulls him DIRECTLY into position...

Mayhem: Sneaky lil...

Trinks: Sam has him Maggie, Trey is in BIIIIG trouble...

Sam goes to throw himself forward into The Drive, but as if from nowhere, Trey drapes his arm over the neck and shoulder of Sam and with an aggressive shout, lifts Sam off his feet, out of the hold and straight down to the mat with a huge forceful urinage slam!

Mayhem: HUGE counter! Trey has him Richie, he just hit the Bombs Over Brooklyn!

Trinks: YES! Trey's gunna do it right here!

Trey begins to stand in the corner now, begging Sam to get to his feet. Sam does, Trey begins to sprint...

Mayhem: Here it is! GOAL...LINE...STA...

Trinks: NO!

Trey goes to hit the spear on Hessingstock but Sam sees him coming and leaps up, catching Trey with both knees in the face!

Mayhem: What a freaking match Richie, Sam, countered the Goal Line Stand with the Dead Weight II!

Trinks: I...my dear...am totally freaking shocked!

Crowd: This Is Awesome! *clap clap cla-cla-clap* This is awesome!

Both men fall to the mat hard as clearly some of the impact from the spear hit Sam.

One!
Two!
Three!

Neither man moves.

Four!
Five!
Six!

Sam and Trey both use opposite sides of the ring, the rope to get to their feet now before staggering into the centre of the ring, both exhausted, both worn down. They stare at one another for a few seconds before Sam fires off a sick slap to the face of Trey. Trey responds! Sending one back! Hess battles back sending one back. Trey sends one back. Hess varies it, knife edged chop, Trey sends the same back, Hess with another, Trey with another, so Hess changes it up again with a kick to the quads. Trey can't copy this one as Hess fires off another then one to the other side, before he spins with a spinning back kick which doubles him over. Sam now leaps, ENZUIGIRI! Trey staggers backwards, Sam quickly grabs the arm and THROWS Jordan across the ring. Trey bounces off the ropes and comes back at Sam, Sam ducks down, Trey runs over him. Trey bounces off the ropes again, Sam this time leapfrogs him! Trey bounces back, Sam turns, grabbing hold of the ropes and leaps backwards with a backflip like earlier...Trey catches him in midair though, he turns one hundred and eighty degrees, OKLAHOMA SLAM! Trey spins and hooks the leg...

One!
Two!
Thr!! No! Sam gets his shoulder up!

The crowd roars with 'ooh's' as Trey shakes his head with a massive smile on his face. He starts to size Sam up...Sam gets up and spins, Trey launches himself into a sprint...GOAL...LINE...STAND CONNECTS!!

Mayhem: The Real Show just RIPPED the Scorpion in half!

Trinks: See? Better than porn. Much better.

Trey leaps to his feet suddenly and with force before crouching down and beckoning Hess to his feet. Hess slowly clambers to his feet an spins...Trey scoops him up...

Mayhem: It's over, the show is over for Hessingstock!

Trinks: Here it is Maggot, Trey spinning him...SHOWS OVE...

Mayhem: NO! THE SHOW IS NOT OVER! MY GOD RICHIE, HOW HAS HE SURVIVED THAT?

Trinks: FUCK ME SIDEWAYS AND CALL ME CHARLIE! No seriously...I beg you...

Hess manages to grip the head as Trey spins him and reverses the move into an incredibly high angled version of the Flipside as he lands an impaler DDT which causes Trey to ricochet off the canvas! Both men lay, unable to move, so worn down, so exhausted from this incredible match.

One!
Two!

The referee begins to count his double count out.

Three!
Four!

Neither man moves as per earlier on.

Five!
Six!

Hessingstock begins to crawl...

Seven!

Hess drapes his arm over Trey!

Mayhem: Hess! He's got it right here Richie!

Trinks: I don't believe this!

One!
Two!
Thre...NO! SHOULDER UP!

Sam rolls off of him quickly and lays there, head in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief.

Crowd: Thank You Sa-am! Thank You Jor-dan!

The crowd show their appreciation as Sam gets to his feet. Jordan is up on his knees, Sam takes a few steps backwards now before running in, Jordan turns, SPEAR!!

Mayhem: Sam Hessingstock showing Jordan how a spear is done right there!

Trinks: I can't get over this momma, how has an ancient wreck like Sam got enough in him to do this?

Mayhem: He may not be the youngest star but Sam is one of the most resilient. He's been through everything this ring has to throw at him and then some. That man is the real deal Richie.

