VIOLENCE XV September 6th 2012

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

The words “Earlier today” appear in the upper left hand corner of our screen as the scene opens up to outside of the arena. A group of security guards are seen trying to calm down an outraged Kerry Windsor who they refuse to allow into the building.

Security Guard #1: Sir, I’m sorry but Mr. Valiant gave us our orders. We are not to allow you in the building tonight sir.

Kerry Windsor: Do you not know who the hell I am? HUH?

Kerry paces back and forth in an outrage. The main guard approaches him with his arms up as if trying to calm him down.

Security Guard#1 Mr. Windsor, we’re simply following orders here. We can’t allow you past this point sir.

Kerry Windsor: I advise you and your little goof troop to get the hell out of my face if you know what’s good for you.

Kerry steps up to the mans face, glaring him down. One of the security officers in the back mouths something into his walkie-talkie, something about a hostile situation in the parking lot.

Security Guard #1: Mr. Windsor, can you please leave the premises, before we’re forced to remove you ourselves.

The threat seems half hearted and unconvincing. The guard seems to be a bit intimidated by the man in front of him. His threat only riles Kerry up more.

Kerry Windsor: I’d just love to see you try asshole.

Kerry rips his shirt from his body and takes a step back, beckoning the guard to try him. Just at that moment, Rian Valiant pushes through the crowd, looking on in amazement.

Rian Valiant: Kerry! Kerry!

Windsor's head jerks to the side, glaring from the security guard to the person shouting his name. His eyes narrow when he sees who it is. Kerry Windsor takes a few steps forward, causing security to shift in preparation for what may happen. Valiant forces a hand up, easing them down.

Rian Valiant: It’s ok guys, I’ve got it from here.

The lead security officer looks at Valiant uncertainly. Valiant waves him off and then turns his gaze towards Kerry.

Rian Valiant: What's the problem man?

Windsor just smirks to himself.

Kerry Windsor: You've got to be kidding me, right? You think everything is going to be all hunky dory after you've banned me from the arena tonight? The hell man?

"The Cornerstone" snarls, getting closer into the Commissioner's face.

Rian Valiant: I didn't ban you, Kerry. As I tried explaining to you earlier this week. This is a call straight from the Board of Directors. After your actions last week, they're trying to keep as much distance between you and the World Champion as possible...

Windsor quickly interjects himself.

Kerry Windsor: That's a bullshit call and you know it, Rian. What are they doing, trying to protect their golden boy? Is that it? OR are they just trying to fuck with me?

His face sours quickly, and Rian shakes his head.

Rian Valiant: If you can promise me that any more violence will not occur were you to come inside, I can call off this temporary ban... but you have to promise me, Kerry, that you won't--

Kerry shakes his head in disgust.

Kerry Windsor: Do you know how stupid you sound? Asking me to promise you no violence on a show named Violence?

Rian Valiant: Listen Kerry, if you want to set foot in the arena tonight, just promise me, you won’t do anything stupid, ok?

Kerry studies Valiant for a moment, before letting out a sigh. He casually glares off into the distance, not even bothering to look at Valiant anymore.

Kerry Windsor: When did you become such a puppet, huh Valiant?

Valiant seems taken aback by Kerry’s question.

Rian Valiant: E-excuse me?

Kerry looks deep into Valiant’s eyes.

Kerry Windsor: You know I hate puppets right?

Valiant smiles uneasily, pushing his hands up in a defensive manner, trying to ease any potential threat that may occur... but that doesn’t work, and Windsor drops him quickly with a right hand. The former-former World Champion pounces quickly and starts pummeling the Commissioner, laying lefts and rights into Valiant’s face! The security team quickly rushes in and attempts to pull Mr. Revival off from the Commish! A few of them manage to separate the two, blood running down the nose and lip of a downed Valiant. Kerry quickly fights out of the three men’s grasp, and lays a few kicks into Valiant’s ribs and even manages to drop a knee to the back of his head! A larger group of security latch themselves onto Kerry Windsor, pulling the Cornerstone off from the Commissioner. Windsor is being dragged away, his face full of rage and his eyes wild.

Kerry Windsor: You can’t save him! No one can!!

The security guards rush him off and out of the parking area in the back as a team of EMT’s rush in and start checking on the Commissioner’s status. Valiant isn’t moving, and his eyes are closed. The scene slowly fades out and to the solemn faces of Maggie Mayhem and Richie Trinks.

Maggie Mayhem: Thank you for joining us, ladies and gentlemen. What you’ve just witnessed is what transpired earlier today. Kerry Windsor, who had been banned by the Board of Directors viciously attacking Commissioner Valiant. Richie, you’re the biggest Kerry Windsor mark we have. What do you make of that?

Richie Trinks: I love me some Kerry Windsor, Mags. I would have his babies if I was biologically able to, and even I can’t tell you what he’s thinking. Ever since he lost the World Title to Myke Adams on Violence X, he just hasn’t been the same. Conspiracies, violence, assaults and potshots... that’s not the Kerry Windsor I fell in love with.

Mayhem: Before we came on the air, I got word that Commissioner Valiant suffered quite the beating at the hands of our inaugural World Champion; a few bruised ribs and a busted lip. There’s also speculation that he suffered a broken nose, but that hasn’t been confirmed yet. We can confirm that Commissioner Valiant will not be here tonight.

Trinks: What does that mean for us? Who’s running this ship?

Mayhem: I’ve been told that since Valiant is on a brief medical leave, and Board of Directors member Bob Pooler is previously engaged, that leaves only one person here in any real authoritarian role...

Trinks: You don’t mean Creepzilla, do you?

Mayhem: I’m afraid so, Richie. Samuel Hessingstock is running things tonight, folks!

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

Trinks: It looks like our World champion is going to grace us with his presence early on tonight.

Mayhem: Rumor is he's here to address the issue about why Kerry Windsor attacked him and The British Bomber after their match last week.

The crowd cheer as 'Black Sabotage' begins to play throughout the arena and the REVIVAL World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Metal Heart' Ben Hanson appears at the top of the aisle. Dressed rather casually in a pair of jeans and one his Metal Heart tees (available at the merchandise booths), he walks slowly down the aisle, slapping hands with all the willing fans. He climbs up the ring steps and enters through the middle ropes; Ben poses on the turnbuckle, holding the title belt high above his head with one hand as the arena is engulfed with camera flashes. After a few seconds up there Ben climbs down and is handed a microphone by one of the ring staff.

Ben Hanson: Thank you all, you're too kind.

His voice is still a little raspy after the chair shot to the throat last week.

Ben Hanson: Last week I had people coming up to me in the streets, at restaurants, at the gym; all of them congratulating me on becoming the Revival World Champion. And you know what, it was a nice feeling being recognised for my achievement. It was a great feeling being congratulated for achieving my dream, sweeter still because it was fans like you who were coming up to me...

Hanson gets a cheap pop from the fans after that remark; he smiles and waits for the furore to die down before continuing.

Ben Hanson: This week, however, was not so pleasant. People have been asking me all week 'do I know why Kerry Windsor attacked me?' They wondered why 'Mister Revival', the man who fought tooth and nail against the tyranny of Anti-Establishment would suddenly flip and attack me from from behind. Why would he assault me with a chair. Why would he do so after The British Bomber--

The speech is interrupted by the cheering of fans at the mention of the Legacy champion's name.

Mayhem: The fans here in Chicago do love The British Bomber, Richie.

Trinks: There's no accounting for taste.

Ben Hanson:--why would he do so after The British Bomber and I put on one hella hard fought match. I laid awake at night thinking about this. Racking my brain, thinking about why Kerry Windsor would sink so low. Why Kerry Windsor would commit an act so heinous. And then it clicked. It came to me in a flash. JEALOUSY! Kerry Windsor has been consumed by the green eyed monster. Envy has overtaken his very being, seeping into his core. You see, at 'Glory' I took what he thought should be his ... I BESTED him! I OUTDID him! I did what he never dreamt possible and that must've burnt him deep inside...

It begins to dawn on the fans that possibly, maybe Windsor attacked Ben and The British Bomber because he was the man pinned at 'Glory'. There's a collective gasp before Ben continues.

