VIOLENCE: XIII [August 9, 2012]

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Kerry Windsor and Chelsea Pryce are seen in the parking lot area, making their way towards the arena. Chelsea walks by his side, with her arms wrapped around his, a beaming smile on her face. Kerry, however, doesn’t look as happy. Gone is his usual arrogant smile, and instead his face is masked in a worried scowl. Chelsea tugs on his arm, causing him to look down at her.

Chelsea Pryce: Come on Kerry, everything is going to be alright.

Chelsea tries to be reassuring and optimistic, but her attempts are in vain. Kerry shakes his head at her.

Kerry Windsor: That’s easy for you to say Chels, they aren’t after you.

He glances around nervously. She sighs.

Chelsea Pryce: You need to be focused, Kerry. Tonight is about survival, remember? Just make it through the night, and then Glory is yours.

She looks to the left for a moment before she shakes her head and reaches into her purse. A sigh emits from her parted lips seconds later.

Chelsea Pryce: I forgot something in the car. Go on ahead of me; I’ll catch up later.

Releasing Kerry’s arm, she makes a complete 180 turn and heads back in the direction of their vehicle. Kerry watches her as she walks away, admiring her rear end for a quick second before continuing on. He adjusts his duffel bag, and seems to be lost in his thoughts, when all of a sudden, the sound of an engine gunning in the distance can be heard. Kerry gazes to his right, trying to trace the source of the sound.

A pair of high beams flash brightly into his face, causing him to instinctively stop and shield his eyes. The car then speeds forward, picking up speed as it barrels towards Kerry. Frozen in place, it seems as if the worst is about to happen, but Kerry regains his senses and dives out of the way just in the nick of time, as a muscle car speeds by. Kerry rolls on the asphalt, stopping on his stomach and glances up, just to see the tail lights of the car as it rounds a curve. Chelsea Pryce comes running back into the picture seconds later.

Chelsea Pryce: OH MY GOD, KERRY ARE YOU ALRIGHT!

She kneels down next to Kerry and helps him to a kneeling position. He doesn’t say a word, he just continues to look on in the direction that the car disappeared into, his face contorted with rage. The scene slowly fades out.

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.

Trinks begins a chant all of his own as the show opens. He bangs his fists against the announce table as he does.

Richie Trinks: REVIVAL! REVIVAL! REVIVAL!!

Mayhem: Hello Revival! Welcome to unLucky number thirteen broadcast of Violence! We have so much going to tonight, Trinks! We have That brutal Main Event where the Viper himself has given Myke Adams an ultimatum. Either he picks him and “Change” or he picks his heart, Sydney LaRoux.

Trinks: Love is overrated Margret.

Mayhem: Either way, it is sure to be something to watch.

Trinks:Don’t forget we have the Tag-Team bout with my little slice of WOW heaven come to life, Alyx!

Mayhem: She teams up with Aimes to go head to head with Samuel Hessingstock and The British Bomber. We are gearing up for an explosive night ladies and gentleman.

Mayhem and Trinks are cut short as a wandering cameraman searches for something exciting backstage. Before he is able to turn the corner, the camera whips around and catches a young, petite blonde-haired lady.

? ? ?: Awrite! Dinnae mean tae intrude, but ah figured ah’d introduce mahself. Mah name is Breanne Cayden, the Scottish Empath! An’ right behind ya is...

The cameraman turns the camera and puts a very tall, well toned young man with soft brown hair in view.

? ? ?: ...Brandon Cohen, the Vagrant Gamer, at your service. Hello Revival fans!

He grins and waves at the camera. He moves over behind Breanne, leans down a little and rests his chin on the top of her head.

Brandon Cohen: And together, we are known as Double Forte, the newest tag team to hit the professional wrestling industry.

Breanne Cayden: Aye! Revival Wrestlin’, yer in fir quite a treat! Ah’m ready tae give it mah all!

To emphasize this, she shivers. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him.

Brandon Cohen: And I’ll be right there with you, Bre. I’m your tag-team partner and your manager, but most important of all, I’m your best friend. Forever.

She looks over her shoulder at him and gives him a bright smile. Tapping on his arms, she pulls away after he lets go, turns to him and the two engage in a cool-looking secret handshake. They both face the camera and grin.

Breanne and Brandon: Heads up; get fierce!

As the camera fades from this scene, we return to Maggie and Richie.

Trinks: Hey, can I get in on that hot Scottish blonde babe? I’ll be more than willing to get fierce with her!

Mayhem: Quit while you’re ahead, Richie. <ahem> I think Double Forte are going to make a good impact in Revival Wrestling.

Trinks: Did you see how cute Breanne looked in her kilt?

Mayhem: To be honest, I was kinda paying more attention to Brandon.

Trinks: Yeah, he’s good-looking... <cough> I mean what?

Mayhem: ...Nevermind. Let’s go to Stan with our first match of the night, Trinks.

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

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.

Stan Hopeforth: Residing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 135lbs, she is “Natural Superiority” CHELSEAAAAAAA PRYCE!

Near the end of the ramp, Chelsea pushes several strands of her blonde hair back with a hand before she pulls the purple fingerless glove down with her other hand. Focused, she 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.

Mayhem: I’ve noticed that Chelsea’s been off her game as of late.

Trinks: Well she said it herself; she’s lost three matches in a row. I bet tonight’s going to be loss number four.

Mayhem: That may be the case, but she might be able to get the win.

Trinks: Not against her next opponent, this man!

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent...

The arena dims to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, Innerpartysystem's "Don't Stop" blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from the video above. A shower of golden sparks drop to the ground as a very arrogant and very assured Thaddeus Grey makes his way out! As the golden-shower fades away, the arena is lit in a yellow hue. Walking to the ring to a chorus of boos, "Mr. One Night Stand" is nothing but confidence, the smirk on his face serving as the perfect example of such a statement. As he reaches the ring, the fans really let him have it, the boos turning to jeers and insults, but Grey pays them no attention.

Stan Hopeforth: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 200lbs, he is “Mr. One Night Stand” THADDEUS GREYYYYYY!

Methodically, he walks up the stairs, staring into the eyes of his opponent. As he's halfway across the apron, he wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. After a brief pause, he stands in the center, basking in the negative reaction the capacity crowd is giving him. A slight smile forms in the corner of his mouth, as the lights return to normal. Grey turns to his corner and quickly does a few stretches, awaiting the referee to call for the bell.

Trinks: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Thaddeus Grey!

Mayhem: This is his first match in Revival Wrestling. Let’s see if he has what it takes to be here.

Trinks: Of course he has what it takes to be here! He’s Mr. One Night Stand! Chelsea should just lay down and let him win. Who knows? She might get some action right after that!

Mayhem: I don’t think she wants anything to do with him in that manner...

The bell rings and the match is underway. Pryce relies on swiftness and speed while Grey leans towards aggression and power. He attempts to grapple with her, but she she gives him a quick kick to the knees and forces him to release her. Another quick kick to the knees causes him to stagger, then she goes for a kick to the chest. Unfortunately for her, Grey catches her ankle and attempts to throw her over. Pryce is able to flip in midair and land on her feet, then she runs and launches at him with a forearm smash. Not only does Grey block this, but he counters with a harsh elbow to her face and this forces her to stumble. She can’t quite recover fast enough as he lands a heavy blow to her head, and another, then one more with authority as she falls down to one knee. Grey smirks and forces Pryce to stand, doubling her over with a kick to the midsection before making her go down with a jumping faceplant!

Mayhem: This could be it for Chelsea!

Trinks: Over before it even starts! Haha!

1...


2...!

Pryce kicks out at 2! Grey is a little disappointed by this, but he shakes it off and gets up with her. He delivers a blow to her gut, turns and rebounds against the ropes-- only for her to nail him with a backflip kick to the side of his temple!

Trinks: Where the hell did that come from?!

Mayhem: Nice move by Ms. Pryce! Can she capitalize?

Pryce covers Grey with the hook of a leg and the referee goes for the count. Before he reaches 2, Grey kicks out with authority! Both he and Pryce are on their feet at about the same time and he thumbs her in the eye. The fans are booing as the referee tries to argue with Grey, but Mr. One Night Stand doesn’t listen as he immediately throws Pryce shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Pryce grimaces in pain as she slowly pulls away, but Grey is there to grab her and twist her right into a swinging neckbreaker! She falls down on her back and looks dazed.

Mayhem: I don’t think Chelsea realizes where she is!

Trinks: Get her, Thaddeus! 1, 2, 3!

Grey goes for the pinfall and the referee starts the count. 1... 2... Pryce kicks out before the 3! Grey shakes his head as he pulls her up and launches her straight into the opposite turnbuckles, driving her shoulder first against the post like last time! The fans are trying to cheer Pryce on as she slumps down, falls back and clutches her right shoulder. Grey sees this, makes his way over to her and paintbrushes the back of her head. Pulling her up, he grabs her right arm, stretches it across his chest and smashes her down on the mat face first; thus, insuring an armbar takedown. Pryce grits her teeth and hisses in agony instead of yells, then she’s turned over so Grey can go for the pin attempt.

1...

2...