Sam rolls to his feet quickly now, starting to feel incredibly pumped up. Trey gets to his, a little winded as Hess sprints in again! Another spear? No! Trey sidesteps and puts Hessingstock shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle! Trey takes a short run, Hessingstock gets his feet up though as he comes in, kicking Jordan in the face. Jordan shakes it off and comes in again, this time leaping up as Hess jumps to the second rope. Trey grabs him around the neck...Hess battles back though, punching him in the gut as he tries to lift for the superplex. Hess sends off a headbutt now, sending Trey crashing to the mat! The crowd ROAR as Sam looks up, throws his arms out into his cross-gun pose before leaping...ORIGINAL SY...NO!! TREY KIPS UP SUDDENLY AND IN A STANDING POSITION CATCHES HESS... Hess starts fighting still trying to avoid it as Trey looks for the Show's Over BUT the bell suddenly sounds.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: Folks this match has reached it's time limit and is being decided as a DRAW!!!

The fans are not happy, respectfully Trey gives up on trying for his finisher, dropping Sam to both feet. The two of them nod a bit, both tired... both aching but bring out some cheers from the crowd as they raise each other's arms. Then head from the ring... Neither appearing too pleased about the outcome... The REV-O-Tron comes to life, and the crowd jeers as Aaron Blaize is seen. He seems rather stoic, almost calm in nature as he looks down at his hands. He rubs them both together methodically as he nods his head slowly, the words starting to flow now, the venom heard in every verse.

Aaron Blaize: I can’t help but feel that here, in Revival… the change has been overlooked. This great change has not only affected one soul… oh no, it has affected all of you sycophantic parasites in the crowd.

Jeers now as Blaize cracks a slight sneer, still not making eye contact with the camera.

Aaron Blaize: For too long have I sat back, a quiet spectator, a catalyst of this proposed change. Now… oh, now, things are different. Now… I see the bigger picture, and NOW… I know what I must do. Each and every one of you slack-jawed, no talent hacks in the back had BEST take notice. I don’t care if you're Jim from catering, Maggie Mayhem, Trinks, Ben Hanson, Kerry Windsor, or even Myke Adams… it’s time you ALL learn just who in the hell I am.

Blaize stands up now, the camera following his every move. His back is to the camera now as he paces back and forth, the fervor heard rising in his voice as he speaks.

Aaron Blaize: Glory is not far away, but instead of childish antics and pathetic twitter wars, I take care of my business in the ring. You see, aside from the lovey-dovey antics and childish behavior, people seem to forget the real task at hand. This… is no ordinary match, and I will be DAMNED if I allow anyone… ANYONE… to take this moment away from me. I don’t care if blood is thicker than water, or if you’re nothing more than a blood sucking leech on the bottom of the barrel here in Revival… make no mistake about it.

Blaize spins around, locking his demonic, icy blue eyes on the camera for the first time this session. They are wide, full of anger and malice as his face nearly seethes with raw emotion.

Aaron Blaize: I’m coming for blood. Next week will be interesting, but come Glory… I will have justice, once… and for all. If any of you mucilaginous tapeworms in the crowd have anything to say about it, then go ahead, confront me… I’m not hard to find. Just know this. I am in every sense of the word, a viper. I don’t like you, I don’t CARE about you, and your feelings are the LEAST of my concern. The only thing I have on my mind… my only want and desire… is the Revival World Heavyweight Championship. And mark my words now, “Revival Nation…”

Blaize sneers wickedly into the camera as they boo him out of the building.

Aaron Blaize: WHEN I get my hands on the World Title… a change will come the likes of which NONE of you will have ever fathomed. This week, is merely the beginning. The Era of Aaron is once again… about to take flight. Only this time…

Blaize closes his eyes, cathartic in nature as he snickers to himself. He snaps his eyes open once mor amidst the jeering of the crowd, a row of pearly whites shown.

Aaron Blaize: …I will take NO prisoners, and I will NOT be overlooked. It’s coming, Revival…

Blaize closes his eyes once more, speaking finally in a hushed tone.

Aaron Blaize: …change.

The camera cuts away rather quickly, a wide angle of the jeering crowd shown as the lights come back up, and we’re taken back to Maggie Mayhem and Richie Trinks.

Mayhem: The vile and vicious Aaron Blaize still preaching change...

Stan Hopeforth: Coming up next is tonight MAIN EVENT! Heading out first for this tag team contest. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds and hails from Birmingham, England! Let's hear it for THHHHHE BRIIIIIIIIITISSSSHHHHH BOOOOOOOMBER!!!