Ben Hanson: He saw his time in the sun was drawing to a close. His countdown to relevancy was ticking. He started so bright, but after losing the title belt to Myke Adams--

Another pop from the crowd!

Ben Hanson:--and the delusional Kerry Windsor starts ranting about conspiracies. About some plot against him ... then I pin him at 'Glory' to win this belt for myself. I became the third ever Revival World Heavyweight Champion that night at his expense. And instead of becoming a two-time World champion, Kerry Windsor became the man who lost the belt ... And that's the straw that broke the camel's back! It tipped the already fragile mind of his over the edge. So far so that last week he felt the need to attack me with a chair...

Hanson shakes his head, rubbing his injured throat with one hand for the sympathy.

Ben Hanson: For shame on you, Kerry. I'll admit, i was fooled by him in the past. I had mistaken him for a man of honor. For a man if integrity, someone worthy of respect. I stood by his side and tried to defeat Anti-Establishment. And to think, Kerry, all that time we spent battling them. All the time you spent denouncing their tactics and you turn around at the first opportunity and DO THE SAME DAMN THING!

By now the fans are truly on Ben's side, booing at the very mention of Windsor's name.

Ben Hanson: And it got you banned from the arena. I hope it was worth it, Kerry. I hope your sneak attack last week satisfied your lust for revenge. I hope it quenched your inner green demon. Because, mark my words, it's never going to happen again! Your countdown to relevancy has now expired. Your services are no longer required, Kerry, not if you're going to carry yourself in such a manner. This promotion--these fans--they deserve better than a raving madman, they deserve better than you running around as half the man you used to be. As a shell of your former self. So here's the deal, Kerry. You want to hurt me. You want to break me. Come at me! Give me everything you've got because when you do I'll be ready. I'll be waiting to do the world a favor: something that needs to be done ... I'm going to rid the wrestling world of Kerry Windsor.

Hanson hands the microphone back down to the ring crew as 'Black Sabotage' starts up again. The fans cheering him on as he makes his way back up the aisle, smiling as he goes.


The camera is focused on something dark at first, but slowly pans back to reveal the black material of the entrance attire of one Black Mantis, Dark Scion of Justice. As the camera pans back, Mantis is shown inside his locker room, in a crouched position of concentration.

Though he is completely covered in his gear, making his expression impossible to truly read, Mantis exudes an air of peacefulness and calm.

A knock at his dressing room door rouses him from his quiet reflection.

Black Mantis: Enter.

The door opens slowly, and in walks K.C., Mantis's Managerial assistant.

Black Mantis: What the hell are you doing, Kay? You look...like your normal self. Why are you risking being seen in public like that?

K.C.: What, did you think that meeting with our friends in Buffalowas just going to take care of itself? One of us had to be there, and it obviously couldn't be you.

Black Mantis: Ah, of course. you're right, indeed. Thank you for handling that. What did they say?

K.C.: The old man thinks you're out of your mind.

A grunt is heard from beneath the mask adorning Mantis's head.

Black Mantis: And the Dragon?

K.C.: Pretty much the same thing, with more cussing.

Another grunt.

Black Mantis: I wish I could say I was surprised. Still, the plan must progress forward.

the words sound filled with conviction as he speaks. A question crosses Kay's face, though.

K.C.: Are you sure? The attitude conveyed to me during that meeting indicated that you likely can't count on any support from them in the future.

Black Mantis: Kay, if I do what I'm supposed to do, support will not be an issue. All will be well.

The young lady considers his words for a moment, a troubled look on her face.

K.C.: Are....you sure? You, uhm, haven't really been yourself lately. And now you say you're not going to compete in your match tonight?

Black Mantis: Trey Jordan doesn't deserve to be in the ring with an actual wrestler. I'm surprised Wolfcastle doesn't have more of a sense of pride in his craft than to lower himself like that. But then, he's a buffoon with a vocabulary, and not much else. So no, I will NOT compete in that match. I do, however, think that an element of justice is needed at ringside during that match.

K.C.: But...isn't Kyle Cross going to be sitting in the stands?

Black Mantis: Likely? Your point?

K.C.: He's pretty big on the justice, too, isn't he?

Black Mantis: Oh, well, I suppose. However, I think Mr. Cross has his own concerns. I'll take it upon myself to ensure justice prevails in the match I was slated to compete in. No one out-Justice's the Black Mantis. No one. You get back out to the bus and make sure no one recognizes you, please? I'm going to ringside.

Mayhem: And his match is up next! Stan!

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is a triple threat for number one contendership to the PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Hitting the ring first, from parts unknown... THHHEEE BLAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAANNNNNNTISSSSSSS!!!

The lights dim to near darkness, "Gone Guru" kicks up on the PA, and a quick, but thick puff of smoke rises from beneath the grated entrance area. Once it dissipates, a figure clad in black from head to toe is revealed, the intimidating visage of The Black Mantis himself! Mantis stalks down to the ring at a languid pace, walks up the steps and ducks through the ropes. He moves to his corner, faces it, drops to a knee and bows his head for an extended moment....then Mantis steps to the second turnbuckle using it for a springboard, shooting himself into the air and performing a backflip as he removes martial arts-style entrance robe in mid-air! Mantis lands on his feet as the crowd cheers loudly, and elicits more cheers as he performs various kicks and punches, and finishes by striking a "ready" pose, awaiting the beginning of his match.

Stan Hopeforth: And coming down next, hailing from England... THE MONSTER... GAAAAAAAARRETT WOLLLLLLFCAAAAASTLE!!!

"And If You Gaze For Long Into An Abyss, The Abyss Gazes Into You!"
- Friedrich Nietzsche

As the Nietzsche quote appears on the screen, the arena's lights cut and "Monster" by Skillet begins to play on over the pa system. The crowd look around, wondering what the hell is going on as a single spotlight shines down onto the top of the stage, where a lone man now rests on one knee with his head bowed towards the floor. As the music kicks in properly, the figure quickly stands up and glares out into the crowds and sparks begin to rain down from above the stage. The figure, looking particularly spooky in the half light of the solitary spotlight, begins to slowly walk down the ramp. The crowd boo instinctively as the mysterious Wolfcastle reaches the bottom of the ramp, where he walks around to the opposite side of the ring before reaching up and grabbing hold of the ropes, using them to pull himself up onto the apron. Wolfcastle steps over the top rope, pacing around the ring before stepping into the centre, slowly raising his arms into the air before quickly whipping them down, causing pyro's to explode on each turnbuckle before the house lights raise again. Wolfcastle steps over to the corner, removing his coat and dropping it under the bottom turnbuckle before turning to face the middle of the ring again, waiting for the start of the match.

Stan Hopeforth: And the final combatant in this triple threat... hailing from New York... THE REEEEEEAAALLL SHOW... TREY JORRRRRRRDAAAAANNNNN!!!

The music and lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off, already hyped for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "REAL." tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the excited crowd. Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he starts slapping fives and tagging hands, as many as he can as he hustles for the ring. Swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and tags a few more hands before hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of excited fans before tugging off his REAL. tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match.

DING! DING!

Trinks: Come on REAL one, school is in session for some softy bitches tonight!

Mayhem: Well, regardless of Trinks man crush here. This will be quite a tall order for even the REAL Show, Wolfcastle is a monster of a man. No pun, and Black Mantis looked great thus far in Revival.

Trinks: Bah! Show's Over for them two chumps!

In the ring the three men eye ball one another up, Trey J smirking as he raises a brow at the masked Mantis, then shakes his head at the masked Wolfcastle. Garrett gets things going however as he causes a stir of jeers from the crowd and suddenly big boots Trey J right across the face! Jordan staggers aside and Mantis uses the window to try and take down Wolfcastle. Black Mantis kicking at the back of Garrett's legs like he's in a frenzy, kick after kick. Wolfcastle buckles slightly but refuses to go down. Jordan however gets the crowd into it with cheers as he charges back in a shoulder blocks Garrett behind his right knee! This brings the monster down to one knee before Mantis looks to decapitate him with a nasty buzzsaw like leaping kick to the side of the face! THWHACK! The kick connects flush... But Wolfcastle only teeters a bit...