No! Pryce somehow kicks out! Unamused, Grey shakes his head and gets onto his feet, dragging her up with him. He attempts to launch her towards a third set of the turnbuckles, but this time she halts it and reverses--

Mayhem: Joker’s Reversal!

Trinks: What the hell?! This isn’t supposed to be happening!

Mayhem: Here’s the pin attempt by Chelsea!

Grey still has too much energy in him, kicking out right after 2! Pryce is slow to get on her feet, but she manages it and Grey is right after her.

Grey takes no time in grabbing the back of Pryce’s neck and he throws her down onto the mat. The fans are booing as he grabs her by the hair now, dragging her to one of the corners of the ring. She tries to retaliate and manages to get a kick to his chest, but he counters with harsh stomps all over her body, ceasing her defenses. Grey spits on Pryce’s face before he hauls her onto her feet, doubles her over with a kick and drives her down with an implant DDT! However, he quickly shifts and forces her into the Grey Matter!

Trinks: It’s over, Chels! Just tap out!

Mayhem: She’s in the middle of nowhere...

Trinks: Aha! She’s tapping!

The referee rings the bell.

Stan Hopeforth: Here is your winner, “Mr. One Night Stand” THADDEUS GREYYYYY!

“Don’t Stop” by Innerpartysystem plays from the PA system and Grey eventually lets go of Pryce. He stands on his feet with a leer on his face and shoves the referee aside so he alone can embrace the boos from the crowd.

Cameras take us backstage where Sullivan Aimes leads the way for Politically Incorrect(Theodore Drake & L.J.). They pass numerous doors while striding through the hallway. They mean business while all sporting their Anti-Anti-Establishment/Anti-Resistance t-shirts.

Trinks: And there's the biggest crybaby in the industry. I swear that boy should've been breast fed his whole life.

Jessica King catches up to Politically Incorrect and shoves a microphone in Sullivan's face.

King: Sullivan, Sullivan, what do you have to say for yourself after attacking Commissioner Valiant last week?

They all stop in unison and Sullivan glares a Jessica a minute without responding. L.J. steps up and decks Jessica King with a right hook. Jessica King drops in the middle of the hallway and other event crew members rush over to her aid.

Mayhem: That's uncalled for!

Trinks: Jessica King just got her lights punched out.

Sullivan steps over a fallen Jessica King and L.J. and Drake follow his lead. Cameras cut to ringside.

Mayhem: What in the blueberry hill is wrong with Sullivan Aimes? He attacked Valiant Last week and now, poor Jessica!

Trinks: Wanna know why Jessica will wake up with two black eyes, Magpie? Sullivan Aimes ladyfriend just told her TWICE!!!

Mayhem: You think you are hysterical don’t you?

Trinks: You bet your sweet ass I do!

We head backstage from the witty banter to the locker room of “The Knightmare” Tyler Knight he’s getting set for his match up against Darius Jensen. Kaori is present in the locker room too as she is massaging the shoulder of Tyler to help him loosen up for his match. Tyler is in his black wrestling boots, they have buckles to do them up looking rather Goth like. He also has black MMA style shorts on that have different horror film bad guys on but the thing that is more relevant to him is Freddy Krugers blades. Also he has black knee pads and black fingerless gloves to finish his look off.

Tyler Knight: “You know Kaori, tonight I'm going out there a happy man. Darius is going to be thinking that this week that it's my weakness but for once it's one of my strengths. You don't realise how happy you've made me and I dedicate this match to you. I'm going out there to get the win for you, to make Jensen cry out in pain for your satisfaction.”

Kaori is dressed in an evening oriental dress. Even in a dress, her belly exposes a little bit due to the unborn baby she is carrying. Despite that she is helping Tyler warm up for his match against Darius Jensen, being back here gave her bad vibes.

Kaori Shikagami: "Hai, I'm looking forward to your victory."

She smiles weakly before placing a hand on to her stomach. Turning around to face her Tyler place his hand on her stomach too. He rub her stomach as he took Kaori's other hand with his other hand place a kiss on her hand.

Tyler Knight: “You and little one have really started to make me realise that maybe I can be happy for once. Also I'm glad we agreed on Sydney LaRoux being our babies Godmother. She will do an awesome job, now to figured out who to be Godfather. Any way where would you like to go to celebrate my victory? Some where you can get food after all you got to keep your strength up for little ones sake as well.”

Now taking his hand from her stomach Tyler got to his feet walking over to his locker. He grabbed the photo of his mother, it was an old photo from 16 or 17 years ago. He kissed the photo before walking back over to Kaori with it.

Tyler Knight: “This photo here is of my mother and of your grandma little one. Kaori treasure this photo because I want you to look after it for me. After all I don't want no one thinking they can just walk in here and take it. This picture goes with me every where since it's the only picture I have of my mother and only thing of hers.”

He lowered his head looking away from Kaori, he wiped away the few tears that streamed down his face. Turning back to Kaori he hoped she didn't notice he had wiped away those tears. Now passing her the photo of his mother he started stretching for his match.

Kaori looks down at the photo of Tyler's mother and closes her eyes for a moment. Keeping the photo close to her, she was thinking back for a moment when her own mother passed from radiation poisoning.

Kaori Shikagami: "... Oka-san..."

Literally about to cry once that thought came into mind. She opens her eyes and looks over at Tyler, trying to keep a straight face.

Kaori Shikagami: "I will treasure this, Tyler-sama. I'll treasure it with my life."

Noticing she was about to cry Tyler pulled her gentle towards him hugging her. He held her in his muscular arms knowing she would feel safe.

Tyler Knight: “Kaori I'm sorry to upset you, I know we talked about your mother too. Let's promise each other now that what ever it takes we will make them both proud of us.”

Using his thumbs to wipe the tears that had formed in her eyes he stared straight in to them seeing all the hurt she had experienced.

Tyler Knight: “I can see that you experienced as much hurt in your life as I have and I promise you this now I'll do whatever it take to make you happy. You and our unborn child are what matter most to me now. Any way it's time to focus on our future and first of all me beaten this punk Darius Jensen. If you could please babe, could you go out to the refreshments table and grab me a couple of bottles of water?”

Kaori smiles a little bit.

Kaori Shikagami: "Okay, I'll be right back."

With that being said, she gives him a kiss before exiting the locker room to go fetch Tyler a couple of bottles of water.

Mayhem:Just when I thought those two couldn’t get any more weird! Please, take us back to sanity Hopeforth!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Heading to the ring first, from Norway... HE... IS... DAAARIOUSSSS JEEEEENNNSONNNN!!!

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

Trinks: This guy is truly... just wrong.

Mayhem: You mean there seems to be something wrong with him, right Richie?

Trinks: No. I seriously mean he's a few fries short of the Happy Meal!

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opposition... hailing from California. Let's hear it for THE KNIGHTMARE... TYYYYYYLER KNIIIIIIIGGGGHT!!!

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

Trinks: Time to rumble! Wake me when it's over...

Mayhem: What?

DING! DING!

Trinks: This should be pretty uneventful. Wake me when some real stars are shining tonight!

Mayhem: Um, begging to differ here. Both Knight and Jenson are uber talents. I'd show some respect or maybe I'll go on up there and let em both know what ya just said.

Trinks: Hey now! No reason for threats... Fine, let the thrilling contest of a Devil's nightmare continue!

Mayhem: A what?!

Trinks: Hush Magpie. Let us watch ability personified...

Trinks laughs, we hear Mayhem simply sigh as the match finally gets some action. Jenson and Knight tie up and start looking to take the advantage over the other. Jenson uses his savvy technical skills and quickly lands a knee shot to Knight. He then twist Tyler's wrist, Knight slapping at his shoulder and grimacing in agony as Jenson moves him around the ring in a small circle whilst twisting on the wrist. Darius then strikes with speed, yanking on the wrist and tugging Knight into him only to land a nasty back elbow with a huge SMACK across Knight's face! Tyler staggers and clutches his face, Jenson waste not a breath now... He comes back in and snatches up Knight's head. Wrenching on a side headlock, Jenson's teeth clinched tightly as he sneers out at the crowd and stomps around the ring with Knight's head under his arm. Tyler is fighting, his arms flail as he attempts to break free!

Mayhem: That's a vile headlock. Tyler Knight better get himself some space in there!

Trinks: Jenson is a demon, a creature of the fiery pits in Hell. He's relentless, and vicious!

Mayhem: Is that so?

Trinks: Yup. It sounded good atleast...

Knight gets the ropes now, and Jenson refuses to break the headlock. The ref starts a DQ count and nearly counts to the DQ, but at the last second... Darius lets go. Tyler gags and staggers forward, but Jenson is quick and comes back in for more. He snatches up Tyler and looks for a Russian Leg Sweep... The crowd getting loud as Tyler blocks it however. Knight throws two elbows shots into Jenson now and then lands a crushing and swift reversed Russian Leg Sweep onto Jenson! Darius lands hard face first over the mat and flails and flops a bit himself. Tyler is on one knee now, he sneers in anger as he quickly stands and shakes off the headlock. Darius scrambling up only to get plowed back down!!!

Mayhem: Oh! Brutal spinning roundhouse kick from Knight to Jenson! That had to ring some bells in Darius' head!