The lights dim and Back In Black begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber to loud cheers from the fans, he makes he way down to the ring, slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing, he climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring before posing again as the music fades out.

Stan Hopeforth: And his tag team partner for tonight, hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in at a swift two hundred and twenty four pounds... Everboyd get off your seat for the METAL HEART... BEEEEEEEEN HAAAAAAANNNNNNSONNNNNNNN!!!

"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. He's wearing a black sleeveless tee emblazoned with a steel coloured heart over his ring attire. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around them with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect. Ben poses for the crowd, a smile spreading across Ben's 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 tee and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, as his theme fades off the P.A. he groups with British Bomber in their corner.

Stan Hopeforth: And their first opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... She weighs in at a flight ready hundred and thirty pounds. She is ALYYYYX SAAAAAAINT CROOOOOOIX!!!

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. She picks up her pace and slides in beneath the bottom rope and popping back to her feet in the middle of the ring. Alyx crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throwing up her hands like the rock star she is, while turning her head, eying up the team across the ring... Hanson and Bomber as Dope hits the P.A.

Stan Hopeforth: And finally, her partner in this contest and the Revival Legacy Champion... She hails from right here in Chicago... She weighs in at one hundred and forty pounds... Give it up for THE DEEEEEVIANT SYYYYYYDNEYYYYYY LAAAAROUX!!!

"I'm Back" by Dope has started playing now as the crowd give Sydney a rather warm reception. She steps onto the stage with her Legacy title in hand. A light bit of face paint smeared over one side of her face, almost like Myke Adams' "Joker" styled smile. Sydney warms up quickly as she smiles out at the crowd and holds her title high as pyro goes off around the edges of the stage. LaRoux drops the title to her shoulder as she starts down the aisle, tagging every hand she possibly can as she approaches the ring and jogs up the stairs. She quickly whistle to the time keeper and tosses him her title. Joining Alyx in their corner, the Deviant and St. Croix talk things over as the lights go to normal and Dope fades from the P.A.

Trinks: This should be rather fun to watch, watching two fine ladies run the ring like generals of war!

Mayhem: Yeah... Well I'm sure both these teams aim to be the victors. This should be a back and fourth, wildly competitive contest!

DING! DING!

Alyx and Bomber remain in the ring for their respective teams, as the bell sounds the crowd gets ready for action as Sydney claps and whistles in support of Alyx. Hanson does the same, clapping and shouting to the crowd to rally behind Bomber. Bomber smirking as he over shadows Alyx in size, the veteran goes in for a lock up but Alyx uses her speed to duck under it. THWHACK! The crowd awes as Alyx blast a wicked forearm shot rather harshly into the back of Bomber's head! TBB staggers forward, shaking his head as he quickly turns and goes wide eyed!!! DROPKICK to the kisser put Bomber on his back, Alyx hits the mat and scrambles over him. She looks like a woman scorned, and possessed as she pummels the Bomber with a furious set of rights and left punches. All over his chest, face and whatever else her fist will contact! She keeps swinging until Bomber gets his foot under the bottom rope and the ref forces Alyx away from TBB.

Trinks: WOW, I think I just got a hard on! That was some viciousness I've never seen from the gamer gal!

Mayhem: She was like an animal right there! Bomber is lucky he got under those ropes.

Alyx allows Bomber to get up via the ropes, she charges in and looks to clobber him with a running double axe handle. But the crowd gets loud in cheers as Bomber blocks the shot and snatches her around her waist, their chest to chest for only a brief moment however as TBB twist and spins around, launching Alyx with force up and over him with a wild belly belly spinning overhead suplex! St. Croix crunches over the mat hard, arching her back in agony now. TBB gets to one knee and smirks as he nods at the crowd and motions them to get up and get loud. He shakes off Alyx's early assault and goes in at her with a nasty stomp, then another, and another. TBB reaches over now and tags in Ben Hanson.

Trinks: There's the first tag, Syddo is left watching her partner get doubled up on!

Sydney tries to shout and rally Alyx, but TBB and Hanson pick her up together. Before the ref can stop them they launch Alyx at the ropes and catch her with a sick looking side slam, reverse bulldog combo! Bomber getting up and in their corner as Ben makes a pin now.

ONE!
TW... NOPE!

