GLORY [August 19, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

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At the opening of Revival’s live broadcast, all the lights are swirling and scrolling over the packed United Center in Chicago, Il. The lights dim and the darkness creeps over the roaring murmur. The crowd lets out a collective cheer at the very expensive display of pyrotechnics and décor that signifies that Revival’s Pay Per View “Glory” is here! The camera pans to ringside and then comes to focus on the lovely Maggie Mayhem and always horned-up and slick-backed, Richie Trinks

Mayhem: Welcome to Revival’s “Glory”! I am Mistress Maggie Mayhem and beside me, my faithful furry friend, Richie Trinks!

Trinks: You got that right Magpie. Richie “Too Hot for your Aunt Dot” Trinks!

Mayhem: We have got a packed house tonight here in the United Center where we will have that MUCH anticipated Fatal Four Way for the World Heavyweight Championship! Ben Hanson, Kerry Windsor, The Viper Aaron Blaize and The High Risk Heretic will have to pull out everything they have to get a victory tonight. We just may see a new World Heavyweight Champion tonight if they play their cards right, Richie.

Trinks: No one will take that belt away from The Superman EXCEPT Kerry Windsor! He is the MAN! But look out for that creepy weirdo Sam Hessingstock taking on my future wife, Alyx St. Croix. Will he finally reveal that secret she has been hiding? The one that tells the world how much she loves Richie Trinks?!

Mayhem: As Aerosmith says Trinkie, Dream On. She does not love you, but you have a point. Will Sam reveal her secret here tonight? But what I want to see is that #1 Contenders Match with Tyler Knight, Sullivan Aimes and Alex Drake. Drake has shown that he can hang with the big boys but Tyler has been on a roll in Revival as of late. Toss in Sullivan who has really gone off the deep end with KIDNAPPING Trey J, and you have one hell of a match.

Trinks: He did kidnap Trey J. He took all that is REAL! Bring Trey J BACK! Free TREY J! I am going to call Johnny Cochran!

Mayhem: Richie, unfortunately, he is dead. But, yes, someone please save Richie’s Hero. *Laughter* Speaking of Heroes, tonight MY hero goes up against The British Bomber in a Legacy Title defense. Will Sydney be able to retain or will we finally see an end to her reign? Plus we have MUCH MUCH more in store for Glory!

Trinks: Again, right you are Maggz! The Primetime Championship will be defended too! Teller! Grey! Ballentine! Who will it BE that walks away with the gold!

Mayhem: It will be anyone’s guess tonight. I have word in my ear that we are ready to rock and roll! Let’s kick off Glory right with the lovely, Chelsea Pryce taking on Nick Keenan. Off to you Stan!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to become the number one contender for the Revival Wrestling Primetime championship! Introducing first...

Slowly, the lights begin to darken as the soft playing of an electric guitar increases with a fine crescendo. Right when the lead vocalist screams “FALL!”, green pyros shoot off in different directions from the entrance stage to accompany “I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin blasting from the PA system. A light purple spotlight shines on the curtains and Chelsea Pryce emerges from them, embracing the cheers of the fans. She takes off her black with a silver stripe fedora hat with her right hand and her left hand taps it according to the song’s beat. Very energetic, a wicked grin crosses her face as she brings up her fedora hat to the side of her face. She uses it to louden her shouting with one of the song’s lines--

“All is lost again, but I’m NOT giving in...!”

“I will not bow! I will not break!
I will shut the world away...!
I will not fall! I will not fade!
I will take your breath away. . .

FALL!!”

Stan Hopeforth: From Detroit, Michigan and residing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she weighs in at 135lbs, she is “Natural Superiority” CHELSEAAA PRYCE!

Chelsea puts her fedora hat back on her head and then she reaches out to tag the fans’ hands. She offers them a few opportunities to snap her picture with powerful and sexy poses, then she reaches the end of the ramp and looks up at the ring. With the simplest of ease, she jumps onto the apron and springboards herself into the ring, gracefully landing on her feet. Her ruby red lips stretch into a confident smirk as she spins around once and throws her left fist up into the air, garnering louder cheers from the live audience around her.

Mayhem: What an entrance from Chelsea Pryce!

Trinks: <yawns> What was that?

Mayhem: Really, Richie? Really?

Before Hopeforth has the chance to announce her opponent, Pryce snatches the microphone from him. There’s an audible “shut up” from her before she steps back and brings the mic to her lips. The fans quiet down to listen.

Pryce: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all of my fans, I appreciate your ongoing support for me. I know my journey within Revival hasn’t been much of a successful one, but that changes tonight.”

Pryce nods and clears her throat.

Pryce: “I have one desire in this company and that is to become THE first ever Grand Slam, Triple Crown, Ultimate Revival Champion!”

Majority of the fans agree with this by cheering aloud. Pryce smirks with pride before she speaks up again.

Pryce: “If it means I have to go through every single wrestler in the back, then so be it. This is how it’s going to happen.

Primetime.

Legacy.

World.

I don’t have to hold all the gold at the same time, but as long as I’ve possessed each one at any time in my career here in Revival, then it works. Who cares about the doubt? The negativity? The hate? HA! Fuck you; I’m awesome!”

The fans praise Pryce loudly as she bows, exuding her newfound confidence. Once she straightens herself out, she grins.

Pryce: “Tonight, Nicky, you’re about to FALL!”

Pryce pushes the mic against Hopeforth’s chest and holds it there until he takes it back.

Trinks: She should put her mouth to better use... like sucking on my--

Mayhem: <COUGH!> Chelsea offered quite a powerful statement. Let’s see if she can back it up!

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent...

A five bell ring is heard when the lights go out. The Bells ring for the fallen family member of Nick Keenan. Silence looms the arena then before the fall performed by september mourning hits the speakers as the lights fade to darkness. As the song hits it's high note, the arena lights flash until Nick Keenan walks out from the back.

Stan Hopeforth: From Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 225lbs, he is NICK KEEEEEEENAN!

Nick stares out into the crowd then stares dead ahead at the ring. Nick rubs his hands together then runs down the aisle that leads to the ring. Once Nick reaches the ringside, he slides through the bottom rope and then leaps to his feet. Nick goes to the corner and waits.

Mayhem: Here comes the newest member of the Revival roster, Nick Keenan!

Trinks: I’ve done a bit of research on him. The second his mother croaked, he’s lost all care for honor. This should be good!

Mayhem: It’s not nice to speak ill of the dead, Richie.

Trinks: Aw c’mon Mags, a little fun isn’t gonna hurt!

The referee signals for the bell and for the match to begin. Pryce wastes no time and throws harsh body punches at Keenan, displaying her newfound aggression. The fans are cheering her on as she backs Keenan against the ropes with a walloping forearm smash. However, Keenan’s recovery is quick and he counters with stiff punches to Pryce’s head. As she is forced away from him, Keenan nails her with an European uppercut right under her chin. Despite this, Pryce retaliates with a roaring elbow against Keenan’s jugular, leaps up and floors him with a backflip kick! Pryce goes down to hook Keenan’s leg and the referee goes for the count. 1... 2... Keenan kicks out! As Pryce gets onto her feet, Keenan is soon to follow, and he suddenly capitalizes with a thumb to her eye. He quickly doubles her over with a kick to the midsection, shifts her into position and executes a powerful tiger suplex! The referee comes to start the count--

1...

2...

Mayhem: Chelsea kicks out after two!

Trinks: Oh c’mon Nick, you can do better than that!

Mayhem: You have to admit that it’s evenly matched so far between these two competitors, Richie.

Trinks: Bah! Once Nick quits playing with Chelsea, it’s over, Mags!

Keenan stands up and he pulls Pryce onto her feet. Soon he Irish whips her towards one of the corners of the ring and smashes his body against hers. Pryce groans and slumps down against the bottom and middle ropes, trying to regain herself. Keenan doesn’t give Pryce a chance to think as he lifts his right boot up and presses it against her throat. She struggles for release as the referee starts a count, the choke broken before the 5. Keenan argues with the referee for a moment before he moves back and smirks. He makes a beeline for Pryce, threatening to smash her face in with a running low kick. Unfortunately for him, Pryce moves out of the way, beckons Keenan to turn around, and as soon as he does--

Mayhem: Bullseye! The K.O. Shot!

Trinks: This is not fair! The blonde piece of trash shouldn’t be winning!

Mayhem: The referee starts the count. 1! 2! --

Trinks: Aha, Nick’s foot got to the ropes! That stopped the count. Good job, Nick!

Pryce shrugs and drags Keenan to the middle of the ring. When she sees him struggle, she delivers a couple of stiff kicks to his side before flipping him over to lie on his stomach. Pryce grabs one of his legs and places his ankle between her thighs. Ultimately, this leads to an STF submission hold, and the fans are cheering for her! The referee goes to check on Keenan and asks if he wants to surrender. Keenan refuses as he grimaces in pain, crawling towards the ropes and dragging Pryce with him. The pain is excruciating, but he manages to grab the bottom rope, thus making the referee start a 5-count. Pryce releases Keenan before the 5, gets to her feet and kicks him on the side a few more times. She forces him to stand, only to kick him in the midsection and nail him with a leaping cutter dead center of the ring. Like lightning, Pryce moves to the top ropes on a corner of the ring and takes off, landing a vicious corkscrew elbow drop on Keenan’s chest! She goes for the cover and the referee moves to start the count--

Except Keenan kicks out before the 3! Some fans are booing, but there are some that are excited about the match continuing. Pryce doesn’t appear to be frustrated in the least, rather chuckling as she stands up and holds her left fist up in the air. The majority of the fans respond positively, cheering for her-- “Let’s go Chelsea! Let’s go Chelsea!” Pryce smirks, turns towards Keenan and walks over to him. She paintbrushes the back of his head with her left hand and gives it a hard slap. As soon as Keenan turns around, his right fist snakes up and punches Pryce right in the nose! She curses, covers her face with her left hand and steps back. Keenan gets onto his feet-- albeit with a bit of struggle-- and bashes Pryce with a discus elbow throw to her right temple. She staggers back only for a couple seconds before he grabs her, pulls her in and downs her with an implant DDT!

Trinks: Alright! I think this one’s going to be over!

Mayhem: Nick Keenan’s going for the cover. 1!

Trinks: 2!

Mayhem: NO!

Trinks: No?! What do you mean “no”?!

While everyone’s favorite snarky color commentator argues with the count, the fans are cheering Pryce for her willpower. Keenan is experiencing frustration as he yells at the referee to count faster.

Keenan’s frustration grows as he gets onto his feet and stomps on the mat. He yells at the fans and they offer him boos in return. Stirring behind him, Pryce is on her way to recovery, bringing herself up on her knees. Keenan turns to see this, smirks and approaches her-- just to be on the receiving end of a harsh chop across his chest! It resonates, and soon another one is delivered to his chest, and another! The fans go “Ohhh!” with each chop and watch as Pryce gets onto her feet. She goes for another chop, but Keenan catches her by the wrist. However, this doesn’t stop her from twisting the momentum even farther and nailing him with Joker’s Reversal! The energy level rises as Pryce quickly sits Keenan up, moves behind him and locks her arms around his neck--

Mayhem: Black Out! Black Out!

Trinks: No! Don’t tap out, Nick! Don’t tap out!

Mayhem: He’s trying to get to the ropes, but Chelsea’s only tightening the rear naked choke...!

Trinks: ...damn! He tapped out!

The referee calls for the bell!

Stan Hopeforth: The winner of the match and the number one contender for the Revival Wrestling Primetime championship, CHELSEAAAA PRYCE!

As “I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin plays from the PA system, the referee tries to make Pryce break the hold on Keenan. It takes a few more seconds, but she eventually lets go, ignoring the scolding from the referee while she gets onto her feet and laughs. She revels in her victory and the fans cheer her on.