Trinks: It was nasty!

Darius falls to a knee, clutching his head in pain. Tyler is back in the fight now, nearly seeming to growl as he throws a heavy right hand flush in Jenson's face! This staggers Darius back to his feet, Tyler snags his wrist and slings Jenson around and into the ropes with force. Darius rebounds out and is hammered down over the canvas with a completely wild Busaiku Knee Kick!!!

Mayhem: GOOD KNIGHT!

Trinks: That was a stunner, straight out of nowhere!

Mayhem: Tyler Knight may have just made quick work of Jenson here tonight folks!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... THE KNIGHTMARE... TYYYYLER KNIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHTTTT!!!

Mayhem: That was quick, Tyler Knight with an impressively quick victory here tonight folks!

Trinks: As much as it pains me, this guy can go. Wonder how long before he gets himself into a title scene here at Revival!

Mayhem: Um he just wrestled Ethan Teller last Violence for the Primetime title.

Trinks: Yeah, yeah. I wanna see how hard he'll bring it against Adams or LaRoux!

Mayhem: You also don't want Adams as champ... I'm pretty sure you'd love for anyone to beat him and take it!

Trinks laughs here, in the ring Jenson sits up in shock. Touching at his jaw, and glaring through the ropes at Tyler Knight. Tyler all smirks now as he backs up the aisle and holds a victorious 'devil horns' high over his head with his right arm.

Trinks: You're pretty much right for a change Magpie.

Mayhem: For a change?!

Trinks: Okay... You're always right... Jeebus!

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

“So I say, ‘That’s not my thumb love’!”

As the camera fades in backstage the British Bomber is seen laughing it up with an unseen person off camera. A hand drops down onto Bomber’s shoulder and the camera pulls out revealing a laughing Bob Pooler.

Pooler: That one’s WAY better than the one with the priest and the duck.

Bomber: Says you mate!

The two continue to chuckle but Bomber’s face falls and his expression turns sour as he looks over Pooler’s shoulder. A sultry voice can be heard before the person comes into view.

“Sounds like Ollie’s telling joked again.”

As “The Deviant” Sydney Laroux comes into view the sound of the fans bursting into cheers seems to reverberate through the arena. She maneuvers her way next to Pooler, her Legacy title slung over her shoulder and a smug look on her face.

Laroux: From all the laughter it must have been a retelling of our last encounter Ollie.

Bomber bites at the goading and Pooler, without looking, puts his hand against Bomber’s chest holding him back. His smile never leaving his face, Pooler looks Sydney up and down, extending his hand.

Pooler: “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting; Bob Pooler.”

Sydney looks at the extended hand, pausing for a moment before shaking it as thought not sure what to make of it.

Laroux: “Yeah … nice to meet you.”

Undeterred, Pooler turns his back more to Bomber and gives Sydney his full attention.

Pooler: “So … what’s with the awkward tension here?”

He looks from the unimpressed face of Laroux to the anger filled face of Bomber.

Pooler: “Is this about Holli?”

Pooler apparently touched a nerve as both Bomber and Laroux glare at him.

Pooler: “Ah, touchy subject … sorry.”

Bomber points a finger at Sydney

Bomber: “That’s a small part of it, but this is mainly about the fact that I’m still waiting for my shot at that Legacy title!”

The Deviant looks down at Bomber’s finger, her dark eyes narrowing.

Laroux: Unless you want to learn to pick your nose with your thumb I wouldn’t be pointing anything at me like that. You know DAMN well what you did to Holli and you know there’s no way you’d stand a chance against me for this.”

She taps the title over her shoulder.

Bomber: “What, so in four months time you’ve only defended that title twice? Against Aimes and Hanson you barely squeaked out victories; you’ve done nothing but dodge me when I try and get a title shot out of you …”

Sydney raises her voice for the first time.

Laroux: “BECAUSE YOU’VE DONE NOTHING TO EARN ONE! Look, Ollie … you’ve been in match after match, carried by more talented partners. You haven’t done anything remotely impressive enough for me to want to bother defending this against you.”

Pooler, scratching his chin, nods his head at Sydney.

Pooler: “She brings up a good point. I mean, have you talked to Valiant about a shot?”

Laroux: “He’s too busy worrying about how to get the World title off of Myke and break up AE … he doesn’t have time for pathetic bitching from you Ollie.

Crossing his arms over his chest Pooler leans backwards against the wall.

Pooler: “Well, I don’t know about the fans but I’d LOVE to see the two of you lock horns once and for all … if not to just get you to stop taking cheap shots at each other.

The fans, liking the sound of a Bomber/Laroux match, begin to cheer loudly.

Laroux: “Well, thankfully, you have about as much pull around here as the guy selling popcorn in section 107.”

The camera suddenly shifts to the arena, section 107, where some teenager hocking popcorn starts jumping up and down and waving his arms. It cuts quickly back to the backstage where Bomber, Laroux and Pooler are all looking off camera.

Pooler: “Well, I might not have as much pull as that kid but I seem to remember that Valiant isn’t the only guy around here able to make matches!”

At this Sydney smiles.

Laroux: “You really think you’ll be able to convince Samuel to put me in a match against … him?”

She points at Bomber.

Pooler: “Who said anything about Hessingstock?”

Sydney and Bomber both look at Pooler confused.

Pooler: “This whole ‘retired’ thing just wasn’t working for me a few months back. A business venture sort of … fell into my lap and I jumped on it. Come to find out Hessingstock isn’t the only member of the Revival Wrestling Board of Directors who likes to hang around backstage.”

Bomber’s eyes go wide and Sydney shakes her head back and forth slowly.

Pooler: “That’s right … I’m directing this board … like a BOSS.

The fans cheer at the announcement that Pooler has come out of retirement if only to become one of the faceless board of directors in Revival.

Pooler: “And like a boss I need to do what’s good for this company; which is why … at Glory … I’m going to do something that should have been done weeks ago. ‘The Deviant’ Sydney Laroux will put her Legacy title on the line … against you!”

He turns and pushes a finger into the chest of Bomber.

Pooler: “The British Bomber!”

The fans go absolutely wild and Bomber looks like Christmas has come early. Laroux, though, looks at Pooler with a fire in her eyes.

Laroux: “Fine … his funeral then.

As she storms away Bomber grabs hold of Pooler’s hand and shakes it excitedly, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Trinks: Wa-Hoo! LaRoux defends against Bomber at GLORY! About time that painted-up-face-loving-harlot gets what’s coming to her!

Mayhem: Sydney just may lose that Legacy Title at Glory! I can’t imagine Bob Pooler making friends by making matches like that around here.


Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gents, get ready for some PRIME TIME ACTION!!! Our following contest will be a triple threat for the Primetime championship!!! Heading down now is our first challenger... He hails from Arizona, he is FAAAAAGAN BAAAAAALLENTINEEEEEE!!!

"Alya" by DJ Tiesto starts to play... It plays for moments, a good while until finally Fagan can be seen coming through the crowd. The fans that he passes slap at his shoulders, as he 'tags' a few hands as well. The bearded big guy then jumps the barricade and rolls into the ring. Fagan smiles wide under his thick beard as he sits in the corner for a second, wipes his face, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He stretches his arms out and is ready for war.

Stan Hopeforth: And now coming next, the second challenger... And very first and former... Primetime champ, let's hear it for THE DRAAAAAAAGON ALLLLLEX DRAAAAAAAKE!!!

"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. 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. He and Fagan stare each other down, sizing one another up as they await the current Primetime champion...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 and Primetime Champion flash 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. His Primetime title tight around his waist.

Stan Hopeforth: And finally, the last one out for this match... He is the current defending Primetime champion... Hailing from New York City... Everyone get loud for EEEEEEEETHANNN TELLLLLERRRRR!!!

The crowd jeers him rather loudly now, Teller smirks with and 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, now unstrapping his title and handing it to the referee. The ref holds it high for all to see before handing it out to the time keeper. Asa the three competitors eye ball one another up the ref signals things to begin by calling for the opening bell.

DING! DING!

Trinks: Time for a showdown! Triple threat action, the first of two triples tonight!

Mayhem: Should be a great contest, Primetime title on the line. Teller will look to retain, but Ballentine HAS to wanna make a splash in Revival...

Trinks: Oh I'm sure he makes quite the splash! Ha ha ha!

Mayhem: Not what I meant, also I'm pretty sure Alex Drake would love to get that title back. He was our very first Primetime champion after winning that wild open entrants Battle Royal!

The three men circle the ring now, each looking toward the other two. Finally the crowd gets thunderous as they stomp, and clap in unison with a booming chant.

Crowd: LET'S JUST WRESTLE! [Clap. Stomp. Clap.] LET'S JUST WRESTLE!

Trinks: These fans...

Mayhem: They're ready for action...

Finally they get it, all three men go in at each other. Punches going across to each and every direction. Fagan however uses his size here, he scoops up Alex Drake from nowhere and swings him around... Alex's feet crack Teller in the head and send the Primetime champ staggering across the ring. Ballentine now spins through the air sideways and crushes Alex under him with a heavy spinning slam! Drake calls out as his back arches in agony, Fagan quickly getting up as Ethan comes at him. Now the two trade shot for shot, back and fourth. Fagan gets the crowd cheering as he blocks a punch finally and swings Ethan around, hooking him up and bringing him down over his rear harshly with a wild full nelson sit out slam!!!