Mayhem: Jeez, what a kick! And The Monster didn't even go down!

Trinks: Come on Real Show, teach em a thing or three!

The Mantis winds up to land another big kick... the crowd jars however as from nowhere Trey J blast into the Black Mantis with his nasty football styled spear like take down... the GOAL LINE STAND! This folds Mantis in two as Trey gets up in a hurry and shines a broad smile. He turns however and Wolfcastle is right there... discuss punch connects and staggers Trey back. Jordan stumbles into the ropes and bounces out into a wicked HUGE spinning body slam!

Mayhem: DANG! What a slam!

Trinks: No, REAL one get up!

Trey arches his back and grimaces, Wolfcastle nodding his head as he slowly stands and turns his attention to the Black Mantis. Mantis staggering up clutching his mid section after the explosive spear from Trey. The crowd jeering loudly now as Wolfcastle eye rakes the Mantis then quickly hoist him up high with a stalling gorilla press!!! Moving in a small circle with Mantis over his head, Garrett shows off his impressive strength by dropping Mantis down and landing a gorilla press right into a snapping powerslam! Mantis calls out from under his mask in agony as he flops a bit and rolls aside. Wolfcastle stands and turns... WHAM! The crowd ignite as the REAL Show lands and running forearm shot with heavy force! It actually stuns Garrett who staggers back into the ropes and slowly rebounds out... the crowd leaping to their feet as Trey J shows off his own strength as he catches Wolfcastle over both shoulders and lands a ring quaking Samoan Drop!!!

Mayhem: The whole ring just shook!

Trinks: Feel the power of the Show baby!

Trey J gets up and shines his bright smile, the crowd now behind him as he grabs at Wolfcastle's mask and forces him to one knee. Trey lands a forearm across Garrett's face, and another, and another. Then rebounds quickly out of the ropes looking for his spear onto the Monster as Wolfcastle stands... the crowd in a sea of dismay and awe however as Garrett somehow blocks the REAL Show's spear and turns it directly into an explosive jacknife powerbomb!!!

Mayhem: Another impressive show of strength! This time from Wolfcastle... wow what a powerbomb!

Trinks: This is crazy, wait the Mantis is on the top rope now waiting for Garrett to turn around! Fly lil man, fly!!!

Black Mantis leaps off looking to cross body Wolfcastle down, the crowd still in a riot of dismay as Garrett catches Mantis across his chest and snarls as he lands an explosive fall away slam!!! Garrett then turns and covers Mantis...

ONE!
TWO!!
NOPE!

Mayhem: Trey J just barely broke that up!

Trinks: Get at em REAL one!

Trey J is back in the match, Garrett slowly rising to face Jordan. The two of them stare one another down as the crowd roars in support of Trey. Then they start, shot for shot the two of them trade punches...

Mayhem: This is like the fist fight of the century.

Trinks: Those are two massive mammals to be trading punches, I feel like I'm watching the apes on Nation Geographic!

Trey J keeps the noise on max as he dodges a shot from Wolfcastle and kicks at the big man's gut... Jordan works quickly and looks for his Showstoppa modified flowing DDT! The crowd booing however as Garrett snaps his head loose last minutes and Trey slams empty handed over the mat. Wolfcastle shakes his head and turns as he can sense Mantis digging his way back up on the ropes... the crowd whistling now as Jordan kip ups to his feet behind Wolfcastle.

Mayhem: All three men are up now, this could get... WHAT THE HELL?!

Trinks: Was that a double team?!

Wolfcastle brings the crowd to their feet now as he once again hoist Mantis high with a gorilla press, Trey J instead of attacking watches on and waits... the crowd leap and scream as Wolfcastle TOSSES Mantis through the air from the gorilla press to Jordan... Trey J catching Black Mantis and using the momentum to land a wicked modified version of his SHOWS OVER fireman's DDT!!!

Mayhem: The Shows Over from Jordan... wait here comes Garrett!!!

Trinks: TREY J!!! DUCK!!!

Just as Trey J gets to his feet, he turns and gets snatched up and drilled over the mat with Wolfcastle's version of the Black Hole Slam.

Mayhem: LIFE SENTENCE TO TREY J! Now Wolfcastle is making the pin on Black Mantis...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And the new number one contender for the Primetime title.... GARRETT WOLFCASTLE!!!

Trinks: NOOOO!!! Trey J, how could you?!

Mayhem: Well he should have been a little more cautious... I would have never trusted a man like the Monster.

Jordan sits up clutching his side, Wolfcastle slowly stands and gets his arm raised. He points at Jordan then extends his hand...

Trinks: Whoa now, don't take his hand Trey J!

Mayhem: He did. What in the World?!

Wolfcastle helps Jordan to his feet, grimacing a bit the REAL Show eyeballs the Monster before him. We can see Trey J and Garrett exchange some words before the Monster demands his armed raised once more... Trey J shakes his head and drops under the ropes, rolling from the ring. As Jordan slowly heads backstage... The Monster stands with his fist high in the ring.

Trinks: I don't get it, why did he help Trey J up?! What was the point?!

Mayhem: Maybe Wolfcastle respected the REAL Show's effort, that was an explosive match.

Trinks: I dunno... something doesn't feel right... The REAL one wouldn't let his guard down like that...

Mayhem: Whatever you say Richie, bottom line people. Garrett Wolfcastle has won himself a chance at the Primetime championship!!!

Wolfcastle continues to hold a defiant fist high as now Black Mantis can be seen rolling from the ring and trying to gather his marbles a bit.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

****HBO’s Revival Returns to air with a 5 minute Package Footage Hype of Last Week’s Events****

"In Of Heartache" by Killswithc Engage begins to play and the fans react with a few cheers but mostly jeers as Sullivan Aimes and Lacey lead the way of Politically Incorrect to the ring. Theodore Drake, Trey Jordan and Cordelia Stevenson are not far behind, all of them dressed in something with a picture of Mario Savio on it. Cordelia and Lacey are wearing white shirts that have obviously been cut and tailored into dresses, it's quite hot, Drake is wearing a dress shirt with a pinstripe vest that has an image of Mario Savio printed on the back. Trey J is wearing a cutoff shirt with camo pants and Sullivan is wearing tattered jeans and a white Politically Incorrect t-shirt.

Trinks: WHAT THE FUCK?! Another member?! They are like cock roaches.

Mayhem: Each and everyone of these guys have gone to the opposite side of the spectrum.

Sullivan Aimes argues with a fan holding a British Bomber sign in his face as other members of P.I. are already in the ring. Aimes enters the ring last and removes a microphone from his back pocket.

Sullivan Aimes: We weren't planning on coming out here and addressing you people but there are a few things I need to get off my chest. The board of directors thought it was good for business when the Anti-Establishment attacked Rian Valiant but they ban Kerry Windsor for attacking Ben Hanson?

The fans erupt with a mixed reaction to acknowledge of these actions.

Sullivan Aimes: What kind of shit is that? The board of directors is almost as bad as Roger Godell when it comes to decision making. What makes Ben Hanson more important than Rian Valiant? I bet you'll say you're protecting your investment or trying to prove that those kind of actions won’t be tolerated, but I'm going to be the first to call bullshit. The board of directors is a complete joke and for some reason they don't like Kerry Windsor. Now, I know tonight was supposed to be all about Bomber getting revenge for my attack on Fagan last week, but tonight is now the official, Kerry Windsor Appreciation Night!

The fans begin to boo Politically Incorrect as they all stand in the center of the ring giving a round of applause. They stop and Sullivan brings the microphone to his lips yet again.

Sullivan Aimes: In honor of Kerry Windsor on Kerry Windsor Appreciation Night we will pay tribute to a man who has been exiled for no good reason. Kerry Windsor backs what he believes and has done nothing but been made an example of, and for that reason Politically Incorrect has nothing but respect for him. Kerry Windsor was the first ever Revival champion which means he single handedly put Revival on his back and brought it to the spectacle that it is today. So when I say Revival was built on bigger and better principles than what it is currently showing, then you know I am not lying.

Trinks: Can you check outside to see if the apocalypse has happened?

Mayhem: That bored already huh?