Mayhem: A well-earned victory ends Chelsea’s losing streak and she’s on her way towards getting a shot at the Primetime title!

Trinks: Blasphemy! She got lucky. When Ethan Teller wins HIS Primetime championship back later tonight, he’ll take care of the blonde harlot!

Mayhem: We’ll see later on. In the meantime, we’ve got more in store as Glory continues to shine bright!

The show heads backstage and the camera's pick up from inside Ethan Teller's locker room, where Teller is sat tying up his boots. Pulling the laces tight and knotting them off, he stands up and looks into the mirror, pushing his hair back out of his eyes before taking a few deep breaths, getting himself into the zone. After a couple of seconds, a knock comes from the door, which swings open to reveal Tyler Knight walking in. Ethan smiles as he turns to face his friend and tag partner.

Ethan Teller: "Hey bro."

Bumping knuckles Tyler is stood there looking rather confident with his trademark smirk on his face.

Tyler Knight: “Hey, you ready for tonight? Going to get your Primetime Title back off the fat man?”

Now sniggering to himself, Tyler runs his hand through his wild hair. Ethan smirks as he nods confidently.

Ethan Teller: "I'm not just going to get my title back bro...I'm gonna end that fat cunts fucking career! Honestly, the idea of that fucking slob smearing donut jelly all over my belt? It fucking SICKENS me dude...but hey, what about you? You've got a fucking huge match too man! How you feeling?"

Tyler Knight: “Dude, give the slob some kicks from me. I know you're gonna be walking away with your belt...hopefully with Ballentine and Grey begging at your feet to stop!”

Stopping to imagine that thought Tyler tilts his head to the right. His smirk getting all that more sadistic. Ethan nods in agreement again before Tyler speaks once more.

Tyler Knight: “And I'm feeling confident, I'm in the mood to shut Sullivan Aimes up once and for all. All he's good at is choking, whether that be on one of the board member's cocks or in a high profile match...You should know me man, any match with me in is high profile.”

Ethan Teller: "Just how the Fallen Angel's roll dude!"

Ethan bumps fists with Tyler once again. His confidence is clearly high and he's ready to take his title back and make a point while doing so!

Ethan Teller: "You know, whatever happens man...tonight, we send out a fucking message! This company doesn't have tag team titles, and that's bullshit, but that doesn't mean the Fallen Angel's can't take over this fucking place! In fact...you know what? When, not if, but WHEN I win back the Primetime championship...it's not just gonna be that holds the thing! I'll hold that belt to fucking ransom, I'll cut the damn thing in HALF if I have to. Tonight, I'm bringing that belt back, and it won't belong to me, it'll belong to US!"
Liking the idea Tyler just nods confidently, continuing to smirk as usual.

Tyler Knight: “Fucking awesome idea bro! Unlike Aaron Blaize and Myke Adams, we won't fail. We won't let any woman, man or living creature get in our way! Revival is about to get the biggest shock of its life. There is no stopping the Fallen Angels...after all, we are not Anti-Establishment or Politically Incorrect. We don't fail and we sure as hell don't CHOKE!”

So pumped up and in the zone you can see the fire in those green piercing eyes of Tyler. Ethan looks equally pumped, you can tell he's thoroughly in the zone for his match. The two smirk as Ethan nods.

Ethan Teller: "Hell fucking yeah!"

The camera fades to black on Teller and then another camera peers from an open doorway and catches Double Forte, Breanne Cayden and Brandon Cohen. Cohen is seated on the brown leather couch while Cayden is pacing back and forth. His eyes are on her for a little while before he shakes his head and rubs his eyes.

Brandon Cohen: Ah... Bre, you’ve been walking like that for an entire minute. You gotta calm down...

Breanne Cayden: Calm down?

She stops and gives him a sharp look.

Breanne Cayden: How on bloomin’ earth can ah calm down? Lord knows what horrible things Politically Incorrect have been doin’ tae Trey since the last Violence! Ya read his tweets-- they put tomatoes in his food!

Brandon Cohen: See, that’s not that bad of a punishment--

Breanne Cayden: What if he’s allergic?!

Brandon Cohen: Relax, relax. C’mere for a sec.

He pats a spot on the couch next to him. She sighs, walks over and sits down on that spot. She presses herself closer to him as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. Her head tilts up so she can look at his smiling face.

Breanne Cayden: Sorry. Ah know ah’ve got tae relax. Stressin’ out isn’t gonna do me any good, but ah’m worried!

Brandon Cohen: It’s okay. Deep breaths.

He starts off. In no time, she follows his lead as they take deep breaths together. After several seconds, he moves his hand to settle it on the top of her head.

Brandon Cohen: Better?

Breanne Cayden: Ah’ll be better after ah eat a snickers. Got a dollar?

Brandon Cohen: It’s actually gonna cost one twenty-five, but I’ve got that for you. <pokes her nose> ...Later, though. Sullivan’s match is coming up next, so we need to pay attention.

Her nose wrinkles briefly, but she nods once she regains her focus. His free hand reaches over, grabs the TV remote and turns up the volume. She glances over, spots the cameraman and waves before giving her full attention to the TV.

****REVIVAL #1 CONTENDER HYPE VIDEO plays in a brief break****

The cameras return to Revival’s Glory backstage, the crowd ignites at the sight of Myke Adams! The Revival World champion... his championship draped on a bench out before him as he sits in deep thought upon a steel chair just staring into it. His face is not painted, and he looks only half prepared for action. His customized arm covers only rolled up to his elbows... Myke sighs and leans back in his seat and peers to his side.

Myke Adams: Breathe... Idiot. Just breathe.

He takes a deep one too, letting his exhale slide out rather slow. He leans back up and reaches out to the title, snatching it in his grasp. He peers at it for what seems like minutes before peering up towards the lights above him.

Myke Adams: Tonight, this thing will have it's value back... One way or another. It's over and done...

Talking to himself a bit more, Adams stands and whips the title up over and onto his shoulder. He slowly heads out towards the doorway as we pan out to see the rest of his locker area. As he looks back in he nods with a sigh.

Myke Adams: Time to just fly.

Click. He turns out the lights and our scene goes black. Before we are once again taken back to the ring, with Trinks and Mayhem cuing back in.

Mayhem: Myke Adams is always so stoic and collected. His focus and determination, good or bad, makes him a fan favorite here tonight.

Trinks: One thing I do know, he needs better taste in women! Him and Sydney make me ill! Almost as ill as Tyler Knight’s Twitter feed! That triple threat is up NEXT Mag-May.

[REVIVAL]

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is for number one contendership to the Legacy title, and it is scheduled for ONE Fall. Introducing first ….

COME ON IT STARTS RIGHT NOW

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

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from London, England. He is a former Primetime champion, he is “The Dragon” ALEEXXXXX DRAAAAAKKEEE

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent ….

“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 than anyone else, Tyler believes that the fans are no better then the dirt on his shoes.

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from Los Angeles, California! He IS “THE KNIGHTMARE” TYLEEERRRRR KNIIIIIGGGGHHHTTT

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And their opponent ….

The arena lights flicker and the Revival fans give a mixed reaction to the sounds of "End Of Heartache" by Kill 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.

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from San Diego, California! He Is THE “MAIN ATROCITY” SULLIIVAAANNNN AIMEEEESSSSS

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.

Mayhem: This match looks to be explosive Richie.

Trinks: All three men have plenty to prove. What better stage to do so than Glory? I love it Maggie!

The bell sounds and all three men glance around, observing the other, trying to figure out their first moves. Suddenly, Sullivan Aimes and Tyler Knight both lunge towards Alex Drake, pummeling him with a flurry of punches and kicks. The two men, back Drake into the nearest turnbuckle, and take turns delivering punishing boots to his midsection, really wearing the former Primetime champ down. Tyler yells something out to Aimes, and directs him with a hand motion. Aimes nods his head in understanding and moves out of the way.

Tyler grabs Alex by the arm and whips him hard into opposite turnbuckle. Aimes then walks up to Knight, and whips him towards Drake who is stunned in the corner. Knight launches himself into the air, going for a splash, but Drake manages to sidestep him. Tyler Knight crashes into the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards. Alex Drake grabs a hold of him, spins him around and drops him, drilling him into the mat with a DDT.

Mayhem: Beautiful DDT by Alex Drake there.

Trinks: Yeah, the old drunk is showing that he’s not gonna those two get the upperhand on hi--- oh, well nevermind.

Before Drake can get back to his feet however, Sullivan Aimes is on him, dropping a pointed elbow right into the middle of his spine. Sully then hops back up, before dropping another elbow. He scatters back to his feet, and lifts Drake up by the head. Sully whips Alex into the ropes, and bends over to perform a back body drop, but on the rebound, Alex Drake slows his momentum and drops to a knee, driving a vicious uppercut into the face of Aimes which staggers him back right into Tyler Knight who has gotten back to his feet.

Tyler smiles wickedly, as he cracks a hard right hand against Sullivan’s skull, which spins him around and sends him stumbling back towards Alex Drake, who quickly scoops Sully off of his feet and drops him down with a Power slam. Tyler Knight tries to take advantage of this, and leaps into the air, attempting to drop onto Drake’s back with an elbow, but Drake skillfully moves out of the way, causing Knight to land the elbow on Sully’s chest. Sully bounces up, clutching at his chest, and rolls towards the ropes.

Alex Drake is back on his feet now, and he charges, driving his knee straight into the skull of Tyler Knight who has twisted into a kneeling position after landing the elbow on Sully. Knight goes flying, holding his head as he slams into the mat. Alex Drake goes on the offensive, hitting Knight with a few well placed boots before reaching down and forcefully helping Knight to his feet. Drake backs Knight into the ropes and gets ready to whip him across the ring. Tyler has different plans however as he reverses it and sends Drake flying into the ropes. When Alex comes bouncing back, Knight drives a rising knee of his own right into his gut, which flips Alex over. Tyler Knight raises his hands into the air and yells something out to the crowd which draws him some serious heat as Alex Drake rolls around on the mat, hunched over in pain.

Mayhem: Listen to these people Richie, they really despise Tyler Knight. He is such a prick.

Trinks: You gotta love it!

Mayhem: You would be the one to love a prick wouldn’t ya.

In the ring, Tyler looks down at Alex with a sinister smirk on his face, and charges towards the ropes. As he bounces back to run towards Drake, who has slowly rolled to his knees, Sullivan Aimes reaches into the ring and grabs Knight by the foot, causing him to lurch forward and fall face first to the mat. Sully then grabs Knight by the ankles and slides him out of the ring and to the outside.

Trinks: And here goes this idiot, absolutely killing Tyler’s momentum!

Knight lands on his feet, and Sully unleashes on him, raining down on Tyler with vicious right after right which really ignites the crowd. Knight stumbles back, and Aimes becomes the aggressor, stalking behind Tyler and grabbing a hold of his head. He walks Knight towards the barrier and slams his head down onto it. Knights head hits the barricade with a sick thud and he bounces off, staggering back once again.

Sully continues on behind him, the ref following close behind monitoring the situation. Sully reaches out to grab Knight again, but is stopped in his tracks by a quick elbow to the stomach from Tyler. Sully doubles over, clutching at his gut, and Tyler grabs him by the hair now and slams him face first onto the ring apron. Sully falls to the mat, clutching his face, and Tyler looks down at him, talking a whole bunch of smack, completely unaware of Alex Drake who is speeding towards the ropes. Drake drops down and delivers a baseball slide, which sends Tyler shooting back hard onto the floor.

Mayhem: That baseball slide connected perfectly Richie.

Trinks: You know, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out for Drake, he may have a future with the Boston Red Sox. I think he’d fit right in. Baseball slides and beer. He’d be living the life!

Alex reaches down, and lifts Sully back up to his feet. He pelts him with a hard left, before rolling him back into the ring. Drake slides in after him, and attempts to go for a pin.