Trinks: OUCHIES!

Mayhem: That was a nice move from Ballentine!

Fagan shoves Ethan aside and rises, but Alex Drake is already up and charging in. WHACK! A nice leaping dropkick connects from Drake to Ballentine! This staggers Fagan back, Alex rolling up and leaping again... THUMP! Another picture perfect dropkick connects! Ballentine stumbles and goes back first into the buckles. Drake rushes in and goes off with solid rights and lefts, working over Fagan before charging across the ring and running back at Ballentine in the corner. But Teller gets up and catches Alex off guard as he rushes across the ring... Tilt a whirl backbreaker connects! The Primetime champ folding Drake backward over his knee with speed and force! Drake lays over the mat clutching his back. Teller now goes after the big man in the corner...

Trinks: Triple the Mayhem!

Mayhem: Hey, I actually agree with you for once. Love the terminology too!

The crowd gets loud though as the Primetime champ goes in at Fagan only to eat a boot shot to the kisser. This staggers Teller back, Ballentine charges out of the corner... HOLY SHIT! resounds through the arena however as Teller ducks down on the charging Fagan and tosses him up and over in a WILD big time back body drop!!! The ring shakes as Fagan lands wickedly down over his back!!! Teller falling to one knee and grimacing as he touches at his own back...

Trinks: That's a brilliant way to get a hernia.

Mayhem: So what, listen to this crowd... That was an impressive show of will from the Primetime champ Ethan Teller!

Teller gets back up now, but Alex Drake is up as well. The two of them go back into a tie up, Ethan bringing the smaller sized Drake down to one knee... THUMP! A nasty knee shot connects from Ethan to Alex! This stumbles Drake back up and backward, Alex tumbling into the turnbuckles himself now. Teller rushes in and shoves two wicked shoulders into Alex's gut. Ethan rears back and rushes in looking for a third... But the crowd gets loud as somehow Alex Drake leaps up and springs his feet off the second buckle... Diving and rolling over Ethan Teller as he collides through the buckles and shoulder first into the unforgiving steel ring post! Drake coming to his feet with a slight smirk now.

Trinks: That's was pretty!

Mayhem: Fagan is up now!

As Teller works to get himself out of the corner, Drake nods in enjoyment... The crowd is thundering however as Ballentine is up behind him. Drake turns sensing this only to get folded over by the bulky bearded warrior via a toe kick... Fagan grabs up Alex Drake and snaps him around and over, BOOM the ring quakes upon Drake being thunderously gut wrench Jacknife powerbombed over the mat!

Trinks: Nice! What a powerbomb!

Mayhem: Champ is back up, he's climbing the buckles... LOOK OUT!

Teller goes airborne, the crowd roars with delight as he nails a diving top rope missile dropkick! It connects flush into Fagan's chest and sends the big guy down hard over the mat. Teller rushing back up and diving over Fagan, punches are unleashed now from Ethan. Teller pummeling Ballentine over and over now. Alex Drake starts to grab at the ropes... Still stunned and aching from the wicked powerbomb, he gets up and shakes it off. Just as Teller stands after his assault... WHACK! The crowd roars as Alex Drake paint brushes and running forearm smack dab into the side of the Primetime champion's face!

Trinks: Damn, that had to sting!

Mayhem: I'd say, Teller will be feeling that one for a few days.

Teller goes down and lays face first over the canvas. A foot kicks here and there, Fagan now being assisted to his staggered feet by Drake. The crowd exploding however as Fagan snaps back to life and drills punches at Drake. Alex returning the shots, they stumble across and around the ring now trading shots...

Trinks: FIST FIGHT!

Mayhem: This has been a great triple threat... The champ is back on his feet now too!

Ethan Teller is angry as he charges at the tro men trading shots, he looks to axe handle them... But the crowd leap to their feet and whistle and scream as together they catch Teller... Ballentine and Drake send him way into the air with a double back body drop! One so huge it sends Ethan Teller sailing out of control all the way over the top rope and down harsh over the unforgiving arena floor!

Trinks: What a drop, I think Teller may be broken! He's not moving much!

Mayhem: Drake better WATCH IT!

Trinks: OH MANGO! What a move!

Mayhem: That is an impressive move! The Ballentine Bomb!

Fagan Ballentine spins Alex Drake around putting his arm under the left arm of Drake! He then reaches up and grabs Alex around the neck and drops. It's a sickening mixture of a Stunner and the heart punch. Fagan's shoulder jams into the chest of Alex Drake knocking the wind right out of him... Fagan hooks the leg for a pin as Teller digs at the ring apron to get up...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The winner, and NEW Primetime Champion... FAAAAAAAGAN BAAAAAAAAAAAAALLENTINE!!!

Trinks: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!

Mayhem: Jeez Richie, excited much?

Trinks: OH YEA BABY!

Teller slams his hand along the apron, clutching his shoulder and lower back. Alex Drake is laid out at Fagan's feet, clutching his chest and gasping for oxygen. The referee hands a stunned Fagan the Primetime title belt as the crowd booms in delight! Ballentine hoisting it up with a huge smile on his bearded face!

Mayhem: That was a great contest!

Fagan exits the ring, his title in hand but the crowd erupts into jeers as Teller charges into the aisle with a steel chair from ringside. WHACK! Fagan cries out and falls to both knees... Teller winds up and... THWHACK! A chair shot to the new Primetime champ's head connects! The crowd tossing thrash at him and booing their hearts out... Ethan Teller simply spits over the fallen Fagan and slams the chair along the ramp with a clang. Teller flips off the crowd and back pedals up the aisle towards the stage... His eyes glued on the fallen Fagan Ballentine. In the ring, Alex Drake is arguing with the referee...

Trinks: Crazy kids, each and every one of em around here!

Mayhem: You can say that again!

The cameras cut to the backstage area, where Revival Wrestling Commissioner Rian Valiant is seen in his office. The Commish wears a troubled expression on his face, the events of the past few weeks seemingly weighing heavily on his psyche. In the background, the sound of a door slamming shut is heard. This causes Valiant to look up.

The camera pans back a little to get a little more of the room in the picture, and the former World Heavyweight Champion, Kerry Windsor, steps into the picture, and Rian lets out a defeated sigh. The look on Windsors’ face lets him know, that he’ll need to walk on eggshells.

Valiant: Hello Kerry.

He says, nodding at Windsor, his tone even. Kerry removes the shades from his eyes, and casts a gaze of suspicion at the commissioner.

Kerry Windsor: Is it true what Adams said last week?

Kerry asks, cutting straight to the chase. Valiant breaks eye contact and glares down at his desk. That movement doesn’t sit too well with Kerry. He stalks forward and slams his palms down onto Valiant’s desk, causing the Commish to flinch in surprise.

Kerry Windsor:Is … what he said … true? Did he request a one on one match with me?

Kerry forces through clenched teeth. Valiant hesitates for a second, before slowly nodding.

Kerry Windsor: And you denied his request?

Valiant: Kerry, it’s not what you think ---

He starts out trying to explain, but Kerry quickly cuts him off.

Kerry Windsor:It’s EXACTLY what I think Valiant. You’re behind all of this. ALL of it.

Kerry points an accusing finger at Valiant and leans over the desk towards the Commissioner. Valiant shakes his head fervently.

Valiant: You’re wrong Kerry, why would I do that to you?

Kerry Windsor:Why did you make the match at Glory a fatal four way match? Why didn’t you grant Adams his request?

Valiant: HE TOLD ME TO!

Valiant exclaims, tossing his hands in the air in frustration.

Valiant: I didn’t think anything of it at the time, I just thought it would be a hell of a match. But now I see that there’s more to it than that.

Kerry studies Valiant for a second, his eyes growing colder by the second.

Kerry Windsor:WHO told you, huh Valiant?

Rian Valiant looks up at him, his eyes wide and his jaws clenched. He's shaking his head. He slowly stands, and motions to Kerry.

Rian Valiant: No, look. I've said to much. Just trust me Kerry...

Rian places a hand on Kerry's shoulder and subtly walks him to the door. Valiant reaches out and pulls the door handle, forcing the door open and walking Kerry through the door. Valiant looks at him, leaning on the door, and puts his hand up, stopping the former World Champion from speaking.

Rian Valiant: Kerry. Trust me, I had nothing to do with this. It's just... well, yeah. Any way, I can't say too much, but trust me... it wasn't me!

Kerry tilts his head left to right before looking like he's about to say something, when the door is closed in his face, and a slight "latching" sound can be heard. Kerry reaches for the door handle, but it's locked. He stands there for a moment, turning the handle, before realizing it won't open. He takes his fist and pounds on the door a few times.

Kerry Windsor: If it wasn't you, then who was it Valiant? HUH?!

After a brief pause, Kerry just shakes his head, cursing to himself before walking off down the hall.

Mayhem: We're only a week away from Glory and the fatal-4-way for the Revival World championship. I'm not one to usually call predictions but I'm going with Kerry Windsor leaving as the Revival World champion.