Trinks: No. Sullivan just made a valid statement. I need to make sure this shit is real. If it's not call a priest I may need an exorcism.

Sullivan paces around the ring as the fans yell various obscenities. As expected Trey Jordan and Thoeodre Drake yell a few back.

Sullivan Aimes: Kerry Windsor has brought numerous moments of proven excellence to Revival and we are going to take a look at these moments on the Rev-Tron. The board of directors aids who they want and they think not showing Windsor on televised programming is good for business. That's retarded. Without Kerry Revival Wrestling would have no ratings to begin with. They don't want to show Windsor in Revival but Politically Incorrect feels Kerry Windsor is officially a martyr in Revival so we, like the board of directors will shove exactly what you don't want down your throats and force you to eat it! Roll the footage!

Cameras cut to the Rev-Tron where we see a recap of Kerry Windsor's career in Revival. It begins with Kerry beating Lucas Young on the debut Revival show back in May. It cuts back to the ring where members of Politically Incorrect are still occupying the ring.

Trinks: Team Kerry! WOO-HOO! I've liked Sullivan Aimes for a whole six minutes Mags! This is awesome!

Sullivan Aimes: This is only Kerry Windsor in the beginning. Everyone loved him, they respected him, they trusted him. He was doing things by the book for Valiant and what did he get in return? I'll show you what Kerry Windsor got for his loyalties to Rian Valiant.

Back on the rev-tron we can see the final moments of Kerry Windsor versus Myke Adams at Violence X. Kerry rolls Myke up as the crowd jumps and counts along with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!!

Adams somehow manages to turn the roll up on Windsor just as the referee makes the final count. The crowd instantly going into a riot of dismay!!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And the winner of tonight's MAIN EVENT! Revival's NEW World Heavyweight champion... MYYYYYYYKE AAAADAAAAAAAMS!!!

We cut back to ringside.

Sullivan Aimes: That's what Kerry Windsor got for being loyal. That was his big pay-off! And then on top of that, they didn't even give him a fair rematch? Now had that happened to Ben Hanson would Valiant have done anything? You bet your ass he would have. He would've restarted the match right then and there if it were for Ben Hanson. Revival forces us all to asks ourselves, is this still wrestling? Do we wrestle and earn our keep or do we just show up in a suit and a tie with our chapstick ready to kiss as much ass as possible?

The fans begin to erupt with THIS IS BORING chants.

FANS; THIS IS BORING!... THIS IS BORING! ...THIS IS BORING! ...THIS IS BORING! THIS IS BORING! THIS IS BORING!

Sullivan ignores the crowd and continues to speak.

Sullivan Aimes: Kerry Windsor is one of the greatest....

Sullivan removes the mic from his lips as Back in Black by AC/DC begins to play. The fans erupt with cheers at the sight of the British Bomber arriving atop of the stage..

The British Bomber: So here we are Aimes, all the trash talking over the last couple of weeks, and these people get to look forward to a little preview of what's to come. Before I get onto you, let me ask these guys something, do you really want to hear about how Kerry Windsor has been bitching about his situation?

The crowd erupt into a chorus of NOOOOOOOO with Bomber just smiling.

The British Bomber: Ok sounds like we have an answer Aimes. So forgetting about that whining little bitch Windsor, let's get onto what this is really about...
Bomber takes the Legacy Title from over his shoulder and holds it high in the air, the fans cheer as Aimes' eyes are fixed on the championship.

The British Bomber: This is what it's all about Aimes, it's not about Kerry Windsor, it's not about your little group. It's all about the Legacy Title, and it always has been. It doesn't matter that I am the champion, it could be me, Sydney LaRoux, Myke Adams, hell it could even be the janitor from the kids school. All you want is this title.

Bomber lowers the championship before placing it back over his shoulder.

The British Bomber: And the fact I am holding this and not you, it makes you sick to your stomach. Now we can go back and forth about how I don't deserve this, and how I never earnt my opportunity, but the fact is, I was given the chance, I defeated Sydney LaRoux, and I am the Legacy Champion!

The crowd pop massively again, Bomber takes a few steps down the ramp before fixing his eyes on Aimes.

The British Bomber: Tonight we lock up, no disqualification, no rules, one of us will win. And just like the next time we meet Aimes, I'm going to be stood over you, arms aloft, championship over my shoulder. And you? Apart from being flat on your back with pain shooting through every inch of your body, you will prove yet again that when it comes to your golden opportunity, that you will do nothing more than choke.

'Back In Black' plays out as Bomber stands holding his Legacy Title up in the air, leaving Sullivan Aimes visibly seething as we cut backstage.


Trinks: Damn, there's that buzzing in my ears again. I think I'm going deaf Magz!

Mayhem: You are not. It's an alert. Guess we are heading backstage again folks!

Trinks: Why do they buzz in like that, why not just cut to the footage. Geez, I felt like my hearing aid's battery was going dead!

Mayhem: You wear a hearing aid?!

Trinks: NO! God no, I was just sayin...

Mayhem: Riiiiiiiight. *chuckle* Okay.

Trinks: Just take it backstage! *grumble*

The Rev-O-Tron burns to life now as the crowd cheer rather loudly, we are taken backstage as we all get a glimpse of Revival's one and only... Suicidal Superman. Myke Adams has his hair wet, and dyed in hues of red, blue, and purple. His face a wild design of paint with colors such as orange, red, and black. He is checking his custom made arm covers as he rounds a corner and loosens up for his match tonight. His crystalline green eyes go wide however as he runs right into the back of someone...

Myke Adams: Damn, sorry Tre...

Person out of view: Yo, your pop tart paint by numbers lookin ass betta be sorry! Ya got that face paint caked in yo eye o' somethin Ronald McDonald?!

The crowd gives a mixed response, as we pan out to see the REAL Show Trey Jordan turn to face Adams. Jordan not looking all that pleased, his trademark smile is nowhere to be seen as he shoves Adams a bit. Myke attempting to stay balanced as he responds.

Myke Adams: Watch it Trey J, I mean damn man. I wasn't really expecting to turn the corner and BAM there you were. Didn't you just have a ma...

Trey Jordan: Yea, yea the Show did just have a match softy bitch! And he ain't too dayumn happy about the outcome. What's it to ya Stuperman?! You own these halls? You da man round here?

Myke Adams: Fuck no.

Myke responds sharply, not looking all that pleased with Jordan's hostility. Trey J rolls his shoulders, towering over the high flyer a good bit as he finally cracks his smile.

Trey Jordan: Chill yo shit McD, yo ass needs to get tha head on straight before ya get out there tonight. Thaddeus Grey is no joke, and the Show can tell by tha gleam in his eyes... He's ready to mess up a Superman.

Myke Adams: Is that so?

Jordan laughs, flat out and walks past Adams. Nudging their shoulders together with force, it jerks Myke back as Trey J heads on his way. Still wiping down with a towel after his match with Wolfcastle and Mantis.

Trey Jordan: Tha is fo'dayumn sho. Better get yo head outta Inky's ass and start thinking about eying tha prize again Micky D.

Myke Adams: I've got my eyes set right where they need to be. Thanks for the advice there "Real Show" but I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing out there...

Trey Jordan: Oh yah? Tha so playa? Then how come yo ass be about twelve pounds lighter around the waist?

Myke smirks as his face paint cannot even hide it... His eyes shapr as he glares back at Jordan.

Myke Adams: Maybe fo the same reason yo ass isn't gonna be heading toward a Primetime championship shot... Some of us drop the ball from time to time. But tonight Trey... Man you basically ate the ball... s.

Adams now shakes his head and heads back on his path, heading for ringside to face down Thaddeus Grey. Jordan slams down his towel and shouts out at Adams as he walks off.

Trey Jordan: YO! THE REAL ONE DOESN'T EAT BALLS!!!

Adams is out of sight by this point, Jordan now peeved as he storms around the corner as we are taken back to ringside. The crowd loud with cheers after Myke 'slapped' the REAL Show with a nice dinger.

Mayhem: Wow, just wow. Did Myke Adams just tell Trey J he ate balls tonight?!