One …

Two …

No! Sully gets a shoulder up, showing he’s still got plenty of fight left in him. Drake lifts Sully back to his feet, and drapes an arm around his neck to set him up for a suplex. Sully, however blocks the suplex attempt and cradles Drake up to try and steal the win with a pin of his own.

One …

Two …

Thr--!! NO! Alex Drake kicks out at the very last second.

Mayhem: Savvy ring work from Sullivan Aimes. He almost pulled off a victory right there Richie!

Trinks: And it would have been a travesty Maggie! He doesn’t even deserve to BE in this match!

Mayhem: How can you say such a thing? Sullivan Aimes has been quite impressive as of late.

Trinks: Impressive at losing Maggie. This ain’t the Olympics, the losers don’t get to share the spotlight with the winners here!

Sully slowly gets back to his feet, and Alex Drake does the same. Drake charges at Sully with a Lariat, but Sully ducks under, reaches up and snaps Drake down with a falling neckbreaker, which gets the crowd riled up. Sully is feeling it now as he flips back up to his feet. He doesn’t see Tyler Knight however, who has climbed back onto the ring apron. Knight uses the ropes and hoists himself up onto them, before flying in the air and hitting Sully with a springboard drop kick that sends Aimes flying down to the mat. Knight then turns and crawls over to the fallen Alex Drake and goes for the pin.

One …

Two …

No! Alex Drake forces a shoulder up. Knight gradually climbs to his feet, and he snatches Alex Drake up off of the mat. He goes to punch Drake, but Drake gets an arm up and blocks it. Drake then retaliates with a stiff punch of his own. Knight tries to connect with another punch, and this ends with the same result of Alex slugging him in the face. Alex tries to follow it up with another punch, but this time Tyler ducks under it and steps behind Drake. As Alex turns around, he’s met with a beautiful Pele kick that comes crashing down onto the top of his skull.

Trinks: Did you hear the impact of that kick Maggie? This one could be over!

Mayhem: I think Sullivan Aimes would disagree with you there.

Both men are down and winded now. Sullivan Aimes has climbed back to his feet, and he sees an opportunity. He kicks Alex Drake out of the ring, and turns his attention to Tyler Knight who is slowly trying to climb back to his feet. He walks up to Tyler and puts a boot to his ribs, which sends Knight rolling over in Agony. Sullivan then puts his boot to Knights throat, pulling back on the ropes to give him better leverage so that he can apply more force. Knight clutches at his foot, thrashing wildly as the ref starts a count for Sullivan to break the hold. Sullivan eventually breaks the hold and jaws at the ref, telling him to back the hell up.

After letting the ref have it, Sully turns back towards Knight, evil intentions blazing in his eyes. He grabs a handful of Knights hair, and lifts him to his feet, crashing a vicious forearm into his face in the process. Sully then snaps a boot to Knights midsection and pulls him into a Pile Driver position. Sully grabs a hold of Knights trunks, and yanks, using the slight bit of momentum to fall back and spike Knight into the mat with his MUTHER FUCKER Pulling Pile Driver. Knights body goes completely vertical for a half second, before it crumples to the mat. Aimes confidently rolls over, and goes for the pin, not even bothering to hook Knight’s leg.

One ….

Two …

Three!!!

No!!!! Tyler Knight kicks out at the last possible one thousandth of a second, and Sullivan Aimes is stunned. He was certain that he had this match locked up. He rolls over, and rakes his hands through his hair in disbelief. Alex Drake slides back into the ring behind Aimes and clobbers him with an axe handle smash. He rolls Sully to a kneeling position, and reaches down to pick him up when Sully rakes him across the eyes. The ref shouts something to Sully, but he completely ignores him. Sully stands up now, taking Drake by the arm, pulling him in and hoisting him onto his shoulders, before falling back and dropping the former Primetime Champion with a Samoan drop.

Mayhem: Aimes is really taking control of this match right now Richie, I think he knows he has something to prove.

Sullivan Aimes towers over the fallen Alex Drake now, sneering and yelling for the man to get up. On the opposite side of the ring behind him, Tyler Knight is using the ropes to help lift himself up. He glances over and sees Sully busy taunting Drake, and uses this as a quick chance to regain his composure. Knight gets to his feet, and stumbles towards Aimes, who senses Knight lurking behind him. Sully spins around and charges towards Knight, missing him with a lariat. Knight gets behind him and spins around, catching hold of Sully, reeling him back into the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Knight then goes for the cover as the ref drops to count the pin.

One …

Two ..

No! Alex Drake dives in, and breaks up the pin attempt. Tyler Knight is furious, as he shoots to his feet, and pounces on Drake with a mixture of punches and boots. He stands Drake up now, and delivers another right for good measure, before pushing him back into the corner turnbuckle. Tyler goes to work, leaning back and then bursting forward, driving his shoulder right into the abdomen of Drake. He does this a couple of more times, before standing up, and smiling at the pain he’s inflicted on the former Primetime champion. Tyler hoists Drake into the air, positioning him on the top turnbuckle, and climbs up.

Mayhem: Uh oh, Tyler Knight going up top here. This could spell BIG trouble for Alex Drake.

Trinks: Tyler Knight is about to finish him off once and for all!

Mayhem: Wait, look Richie! Aimes is back on his feet now, and he’s heading over there as well.

Trinks: Why can’t he just stay the hell out of Tyler’s way?!?

Aimes has rushed over, and slid underneath Knight, who still has Drake in a Superplex position. Sully snaps Knight forward with a Powerbomb, the momentum causing Knight to fall back, Suplexing Drake to the mat in the process. The crowd thunders now, as all three men are down.

Mayhem: What a move! For a second there it looked like Tyler Knight was about to finish things off, but Sullivan Aimes came out of nowhere and shifted the tide of this match!

Aimes slowly clamors back to his feet, and he forcefully shoves Alex Drake out of the ring with his foot. He then turns back to Tyler Knight, who is flattened on the mat. He sluggishly lumbers over to the fallen Knight, pushing strands of hair from his face. He walks over towards Tyler’s legs, and the crowd can sense what’s coming.

Mayhem: I think Aimes is going for it Richie! The Main Atrocity!!!

Trinks: No!!! Come On Tyler! FIGHT! You CAN’T let this idiot steal this one! You just can’t!

In the ring, Sullivan Aimes is attempting to turn Tyler Knight over into his single leg Boston crab finisher. Tyler Knight, however, has come alive, thrashing like a mad man for dear life. The fans are on the edge of their seat, as Knight fights for dear life. Sullivan gives another tug, but he’s just not getting Knight turned. Finally Sully decides to give up his attempt, deciding to drop an elbow right into the knee of Knight instead. Knight howls in agony, as Sully pins his leg down and drives his knees into the leg of Knight over and over again.

Trinks: Come on ref, do something!

Sully stands up now, satisfied with the damage he’s done to the leg and knee of The Knightmare. He paces around the ring, and drags Tyler up to his feet, well his foot as Tyler seems unable to put pressure on his injured leg. Sully, drapes Tyler’s arm around his neck, and then hooks a leg. He then lifts Tyler up, exploding back with a Fisherman’s hook that he bridges into a pin.

One ….

Two …

Three!!!

No!

Alex Drake leaps in and breaks up the pin count at the last possible second, robbing Sully of a sure win.

Trinks: Thank God for Alex Drake!

Mayhem: Drake coming from out of NOWHERE to make that save Richie. I thought Sullivan Aimes had the match in the bag!

Trinks: Once again, I say, Thank God for Alex Drake!

All three men are down now, and slow to get up. They’ve been through hell and they know that it isn’t over yet. Alex Drake is the first to really show any sign of life. He slowly rolls to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Sullivan Aimes is also starting to show some life now. He rolls off into the other direction to use the ropes as leverage.

Alex Drake is struggling, but after much hard work, he’s back to his feet. He glances over and sees that Sully is almost back to a standing position. He gathers up all he can muster and takes off, charging at Sully. Aimes hears the footsteps, and drops down, pulling the top rope with him, causing Alex Drake to fly to the outside, crashing hard to the floor. Sully hangs there for a moment, hovering just above the mat as he doesn’t have the strength to pull himself up. After a couple of seconds, he raises himself up, glancing down to the outside to make sure that Alex Drake is down. Seeing the man writhing on the floor below, Sully breaks into a smile.

Mayhem: Sully needs to turn around Richie! Tyler Knight has hobbled back to his feet now, and Aimes isn’t even aware of it!

Trinks: Yes, come on Tyler!

Mayhem: Look at how badly he’s limping though Richie. Sullivan really did some damage to that leg. How effective can he really be?

Trinks: Hell, I think we’re about to find out right now Maggie!

In the ring, Aimes finally turns around. Knight tries to push through the pain and lunges forward, leaping into the air and attempting to nail Sully with his GOOD KNIGHT Busaiku Knee Kick! The injury seems to take its toll though, as he doesn’t get much velocity or lift on the move, and Sully counters it easily, catching the knee, while taking his palm and slamming it into Tyler’s chest, driving him down to the mat. Sully has Tyler’s injured leg, primed and ready as he turns him over, and slaps on The Main Atrocity!

Mayhem: SULLY’S GOT IT LOCKED IN! THE MAIN ATROCITY!!!

Trinks: No, this CAN’T BE HAPPENING! COME ON TYLER, FIGHT!

Tyler is screaming out in pain as Sully wrenches back on his injured leg. The pain becomes far too much for Tyler to bear and eventually, he taps out.

Mayhem: Sullivan Aimes has done it! He has once again become the Number One Contender to the Legacy title.

Trinks: Shoot me now, PLEASE.

The bell rings, and Sully finally relinquishes the hold. He moves the strands of hair from his face, as the ref steps in and raises his hand as “End Of Heartache” by Killswitch Engage cues up.

Stan Hopeforth: Here is your winner, and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the LEGACY title. SULLIVAAAAANNNNN AIMEEESSSSSS !!!!

The show cuts backstage after the number one contender's match to where Ben Hanson is making his way through the corridors of the arena, wearing his ring attire as well as his black 'Metal Heart' sleeveless tee. And he does not look happy.

Jessica King: Ben! Can I get a word with you before your match tonight?

Our resident interviewer, Jessica King appears from around the corner and approaches Ben from the front. He smiles a little bit before answering.

Ben Hanson: Sure thing...

Jessica King: Great! Tonigh--where's Sheree?

Ben Hanson: She'll be here later. You were saying something about tonight?

Jessica King: Tonight has to be the biggest match of your career, a chance to win the Revival World Heavyweight Championship. What I want to know, what the fans and the little Metal Hearts in the crowd here tonight want to know is ... does Ben Hanson have what it takes to become the champion?

Hanson chuckles to himself before answering.

Ben Hanson: Well, for you, Jess. For the fans watching at home, the ones downloading this show later, for the little Metal Hearts in attendance here tonight I have one thing to say. I have what it takes to become the next Revival World Heavyweight Champion. I mean, on any given night I could defeat Myke Adams, Aaron Blaize or Kerry Windsor. Tonight I have the opportunity to not only beat any of them, but I have the chance to beat all of them.

Hanson smiles for the camera.

Ben Hanson: But I'm gonna let my actions do my talking for me, Jess. So if you'll excuse me, it's almost time for the Metal Heart to shine.

He says before excusing himself from the scene.

Jessica King: That was Ben Hanson who later tonight is set to compete in our main event, the fatal fourway match against Myke Adams, Aaron Blaize and Kerry Windsor to determine the Revival World Heavyweight Champion.

Mayhem: Ben Hanson looks to do the impossible tonight, Richie, and that is topple three REVIVAL giants: Aaron Blaize, Kerry Windsor, and the champion himself, Myke Adams.