Trinks: This match could go either way. Aaron Blaize, Ben Hanson, Kerry Windsor, and Myke Adams, are you serious Mags? Do you honestly believe you can predict a winner of this match? So much talent in one match, I can't really choose. It's a tough decision.

Mayhem: I'm going to have to cut you off. There's a commotion going on in the back.

Cameras cut to a corridor near the loading docks and we see Trey Jordan and Theodore Drake exchanging punches. Trey J throws Drake into a concrete wall and tears at his abdomen with fists of fury.

Mayhem: What in the hell is going on?!

Drake slowly descends to the floor with each punch until he's sitting on his fat ass, just absorbing punishment from Trey J. Trey J turns around and gets a champagne bottle smashed into his face.

Sullivan Aimes: Mazel'tov!

Trinks: Holy shit!

Sullivan Aimes shakes his right hand as blood starts to trickle down his fingertips.

Sullivan Aimes: You're being tried Trey J. It's the Revival Nation versus Trey Jordan, and the grand jury has reached it's verdict.

Sullivan ignores the cut and starts kicking Trey J while he's down. Drake joins in on the beating as L.J. approaches with a stretcher before disappearing again.

Trinks: Trey Jordan is busted open!

Mayhem: I'm assuming they went to the abusement park and really wanted their refund.

Sullivan and Drake load Trey Jordan onto the stretcher face down and begin strapping him in. Once strapped in tightly Drake and Sullivan wheel the stretcher out the door and into the parking garage where we see L.J. hop into the driver's seat of an unmarked ambulance as Drake and Sullivan begin loading Trey J into the ambulance. The doors slam and the ambulance speeds off and the cameras cut to black.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Mayhem: This does not look good for Trey J, folks.

Trinks: They took THE SHOW, Minstrel Mayhem!!.. I Have to go help The REAL one. Hang on buddy!

Mayhem: Richie, sit down! We have a show to do! We will keep you updated on the condition of Trey J as we hear anything. Meanwhile, we have Sullivan and St. Croix versus “The Scorpion” and Bomber. Take it away Stan!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a tag team match ans is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from San Diego, California... SULLIVAN AIMMMMMESSSSSS!!!

The arena lights flicker and the Revival fans give a mixed reaction to the sounds of "End Of Heartache" by Killzone Switch Engage begin to play over the speakers. There's a moment of nothingness up until Sullivan Aimes steps through the curtain with L.J. and Theodore Drake not far behind him. Sullivan stops once he approaches ringside and bounces in places, shaking is dreads and shaking his arms at his side. He charges forward and slides into the ring as Theodore Drake and L.J. set up two folding chairs at ringside.

Stan Hopeforth: And his partner, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... ALYX ST. CROOOOOOOIIIIXXXXXX!!!!

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And their opponents, introducing first from Birmingham, England. THE BRITISH BOMBBBBBEEEEERRRRR!!!

The lights dim and "Back In Black" begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps a determined looking 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, away from Aimes and Alyx, before posing again as the music fades out.

Stan Hopeforth: And his partner, from Oxford, England. SAMUEL HESSINGSTOCK!!!

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.

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 and The British Bomber have a minor debate about who's going to start the match for their team, but it would seem as if Sullivan Aimes has decided he's going to be the legal man for his side. He rushes across the ring and clobbers The Scorpion with an axehandle smash, knocking him back against the ropes before taking a back elbow to the side of a surprised Bomber's head. At this point the official ushers Hessingstock out of the ring, leaving Bomber and Aimes as the legal men. Aimes goes for an Irish whip only to have it reversed, sending Sullivan running against the ropes. He bounces off them as Bomber catches him with a shoulderblock, knocking him flat on his back. An attempted elbow drop sees Sullivan roll out of the way and both men scramble back to their feet as Bomber gets caught by an arm drag.

Trinks: It looks like the Sullivan Aimes we all know has shown up for the match this week.

As Richie says this, Aimes goes a clothesline, which is ducked and countered by a neckbreaker. Bomber makes the tag out to Hessingstock and in comes The Scorpion. A swift kick to the ribs of a rising Sullivan Aimes keeps him grounded for a bit longer, allowing Hessingstock to whip him across the ring towards the corner. Sam runs in after him, but Aimes gets his boots up in the nick of time and Hess gets a face full of sole! He staggers back as Aimes lifts himself to the middle rope and leaps off with a dropkick to the face. And now he makes the tag out to his partner as St. Croix storms the ring, doubling up with Aimes for as long as the referee allows them to stomp away at the fallen Samuel Hessingstock.

St. Croix continues as the official escorts Aimes out of the ring, stomping away at her prone opponent as Sam tries to stand back up. He rises to a knee and fires a punch to the gut, followed by a second one. An Irish whip ensues, sending Alyx running against the ropes. She ducks the lariat attempt, bouncing off the opposite ropes as she comes back with a running dropkick! A quick pin atttempt earns her a two-count before Hess kicks out.

Mayhem: Alyx St. Croix certainly seems pumped for this match, Richie.

Trinks: After the putdowns she's endured this week, she has a point to prove in there.

Alyx hooks her opponent up with a standing wristlock as she leads him towards her corner, whereupon she tags back out to Sullivan Aimes. He enters the ring through the middle rope and promptly delivers a stiff kick to the exposed ribs. Alyx leaves the ring at the referee's insistence as Sullivan doubles his opponent over with a toe kick to the midsection. A quick right hook for good measure and Hessingstock gets taken over with a snap suplex. However he hastily makes his way back to a vertical base, just in time for Aimes to whip him against the ropes. It's the bigger man, Hessingstock who gains the upper hand in this encounter as he floors Aimes with a shoulder block before setting off, running at the perpendicular ropes. A skip over the now face-down Aimes as Hess goes against the ropes once more. Aimes pops back to his feet and leap frogs over the approaching Scorpion before executing a monkey flip as Hess hits the mat back first.

Hess is slower to his feet this time as Aimes whips back to his corner, charging in after him with a running clothesline. Alyx throws in a cheap shot to Hessingstock, drawing the referee's attention as The Scorpion lashes out, knocking the nerd from the apron with a powerful forearm smash to the face. Aimes grabs him from behind, but with the referee's attention elsewhere. Hessingstock takes the opportunity to perform a low blow!

Trinks: Ow! A dose of poison from The Scorpion, I think Sullivan Aimes may be walking that off for the rest of the night, Magz.

Aimes staggers backwards as Samuel runs against the ropes and flies into him with a spear! The referee turns his attention back in time to start counting the cover, but Alyx breaks it up as Sully was about to kick out at the two count. Her double axehandle clocks Hessingstock around the back of the read; the referee tries to get Alyx out of the ring, but The British Bomber has had enough of standing around and enters the ring, charging at St. Croix with a lariat that knocks her head over heels! Aimes gets up but immediately gets dumped back down to the canvas with an almighty spinebuster as now the referee tries to escort Bomber out of the ring. Hess makes his way towards the corner and tags out, making The Bomber the legal man as he re-enters the ring. He goes straight after Aimes, dragging him back to his feet and pushing him back against the ropes, whereupon he unleashes a series of knife-edge chops across the exposed chest of Sullivan Aimes.

Trinks: Whoo!

Mayhem: Let the fans shout that, Richie, don't you do it too...

An Irish whip sends Aimes running across the ring, but he holds onto the top rope, stopping himself in his tracks. Bomber charges at him and gets lowballed. He tumbles over the ropes all the way to the outside as Sullivan gathers himself. He sets off against the opposite ropes for some momentum, timing it just right for the baseball slide--NO! Bomber catches his feet and drags Aimes out of the ring and face first to the mats on the outside! The referee starts a count out as Bomber delivers a few stomps to his opponent for good measure before rolling him back into the ring. He goes for a pin, but only gets a two-count before Aimes can kick out.

Mayhem: The British Bomber certainly seems dominant in there tonight.

Bomber drags his opponent back up and makes the tag out to Hessingstock before holding Aimes' arms back, leaving him open for the upcoming right hook. Bomber vacates the ring, leaving Hess to double Aimes over with a knee to the midsection. An Irish whip follows as Sullivan goes against the ropes, coming back into a spinning heel kick that catches him square in the face! He does, however, pop straight back to his feet as Samuel runs against the ropes behind him, coming back with a bulldog that drives Sullivan Aimes face first into the mat! And the pin attempt!

One...

Tw-noo...

Mayhem: Alyx making the save for her team just in time.

Trinks: Whoa, Sammy Boy doesn't look too happy about that.

Hessingstock rolls over after the elbow drop to the back of the head that broke up the cover as her glares at St. Croix, who is being escorted out of the ring by the referee. That doesn't stop The Scorpion though, who bolts across the ring after her, taking St. Croix over the top rope with a vicious clothesline! A laughing Hessingstock turns around and catches a jumping crescent kick to the face! He staggers back against the ropes, bouncing off them as a recovering Sullivan Aimes takes his opponent over with a fisherman's suplex! There's no pin attempt though as both men are temporarily down. They each begin to roll or crawl towards their respective corners, Sullivan reaching his first - but Alyx is still down. Instead Bomber gets the tag in, charging the corner as he nails Aimes with an avalanche attack. Bomber allows Sullivan to stagger backwards after that one, grabbing him up with a rear waistlock before launching him backwards with a release German suplex!