Trinks: That was uncalled for! The REAL One was simply trying to get Adams refocused on something other than Sydney LaRoux's backside!

Mayhem: Well to me it appeared more like Trey was bitter after losing his chance at the Primetime title.

Trinks: NEVER! He was merely tryin to help a 'playa' get his game back!

Mayhem: Right. Anyhow folks, speaking of Myke. I think it's time for him to face down Thaddeus Grey. These two had quite a moment last week!

A replay now airs of Grey and Adams' run in last week, ending with Valiant signing them up to face one another down.

Trinks: Grey is gonna squash that wanna be Clark Kent! Adams just doesn't have that edge anymore, not since he's 'opened his heart'... Gag me much?

Mayhem: Yeah, like it's a bad thing for us to get the Myke Adams everybody knew, and loved. I for one am so glad he's not running around like Aaron Blaize's little henchman.

Trinks: Yeah, yeah. Let's hit the ring already!

Stan Hopeforth: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Heading to the ring first, hailing from Maryland... Let's give it up for THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN.... MYYYYYYYYYKE AAAAAADAAAAAAAMSSS!!!

The crowd screams towards the entrance way in cheers 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. 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. 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 fist high with authority and 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 the entrance way.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, hailing from California... MR. ONE NIGHT STAND... THHHHAAAAADDDDEUS GRRRRRRRRRREYYYYYYY!!!

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

DING! DING!

Mayhem: This should be a little personal, I mean after the way these two reacted to one another last week... I don't think either is looking to just win tonight.

Trinks: You're right, Grey is gonna be looking to show everyone just how much better he is than Adams!!! Ha, Ha!

The two men meet in the center of the ring, Grey gives a disgruntled glare out at the crowd as they stomp, clap, scream for Adams. Almost disgusted by their show of affection towards Myke... Thaddeus brings out the jeers as he slaps the painted up Superman right across the face! Adams grabs his painted face and staggers sideways but before the ref can even get involved the crowd is in riled to the max mode as Grey slaps on a side headlock. He wrenches it on the staggered Adams before pulling Myke upright and landing a brutal eye rake! Myke staggers back shaking his head only to get mowed down by a vicious lariat from Thaddeus!

Mayhem: Well now, that was a unnecessary slap there.

Trinks: Yeah right, look how aggressive and talented Thaddeus Grey is... He's working the spot machine over.

Thaddeus is too, he yanks Adams back to his feet as Myke howls out in pain, Grey twist himself around and under Myke's arm as he yanks a nasty wristlock in place. Thaddeus now grins out as the crowd is jeering with dismay... WHAM! Thaddeus tugs Myke in a lands a wicked short armed shoulder block. Keeping his grip on Myke's wrist, Thaddeus twist under it again and yanks the arm two times. Jarring the agony filled Superman before now tugging him in and landing a wild short armed over head Northern Lights styled release suplex! Adams arches his back in pain, Thaddeus quickly springs to his feet and rolls his neck. He shouts out to the crowd about them needing to show some respect... then WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! Three lightning quick heavy stomps crunch down over Adams! Myke flops in pain and rolls out of danger... But Thaddeus follows him to the near by ropes. Grey leaps and lands a knee drop into the small of Myke's back, he then latches one hand under Myke's chin and another at his feet... Rolling to his back Thaddeus has locked on an impressive modified bow and arrow styled submission hold!

Mayhem: That is quite an impressive hold there by Grey! He has Adams just where he needs him now!

Trinks: Maybe ole Mykie shoulda stayed at the beach... He's getting played like a fiddle in there!!!

Adams flails his arms, swinging them as he calls out in pain. Thaddeus only holds the move in for a few moments then slides out from under Myke and sits Adams up. Grey puts one arm up through and under one of Myke's... then in a blatant display of disrespect smears at Adams' painted face before snapping on a chicken wing like hold now. Adams' feet kick about as his free hand does all it can to try and break Grey's grip. Thaddeus smirks as his teeth grind and he wrenches the hold with all he's got. The crowd not seeming to faze him as they thunder the place with stomps, and chants to support Myke Adams.

Crowd: SUP-ER-MAN! SUP-ER-MAN! SUP-ER-MAN!

Mayhem: Wow this crowd has really gotten behind Myke, they are shaking the arena right now!

Trinks: Ha, maybe they forgot about how much he spit on them not even a month removed. Typical...

Adams' burst wide open, as if the chants are fueling him to dig deep. He plows two shots with his free hand at Thaddeus, but Grey doesn't let up on his chicken wing hold. Myke somehow moves himself around and gets to both knees, Grey now shaking his head side to side and screaming for the crowd to shut their mouths. This only seems to enhance their support for Adams, Myke now pushes his feet under him and forces both men to a stagger stance. The crowd booming with delight as Grey's grip is broken by a heavy back elbow from Myke... WHAM WHAM! And two more quick elbows connect... Grey nearly loses his grip but instead releases the hold and yanks Myke around sending him with force across the ring! Adams charges out of control at the far corner... going so fast his body is literally thrown upside down as he collides into the buckles upside down, back first! The crowd snaps with a loud AWWWW as the velocity of the impact actually spirals Myke back up and into a seat on the top buckle with his back facing the ring. Grey is right back on his relentless attack as the crowd jeers loudly once more... Thaddeus standing on the second ropes of the corner as he clubs multiple shots into the back of Myke Adams.

Mayhem: Myke almost got free, but I must say Thaddeus Grey is really taking it to the former World champion.

Trinks: Told ya Magz, he's beast!

Grey now foces Myke to stand on the top and hooks him up... the crowd jolts with distraught as now Grey plummets Myke all the way from the top to the ring with a nasty reversed superplex! Adams flops over and lies face down in the canvas almost motionless... a simple foot twitch here and there. Thaddeus Grey smiling ear to ear as he gets to one knee and dust his hands. He now stands and beckons the crowd... demanding their respect only to get boo'ed. Thaddeus sneers now and turns back at Adams... Myke fighting with all he's got to get on his hands and knees. Grey shrieks in anger now as he puts a silence over the crowd and rushes in snapping a brutal PUNT KICK right across the side of Myke's head!!!

Mayhem: OH! Wow, a PUNT from nowhere. I gotta say Myke may be down and out.

Trinks: And Superman didn't even get a shot in there! Ha ha, told ya Thaddeus was for reals!

The crowd is stunned, Thaddeus running a hand over his scalp as he stares down at the broken form of Adams. Grey now goes in for the kill and looks to attach his crossface submission onto the former World champion. The crowd getting loud again as Adams fights his arm away and moves around on his back... somehow in a ditch effort... Suicidal Supes MONKEY FLIPS THADDEUS UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Grey sails down hard over the arena floor over his back and arches up in complete shock and agony!

Mayhem: WOW! Adams just tossed him from the ring, Thaddeus has to be hurting. That was a good ten feet or so!

Trinks: How in the fu...

The crowd is in a frenzy now as Myke somehow has gained a second wind, and KIP UPS to his feet. Thaddeus staggering upright outside the ring now as Myke touches at the side of his head and shakes off the punt kick best he can. Myke sneers now under the smeared remains of his face paint and charges across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and heading towards the side of the ring where Grey is getting to a staggered stance outside. The crowd leap to their feet and scream in delight as Myke hits the top rope with a springboard and spirals upside down and around with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS INTO A DDT ON THADDEUS!!! Grey is driven into the unforgiving arena floor with a wild, high risk Shooting Star DDT!!!

Mayhem: SUICIDE STAR DDT!!! That was wild! What a move, this arena is quaking now!

Trinks: What a show off...

Now both men are down, Myke laid out and clutching his head, the punt kick having sunk in a bit more now. Grey kicks his feet and clutches his own head after the wild DDT from Myke. The crowd now back in this as they stomp like a crazed pack and chant for Myke Adams! Myke finally sits up and grabs at the ring apron to pull himself to his feet, he rolls under the ropes and back to the arena floor to break the ten count. Now Adams leans and pulls at Grey, Thaddeus shaken but still having plenty of fight in him. The crowd loud as the two men now starts trading off shots! Punch for punch until Grey makes them jeers as he catches a shot from Myke and Irish whips him around at the ring stairs! Grey chases in after Myke, the crowd exploding in a riot of cheers as Adams somehow leaps up and catches his feet on the steel steps... as Grey charges in he cannot stop himself as the Suicidal Superman spirals backward through the air at Mr. One Night Stand with a truly wild corkscrew flipping neckbreaker!