Trinks: But can he, Magpie? He’s got the Champion, Myke Adams, a man who’s seemingly turned into the spot-monkey that everyone has loved over the last two weeks. He’s got Aaron Blaize--a monster in human form--who will do anything to become World Champion. And he’s got the Cornerstone himself, Kerry Windsor, the former World Champion who’s looking for not only redemption, but glory as he looks to become a two-time World Heavyweight Champion himself. Ben Hanson, in my best estimate, doesn’t stand a chance.

Mayhem: You can’t count him out, Richie. Ben Hanson stood toe-to-toe with Sydney LaRoux in a Taipei Deathmatch. He’s been apart of one of the most dominant stables the wrestle world has ever seen--ZENITH--and he’s been able to hold his own in this battle of three giants as you’ve called them. Ben Hanson has everything to gain tonight, while Myke Adams has everything to lose. This match is honestly anyone’s ballgame!

**** REVIVAL HYPE VIDEO for PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH***

Trinks: I’m getting word that Jessica King is now standing backstage with Kerry Windsor!

Mayhem: Let’s send it over to her then, Richie. Take it away, Jessica.

The scene cuts somewhere backstage, where Jessica King is seen with her microphone.

Jessica King: Thanks Maggie! Ladies and gentlemen, right now I am standing with “The Cornerstone”, Mister Revival himself, Kerry Windsor.

The crowd gives a thunderous pop for the former world champ.

Jessica King: Now Kerry, later on tonight, you will be heading into a fatal four way match, with The Viper Aaron Blaize, Ben Hanson, and the Revival Heavyweight Champion …

Kerry Windsor: Yes, the “Champion”, you can go ahead and add your quotation marks Jessie, we all know you want to.

Jessica King: Eh, ok yeah, and the “Champion” Myke Adams. What is going through your head right now Kerry?

He takes a deep breath, turns his gaze to Jessica and gives her that million dollar smile of his.

Kerry Windsor: You know what Jessica? There’s a certain electricity, a certain vibe flowing through this arena tonight, and I can almost feel it in the air Jessie, history is going to be made … tonight.

He shifts his gaze from Jessica towards the camera now.

Kerry Windsor: A lot of words have been exchanged, a lot of tweets have been posted, a lot of hash tags and trending topics started, and they all, they ALL have led to this one night. Glory. Tonight, you’re going to get three men and the Demi-God that is Kerry Windsor, stepping into that squared circle, laying it ALL on the line for the biggest prize that this company, no, hell, that this INDUSTRY has to offer. A prize that some people out there don’t want me to have. A prize that, as you all have seen with your own eyes, they’ve tried to prevent me from getting another fair shot at. You ask me what’s on my mind Jessica King?

She nods, as he twists his body so that he’s facing her once again, and he raises a hand, using it to emphasize his words.

Kerry Windsor: Well let me tell you the ONE THING that is on my mind right now, and has been on it this entire time. Victory. You see, at the end of the night, one man is going to stand tall above the rest. He may be bruised, he may be battered, he just may be spilling blood all over the damn mat, but THAT man will have earned the right, to call himself Heavyweight Champion. There is nothing, NOTHING, I do greater than defy the odds, and tonight Jessica, The Lifelong Underdog is going to do it once again. He’s going to spit in the face of all of those who have doubted him, he’s going to rise through adversity, and he’s going to do the very thing, THE VERY THING, that they’ve tried their hardest to stop him from doing.

He stops now, and lets out a slight chuckle, as he glances back towards the camera now.

Kerry Windsor: And that is, become a two time, Revival Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. I am Kerry Windsor, and THIS is what I do Jessie, and tonight, Aaron Blaize, Ben Hanson, and Myke Adams … they’re ALL going to find out first hand, that I’m pretty … damn … GOOD, at it.

A roar erupts from the crowd as he finishes off what could quite possibly be his most popular catch phrase.

Jessica King: Thank You Kerry. It seems the Cornerstone is indeed ready, to be king once again. Back to you Magz and Richie.

The camera cuts back to ringside.

Mayhem: Very powerful words there from the former champ.

Trinks: Team Kerry will rise again Maggie! You watch!

Mayhem: Someone get Richie a pair of new underwear, I think he may have soiled the ones he has on.

Trinks: Wait, who said I had any on? They call me Commando Trinky for a reason baby.

Mayhem: Oh God. TMI Richie, TMI.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the REVIVAL PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The fans cheer before 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: Introducing first, from San Diego, California...weighing in at 200lbs... He is "Mr. One Night Stand" THADDEUS GREEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!

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 his opponents.

The house lights cut as the opening riff from "Rookie Of The Year" hits the speaker system. A fluorescent white strobe light begins to flicker at a fast pace on the stage area, in time with the music. On the screens, the name Ethan Teller flashes up repeatedly, fading and reappearing in sequence. After a few seconds the strobe light stops flashing and instead remains on, casting the entire stage in a brilliant white light and it's only then that the crowd spot that Ethan is standing there. With his back to the crowd, Ethan stands with his arms held wide on either side of him and his head looking up into the rafters before turning round and jumping up in one fluid motion, punching the air before landing on his feet. Some of the crowd boo but most remain unsure as they know absolutely nothing about the man walking down the ramp.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent... hailing from New York City, weighing in 240lbs - ETHAN TELLER!

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

Stan Hopeforth: And their opponent... From Possomgrape, Arkansas ... Weighing in at 345lbs... He is the REVIVAL PRIMETIME CHAMPION---FAGAN BALLANNNNNTTIIIIIIIINE!!!

"Ayla" by DJ Tiesto begins pumping out from the sound system as the fans in attendance jump to their feet cheering and applauding. They all turn their attention to the entranceway, but Fagan appears at the top of one of the crowd blocks. He slaps hands with the fans on the way down, helping the downtrodden and the outcasts who support him before climbing over the guard rail. Ballantine hands the championship belt to the timekeeper as he climbs in through the middle ropes and is immediately jumped upon by Ethan Teller as the former champion is like a rabid pitbull. Grey joins in the assault as both men club down the Primetime champion, forcing Ballantine to remain doubled over. Teller drives a knee up into the midsection of Fagan before he and Grey continue the double team, Irish whipping the big man across the ring. Ballantine bounces off the ropes and gets taken off his feet by a double clothesline.

Trinks:The challengers seem to be working as a cohesive unit in the early goings, do you think Fagan Ballantine is in for a hard time tonight, Magz?

Mayhem: I hope not, Richie. That loveable clutz has quickly become a fan favorite around these parts and the fans would love to see him retain this evening.

Teller puts the boots to him, trying to keep the champ grounded as Thad runs against the ropes himself, coming back with a dropkick to the side of Fagan's head, dropping the big man to his back. Ethan drives an elbow down across the chest of Ballantine as Grey takes his turn to stomp away at various body parts of the big man. Teller tries to direct traffic, telling Thaddeus to help him lift the champion back to his feet. He does so and as a result, Ballantine is once again whipped into the corner as Teller charges in after him, hitting the champ with a running clothesline! Fagan falls back to a seated position as a confident Ethan swaggers away - right into a toe kick and a jumping face plant from Thaddeus Grey!

Trinks: So much for team work!

Ethan rolls from the ring just as Fagan gets back to his feet, but Grey spots this and goes after the champion with a hard punch to the face. It's enough to rock the big man, as are the second and the third punch. Grey rears back and really puts some oomph behind the last one as he sends Fagan stumbling back into the corner. But, being an unrelenting bastard, Thaddeus doesn't let up. He grabs the champion up by the scruff of the neck and throws him shoulder first into the corner, causing Ballantine to once again fall to the floor. And Grey takes the chance to stomp away at the shoulder and surrounding area as Teller gets back into the ring.

Grey sees him coming and manages to duck the oncoming clothesline, countering with a basement dropkick to the front of the knee of Ethan Teller! He falls to one knee as Grey goes against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a running knee lift to the face! By this time Ballantine is standing again and staggers out of the corner. He clubs Thad from behind with an axehandle smash across the back. Following it up with a headbutt. Fagan goes for an Irish whip, sending Thaddeus Grey against the ropes before lowering his head for a back body drop ... but Grey scouts it and counters with a spinning neckbreaker. And the first pin attempt!

One..

Mayhem: Ethan Teller making the save early on.

Trinks: And look at him go.

Indeed, Ethan Teller broke up the count with a diving elbow to the back of Grey's head and is following up with some mounted punches. Grey tries to get his arms up to block but he's saved by Ballantine who catches Ethan from behind with a Mongolian chop. The champion picks the challenger up and pushes him back into the corner, whereupon he drives his shoulder into Teller's gut repeatedly. The referee intervenes as Fagan backs away towards the center of the ring, holding his shoulder as he's caught unawares by an armbar takedown from Thaddeus Grey. They're in the middle of the ring and Grey is wrenching back on that arm as Fagan tries desperately to reach the ropes.

Mayhem: Fagan looks to be in pain, that armbar is locked in tight!

The official drops to his knees to check for a submission, but Ethan Teller comes to the champ's rescue, driving a dropkick to the face of Thaddeus Grey! Grey rolls away towards the ropes as Ethan turns his attention to the champion, going for a pin attempt and getting a two count. Instead of trying again, Teller lifts the champ back to his feet and drives a knee up into the midsection and tossing him down throat first across the middle rope, wherupon he proceeds to place his knee across the back, choking the champion out until the referee's four count. Teller backs away as the official admonishes him, only to return with a run-up as he comes down across Fagan's back with all his weight! The champion falls to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope, followed closely behind by Teller.

Fagan uses the guard rails to get back to his feet, but Teller is already on him, charging at him with a running STO on the outside! The nearby fans "ooh" in unison as Fagan hits the padded mats hard. Ethan rolls away and stands up, lifting Fagan to a seated position against the guard rail as he stomps at the champion's midsection and chest.

Trinks: The fans don't like this, Magz. Fagan Ballantine is in a world of hurt and both challengers have been doggedly pursuing him all match.

Mayhem: They're hungry for gold, Richie. It's about their one redeemable feature.

Thaddeus is back on his feet by now and he spots his opponents duelling across the way from where he is. He slides into the ring and rushes across it, going the short way, before leaping from the ring apron with an axehandle smash down across Teller's back! It's enough to drop Ethan to one knee as Thaddeus rears back with a mule kick that--gets caught by Ethan Teller!

Trinks: Oh dear...

A look of panic crosses Grey's face as Teller stands up, still holding the foot of his opponent. And, in an instant, he's hooked Thaddeus up and slammed him overhead with an exploder suplex! Fagan is on his feet and he rolls into the ring, huddling in the corner as Teller slides in after him. Teller slowly heads towards the champion as Ballantine pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes for leverage. Ethan swings with a right hook, but Fagan blocks and strikes back with a hook of his own. A left jab to the face and a right hand lands a body shot, rocking Ethan Teller. The champion goes for an Irish whip, sending his opponent to the corner as he charges in with an avalanche attack!

Fagan walks back away from the turnbuckle as Teller falls forward, flat on his face. Grey climbs back into the ring as Ballantine turns his attention to him, two hands around the skull for a headbutt that sends Grey back against the ropes. An Irish whip sends him across the ring, coming back for a HUGE powerslam as Fagan puts all three hundred plus pounds behind it! A hook of the leg!

One...

Two

NOO!

Thaddeus gets the shoulder up in the nick of time as Fagan drags him back to his feet and hurls him towards the corner. The champion grabs Teller up and whips him towards the same corner Grey is in, squashing the smallest man in the match. Ballantine, however, doesn't immediately capitalise, holding his head in his hands momentarily before letting forth a gutteral howl. He charges at his prone foes, crushing them both with a splash!

Trinks: Get the waitress, we've got two pancakes ready to be served!

Mayhem: Again with the fat jokes?