Trinks: It looks like The British Bomber was trying to play the accordion with Aimes right there.

And the pin attempt!

One...

Two...

NO! St. Croix grabs a hold of one of Bomber's legs and yanks him unceremoniously from the ring. She fires off a forearm smash to the face before whipping the Brit into the guard rail. Bomber hits back first and stumbles forward, right into a superkick! He falls back against the rails as Alyx grabs him by hair and brings him towards the ropes--as Hess flies through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both Alyx and the Bomber out!

Mayhem: The Scorpion putting his body on the line, but he took out his own partner!

Trinks: Sometimes you've got to do these things, Magz.

In the ring, Sullivan stands up and makes his way to the corner. Slowly but surely he ascends to the top rope as his opponents and partner regain their footing on the outside. FLIPPING SENTON!

Trinks: Holy fluff!

Mayhem: Sullivan Aimes just took out all three of the other people in this match and now they're all down and out by ringside!

The referee begins the count-out as the "holy shit" chant that started up still rings throughout the arena. He gets to three (it's a slow count...) before anyone begins to stir. And it's Aimes who does so first, followed a second later by Bomber. Aimes rolls into the ring and runs against the far ropes as Bomber begins to climb into the ring as well, only to get caught by a knee lift to the face. He falls into the ring, wandering towards the center as Aimes goes against the ropes behind him--but Hess grabs hold of his boot. Sully struggles to get free, but eventually manages to do so as he spins away from the ropes--THE BOMB!! Out of nowhere, The British Bomber executes his signature move and Aimes collapses to the mat. A hook of the leg.

One...

Alyx rolls back into the ring!!

Two...

But Sam grabs a hold of her leg, stopping her from making the save...

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match. THE BRITISH BOMBER and SAMUEL HESSINGSTOCK!

The fighting continues as officials come down to separate Alyx and Hessingstock as The British Bomber leaves the ring, his work here done and dusted..

As the match finishes, Alyx and Aimes roll out of the ring. They start to head to the back when suddenly a voice is heard from the ring.

Hessingstock: I've not forgotten about you there...young Miss St Croix..

She turns on the stage to face Hessingstock.

Hessingstock: All your potential...all your ability and you waste it. You WASTE IT! The things I would do with your potential...

She stares on in confusion as Sam starts to pace around the ring.

Hessingstock: I know though, yes I know...I'll use your potential...at Glory. Miss St Croix, my darling, I want you to show it all. All of your potential, all of your ability, all of your hate...because if you don't, I still have your secret...so it's in your hands. Its Glory for you...or the world finds out about...

Sam suddenly holds up one finger to his mouth, sucking in air as he does before talking again.

Hessingstock: Oops...nearly! I promise, no-one will know until...Glory at least.

He starts to laugh in the ring, the crowd booing wildly as Alyx stands, shaking her head, confused and annoyed.

Mayhem: It appears that Alyx has a secret and Hessingstock is trying to blackmail Alyx!

Trinks: I think she might just have found a new level that she won’t be able to pass! Up, Right, Left Left Alyx!

A camera slowly zooms out on the front of a locker room door-- Kerry Windsor’s, to be exact. Suddenly, the door opens and he steps out with Chelsea Pryce following after him. Kerry’s dressed in his ring attire, but he looks worse for wear, still distraught over what happened earlier in the night. Chelsea decides to clear her throat and speak up.

Chelsea Pryce: Okay, so someone is after you. I know this is the perfect time to be angry and paranoid, but that would be giving your enemies the advantage.

He doesn’t respond. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Chelsea Pryce: Your match is next. You’ve got not one, but two tough competitors-- Ben Hanson and Aaron Blaize. Stay focused and try not to let your guard down. I’m more than willing to accompany you to the ring and help you out.

There is still no response. She frowns, reaches out and places a hand on the back of his left shoulder.

Chelsea Pryce: Kerry, please...

Finally, he turns around and snaps, yelling in her face.

Kerry Windsor: I don’t need your HELP!

Chelsea flinches and closes her eyes. She breathes slowly, turns around and walks away without another word. Kerry frowns, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he sighs and makes his way towards the entrance stage for his match.

Trinks: Trouble in Paradise it appears.

Mayhem: That it would seem, Trinks.

Trinks: Back to Stan!!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be wrestled under basic triple threat regulations! Heading out first... He hails from Ohio, and weighs in at two twenty four... Let's hear it for THE METAL HEART BEEEEEEEEEN HAAAAAAANSONNNNNN!!!

"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 and Sheree Washington step out from behind the curtain. He's wearing a black sleeveless tee emblazoned with a steel colored 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 and Sheree pose for the crowd, their hands as they look out across the crowd, a smile spreading across Ben's face as they do so. As the song 'drops' Hanson - with Washington by his side - 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 Sheree takes her corner.

Trinks: Pretty brave bringing Sheree out here with him tonight... Maybe a head shot at Kerry, or bait for the Viper?!

Mayhem: I don't think so, I'm sure she's simply here to support Ben. Shouldn't cause too much of a stir...

Stan Hopeforth: And coming out next, he hails from Iowa and weighs in at two thirty five... Let's get up for your former World champion, MR. REVIVAL KERRRRRRY WINNNNNNNDSOR!!!

"THIS …. IS WHAT I DO!!!"

The voice of the Revival Heavyweight Champion 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 up a defiant fist 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 gets to a corner, his eyes on Ben Hanson and Sheree as they still talk, and such across the ring.

"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!

Stan Hopeforth: And the final combatant in this contest... hailing from Texas and weighing in at two twenty nine... Give it up for THE VIPER... AAAAAAARON BLAAAAAAAAAIIZEEEEE!!!

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

Trinks: This is going to be a showdown! That's for damn skippy... A preview of Glory if ya will.

Mayhem: Only thing missing is the champion... These three are going to have a lot to prove tonight.

DING! DING!

Trinks: Dinner bell!

The three men stand in the middle of the ring, each glancing towards the other and so on, no one moves. The crowd is already riled from an amazing show thus far, they stomp and clap. The three men finally get into it, a ball of punches. Each trying to best the other as Ben hits Kerry, Windsor hits Blaize, Aaron hits Hanson and so fourth. Hanson drops back rolling onto his back and up onto his feet as Blaize and Windsor continue to assault each other with punches. Back and fourth they go, Ben leans down, resting his hands over his knees as he just watches. Blaize seems possessed as he swings away as violent as ever, Windsor trying to block them off as he sticks a shoulder into Blaize‘s gut and runs him into the nearest turnbuckles. Kerry rears back and rams a shoulder into Aaron with force! He then goes to town, working Blaizer over with some back elbows and forearm shots, the crowd get loud as Hanson charges in at them and leaps with a flying leg lariat. Windsor moves thus Hanson squashes Blaize in the turnbuckles!

Mayhem: Nice move by Hanson!

Ben returns to his feet after squashing Blaize only to turn right into a clothesline from Kerry! Windsor motions for Ben to stand and he scrambles to his feet only to catch a face full of Windsor‘s leg as he nails a running knee lift into the chest of Ben Hanson! Ben tumbles to the mat and fights to get up as Kerry begins to stomp away at him, over and over until the crowd explode in jeers as Blaize comes flying from the buckles with a roar almost. He flies into Windsor with a body attack that resembles a botched Lou Thez press, Aaron Blaize begins slugging away again, punch after punch as Kerry fights to block as many shots as he can. Hanson has gotten up and to the crowd‘s relief, ends the assault as he jumps backward and darts both feet into Blaize‘s back with a nice dropkick! Blaize stumbles off of Kerry and Hanson charges in at him, Aaron turns as Ben arrives and the crowd jump to their feet as Blaize ducks down and fluidly sends Ben Hanson up over him with a very high sailing back body drop, in-fact so high that Hanson goes flying over the top rope and lands flush with a loud smack over the arena floor!!!

Trinks: OUCH! That will leave a bruise!

Mayhem: That was quite the fall for Hanson... Yikes!

A livid Windsor has gotten up, his face and chest red from Blaize's array of punches, he grabs Aaron Blaize, who has watched Hanson crash over the arena floor and swings him around with a nasty twisting neckbreaker! Windsor hooks the leg for an early pin fall...

ONE!
TW... Kickout!

Trinks: Too soon, come on Kerry!

Kerry waste no time, keeping his eyes on the side of the ring where Ben is laid out over the arena floor he wraps up Aaron into a rear chin lock before turning this into a modified bow and arrow styled hold!

Mayhem: Oh nice hold from Windsor!