Mayhem: NICE! These people are loving that one! What a move from Myke Adams! Now we can see truly why he is the Suicidal Superman.

Trinks: God, what a showboater! COME ON THADDEUS!

Adams gets up quickly now, almost as if a second wind of adrenaline has him running on a full tank. He smiles wide, yet grimaces still reeling a bit, but tags a few outstretched hands near ringside as he forces Thaddeus off the floor and back under the ropes into the ring. Myke nods to the cheering crowd and quickly rolls back into the ring... backing away from Grey as he stomps a foot over the mat.

Mayhem: I think somebody is about to get their ego shredded!

Trinks: No! No, no, no!

Thaddeus is tugging at the ropes now to bring himself back up. The referee near by checking on him, Myke steadies himself then lunges in as Thaddeus gets to his feet... Myke snaps out his left foot for his trademark Superkick.... the EGOSHREDDER CONNECTS!!! But not on Thaddeus... as Grey has tugged the referee before him! The kick merely snicks the ref as Myke tries to change his route of his foot.

Mayhem: He pulled the ref between them!

The referee clutches the side of his head and staggers aside, Thaddeus and Myke lunge into a tie up but the crowd roars with a torn response as suddenly the referee calls for the bell. Myke and Thaddeus are broken up by the half stunned ref, the crowd now in a sea of booing as the referee quickly holds Thaddeus' arm high and names him the victor.

Trinks: AH HA HA! Adams got himself thrown outta here!

Mayhem: Wait, seriously?! That is not right... How does he DQ Myke when Thaddeus is the reason Myke even kicked the ref?!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And the winner by DQ... THAAAAAADDEUS GREY!

Grey is now boasting, throwing both hands high as he smiles ear to ear and thanks the ref before shoving him aside. Thaddeus shoves Myke now and we can see some words being exchanged, Thaddeus clearly telling Adams he's his superior. The crowd still booming in distraught as Thaddeus nods and holds out his arms as he does a small circle in the ring, taunting the fans.

Mayhem: He has nothing to showboat over... I just don't see how OH EGOSHREDDER!!!

As Grey turned to face toward Myke again the crowd booms in delight as Myke does land his Egoshredder after all. Adams superkicks Thaddeus Grey right in the kisser! Grey goes down hard as Myke now sneers and tears at his black tank top... he tosses it off his back and into the cheering fans... The referee now trying to stop Myke as Adams throws out his arms and ask the crowd if they're ready to fly!!!

Trinks: NO! HE CAN'T DO THIS!!!

Mayhem: He just did... Time for some flight... OH SWANTON BOMB!!!

The crowd is in a fit of cheering now as Myke sails from the top and crushes down over Grey with his famed Swanton! Myke snapping to a seat with a grin of his own now... ignoring the referee as he rolls under the ropes and nods in approval of the crowd's delight. Myke starts to back up the aisle, tagging every hand he can as he mouths off at the lips and watches Thaddeus clutch his chin, and ribs in the ring.

Trinks: What a dirty move from these people's so called hero!

Mayhem: Hey what goes around...

Trinks: Yeah, yeah. Whatever Magz.

Adams stops at the entrance way, Thaddeus now coming to a seat as he grimaces and clutches his side. His eyes narrow with anger and pain as he glares over the cheering crowd then towards the entrance way at Adams. Myke smiling wide as he flashes his famous 'guns' and points them toward Thaddeus in the ring.

Mayhem: Myke Adams may have got screwed with that DQ call, but he sure left a bad taste in Thaddeus Grey's mouth. Look at Grey he's livid!

Trinks: He should be, that referee needs to do his job better!

Grey is now up, still clutching his chest as he barks at the referee, who shrugs. Thaddeus shoves him and starts out of the ring. Storming back the aisle as Myke has now disappeared backstage.

Mayhem: These fans are still cheering, guess win or lose... Myke did what he aimed to do. He thrilled em all!!!

Trinks: Oh bullshit, Thaddeus was his master out here tonight! Rian Valiant better give Thad another chance to show up that spot monkey!

The arena falls dark suddenly and the REV-O-Tron lights up. We see Revival newcomer Tyce standing with resident interviewer Jessica King. Tyce is in a pair of dirty blue jeans with a Slipknot shirt on, with sunglasses covering his eyes.

Jessica King: I’m here with one of the newest Revival roster members, Tyce. Tyce, since you’ve been here in Revival we haven’t heard anything from you. Can you tell me what your intentions are to start your career in Revival Wrestling?

Tyce: Well, I don’t really have any intentions per se. Just really taking the opportunities that management has for me and seeing what I can do with th-

As Tyce is speaking, a stagehand walks between him and the camera. This stops Tyce mid-sentence.

Tyce: Excuse me a minute.

Tyce step over to the stagehand and places a strong hand on his shoulder, spinning the unnamed man to face him.

Tyce: What the hell man? Did you not see that I’m in the middle of an interview? Did you think that the polite thing to do would be to walk between me and the camera? What are you thinking?

Stagehand: I…uh…I’m…s-

Tyce raises his hand to cut off the stumbling.

Tyce: You what? You’re sorry? Because I didn’t just let it slide and do another take? Is that what you were going to say?

The stagehand simply nods his head yes, clearly intimidated by the larger man who’s becoming somewhat of a bully. Tyce turns his head to the side and chuckles, rubbing his beard with his right thumb and forefinger. He lifts his sunglasses away from his eyes and looks the stagehand in the eyes and gets face to face with the now trembling smaller gentlemen. Then, without warning Tyce grabs him by the lapels of his shirt and tosses him, clear over a large metal crate used to transport supplies and flat against the brick wall on the other side. The stagehand collapses to the floor and other staff run up to make sure Tyce doesn’t go after the smaller man to inflict further damage. Tyce smiles a sinister grin and raises his hands, proclaiming his innocence and steps away backwards. He turns and walks back to Jessica and stands still.

Tyce: So, where were we?

Jessica puts her hand up to her ear nervously and manages to choke out the words:

Jessica King: Uh..I’m being told we’re out of time and have to go to the Sydney LaRoux locker room.

Jessica turns away from Tyce and sprints to get off camera and distance herself from Tyce as the scene fades to an end.

Revival cuts backstage the cameras pick up on Sydney LaRoux in her locker room. She has a towel over her head and her head looking downward to the floor. Her fingers are laced together and she looks like she might have been praying almost. Her concentration is broken by familiar inked hand lifting the towel back over her head.

Myke: You doing alright Syddo?

Sydney: Yeah. I just have a lot on my mind. Something isn’t right tonight. I can feel it Myke.

Myke: I know I haven’t exactly been mentally here with you. I have a lot on my mind too babe. I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you and what you are dealing with.

Sydney looks up at Myke and she smiles. She pushes up to come face to face with the former World Champion.

Sydney: I know you care about me and I care about you. But, I think we are a bit beyond “caring”, you know? I love you and I want you to remember that and there is nothing any one can do to change that. But we have an Italian saying, “Il ogni troppo storpia.” (Ill-OO-guh-nEE-TRO-pee-STOR-pia) Basically, too much of a good thing is bad for you. If you are bad for me..I do not wanna be good.”

Myke: Oh yeah?

She nods and leans closer to the Superman with a wicked smile. Her lips near his and he leans back towards her without hesitation. Their lips barely touch before…

-Knock Knock-

Sheree: Syd? Oh. Sorry.

Sheree pokes her head in seeing Myke and Syd very close to one another.

Myke: No, hey, come in. I gotta go anyway. I know your match is up next.

Sydney: Alright.

He turns to leave and then pauses and smiles at Syd and Sheree.

Myke: Hey, good luck. And I love you too. See ya babe. Later, Sheree.

Trinks: Oh! Wrong time to break up the smootch-fest! Syd and Myke will be getting married on Violence XVI!

Mayhem: No, they won’t. Sydney is up next taking on Alyx St. Croix!