Alyx kicks out with all she's got, but Ben keeps control. He sits her up and latches on a rear chin lock of sorts. Grinding it in as he pulls to a stand, bringing Alyx with him. Hanson lays off the headlock now and grabs her wrist, he yanks her around and Irish whips her at the far buckles. Hanson giving chase and looking for a splash of sorts, the crowd whistles however as Alyx heads toward the buckles only to leap off her feet and land on the second turnbuckle with nice agility as she twist backward and slams into the approaching Hanson with a wild corkscrew plancha!!!

Trinks: Oh that was nice!

Mayhem: Very wild move there by Alyx, and now they are both down.

Hanson on his hands and knees as he kicks his feet a bit and shakes off the impact. Alyx digging on both elbows to her corner where she makes the tag to Syd and rolls under the ropes to the floor. LaRoux scouts Hanson now as Ben works back to his feet, the Deviant launches out of her corner and springboards herself high into the air off the center of the top rope! As Ben stands and turns he is caught with a wild flipping lariat from Syd that sends him back down. In his corner Bomber stomps and shouts "NO!" The crowd jarring the place with noise now as LaRoux pummels at the fallen Hanson with a flurry of punches. She jumps to her feet and bounds into the ropes, Hanson sitting up just in time to get snapped back down hard with a whiplash like move from a flipping Sydney! LaRoux coming to her knees and smirking at Bomber... TBB can't take it and charges through the ropes now... The crowd getting loud as the ref stops Bomber and argues with him. Sydney hurries and tugs at Ben getting him up, Alyx back in there corner and angry as she runs up the buckles and perches on the top of the ring post.

Trinks: Bomber better get out, this doesn't look good for Ben Hanson in there!

Mayhem: This could be a risky move indeed! What is Syd doing the Deviant Downfall already?!

LaRoux hoist up Hanson, looking for her GTS finish the Deviant Downfall but Ben gets the crowd loud as he elbows at Syd and slides down her back before fluidly landing a crushing German Suplex on the Legacy champ in a ditch effort.

Trinks: There he goes, Alyx better get in there!

Mayhem: Bomber is out of the ring, reaching for a tag now.

Syd comes up and peers over to see Alyx drop back to the apron and lean far as she can over the ropes for a tag. Hanson crawling towards the outstretched hand of Bomber. The crowd in riot mode now as at the same damn time Syd and Ben lunge toward their respective partners and make a tag out of the match! Alyx hits the ring with speed and anger on her side, Bomber coming in aggressively as well. TBB looks to clothesline Alyx's head off as she charges him, but he swings and misses as she ducks under and rebounds out of the ropes... BOOM! The ring quakes as Bomber turns and catches the rebounding Alyx with a sudden and wicked powerslam!

Trinks: OUCH!

Mayhem: Jesus the whole ring shook from the impact of that one!

Alyx arches up in pain, but works her way to a seat. Touching at her back, the Bomber comes charging in and looks to kick her in the back... but Alyx rolls backward and jabs both feet into Bomber's gut! She then somehow rolls back forward and lands a wicked modified monkey flip on TBB! Bomber landing hard over his back before scrambling up.

Mayhem: That was a nice move from St. Croix!

Alyx gets her feet now, Bomber staggers up. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Alyx lands some nasty knife edge chops over Bomber then thumps a right forearm to his face. She whips him across the ring and Bomber rebounds out of the ropes and right into a fast Hurricanrana by St. Croix. Alyx continuing her assault with more blasting punches to Bomber! The crowd loud however as Hanson charges into the action once more and dropkicks Alyx off Bomber!

Trinks: Whoa now, Hanson coming in without the tag!

Mayhem: He was assisting his partner, that's good tag wrestling... HERE comes Syd now too!

The referee looks pretty upset now as slight chaos breaks out, Sydney coming in and shoving back Hanson. The two start trading shots, but Alyx joins in and helps Syd back Hanson to a corner. They throw punches back and fourth, Bomber slowly getting his feet under him... He charges in as well and slams into the back of LaRoux! He wraps her up and looks for a Russian legsweep but Sydney blocks and punches at Bomber! The two begin and fist fight of sorts, trading shots.

Trinks: They better break it up, that zebra is warning them.

Mayhem: They aren't even paying him no mind, this is an emotional show down Richie!

Ben comes out of the corner and nails a swinging neckbreaker on Alyx, she flops and rolls near a corner as Ben leaps up and stands... Before the ref can stop him he sails down at Alyx with a High trajectory guillotine leg drop! But Alyx rolls away and Ben lands over his rear and howls in agony.

Trinks: HE MISSED!

Mayhem: I think the referee has had enough! He's calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The referee has given his decision... And this match is a no contest folks!