Teller staggers out of the corner and right into a belly-to-belly suplex as Fagan again puts all his weight down across his opponent's upper body. Ethan rolls out of the ring as Grey pries himself out of the corner, staggering forward towards a waiting champion--BALLANTINE BOMB! Fagan wrapped Thaddeus up and nailed him with his trademark move before hooking the leg!

One..

Two...

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and still PRIMETIME CHAMPION--FAGAN BALLANTINE!!!

[REVIVAL]

Revival cameras take us backstage agian to where we find Politically Incorrect in the parking garage trying to shut the trunk of a small Mazda Miata. Theodore keeps slamming and slamming and slamming but nothing works. Meanwhile L.J. and Sullivan look on in sheer amazement.

Sullivan Aimes: You're gonna kill him you idiot!

Sullivan approaches the vehicle and lifts the trunk revealing Trey Jordan passed out in the trunk of the car.

Theodore Drake: What the fuck are you yelling at me for? This is like trying to fuck a virgin.

Sullivan Aimes: I'll show you how it's done.

Sullivan adjusts Trey's shoulders in the trunk and shuts the trunk quietly.

Sullivan Aimes: Was that so hard?

Drake ignores Sullivan and hops in the passenger seat.

Sullivan Aimes: "L.J. take the Tahoe and meet us there. You know where to go.

Sullivan hops in the driver's seat and speeds away.

Trinks: Where are they going with Trey Jordan?

L.J. enters the building and is approached by Breanne Cayden.

Breanne Cayden: Whurr ya goin' wit' TrayJae?

L.J. glares at Breanne confused about who the hell she is. She looks away for a second and then blasts Breanne with a right hand. Breanne reels back a bit but attacks L.J. almost immediately. Security and Event staff come out and break up the scuffle.

Mayhem: I have no idea Richie but I have a feeling it will not end well for The Show. What’s this? It’s the Deviant and she looks on a mission!

Cameras pick up Sydney LaRoux backstage walking down the white tiled corridor. Her dark hair is contrasted against the stark background behind her profile. Her pocket chains jingle as she moves along at a good pace until she walks right up to the back of a familiar spiked black haired, Samuel Hessingstock. Sydney moves right up behind him as he turns and stares at her with a smile.

Hess: Well, if it isn’t my beautiful Deviant.

Sydney: You need to stop this shit Sam. Enough is enough.

Hess: Are you afraid that next time you won't be able to stop yourself?

Sydney backs up a little and narrows her eyes at Sam. He continues the visual staredown and advances on her as she speaks.

Sydney: There will not BE a next time. I told Myke everything that happened and I had to almost beg him not to go after you.

Hess: Good. At least he won't be blindsided by me stealing you then. He should know that I WON’T be ignored, Sydney. I will not just go away just because you moved hotels.

Sam begins to grin like a villian as he backs up Sydney into the wall. Hess leans in to kiss LaRoux but his bicep is grabbed by a familiar hand with a scrolling tattoo down the last two fingers on his right hand. The crowd gives a pop as they know that hand. It’s Myke!

Myke: You do it and you will be picking your teeth up, “brother”.

Sam looks down to the hand and turns as Myke Adams comes into view now. He moves next to Sydney and she wraps her arm around his side as he drapes his arm over her right shoulder. She curls into Myke’s side as Hess stares down Myke venomously.

Hess: Enjoy it while it lasts, Adams. Because your days are numbered with MY girlfriend.

Hessingstock puts his hands out and shoves back the World Champion with a hard push. Sydney moves forward and is ready to attack Sam if need be. Sam smirks at Sydney and then walks off from the both of them.

Myke: Easy momma. Let’s go.

Sydney turns into Myke again and they begin to walk away as the camera returns ringside.

Mayhem: Harsh words exchanged between Myke and Sam over Sydney LaRoux, Richie. Sam’s behavior lately has been just despicable, not just to Syd but to Alyx too.

Trinks: He is coming up next, Maggorz against MY gamer girlfriend! GO ALYX!

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.

Stan Hopeforth: Your following match up is a gruddddddge match, and is a singles match, set for onnnnne fall! Introducing first...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and thirrrtty pounds...she...is...Alyx...St...CROIX!!!

She stops at the edge of the entrance ramp and stares out over the crowd with a smug smirk. She skip walks her way down the ramp staying clear of the outstretched hands of the crowd. She picks up her pace and slides in beneath the bottom rope and popping back to her feet in the middle of the ring. Alyx crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throwing up her hands like the rock star she is, while turning her head, eyeing approach of her opponent.

Mayhem: Richie, this girl for the past week has been through hell, being tainted and teased about her secret that she's kept so well from the revival nation.

Trinks: I'm calling love child with Chuck Norris!

CLICK.

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

RELEASE ME!!

BOOM!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mayhem: This man lately has been sick. Just wrong in the head, his obsession with Syd has taken him to new lows and I can only hope tonight that Alyx opens up a can of whoop ass on him!

Trinks: I didn't like him before this...now...now I think he's just a nutjob! Oooh maybe that's what Alyx did to Valiant?

The two square up to one another in the centre of the ring, Sam with a grin. The bell rings,

Ding Ding!

The two continue to square up to one another, before Sam lightly pushes Alyx backwards. Alyx barely flinches, shaking her head as Sam approaches again and shoves her once again.

Mayhem: Is it me or does Alyx not seem to be in this?

Trinks: I know, right?? She's just being pushed around out there!

Sam screams at her to fight back but she doesn't as Sam lightly paintbrushes the side of her face with his palm. She barely moves as Sam now stands, shaking his head, before he calls for a microphone. A stage hand throws him one and he picks it up quickly

Hessingstock: You...are wasting...my time...and YOUR potential St Croix...so come on...and HIT ME!

He snarls the last part before slapping her across the face, hard! The crowd oooh and boo before erupting into fits of cheers as Alyx LEAPS on Samuel with all her weight and manages to take him to the floor before grabbing his head and SLAMMING it into the mat! Sam smiles once his head hits the mat for the third time...

Mayhem: Sick fuck! He's SMILING while Alyx retaliates!

Trinks: It's like he's getting what he wants maggz, and that is Alyx fighting back!

Alyx is pulled by the referee quickly, off of Sam. Sam gets to his feet now and smiles clearly at Alyx before Alyx sprints in, angered. Hess moves out of the way and grabs her by the hair as she moves past him. He drags her backwards, and SLAMS the back of her head into his knee with a laugh as Alyx holds the back of her head. She gets to her feet again, and Sam stands behind her, sizing her up. She spins around, Sam leaps up, Dead Weight II...NO! Alyx SHOVES Sam away and Sam lands hard on his back. Alyx now takes a run, leaps off the ropes, and flips backwards with a perfect lionsault! She hooks the leg for the first fall of the match.

One...Sam kicks out, with a smile on his face. Alyx hops to her feet quickly and leaps onto Sam, before driving her fist, several times into his face. For the second time, the referee pulls Alyx from Sam as Sam gets to his feet. Alyx springs back in, looking to take Sam down again, Sam however catches her, her legs wrapped around his body, Sam smiles and suddenly kisses Alyx!

Mayhem: What the hell?

Trinks: Sam's gettin lucky!

Mayhem: Yeah but Richie, Sam can't want Alyx too, what about Syd?

Trinks: Syd is yesterdays news! Gamer girl is where its at now!

Sam suddenly SHOVES her from him and she lands on the mat in pure shock. Sam grins at her, wiping his mouth before sprinting in...he aimes to kick her head off her shoulders! Alyx rolls out of the ring quickly, Sam follows her. Alyx quickly now sprints in at Sam, she leaps up, hurricanrana! Sam gets flung head first towards the apron, Alyx takes a look at the announce table now and quickly springs up onto the edge of it!

Trinks: Woah! Panty shot! This is awesome!

Mayhem: God you disgust me!

Trinks: Yeah but I'm awesome...

Alyx leaps off quickly now as Sam gets to his feet, she latches herself around his neck, tornado DD...no! Sam elevates her upwards and THROWS her onto the apron neck first! Alyx ricochets from the apron, Sam runs in, SPEAR INTO ALYX....AND THE RING APRON!!!

Mayhem: JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST! SAM JUST TORE HER IN TWO!

Trinks: PLEASE tell me he didn't just do that Margaret!

Sam lays out on the floor for a few seconds as Alyx doesn't manage to move at all. The referee is already up to a four as both lay out.

Five.


Sam stirs.

Six.

Sam is to his knees. Alyx still isn't moving.

Seven.

Sam rolls into the ring.

Eight.

Alyx is back up to her knees...Sam sees it and clutches onto the top rope...

Nine!

Alyx to her feet...Sam throws himself back outside with a HUGE flip dive...Alyx moves! Sam crashes to the floor! St Croix shakes her head, in disbelief that this is all happening, before she quickly now grabs Sam by his arm and helps him to his feet before throwing him into the ring. She now climbs onto the apron. Sam slowly stirs, getting to his feet...Alyx leaps onto the top rope, Sam turns, Alyx leaps off...clothesline...connects! Sam is floored once again as Alyx quickly leaps into a cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout!!

Sam gets his shoulder up and Alyx leaps from him, shaking her head in a way that suggests she thought it would be over. Alyx approaches Sam now to pull him up but Sam drags her down...small package!

One!

Two!

Thr...no! Kickout!

Both spring to their feet quickly, Sam grinning again at St Croix visibly seems to get more annoyed at Sam. Sam almost seems to laugh at her as she flies in at him, looking to lock up. Sam ducks the attempt, and as she comes back, he takes her over with a hip toss. He now is heard screaming at her, that she's not taking this seriously, to show him her potential as he slaps the back of her head to aggravate her further. She takes the punishment as he continues to do it, standing over her as he repeatedly hits the back of her head before pulling her hair. She screams out in pain as Sam now leaps up and BLASTS her in the back of the head with a modified curb stomp!

Mayhem: Ouch!!!

Trinks: I dont get this momma, one min, She's fighting back. The next, she's given up the ghost again! She really doesn't wanna be doing this, not with Sam!

Mayhem: It's like she wants her secret to be revealed..

Trinks: Right now I'm thinking she has a fetish for pain and thats the secret!

Sam doesn't go for a cover on young Alyx though as he screams and berates her. He grabs her by the hair again, she doesn't seem to say or do anything though as he holds her in plain sight of everyone. Using her hair, he pulls her to her feet and laughing out loud before doing so, he screams 'FINISH HER!' out to the crowd. The crowd boo loudly as Sam now wraps his arm around her neck, and goes to shove her backwards into his version of the Ranhei...suddenly though she gets life back in her and with all of her energy she shoves him backwards, detaching the front face lock that he has on her. In retaliation, he runs in after her, she lifts her leg...SUPER KICK!! Sam drops, hard, as the kick connects to the chin!

Mayhem: Woah! Alyx with her own retribution on Sam in the form of a kick to the teeth!

Trinks: The geekiest kick in the world at that...considering its called the backslash...a...f...k!

She immediately drops down and goes for a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr...no!!

She rolls off of Sam quickly, and looms up at the turnbuckle...

Mayhem: Please tell me she isn't thinking...

Trinks: Oh it's time...

She leaps onto the top rope and then, staring down at Sam she takes a leap...

Mayhem: Expecto Patronum...

Trinks: Wait! Sam's moved!

Sure enough, Sam moves right as Alyx CRASHES down to the mat! She lands on her feet and rolls forward however, avoiding near disaster, but she soon moves into disaster anyway as Sam catches her as she staggers forward, front face lock...Sam rolls foward, forcing Alyx backwards...THE DRIVE CONNECTS!!! The crowd ROAR in boos as Sam gets to his feet, shaking his head at her. Quickly now he YANKS her to her feet again, hooks his arm over her head again...A SECOND RANHEI!

Mayhem: Jesus Christ! Sam's lost it!