Trinks: My GIRLFRIEND!!!

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!

Mayhem: Hess isn’t supposed to be out here. What is going on, Richie?

Trinks: No clue, Magpie, but I have a feeling he will tell us.

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 boo loudly as he walks slowly down to the ring.

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

He walks slowly down the ramp, glaring at his booing fans before he slides into the ring. He takes a microphone from Hopeforth and stands, soaking up the boos.

Hess: How...things...change.

The crowd boos manically at him just talking.

Hess: A match was supposed to happen tonight, a match that was supposed to be of all importance, a match set by me to see where pretty little Alyxandrea's alliegances lie. Whether or not she would fight a person she has claimed to love, to keep a secret from them. It would appear as though my darling Miss St. Croix...is...weak. At least thats what hospital charts tell us, that she is oh so weak. Young, so young, and suffering already from a stress so great that it causes blackouts. A stress so great that it could now kill her...

The crowd boo louder than before, much louder.

Hess: So it turns out that she's still in said hospital. She's still not allowed to leave the hospital ward through fear of the stress killing her.before she gets here. She's to undergo therapy, but I know the one thing, the one and only thing that causes this stress and its a horrible, dirty little secret. I've considered telling all, considered being the one to release her...cross to bear...

Sam states directly at Kyle Cross who sits within the crowd, glaring at him.

Hess: But she's only just started. See, this is just the START of her showing her potential. Before one can show themselves in full, they must unravel every article of excess clothing, and there was a lot with that young lady. She kept herself protected, wrapped up in a little bubble, safe from the world. She needed guiding out of her protective bubble and back to the real world of real monsters. She had claimed to be on the side of evil at one point but had barely...done a bad thing in her career, so I made her become her own hero.

Again he focuses his tirade now on Kyle Cross.

Hess: See, when people adopt a...hero...they never learn to deal with their problems...themselves. She needed to become a hero herself, save herself, and finally she can see that within herself. When...she wakes up, she will...be back. Unfortunately, a lot of you will have paid to see her and my Sydney fight it out and on behalf of the board of directors...I apologize. However...I do...have...something for you all now.

Sam points towards the entrance ramp, where 'Alive and Awake' by Skillet begins to play. The crowd all cheer wildly as Alyx steps out, however the usual side of Alyx we are used to seeing is gone. Her eyes hit the floor, blood is dried down her face from her ear. She looks confused, and lost as to why she's there.

Hess: I had her...discharged this morning as proof. She is not of state to compete..she is barely able to stand. She has wrecked herself...but she finally understands so much.

Samuel leaves the ring, microphone still in hand. He walks up the ramp towards the young girl who is stood in a trance.

Hess: Shh...shh...it's okay...my darling, it's me...

She looks up at him and he smiles, through a fog of make up at him.

Hess: You're okay my darling, you're home now. Home, safe with me...okay?

She nods. Slowly.

Hess: She is finally...

He readdresses the crowd now.

Hess: Seeing the light of her potential.

After he finishes the word potential, Sam tips Alyx's head up, blood stained tears covering her face as he plants a small peck on her lips.

Hess: Today, I will protect you. You won't fight, not tonight, tonight you'll be safe...I promise you.

Sam drops the mic, the crowd booing like wild as he takes Alyx by the hand and leads her from the stage.

Trinks: This has to be one of the weirdest situations I've ever seen...

Mayhem: No kidding, did you see her? She was like a zombie!

In Of Heartache" by Killswithc Engage begins to play and the fans react with a few cheers but mostly jeers as Sullivan Aimes and Lacey lead the way of Politically Incorrect to the ring. Theodore Drake, Trey Jordan and Cordelia Stevenson are not far behind, all of them dressed in something with a picture of Mario Savio on it. Cordelia and Lacey are wearing white shirts that have obviously been cut and tailored into dresses, it's quite hot, Drake is wearing a dress shirt with a pinstripe vest that has an image of Mario Savio printed on the back. Trey J is wearing a cutoff shirt with camo pants and Sullivan is wearing tattered jeans and a white Politically Incorrect t-shirt.

Mayhem: They're back.

Trinks: Jesus christ. These guys love to be seen.

Members of P.I. are taunting the crowd from various spots of the ring as Sullivan Aimes stands in the center with a microphone in hand.

Trinks: I wonder what they have to say now.



Sullivan Aimes: After being so rudely interrupted earlier tonight we all took a vote and we feel Kerry Windsor Appreciation Night should continue. We didn't even get to show you one of the greatest moment in Kerry Windsor's history in Revival. Roll the footage.

Mayhem: Oh I've got to see what his opinion of great is.

Trinks: You never really know much about Aimes. But Kerry Windsor Appreciaiton Night is a GO! Hell yeah, HASH TAG,TEAM KERRY!

The footage of last weeks match between The British Bomber and Ben Hanson plays on the REV-O-TRON. Windsor's attack is shown and then is frozen on a shot of Ben Hanson and The British Bomber left lying on the mat.

Sullivan Aimes: Hold it. Leave that shot up. That is a defining moment in history! Kerry Windsor came out and demolished the board of director's favorited sons. These two crooks have cheated their way to the top and Kerry Windsor came in and showed the perfect example of what we meant,when we said the machine would be prevented from working at all. Politically Incorrect is not only the few you see before you, Politically Incorrect is a movement and we will lurk in the shadows, in the daylight, in your nightmares, in the locker rooms, and the parking garage. We are everywhere you don't want us Valiant. Politically Incorrect will continue to reach out to the people in the seats and the members of the locker room. We wont hesistate to disgrace.

The fans erupt with boos. Sullivan shrugs it off and runs his fingers through hair before continuing.

Sullivan Aimes: This night wouldn't be complete without something honorable to mention, so tonight's main event is dedicated to Kerry Windsor. And in honor of a mistreated individual I will make it my mission to put The British Bomber on the shelf. Kerry Windsor stood up for what he believed and he got punished. Do not let this put fear into you. Attack who you want when you want. We are the liberators and I'm speaking to the Revival roster, take what is yours!

Sullivan Drops the mic as the music hits again and they leave.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

*** Revival returns with Main Event Hype***

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Violence cuts backstage to where the REVIVAL World Heavyweight Champion, Ben Hanson is mentally preparing for his upcoming match against Kyle Cross. He’s changed from earlier tonight and is now in his ring attire; he’s pacing around the corridor outside of his locker room when suddenly a voice calls out to him.

Voice: Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Cat Power himself. How’s that throat feeling there champ?

Ben lifts his head and glances in the direction that the voice came out from. The camera pans back and reveals the same woman that was in the ring with Politically Incorrect earlier in the evening, Cordelia Stevenson. She folds her arms across her chest, and glares up at the champ with an arrogant smirk. Her New York Giants fitted cap sits low upon her brow, making it hard to see her eyes.

Ben Hanson: It’s still a little sore, thanks for asking.

He replies sarcastically as Stevenson takes a step towards him.

Cordelia Stevenson: Ooh, you can talk. I guess Windy didn’t do as great a job as I thought he did.

She snaps back, her sarcasm matching his.

Ben Hanson: Kerry never does as good a job as he thinks he will. That’s why he’s a footnote in history now: ‘former Revival World Champion, Kerry Windsor’.

A smirk crosses his face.

Ben Hanson: And talk about a great job...

He says as he grabs the cap right off her head.

Ben Hanson: That was some great defense your Giants showed last night. From the looks of it, you’re backing all the wrong horses lately.

Her smile quickly evaporates.

Cordelia Stevenson: I only back winners, and those who demand the spotlight. It says a whole lot that Kerry is the former Revival World champion and still gets more shine around here than you do, champ.

She pokes Hanson in the chest with her index finger.

Cordelia Stevenson: But I’m not here to argue with you. I’m here to wish you good luck, because if Kerry happens to get his hands on you again, talking will be the least of your worries. Good luck tonight, you’ll need it.

She says this with a knowing smirk. She pats Ben on the shoulder and laughs as she casually turns and walks off, leaving Ben somewhat confused. His smile fades, turning into a pout as he ponders to himself.

Ben Hanson: Why are the pretty ones always stuck with assholes...