Trinks: They aren't happy in there, shoving is going down...

Mayhem: ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT!!!

As Bomber and LaRoux share some words and a few shoves, nobody is happy about the match being tossed. Hanson seated in the corner as he grimaces and clutches his rear a bit. St. Croix grabbing at the ropes to work her way up... Adams and Blaize however have stormed the ring...

Trinks: NOT THEM! NOT TONIGHT!!!

Blaize is quick to clothesline Bomber from the side, thus knocking him up and over the ropes. British Bomber flips out of the ring and lands hard over the unforgiving arena floor. He slowly stirs, but isn't getting up right away. Blaize now has his sights on LaRoux for a moment, the crowd in a frenzy as Blaize and LaRoux stare each other down. Then Aaron's eyes narrow as he sees Hanson getting up from the corner... Across the ring, Myke has simply forces Alyx through the ropes and down over the floor with a shove.

Mayhem: They're here for revenge on Hanson for last week... I think!

Blaize charges in and goes off on Hanson, before Ben can stand he is eating stomps and kicks from the Viper. Adams heads over towards Hanson... But before he reaches he peers over to see an angry Sydney. Her eyes pleading with Myke as Blaize punches and stomps at Hanson. Adams finally pulls at Blaize... We can see the words, "Enough." come from Adams... Blaize sneers wide at his partner in crime and shoves him aside to continue his assault. Myke lines up almost looking like he's going to go at Blaize when the crowd goes into a frenzy!!! KERRY WINDSOR has come through the crowd and hits the ring!

Trinks: KERRY IS HERE!!! YES! YES! YES!

Mayhem: He showed up after all!

Windsor charges in the ring and takes Myke off guard, clotheslining him hard as the champion hits the rope and tumbles out. Working back to his feet as Kerry works quickly now. He whistles loud as we Sydney heads through the ropes toward Adams and St. Croix... Blaize snaps up and only catches Windsor headed at him and leaping up... HE NAILS BACK TO SQUARE ONE ON BLAIZE!!! The crowd shaking the place in cheers. Windsor then extends his hand to Hanson, helping him from the corner... ONLY TO DVD HIM DOWN OVER THE MAT!!!

Trinks: Kerry is PISSED! He laying waste to those in the ring...

Mayhem: HERE COMES MYKE!

LaRoux has helped up Alyx, they both try to halt him, but Adams slides in the ring and heads at Windsor. The crowd on their feet and whistling as the two are now chest to chest. Their faces damn near touching as they mouth off at one another and stare into the other's eyes!

Trinks: It's a stare down!

Mayhem: Folks we're outta time, damn we are. Blaize is down, Hanson is down... And now Windsor and Adams are ready to rumble...

Trinks: WE'LL SEE YA NEXT WEEK!

The show draws to a close now as we see Blaize stirring to get up, Hanson doing the same. Outside the ring Bomber, St. Croix, and LaRoux all glance to the ring as a tight shot of Windsor and Adams staring each down, chest to chest fades to...

Revival camera crews cut to the parking garage where we see Rian Valiant on his cell phone again walking toward his vehicle. In the background we see two figures step out of the darkness.

Mayhem: What is that?

Valiant pops the trunk and places his bag in the trunk as the figures step closer to him. Two men dressed in suits, gloves, and president’s masks.

Mayhem: What is going on?

One man is wearing a Barack Obama mask and the other is wearing a George W. Bush mask. Valiant turns around and gets punched in the stomach by Barack Obama. George Bush grabs Valiant and drives him into the concrete with a reverse ddt.

Trinks: Who are these men?! They’re attacking the commissioner!

Barack Obama starts putting the boots to Valiant while George Bush just stands watching with a blank stare.

Trinks: Is the Anti-Establishment up to this? It has to be them!

George Bush squats down and removes his mask The fans erupt!

Trinks: SULLIVAN AIMES!

Mayhem: Why?!

Barack Obama removes his mask revealing himself to be Theodore Drake. Sullivan Aimes smacks Rian Valiant across the face and begins talking.

Sullivan Aimes: I’m the best thing to hit REVIVAL and you won't even give me the common courtesy of a small conversation? Everyone’s got a vision for how REVIVAL needs to be run and what it should be molded by. If it’s a war on politics they want to see... Then it’s a war on politics they shall receive!

Sullivan and Drake walk away as cameras pan down to reveal a hurt Rian Valiant laying on the concrete pad just behind his car, his trunk still open. The REVIVAL fist logo re-appears before a black screen takes over and HBO returns to it's usual programing.