Blaize grimaces and grinds his teeth, fighting with the life of him to break free, Kerry finally releases the hold as Ben Hanson has gotten to his feet and rolled under the ropes, as Ben stands Kerry is right there with some slick knife edge chops! THWACK! And crowd groan with Ben, THWACK! Hanson stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing out into a beautiful Samoan drop from Windsor! As Kerry sits up, Blaize is right there, angry as he charges in and dropkicks both feet into Kerry‘s face! The smack of Blaize‘s boots off Windsor‘s face echoes and the crowd erupt as blood sails from Windsor‘s nose and mouth as he falls back over Hanson. Ben shoving him away as he scurries to try and get up, Blaize is waiting as he twist around and jumps through the air, slapping a WILD Pele kick into the Metal Heart's jaw!!! Ben stalls before stumbling back and falling to his rear in the turnbuckles. Windsor gets drug off the mat now, Blaize fuming as he quickly wraps his head and twist Kerry around with a nasty snap suplex styled slam!

Trinks: Ohhh brutal suplex! The Viper doesn't seem too happy in there.

Mayhem: Does he ever seem happy anywhere?!

Trinks: True. I stand corrected..

Aaron flips Kerry up to a seated spot, wrapping an arm under his chin before wrenching on a tight headlock, wrenching it viciously as Ben Hanson pulls himself up in the corner. Hanson scales backward up each buckle, the crowd growing louder, Blaize hears them get louder and shoves Windsor to the mat! He hurries up to turn and face Ben, who has already spiraled through the air with a corkscrew styled flip, slamming into Blaize with force! The crowd ignite as the two hit the mat, Ben Hanson rolls to his feet and hits the ropes as now Kerry Windsor pushes and fights his way up, getting to his hands and knees as Ben comes in and grabs up the former champ, twisting around and down with a nice modified roll up of sorts!

ONE!
TWO!!
THR... NOPE!

Blaize is there to dive into the pin fall, all three men showing wear already from the high speed assault onto one another, Ben sits up. Catching his breath, Hanson watches as Windsor struggles and fights to the ropes, using them with all his might to get up. Blaize begins to stir and Ben decides to get up. He heads to Kerry, ignoring Aaron as he uses the ropes near himself to pull up. Hanson grabs up Windsor and wraps him up... Looking for his Metal Heart Suplex!

Mayhem: This could be it!

Trinks: HERE COMES AARON!

Blaize comes charging in and clubs Hanson over the back, forcing him to drop his attempt at his signature finish... the suplex into a powerslam. Blaize starts wailing kicks, punches, everything he can land into Hanson. Ben staggering away from Windsor, and trying to get space from Blaize. Aaron however is enraged as he throws kicks into Ben's legs and sides... WHACK! The crowd Ahhs as Blaize decks Hanson with a wicked knee lift that folds him forward and then drops a leaping elbow into the back of his head.

Mayhem: It's getting nasty in there!

Windsor is back in as he comes at Blaize, Aaron goes to get at him as well but Hanson grabs his leg. As Blaize looks down and kicks at Hanson... Kerry comes charging in full force now... He kicks Blaize hard in the midsection and quickly hits the Viper with BACK TO SQUARE ONE!!!

Trinks: Whoa! From nowhere!!!

Mayhem: Hanson better get up!!!

Ben does too, staggering up just in time for Windsor to level him as well! Another BACK TO SQUARE ONE!!! And Windsor makes the cover over Hanson...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... KERRY WINNNNDSOR!!!

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

The Revive-O-Tron burns to life now as the crowd actually gives a decent pop upon seeing the World champion on the screen. We see Adams at a sink in his locker area... the World title shined up and glistening as it sits neatly folded on the sink top... Adams is busy brushing wild strokes of blue paint over his brow, and cheek. He already has shades of white, black and yellow smeared about in a wild design... No Joker face paint this time.

Myke Adams: The choice is yours tonight, Myke. Gotta make sure everyone knows... Everyone will see it...

He drops the paint brush, leaning his hands along the sink top as he just glares into his own reflection. His face insane looking with all the wild paint... Myke actually smiles a bit.

Myke Adams: The energy between us... It either kills us, or thrills us.

Myke shakes his head and lowers it a bit, peering upright at himself.

Myke Adams: The choice is mine tonight, they say... But it's not, and it never was...

He stands now and rolls his neck, thus cracking it loudly. Myke throws a few arm jabs as he loosens up a bit.

Myke Adams: The choice was made for me long ago... They decided where I stand, and now where I fall...

As he turns and hits the light switch near this sink, he drops one last sentiment. In the darkness over the scene, the crowd gets loud with whistles as Myke says...

Myke Adams: Fuck it Myke, time to thrill em all.

And on that note we are taken back to the ring, Aaron Blaize still glaring on at the Tron with discontent written all over him.

Trinks: Aaron Blaize has remained in the ring, he lost! Can't he just saunter on to the back?

Mayhem: Why Rich, ya worried? Relax, he's the ref of our Main Event tonight...

Trinks: Oh snap, he is! Guess that's why he's hangin round...

Mayhem: I'm sure he wants to know where Myke stands, not sure why though. It has appeared for two weeks now that Blaize has already made up his mind about Superman.

Trinks: He has? I missed somethin... And can we quit with the Superman hogwash?! Jeebus he's simply a spot monkey... Story over.

Mayhem: Yeah, yeah Trinky. Anyhow folks, Stan is hitting the ring with a very angry Viper already inside. He's braver than most!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our FINAL match... the Main Event! Revival's final contest before we head full speed towards GLOOOOOOOOORY!!!

The crowd whistles, stomps and cheers now.

Stan Hopeforth: This contest will be wrestled under one on one regulations, and officiated by none other than AARON BLAIZE!!

The crowd hisses with a resounding thunder of jeers. Blaize remains inside the ring, seething in angst already after having Kerry Windsor pin Ben Hanson to win the previous contest. Blaize checks his wrist tape, rolls his neck and glares past all the hate coming from the crowd... His icy blue eyes narrow and determined as his gaze is locked upon the entrance stage...

Stan Hopeforth: Coming out first, she hails from right here in Chicago! She's your Legacy Champion... She... is... THE DEEEEVIANT... SYYYYYYDNEY LAAAAAAAROUX!!!

"I'm Back" by Dope cues over the P.A. the crowd going from their hysteria of jeers for Blaize, to a pretty resounding thump of whistles and cheers. The arena lights darken as any lights on or near the entry way flicker in time with the rapid four pulse. As the tune flows, LaRoux comes slowly out onto the stage, looking pretty taken back by the warm crowd response. She smiles a bit and adjust her Legacy title upon her right shoulder. Her face cannot hide her nerves seem to be eating away at her as she takes her time smacking hands on both sides of the barrier of the aisle now. As she approaches the ring, Sydney peers in at Blaize. Aaron staring a hole through her with his icy blue eyes. LaRoux drops her title to her side and walks around the ring, her eyes locked with Blaize's... She hands off her title to the time keeper then folds her arms. Leaning back along the barricade outside the ring and shrugging it off as Blaize smirks and beckons her to enter.

Trinks: Good moves Syd, I don't trust that man... Or the other one about to come down here!

Mayhem: She is playing it on the smart side, Syd is waiting outside the ring for our World champ to make his entrance.

Trinks: I wouldn't wanna be in the ring alone with the Viper either!

Mayhem: Don't we all know that...

Trinks: Heeeey now!

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent, hailing from Maryland... He is your Revival World Heavyweight Champion... The Human Highlight Reel, the Sinister Superman... THE... HIGH... RISK... HERETIC HIMSELF... MYYYYYYYKE AAAAADAAAAAAMSSSSSSSS!!!

The arena goes flat black now, screams of delights can be heard through out. Flashes go off as thousands of cell cameras are on, snapping photos, video, whatever... Finally Corey Taylor's voice slithers from the P.A. as Dope cuts off just in time for Slipknot's "Duality" to begin...

"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 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 High Risk Heretic" himself, Myke Adams comes walking out. Adams has his face slopped with wild paints, not Joker styled tonight... Blues, black, white, and such all smeared around in some wild design. His shoulder length hair wet and messy as it hangs down around his neck and face. He's in his usual wrestling gear as he scowls a bit under the paint 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 thunderous response from this crowd, he just stares out over them for a few moments. Myke's crystalline green eyes then trace to the ring where Aaron Blaize, and Sydney LaRoux are staring on. Myke finally starts to walk down the aisle way, tagging a few from the sea of outstretched fan's hands 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 right at Blaize. Contempt etched over his painted face. Adams holds the World title high for the Revival Nation to see once more. As Slipknot starts to die off the P.A. Myke peers out of the ring at Syd, then back to Blaize... As LaRoux brings an uproar from the crowd... She weathers her nerves and jogs up the ring stairs and ducks into the ring. Myke demands a mic from ringside.

Trinks: He wants to talk?! Action time Adams, make a choice!!!

Mayhem: Relax Richie, maybe that's what he's doing...

Myke takes a deep breath now, finally being handed the mic straight from Stan as he exits the ring. Painted up, the World champion's teeth look white as ever in contrast to the dark around his mouth as he shows them... a mean sneer as he looks toward his lover... then his partner. Myke drops the World title on the ring canvas by his feet as he peers down over it for a moment before looking up. Blaize burning a hole now through Adams, his fist balled tightly as Sydney almost seems to plead with her eyes towards him. Myke looks down now at the mat, his head sways as he slowly peers up at them each once again then glances out through the crowd... His green eyes content, as he finally gets his eyes back on the two in the ring with him and pulls the mic to his mouth.