Trinks: And Alyx is out cold! He could easily pin...

But he doesn't, instead he picks her up a THIRD time...hooks his arm over her head again...THE DRIVE! AGAIN! NOW he holds the legs...

One!

Two!

Three!!

Sam stands, a huge look of disappointment on his face as 'Asylum' begins to play over the PA system again. He shakes his head, the music dying as he grabs her again...

Mayhem: Oh come on!!

Trinks: Alyx is already unable to move! He's gunna end her!

He hooks the arm over the head once again...this time, a VENOMOUS look in his eyes as he goes to roll forward, but is sent careening off of the young female by two arms SMASHING him in the back of the head! The crowd roar with cheers now as Sam gets up and turns, only to be met with a HUGE punch to the face, followed by another, followed by a third...Sam tries to come back at his attacker but the punches are too much, before they're followed by a HUGE clothesline sends Sam out of the ring! Sam GLARES at him as he lands on his feet on the outside, the camera panning around to show a smiling Kyle Cross! Kyle turns, to look at Alyx who is still out, before helping her up as Sam backs his way out toward the entrance pit.

Mayhem: Who is that? Who is helping Alyx?!

Trinks: I don’t know but be better watch himself! Putting hands all over my woman!

Mayhem: She barely knows you exist! Oh! I have word Sam is exiting the arena and Jessica King has caught up with him.

We cut backstage to see Samuel Hessingstock walking away from the arena.

King: Sam! Sam!

She shouts out to the hater as he continues to walk.
King: Sam! Just a second please...

She speaks to him as she manages to run and catch up to him.

King: Sam...a great win for you...does this mean...you'll tell the world Alyx St Croix's secret?

Sam turns now,visibly pissed off.

Hess: I was...nice to you when I started here. They all said you're...annoying. Irritating. They're right...you are. You're as obsessed with St Croix's secret as she really is. She pretended to not want to fight, but yet in the end she STILL tried to beat me when she kicked me in the face. Her secret will come out when I'M ready to tell...but right now, I have a massage for the hero of the day. Cross. I don't know you. What you do, before now was none of my business. However...you just made me...your business. You just put a target on YOUR back and at Violence fourteen...I will END your career. You clearly came here to fight, you want to be a hero, well THERE ARE NO HEROES and at Violence...I will prove that statement true.

Sam leaves the arena.

****REVIVAL LEGACY TITLE HYPE VIDEO****

Cameras return to The British Bomber going through his final preparations ahead of his match with Sydney LaRoux. As he warms up, into his locker room walks Holli Would.

Bomber: Hey honey, didn’t think you was coming.

She walks up to him and he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Holli: You ready for this Ollie?

Bomber smiled and gave her a nod, she took a step back and looked him up and down.

Holli: You look ready, go out there and win that Legacy Championship.

Bomber: I’m ready, but something doesn’t feel right, this match doesn’t feel right. Just feels like there is something in the air tonight.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Holli: Don’t worry about it, just go out there and win it, everything will be fine.

Bomber just smiled at Holli as we watch the camera shot disappear before we had back to Trinks and Mayhem at the table.

Trinks: That Holli Would is such a pink haired Vixen!

Mayhem: She is a pretty woman, Trinkerbelle. But, I know who can make that smile wipe right off your face, this man, The Viper, Aaron Blaize. i think he has something to say to Revival Nation.

The crowd roars in disdain as Aaron Blaize shows up on the Revo-Tron, seen taping his wrists, sitting on a bench in the backstage locker room area. As he comes into focus, he looks up into the camera, almost sensing that Trinks and Mayhem were ready to conduct a live interview with him. Before they can even begin, Blaize narrows his eyes into the camera.

Aaron Blaize: Stop… just stop it, right now. I don’t need to be asked any questions from the likes or you two, or anyone sitting in that crowd tonight. For once, I want you, ALL of you… to just shut up and listen…

Blaize finishes taping up his right hand, moving his fingers a bit to test the elasticity of the tape. After being satisfied, he places his hands on his kneepads, leaning forward, his full, narrow-eyed attention squarely on the camera as the crowd boos uncontrollably.

Aaron Blaize: I’ve been called a lot of things in my career. A villain, a monster, a sadistic man, the most DANGEROUS man, the Antithesis, the Anti-Hero, and the Viper. I’ve been labeled as everything scummy and skuzzy that walks this earth, AND, have even been told that I put some people to sleep. You know what? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is what I do in that ring, what I GIVE to all those unfortunate enough to cross my path.

Blaize sneers EVER so slightly, but returns to his stoic, focused mood very quickly.

Aaron Blaize: Anyone who knows me knows EXACTLY what it is I am capable of in that very ring, inside my canvas. Tonight? Well… tonight I get three unwilling victims to toy with, to sap the very heart and soul from. It just… mystifies me… that they walk around, high and mighty, on their soapboxes with their flippant attitudes. And maybe this is sour grapes… but I’ll make sure they pay attention tonight. I’ll make sure they and all of you hapless, pathetic SHEEP in that crowd that boo TRUE athletes… will take notice.

Plenty of jeers now as Blaize stands up, cracking his wrists and neck as he looks to limber up.

Aaron Blaize: I didn’t ask for this time to run off at the mouth yet again… oh no. I asked for this time to issue a warning to the entire Revival Roster. Tonight… the landscape changes forever. TONIGHT… history will be made, and after the dust settles and the fire is put out, there will be one man, one FORCE still standing in that very ring…

Blaize sneers fully now.

Aaron Blaize: …”The Viper.” The match is mere moments away now… and all three of my competitors know what needs to be done. I just hope they don’t disappoint me. But beyond that, seeking attention, revenge, retribution, and even salvation… has a cost. In order for those three men to achieve that, for Adams to retain, for Windsor or Hanson to achieve… they have to get through me. I will not lay down and allow you, the unwashed, filthy masses dictate my life. I march to the beat of my own drum… and now, the drummer has had enough.

Blaize scowls into the camera.

Aaron Blaize: Tonight, I become Revival Wrestling’s NEW World Heavyweight Champion. And next week on Violence… well… we’ll see what happens. I can promise you this… everything changes from here on out, one way, or another...

Blaize begins to stretch, propping his leg up high and working out the kinks. He glares over his shoulder now, his back predominantly seen facing the camera. His gaze is that of an uncaring nature, no emotion, only determination.

Aaron Blaize: You’ve been warned. Now get out.

The camera man backs up as the crowd boos, and we’re taken back to a shot of Trinks and Mayhem at the announce table.

Mayhem: Strong words from Aaron Blaize as he gears up for tonight. Coming up next, it is The Deviant versus The British Bomber for The Legacy Championship!

Trinks: I have a feeling that Bomber has so much to prove in this match! Take us ringside Stanny Bo Banny!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... it's for the Legacy championship of Revival!!!

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

Stan Hopeforth: The challenger now in the ring... THE BRITISH BOOOOOMBERRRRR!!!

The crowd cheer Bomber once again before screaming out as "I'm Back" by Dope hits the P.A. Sydney LaRoux doesn't wait long as she heads out onto the stage, she shines a bright smile as Revival gives her a great cheer. Holding her Legacy title high she starts for the ring...

Stan Hopeforth: And coming down now, your Legacy champion Revival... THE DEVIANT... SYYYYYYYYDNEY LAROUUUUUUX!!!

Syd tags hands along the aisle way and even lets a few pictures get snapped with random fans here and there via their smart phones. She even allows a young boy right before ringside to touch her title belt's golden surface. She then smiles and nods at Bomber in the ring and slides her way in. She hoist up the title to much cheer and then hands the belt to the ref. He shows it to Revival then passes it through the ropes and calls for the bell.

DING! DING!

Trinks: These two used to be so angry with one another, Bomber better not hurt my woman.

Mayhem: Yours? Ya might wanna not let Myke Adams hear ya say that!

Trinks: Adams dunno if he's right or left, I'm cool with that.

Mayhem: Ha, I bet. We'll ask him when he comes out for the Main Event... Sound good?

Trinks: How bout we shut it, and focus on the Legacy champ doing her sexy thang!?

Syd and TBB lock up in the center of the ring, Bomber gets a quick headlock on... but Syd slips free and swings behind him shoving him away. He staggers and turns as they both smirk, TBB waves a finger and shakes his head. They collide and tie up once again, Syd now lands a nice knee shot and snaps Bomber back hard by his bleached hair! He lands with a loud crash over the mat and quickly scrambles up only to be dropkicked by LaRoux! TBB scrambles up again though fired up and Syd looks for a hip toss... he blocks it and elbows her with a quick shot then grabs up the Legacy champ by her head and snaps her down quick with a nice twisting neckbreaker!

Mayhem: Wow, nice exchange between them! This is going to be a close one!

Syd flops a bit but sits up with a grimace, her dark lined eyes going wide as Bomber tugs her into him and gets to one knee. He slaps on a tight rear chin lock and wrenches it with all he's got. LaRoux garbs at his arm and tries to get free, her feet kicks and bounce as she calls out in pain. The crowd torn right down the middle for them as they scream.

Trinks: Get those mitts off her Bomber!

Mayhem: Syd's locked up tight in that chin lock, but she's close to the ropes.

She is too, Syd grabs the near by ropes and the ref breaks the chin lock. Bomber stands and holds out his hands for the ref to see as he backs away from the Legacy champ. Syd goes to her knees, then slowly staggers up rubbing at her neck. Bomber rushes in for a clothesline but Syd ducks and runs at the corner. As Bomber whips around the crowd explode as Syd runs up the buckles and corkscrews up and over... she twist and looks for a shining wizard!!! THWHACK! It connects!

Trinks: YES! Sychopathic Sickness from nowhere! That's my gal, she's a fire cracker baby!

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...

Syd stares at the ref who calls it at two, Bomber's foot is under the ropes. Syd smiles softly and shakes her head as her lips easily read, "Duh." She spins to her feet and pulls at TBB by his neck and his wrist. Whack a gut kick connects, wham another and another. Syd then grabs at his head and lands a twist of fate like spinning cutter!!! She snaps to a seat and bites at her lips before quickly rushing to her feet.

Mayhem: Nice cutter from Syddo!

Bomber flops and rolls to his chest, Syd leans down and works at him to get him up. The crowd loud as Bomber starts hitting back elbows that fend off the Deviant. He leaps and twist and cracks a desperation enzuguri like kick right into the side of LaRoux's head! Syd goes down quick and clutches her head... her and Bomber both on the mat looking to gather themselves.

Trinks: Come on Syd get up, get up...

Mayhem: This is going to be good.

They both come to a seat, and slowly each stand. The crowd getting loud as they spin to face one another... Syd takes a punch at TBB, but he returns one right back. They trade off shot after shot and stagger about the ring... WHAM! The ring quakes as from nowhere Bomber lands a block and then a swinging powerslam! He hooks the leg and pounds his head with the count.

ONE!
TWO!!
Syd's shoulder goes up!

LaRoux kicks out at two, but Bomber doesn't care. He grabs at her dark hair, and pulls her back with him as they stand. He grabs her and Irish whips her into the ropes... looking to catch her by his side for a tilt a whirl slam... the crowd erupts as Syd is spiraled upside down and around, but breaks free and somehow turns it around... HURRICANRANA BY THE LEGACY CHAMP!!!

Trinks: Wow, if I wasn't already in love...

Mayhem: That was brilliant, Syd is such a great flier! She better get back on it...

Syd comes to both knees, she grimaces and stands. She stomps at the Bomber and forces him to one knee, THUMP a forearm connects... Syd pulls him the rest of the way up... she kicks him in the gut.

Trinks: Deviant Down... NO!

Mayhem: OH THE BOMB FROM NOWHERE!!!

Right as Syd looked primed for her reversed GTS, Bomber from nowhere leaped and grabbed her head... the Stunner connects and Syd falls straight back. British Bomber slowly makes his way over for a pin... The crowd loud as the ref counts it...

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...

Bomber's eyes go wide, Syd throws her foot over the near by bottom rope. TBB stands and shakes his head, he gives the ref a glance before he goes back at Syd. Pulling her up as the crowd erupts... she snaps back and hits TBB punch after punch... She kicks him in the gut again. LaRoux quickly grabs Bomber over both shoulders, right as she looks to flip him over her head and down over the knee... he connects with two quick elbows and somehow lands on his feet... Kick to the gut now from Bomber... STUNNER AGAIN!

Trinks: NO NOT AGAIN!!!

Mayhem: The Bomb! He hits it a second time!

The crowd is on their feet as Bomber makes another heavy lateral press.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... and NEW Legacy champion... THE BRIIIIIIIITISH BOOOOOOOMBERRRRRR!!!

Trinks: Noooooooo!

Mayhem: Sydney's impressive streak as our Legacy champ is over! What an explosive match!

The crowd are screaming and cheering as Bomber staggers up clutching his side. He winces but smile bright as the ref hands him the Legacy title. Bomber clutches it and grins ear to ear, he then looks over the crowd.

Trinks: Rub it in?

Mayhem: No I don't think he's like that.

Bomber then brings about even more cheers as he helps Sydney from the mat. She clutches her chin in a grimacing manner. Stunned and staggered she just hugs the Bomber! He hugs her back before they break the hug off and tired but not out Syd lifts his arm high over their heads in a show of respect!

Trinks: What?! He just took your hard earned streak baby girl... Don't... KICK HIM!

Mayhem: Don't be an instigator. This is a classy finish to a great title match! Enjoy real sportsmanship, we don't see that around here ever.

Syd slaps Bomber on his shoulder and nods, she heads to the ropes and drops out of the ring. Still rubbing at her chin and shaking her head, she gives her best smile at the fans as she passes and tags a few hands. In the ring Bomber watches her long walk to the back... then screams in delight to the top of his lungs and hoist the Legacy title up high.

Mayhem: A great contest folks, just great. And now we're almost to the Main Sha-bang!

Bomber continues to celebrate his victory, dropping from the ring and tagging at hands all around it. He holds the title up here and there as he meets and greets fans for moments... Joy etched over the veteran as he eats up every minute!

[REVIVAL]

****REVIVAL GLORY VIDEO on the FATAL FOURWAY****

The cameras cut from ringside, and the crowd gives a huge pop as we now find ourselves in the locker room of “The Cornerstone” Kerry Windsor. Kerry is bouncing on his toes, rolling his neck and doing any and everything that he can to loosen up for his Heavyweight title match which is coming up next. Chelsea Pryce is seen in the background watching on as he mentally prepares.

Chelsea Pryce: Hey babe, do you want some water?

She says, offering him the unopened bottle next to her. Kerry shakes his head no, and Chelsea simply shrugs, twisting the cap off and taking the bottle for herself. Kerry paces back and forth now, swinging his arms, and getting into his zone. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Kerry stops what he’s doing and glares cautiously at the door. It’s too close to his match, and the incident with the car at Violence 13 is still on his mind.

Chelsea Pryce: I’ll get it.

Chelsea says as she stands. The camera follows her, as she makes her way to the door. She swings it open, only to reveal Kerry’s best friend, and the soon to be mother of his child, Sheree Washington. Chelsea’s face is unreadable as she stares Sheree down.

Chelsea Pryce: Sheree.

Sher nods in acknowledgement.

Sheree: Chelsea.

Kerry Windsor: Sher?

The camera pans back to catch the former World champ in the shot again. There’s a huge smile on his face, as he watches Sher step into the locker room, Chelsea closes the door and proceeds in behind her.

Kerry Windsor: I’m surprised to see you here. Didn’t think old Benny boy would let you out of his sight, especially to see me.

Sheree slightly cringes at the mentioning of Ben’s name.

Sheree: Look Kerry, I ---

She stops and turns her head to Chelsea who is standing right next to them, listening intently and somewhat suspiciously to the exchange between the two. Kerry clears his throat.

Kerry Windsor: Hey Chels, can you do me a favor and get me a bottle of water?

Chelsea Pryce: But you just said ---

Her voice trails off as she looks at the bottle of water in her hand. The same one she had offered him moments before and that he hastily declined. Getting the hint, she forces a smile, nodding in understanding.

Chelsea Pryce: A bottle of water. Gotcha.

She storms off, and the sound of the locker room door slamming shut can be heard a couple of seconds later. Kerry then focuses his attention back on Sher. He glances down at her belly, and places a hand on it.

Kerry Windsor: How are you doing?

He says this, biting his bottom lip and gently massaging her belly. This actually brings a smile to her face.

Sheree: We’re good Ker.

Kerry Windsor: Well you haven’t answered my calls the past few days, and Syd won’t tell me what the hell is going ---

Sheree cuts him off.

Sheree: Kerry, I really don’t want to get into all of that right now. I just wanted to wish you good luck out there tonight. I’m not going to be ringside.

This revelation stuns Kerry.

Kerry Windsor: I thought for sure you’d be front row and center to see your boy toy finally get his shot at Glory.

Sheree vehemently shakes her head in disagreement.

Sheree: No. As a matter of fact, you’re the only reason I even decided to show up tonight. I just wanted to let you know, that we are in your corner, rooting for you.

She places both hands on her belly, and gives him a warm smile.

Sheree: Forever and always.

And with that, she leans in and gives Kerry a peck on the cheek. They gaze at each other for a second, before Sher finally turns and walks away. Kerry watches her walk off, and the scene fades out with a picture of a beaming Kerry Windsor before it goes dark again.

The crowd at ringside gets loud in cheers as the image burning onto the screen next is of the World champion, Myke Adams and former Legacy champion Syd LaRoux! Syd is putting some final touches over Myke's eccentric face paint. She looks rather content and happy for a woman who just lost her championship... The two slowly speak.

Myke Adams: Sorry about tonight, you two had one helluva contest! It was great...

Myke speaks softly between her strokes of paint to his face, she leans in a softly kisses him a bit. The crowd whistling at such a sight, before we Syd smile as she leans back.

Sydney LaRoux: It's okay, I'm at a good place inside with it. I gave it my all, that's what we have the power to control. Let’s be honest.. I'm already thinking about the sand between my toes.

Myke takes her wrist, halting her painting. She gives him a curious look. He gives her a sigh, and tugs the World title into view... Sydney runs her finger tips over the name plate, 'Myke Adams' engraved. She smiles at the belt and then up at him reassuringly that no matter what happens, he will still have her.

Myke Adams: I still gotta go through this momma... but trust me their thunder at ringside along with the dreams of that sand are what's driving me tonight. I'm not going to worry about things beyond this moment.

Sydney LaRoux: You can't baby.

Myke Adams: I know this, now. Sorry it took me so long...

Myke turns his head, but Sydney pulls his eyes back to her. She pats the World title's surface quite hard. Nudging him, Myke cannot help but break a slight grin even all the face paint can't mask.

Sydney LaRoux: Stop. Relax, just feel it remember? I've never forgot all the times you've been there to say just the right thing. Now get up, go out there and do what only you do...

Myke Adams: Oh yea? What's that.

LaRoux stands, tossing aside the painting stuff. She takes up Myke's hand as he stands as well. She pulls his title around his waist and starts to buckle it behind him. Leaning close to his ear she bites it ever so slightly and smirks.

Sydney LaRoux: Thrill em all.

Myke smiles wider under his paint, WHACK Syd gives him a big smack on his rear! She folds her arms and watches on with a small grin as Adams gets a bounce in his step and starts out of sight...

Mayhem: And Myke is coming up next in the Fatal Four!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, please let us hear you scream! It's time for Glory to come full circle. The Revival World Heavyweight championship will be on the line. That's right Revival it's MAIN EVENT TIME!!!

The crowd explodes in a riot of cheers as...

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena, the guitar intro working the crowd up into a mini frenzy as Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain wearing his ring attire and a black sleeveless tee emblazoned with a steel coloured heart. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around him with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect.

Trinks: No Sheree tonight!? That's weird, the biggest quest of Hanson's career...

Mayhem: It's a dangerous place by ringside, Richie. He probably doesn't want to risk her safety by bringing her near The Viper.

Ben looks out across the crowd, a wan smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his tee and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

Stan Hopeforth: Hitting the ring first, THE METAL HEART BEEEEEEEEEN HAANNNNNNSONNNNNNN!!!

"THIS …. IS WHAT I DO.”

The voice of the Cornerstone 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 he raises his fist into the air and 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 hoists his right fist up into the air drawing a massive pop from the crowd. The music then begins to fade out as the normal lighting kicks back in. Kerry glares ta Hanson across the ring then heads towards the turnbuckle to await the opening bell.

Stan Hopeforth: Second to the ring... THE CORNERSTONE, KERRRRRRRRRRRRRRY WINNNNNNNNNDSORRRRRRRR!!!

BOOM!!!

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

Trinks: Here comes The Viper!

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And third folks, welcome THE VIPER... AARRRRON BLAAIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZEEE!!!

The crowd screams towards the entrance way in jeers now, Slipknot's Grammy winning tune, "Before I Forget" having just started to pound itself through the P.A. system. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the arena goes near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white light 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 curtain draws back and "The Suicidal Superman" Myke Adams comes charging out. Myke has his chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, dark blue, and charcoal gray. His face hidden almost behind a messy paint job done in wild colors. The Revival World Heavyweight title strapped over his waist. He comes to a stop, getting his adrenaline going with the tone set by Slipknot's aggressive tune...

"GOOOOOOOO!!!"

Shouts the song's singer and Slipknot front man Corey Taylor as Adams' teeth shining white in contrast to the paint over his face as he clinches them together with an almost energetic yet angry look of determination over his face, he stops and stares out over the crowd for just a mere moment, undoing his title and holding it high for the World to see. Then throttles it down the aisle way, his head bobbing with the music's sound as the song continues playing out. The crowd in a frenzy as Myke tags every outstretched hand he can manage as he charges the ring just in time for the chorus to cue up... He slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs the top rope with his right hand, he throws his left arm high with authority and the World title in tow. Myke glares over the crowd as he slowly raises his left brow. Energy etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Myke then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. His hair flying around in a color mess as the 'Human Highlight Reel' begins thrashing his neck and head about, letting the music fuel his energetic arrival to the ring. He jumps backward now and twist in mid-air, as he lands with great agility flush on both feet and rushes across the ring to scale the second turnbuckle in a single leap. He lands without effort and bangs his head around some more! The crowd screaming loud and cheering vigorously at him as he hops from the turnbuckles, as Slipknot starts to die off the P.A. The Superman of Revival twist his neck around some, backing into a corner as his body sways back and fourth with a bit of a calm, yet frighteningly, energetic stance as he glares with and eager intent towards his three challengers.

Stan Hopeforth: And finally... YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN HIMSELF... MYYYYYKE AAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAMSSSSSSSSSS!!!

The crowd goes off, Blaize seen seething in angst. Windsor rolling his eyes, as Hanson shakes his head. Adams however nods approving of the riot of cheers, he throws the title high up and mouths off about it being not only his but Revival Nations GLORY. Then hands it to the referee... the ref heads to the ropes and hands out the title as the bell sounds.

DING! DING!

Trinks: this may become known as the benchmark in what Revival can do. It pains me to say it, but this is any man's fight. With that side now... GO TEAM KERRY!!!

Mayhem: This should truly be exactly what Richie just said, a bookmark, a bar setter... A match like Revival has yet to be hold. So much emotion, personal demons... This is anything but a simple four way wrestling contest. Each of these men have something to prove, and will go to the ends of their will to do just so!