Myke Adams: Ya know the energy is just about right here tonight...

The crowd goes off a bit here, this widens Blaize's scowl. Myke nodding ever so slightly as he holds up a finger, a doubting glance cannot be hid by the loads of paint over his face.

Myke Adams: Just about indeed.

Myke scratches at his neck slightly with his free hand, his green eyes soft as he glances to Sydney. Her eyes almost unblinking as she peers right back upon him. His eyes narrow slightly now as they turn to Aaron, Blaize looks ready to simply spit at Myke.

Myke Adams: We're gonna change things... A change that was needed, a change they couldn't stop... Remember Blaize? Remember sitting there by my hospital bed and sinking these type of remarks through my ear? Remember how unstoppable we'd become? All the things you said, all the things we've said... And done...

The crowd turns to some jeering now, Blaize actually nodding slightly here as his scowl turns to a sickly smirk. The smirk is short lived however as Myke breaks 'the moment'.

Myke Adams: I cannot rewind time, if I could... I'd have trusted my gut in Portland... I would have trusted in people who trusted in me... So let me ask you something Aaron... Why change something that's not broken?! You have drawn a line in the sand... And wondered where I stood. Because if you're not with Anti-Establishment... Then you're just another bloody clump in its' wake... If you cannot get with the change, then it will simply stomp you out and silence you for doubting it. Heh, Aaron?

Blaize just glares, he shakes his head side to side as his mouth easily reads... "Your point?" Myke nods here, a slight smile now seen under his painted guise as he drops the mic with a thud and grabs at Sydney... We can see the crowd, a sea of people leaping to their feet as whistles of delight, cheers of joy! The place quakes upon the sight of a stunned Deviant being KISSED by the Highlight Reel! LaRoux isn't stunned long as she embraces Myke back rather quickly, and they engage in a deep and passionate lip lock right before Aaron Blaize... The crowd doesn't seem like it could get any louder... But it does! The cheers amp even higher as whilst kissing Syd, Adams holds up his arm and FLIPS BLAIZE THE BIRD!!! Blaize's face contorted with hatred as we easily read his lips, "Just as I thought, mother fucker."

Trinks: OH YEAH!!! I would have NEVER...

Mayhem: Folks Myke Adams has made his choice, he's chosen love! And he's just poked an already riled snake! I dunno if that middle fing... OH NO!

The huge cheers turn sour now as Adams gets taken from the side as Blaize shouts in fury and slams right into the two as they kiss. Blaize has grabbed up Myke's title from the mat and blast a shot to the side of Adams' head that staggers the Champ, and sends Myke twisting into the through the ropes before spilling over the arena floor! Blaize seemingly shaking with hatred as his eyes snap onto LaRoux... The crowd cheering again now as Syd doesn't waste a moment and throws a punch into Blaize! And another... AND ANOTHER!

Trinks: He hit the champ with his own belt! I think he was jealous over them getting some lip action in there! Get him Syddo!

Mayhem: She's holding her ground...

Blaize was ready, almost blinded from pain by his rage... He ducks another punch from the Legacy champ, this causes her to miss and spin around... Only to turn right into Blaize's famous falling cutter... Aka the TRAILBLAIZER!!! Blaize coming to a seat, he quickly turns over the fallen Sydney and begins to go off on her with a flurry of rights and lefts. Almost like he's trying to 'pop' her head off with each shot! Adams has clawed at the ring canvas and got his footing now...

Myke Adams: AARON!!!

The crowd is thundering in dismay, that is until they see Adams dig at the canvas and roll back into the ring. Blaize stepping up real coy, glaring over his fallen prey in the Deviant. Then returning his menacing gaze to Adams, the painted up World champ getting to his feet. His face paint doesn't do a very good job of hiding his anger as Myke and Aaron get chest to chest, spit sails, words fly. They are jawing at one another like mad men. Blaize then shoves Adams with some force, this staggers Myke back... but the painted warrior's eyes catch the fallen Sydney... He hesitates before Blaize brings his eyes back up as he shouts so loud we easily hear him.

Aaron Blaize: What's it gonna be you self-righteous son of a BITCH!? We both know you'll do NOTHING!

The crowd is on their feet, Anti-Establishment at ends! Adams peers to Syd, but Blaize shoves him again... The crowd now screaming, chanting that Blaize must die. They are in unison as they beg for Myke to do something... But Aaron actually laughs in some twisted kind of way.

Aaron Blaize: GO ON!! I'LL MAKE IT EASY, HIT ME, ADAMS!!!

THUMP! The crowd goes completely apeshit as wihtout so much as a second after Blaize's last word Myke Adams flat out decks him in the face... His huge left punch smashes the Viper so hard he literally tumbles to his rear and grabs at the spot with both hands. Slightly shock etched over the Viper as Myke motions he's "not worth it" and drops down next to Sydney. Adams checking on his lover, concern easily seen even with the slops of face paint.

Trinks: Listen to these people, they are loving Adams right now! WHOA MYKE LOOK OUT!!!

Mayhem: BLAIZE OF GLORY PUNT KICK! From nowhere... NO! This isn't right!

Blaize has charged back from his rear, and smashed his feared punt kick right across the side of Myke's head as the champion was attempting to check upon his fallen lover, Syd LaRoux. Myke crumbles over Sydney now, his foot kicks here and there, he twitches... Blaize having stumbled to the ropes where he leans. Taking deep breaths as a long string of saliva runs from his lower lip. Blaize's skin a hue of red, as he shakes and 'seethes' in almost a sick like joy. The crowd is on their feet now, a wall of jeers that envelops the arena as Blaize stops, looking over at the World Title on the mat. He picks it up, glaring at it's surface before he then snaps his attention back to Myke Adams, still out on the mat. LaRoux is finally moving, shocked now at the sight of Adams on top of her, out cold. She screams out, barely audible over the crowd as they continue to jeer the seething Viper in the ring.

Sydney LaRoux: MYKE!! MYYYYYKEEEEE!!!

She slaps at his cheek, willing him to move, but to no avail. Blaize drops the World Title, his head tilting to the side as he glares on at Syd's failed attempts to rouse Adams. She is on her hands and knees, but not for long as Blaize charges in, connecting a boot flush to her ribs, a Soccer Kick that sends her spiraling and coughing into the corner, far away from her man. Blaize leans over and, amidst the chorus of jeers, yells out to a rib clutching, coughing Syd, his demonic blue eyes bulging out of his skull in rage.

Aaron Blaize: Sometimes it's not someone else that does the hurting, bitch, it's YOU!!! YOU DID THIS!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Syd writhes in pain as she tries her best to glare on at the Viper standing before her. Blaize then leans in closer, right in her face. The camera is close enough so that we can hear him spew every venomous word towards her.

Aaron Blaize: And now... weak and feeble as you are... I want you to watch as your very world burns before your eyes. WATCH IT!!!

No sooner than he spits out those final words, he spins back on his heel, rushing over to Adams, contorting him up, wrapping his legs around his head and throat. Myke finally snaps to life as he feels the very air escaping his body, his lungs, now firmly rooted in the Eternal Sin submission hold. He gags and kicks, flailing about as Blaize wrenches him in with all he's got. Syd is seen stumbling, trying her best to get to Myke, but her body fails her, tears seen streaming from her eyes as she screams out, her voice unable to be heard as the crowd drowns her out with jeers.

Mayhem: This... oh my God...

Blaize sneers wickedly in Sydney's direction as she claws at the mat, trying everything in her power to stop The Viper from his deadly assault on Adams. Myke's flailing has nearly subsided now, his feet seen slowing in movement, from what little of his once painted up face is seen, his eyes are nearly rolled back in his skull. LaRoux sees this, but she's not alone. A flock of security rushes down the ramp just as she screams out in bloody murder over the roar of the crowd.

Sydney LaRoux: STOOOOOOOOOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!

Security finally rolls in, prying Blaize's legs and hands from around the now limp World Champion. Blaize is hoisted from the ring, and flocked by every available security guard on hand, but this doesn't stop him from sneering and grinning sadistically into the ring at his handywork. His eyes are wide with ethereal glee as he's backed up the ramp. He threatens to push forward again, but the wall of security prevents him from budging an inch. Back in the ring, Sydney has finally made it back over to the fallen Adams, his body un-moving, un-responsive as she lays over him, sobbing. His face is finally seen, his face paint smeared off, a large bruise already forming from the punt kick. A small stream of blood trickles from the corner of his mouth from the pressure of the Eternal Sin hold. Blaize is seen once more, heard screaming out.

Aaron Blaize: GET USED TO THAT PAIN, LAROUX!!! IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME NOW!! HE'S MINE!!! HE'S ALL MINE!!!

Blaize laughs, loudly and sadistically now as the security finally removes him from the ramp, and to the back. The crowd has finally died down now, a shocked silence overtaking the arena as LaRoux is still seen in the ring, cradling Adams now as heavy tears stream down her face. She's seen mouthing "Why?" repeatedly as she rocks back and forth with him in anguish, the words unable to escape her lips. Trinks and Mayhem are silenced in shock as the broadcast ends with this sickening, haunting image.