The crowd gets excited as the four men don't even make it to the center of the ring, Hanson takes Windsor off guard from the side and plows him over with a double leg take down. Hanson going off with a flurry of shots over Kerry as Adams and Blaize get chest to chest... THWHACK the crowd jeers as Blaize belts a slap over the painted up champion then slaps on a sly side headlock. Wrenching it with force and stomping his feet, Blaize spins behind Myke and tugs him down over his chest then rolls over and gets his chin lock back in place. Hanson is pulled back by the ref, Windsor growls in anger and charges up and into Ben the two start trading off shots like mad men. Adams is reaching and digging for the ropes to get from the clutches of Blaize... Aaron jeers the crowd more with two nasty elbows into the crown of Myke's scalp... The Viper then hits his feet and throws his arms out.

Trinks: Listen to em boo, they hate the Viper!

Mayhem: He's going at Adams with a fever, look at Kerry and Ben throwing punches...

Blaize breaks up their fist fight however as he charges in and kneelifts Hanson in the side of his head. Ben goes down as Windsor is quick to lock up with Blaize, they battle for an upper hand... Kerry brings Aaron down to one knee, but Blaize fights back up and flat out kicks Kerry in the stomach. PILEDRIVER!!! Windsor bounces and cradles his head... Blaize swings to his feet, WHACK! The crowd explodes as Myke Adams flies onto the scene with a diving double footed falling dropkick right into Aaron's face! Blaize goes down and Myke kip ups to both feet.

Trinks: This is going to be a wreck...

Mayhem: Here comes Hanson! He's aiming for the champ!

Ben is back up as he clubs Myke in the back, the two of them turn to face. Shot for shot they now trade before Ben blocks one and looks to kick Myke in stomach. Adams catches his foot however and spins around backward sweeping Hanson onto his back... But just as Myke rises, Windsor is up. Kerry elbows Myke in the side and drills him with two solid right hooks... Irish whip big time... Adams losing control as he is send at the buckles and flips upside down and back first into them hard! He hits with such force it slams him up and over the post... the Champion tumbling all the way down over the arena floor with a sick thud. Windsor grins and nods then stomps at Blaize, Aaron working his way up with a grimace and angst in his eyes. He catches one of Kerry's stomps and shoves him, they get chest to chest and bicker a bit. Hanson using this time to leap to the apron and springboard off the ropes and into the air!

Trinks: OH HE'S FLYING!!!

Mayhem: Nice double flying springboard clothesline from Ben! He took down the Viper and the Cornerstone quite hard!

Hanson waste no time now, stomp to Blaize, then Windsor. He pulls at Kerry first and drags him up, SNAP suplex! Windsor howls and arches his back... But Ben leaps to the nearest buckles and looks primed to fly again... Blaize however works his way to his feet and Ben adjust his thought process... he leaps at Blaize. But Aaron dives aside and catches BEN'S HEAD IN A TRAILBLAIZER FALLING CUTTER!!!

Trinks: WHAT?! Trailblaizer from nowhere...

Mayhem: Here's a pin from the Viper, but wait Myke's back on the apron and hitting the top rope.

ONE!
TWO!!

SWANTON FROM ADAMS, right over the pin as the crowd goes insane. Myke snapping to a seat with a grimace of pain but rushing back up and dragging Blaize from Ben Hanson. Ben clutching his face and kicking his feet. Blaize holding his back and laying face down in the mat... Adams is snapped around by Windsor, whose back in the fray. Shots fired back and fourth for a moment, but Kerry ducks one from Myke and lands a fluid swinging neckbreaker. The Cornerstone hooks the leg of the champ...

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Trinks: Maaan almost!

Mayhem: That was only a two.

Kerry sneers and keeps on pace, pulling at Myke and smearing the paint on his face. He kicks the champ in the ribs and shoves at him until they are in the far buckles. The crowd gets loud as Myke snaps to life and kicks at Kerry. He twist and reverses, shoving Windsor in the buckles... stomp after stomp like a flurry of kicks. Myke has Kerry seated before he grabs up the corner and leaps into a handstand... corner dropkick connects and the crowd eats it up. Adams rolls backward to his feet but is bulldogged right down by a risen Blaizer! Aaron snaps Adams over and goes off on him with blistering punches, Blaize leaps to his feet and stomps with a fever. Adams howls and cries out in agony as Blaize grabs the nearest ropes for leverage and presses afoot into the windpipe. Aaron seethes and he smirks with a sneer as the crowd jeer and start a chant for Myke's escape.

Trinks: That looks like an illegal choke to me, he's using the ropes for leverage!

Mayhem: Here comes Hanson, he's back up and fuming!!!

Hanson cracks into the back of Blaize with both hands in a double axe handle. He spins around the Viper whose staggering away and drops him to his face with a sit out face buster! Blaize flips to his back and flops a bit in pain, but Ben sees Kerry gaining his feet in the corner. Hanson charges and leaps and looks for a body avalanche... but the crowd goes off the rocker as Windsor catches him mid air and snaps him right over with a ruthless over head belly to belly right into the buckles! Hanson crashing over his shoulders in the corner and slumping in agony. Windsor scans the ring and shakes his head, touching at his chest where Adams had dropkicked him he goes right for the colorful hair of Myke and pulls him to staggered feet. WHACK! A knife edge connects as the crowd booms with a long WOOOOO! Whack! Whack! Whack! Three more quick knife edge connect from Kerry to Myke, then thump a vicious brainbuster follows. Adams clutches his head and kicks his feet about... Windsor gets to one knee and shakes his head. He stands he turns...

Trinks: LOOK OUT KERRY!

Mayhem: Trailblai.... NO! HE ESCAPED!

Blaize was there and looks for another TB, only Windsor shoves him into the ropes. Blaize rebounds chest first into them and ring into a roll up from Kerry.

ONE!
TWO!!
TH... NO! HANSON MAKES THE SAVE!

Ben Hanson dives on the roll up to break the count, he stomps at Windsor as Kerry tries to get up quick. The two lock up however and things get personal! We hear them sharing harsh words and they shove one another back. Ben slaps Windsor as Kerry staggers away... Behind them Adams has gotten his marbles a bit and he snaps Hanson down nasty and quick with his double knee lungblower... THE JOKES OVER!

Trinks: NO! Kerry get in there!

Mayhem: This is crazy!

Myke kip ups to some screams from the crowd, but soon as he hits his feet he's mowed down. Windsor hits him with a leaping side kick to the face. Adams flops and rolls under the ropes to the floor. Windsor now drops and screams at Hanson before pelting a flurry of right hands over him. Blaize however has found his feet, and rattled with anger he kicks the back of Kerry's knee. He drills a chest kick, then a soccer styled side kick to Windsor's side. Thai kicks, backhands, and even elbows connect from Blaize to Windsor... the crowd not happy as Blaize grabs up the Cornerstone and tugs him into a short armed lariat about taking his head off. Blaize gets to one knee and scans the ring... looking for Hanson and Adams. Myke is outside staggering up to his feet... But Hanson is now perched on the top rope ready to soar. Blaize stands and spins around just as Ben leaps up and over his head... tower of London connects! The flipping neckbreaker brings a roar to the crowd.

Trinks: Wow, great move by Hanson!

Mayhem: Very cool! He could have it...

Hanson rolls to his feet and pumps a fist, then screams at Windsor to stand. But before Kerry can get up Adams springboards back in... DROPKICK TO HANSON! Myke rolls to his side and rushes up, a second wind of hope now as he hits the ropes and rebounds out... Handstand into a moonsault over Blaize! Hook of the leg!

ONE!
TWO... NOPE....

Windsor drags Myke by his ankle off of the pin, the two get chest to chest and heated words are thrown out. They get some shoves in and go to lock it up but Ben is right back in the mix. The three men trade shots, and stagger about the ring. The crowd all standing and screaming their favorite's names. Blaize drags at the ropes and he works for his feet... Windsor and Hanson almost reluctantly end up both hitting a punch into Adams at the same time. Myke goes down and they are instantly at one another's throats once again... Windsor hits kneelift and gut wrenches Ben for what appears to be a powerbomb, but Ben gets the crowd riled and loud as he reverses mid move with a Hurricanrana!

Trinks: NO!

Mayhem: These four men are so equally matched, this is chaos in the bets possible sense!

Windsor goes down near Adams... Myke digging at his elbows to try and get himself up. Hanson gets up and turns... kick to the gut, TRAILBLAIZER AGAIN!!! Blaize nails it with force, snapping to a seat with a sneer... he sees Adams pulling up on the ropes. Blaize goes in after Myke WHACK Egoshredder superkick connects!!! Blaize goes straight over his back!

Trinks: Superkick!!!

Mayhem: Myke's headed up top!

Adams tears off his tank top and throws it to the crowd as they scream in delight, he leaps to the top buckle and slowly rises... SWANTON BOMB over Blaize! Myke bounces up with a ton of velocity and grimaces but gets up quite quickly... As he does however the crowd erupts in hysteria... BACK TO SQUARE ONE hits Myke from the side as he and Windsor collide!

Trinks: YES! Yes, yes, yes!

Mayhem: Wait, Ben Hanson is digging himself up from that Trailblaizer... Windsor better turn... KICK TO THE GUT...

The crowd bounce and scream as Hanson was waiting, kick to gut proceeds and a stalling suplex. Windsor hangs over Hanson for just a moment before Ben drops him over the ropes and slingshots him out with a powerslam of sorts... THE METAL HEART SUPLEX!!!

Trinks: NO! No, no, no!

Mayhem: HANSON HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!
TWO!!

Blaize is dragging his way to try and break the count, Adams pulling himself to a shaken seat only in time to see...

THREE!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: Your WINNER... And NEW Revival Heavyweight champion of the World.... BEEEEEEEEEN HANNNNNNNSON!!!

Trinks: I'm gonna be sick...

Mayhem: He's done it folks, Ben Hanson has realized his dream! He's the champion...

Adams grimaces, and holds his neck. But smirks a bit under his smeared mess of paint, Blaize punches at the mat and clutches his hair. Hanson clutching his own hair in shock and amazement. The referee bringing the title into the ring, Windsor laying over his back as his feet kick about.

Trinks: Wait Myke's not done!

Adams grabs the title from the ref, and forces him aside. He staggers best he can upright and glares on at Hanson. Ben mouths, "Mine." Adams smug as ever nods and winks, he simply mouths. "Damn straight." And shoves the title into Ben's clutches before raising his arm up high as the crowd explode for their new and former champions! Adams slaps a hand over the title and we see his lips easily read, "Do it proud, it needs it." Before he stampers to the ropes and drops out of the ring. Hanson glares for a moment at Myke as confetti falls from the rafters... then he sees Blaize sitting up and Windsor stirring. It sets in this is real, Ben screams... "I DID IT!" And suddenly hoist the title high over his head...

Mayhem: Ben Hanson is your new champion Revival! He's done what nobody could have imagined... he's beaten the Cornerstone, the Superman, and the Viper ALL AT ONCE!

Trinks: Ah shit, gotta give it to him. He pulled through a mess tonight!

Hanson has tears in his eyes as he climbs a turnbuckle and holds his title high again... the crowd chanting METAL HEART just for him. Blaize has slunk out of the ring. Sitting beside the apron and cursing under his breath... Windsor sits up and clutches his head, shock over his brow as he shakes it in dismay.

Mayhem: Kerry can't believe it!

Trinks: This is crazy, just crazy! What a finish to our biggest event yet! I still can't believe how that just went down!

Mayhem: I'm sure we'll have plenty of aftermath to deal with this coming week at Violence, for now folks we are out of time here at Glory!!! Join us this week only on HBO! Hope you enjoyed, this was a night to remember!!!

The camera goes in tight, a still stunned Ben Hanson as he hugs the World title and exits the ring. Slapping hands with fans and such as they touch at him and his title... We fade to black.