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

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

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Akron, Ohio, weighing in at 224lbs … The REVIVAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! ‘THE METAL HEART’ BEN HANNNNNSSSSONNNNN!!!

Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoodie and hands it to an attractive young lady at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

The arena goes dark as the music dies down. Suddenly, a spotlight begins to search the crowd as "Defy You" begins to play throughout the arena. The fans cheering as Kyle Cross appears near the guard rails; he hops over the rails and slides into the ring

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 238lbs. He is ‘THE SCARRED SENTINEL’ KYLE CROSSSSSSSSS!!!

Both men approach the middle of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Hanson extends a hand, offering a handshake to his opponent, to which Cross obliges.

Mayhem: A tremendous show of respect by both men here tonight.

The fans rallying behind both competitors, slightly more so for the champion as the two of them lock up collar and elbow, jockeying for position. Cross gains the upper hand, applying a side headlock, dropping to one knee momentarily for leverage as Hanson struggles to escape. Ben manages to land a shot to the midsection and pushes Kyle back against the nearest set of ropes, bouncing off them and pushing Cross away and across the ring. He rebounds off the ropes and catches the champion with a shoulderblock, knocking Hanson down. The champion pops right back up to his feet, only for Cross to catch him with a double leg takedown, going for an early submission hold.

Trinks: Ha, look at Hanson run away from that sharpshooter.

Indeed, The Metal Heart broke free from the attempted sharpshooter and promptly rolled out under the bottom rope. He rubs at his throat as he tries to catch his bearings; all the while, in the ring, Kyle Cross is urging the champion to get back in. And, with the fans’ insistence, Hanson climbs back in through the middle ropes. Once again, both competitors lock up collar and elbow and, again, Cross gains the upper hand, applying another side headlock. He wrenches it in, torquing the neck of the champion before Ben fires off an elbow to the midsection. And another. Kyle’s grip is sufficiently loosened as to allow Hanson to push him away and against the ropes like the last time. And just like last time, Cross knocks his opponent down with a shoulderblock. This time he goes against the ropes himself, stepping over the prone body of the champion before rebounding off the opposite ropes. Hanson pops back to his feet as he catches The Scarred Sentinel with a hiptoss!

Cross gets right back to his feet as Hanson is waiting for him, taking him over with an armdrag. Both men scramble back to their feet; Hanson goes for another hiptoss, but it’s blocked. Cross grabs his opponent’s leg and goes for the dragon whip only for Hanson to strike with an enziguiri before he can do so! The Scarred Sentinel appears shaken as he clambers back to a vertical base and the champion is right on him, throwing punches to force him back into a corner.

Trinks: An interesting start to the match as neither man has been able to gain a clear advantage.

Mayhem: Both men certainly has what it takes to emerge victorious tonight, Richie. It’s going to take something special to win this one.

Hanson delivers a few stomps to the midsection, forcing Cross further back against the turnbuckle. An Irish whip follows, the champion sending his opponent hurtling across the ring before following in after him. But Cross lifts himself up off the ropes and floats over the charging Metal Heart; Hanson hits the turnbuckle chest first, staggering out backwards, right into the waiting of Kyle Cross and a neckbreaker! A pin attempt by Kyle Cross.

One…

Two…

Trinks: Hanson kicks out!

Cross sits his opponent up in the center of the ring and applies a rear chinlock. Again, he wrenches the neck and Hanson looks very uncomfortable as he does so. The referee checks for a submission but we all know The Metal Heart doesn’t quit easily. The submission transitions into a sleeper hold as a fighting Hanson battles back to his feet. The fans rallying behind their champion as he, somehow, breaks free of the sleeper hold, countering it with an arm drag. Hanson is on his feet first as he catches a rising Kyle Cross with a toe kick to the midsection, doubling him over. A swift forearm shot to the face and Hanson once more goes for an Irish whip, only for it to be reversed. The champion hits the ropes and catches his opponent off guard with a headscissors takedown! This time it’s Cross’s turn to roll out under the bottom rope to try and gather his bearings as, in the ring, Ben retreats to the far side to massage his neck.

Mayhem: After the attack by the jealous Kerry Windsor last week, you have to wonder what the state of Ben Hanson’s neck is, Richie.

Trinks: Early reports were he suffered a bruised trachea. Almost as serious as the bruised ego Kyle suffered at the hands of ‘The Hater’.

Mayhem: Well he’s certainly making up for that tonight with a far more impressive display, holding his own with our World champion here in the early going.

Cross rolls back into the ring as Hanson allows him time to get back to his feet before another collar and elbow tie-up. This time it’s Ben who gains the advantage as he ducks around the back of his opponent with a rear waistlock. He manages to lift up Kyle, taking him over with a belly-to-back suplex before scooting round and applying an inverted facelock. Hanson uses the hold to lift his opponent back to a vertical base before sending a vicious knee up into the face of Kyle Cross. And another. A quick gutwrench suplex takedown and Hanson rolls over for the cover.

One…

Two…

But Cross gets the shoulder up before the three count. Hanson lifts him back to his feet and pushes him back into the corner, whereupon he unleashes a torrent of stomps to the midsection, followed by a forearm smash–but Kyle blocks it and throws Ben back into the corner before delivering a flurry of forearm smashes of his own, rocking the champion! An Irish whip by Cross has Ben running from pillar to post as he hits the turnbuckle back first. Cross charges in after him, but Ben gets a boot up, straight to the face of Kyle Cross. The Scarred Sentinel staggers back with a size ten boot print on his cheek as Hanson runs at him, sweeping Kyle’s legs out from under him as he takes him down with a backbreaker before driving him face first into the mat with an STO!

Mayhem: Ben Hanson showing why he’s the champion here tonight. He’s taken this match by the scruff of the neck and is doing his best to put Kyle Cross away.

There’s no pin attempt this time, however, as Hanson rolls towards the ropes, holding his neck as he drags himself back to a vertical base. Cross follows suit, slowly rising to his feet before being doubled over by a toe kick to the gut. Ben takes a few steps back and absolutely reams Kyle with a running knee lift to the face; Cross is dazed, falling back against the top rope as the Metal Heart sets off across the ring, bouncing against the opposite ropes as he prepares for a clothesline–but Cross was playing possum! He lifts the approaching Hanson up with a flapjack style attack, dropping the World champion throat first across the top rope!

Trinks: Oh, that’s gotta hurt!

Hanson is flailing around on the mat like a fish out of water, clutching at his throat but a relentless Kyle Cross grabs him in a rear waistlock and lifts him up. German suplex! The champion getting drilled head and shoulders into the canvas, but Cross keeps his hands locked as he lifts Ben up. A second German suplex and Kyle hooks a leg this time!

One…

Two…

Mayhem: I thought this one was over there!

But Ben got the shoulder up in time; some of the fans can’t quite believe it, but Cross has an impressed grin on his face. The resilience of both men being tested here tonight. Kyle lifts his opponent up by the head and throws him headlong into the top turnbuckle before lashing out with a knife edge chop to the chest. Naturally the crowd “whooo” as the thud echoes throughout Chicago, and another “whoo” with each of the next seven chops that connect, leaving a red patch across Ben’s chest. An Irish whip by Kyle Cross sends his opponent running across the ring; Hanson hits the turnbuckle as Cross follows him in with a lariat, allowing Ben to stumble out of the corner as Kyle goes against the ropes–Busaiku knee strike!

Trinks: Dayum! Did you see the impact of that knee strike, Magz?

Mayhem: That one nearly knocked Ben’s head clean off his shoulders.

No pin attempt, however, instead Cross waits for his opponent to regain his footing before hooking an arm–EXPLODER SUPLEX! Hanson getting drilled head and shoulders first into the mat again as, this time, Cross hooks both legs!

One…

Two…

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THRNOOO!!! The Metal Heart gets the shoulder up at the last second and Kyle looks as shocked as the fans in attendance! Nobody can quite believe this match is still going on. A frustrated Cross rises to a kneeling position as he watches his opponent roll towards the ropes, holding his neck in agony. Kyle grabs him and doubles him over with a knee to the midsection before hooking his arms once more. The World Champion gets lifted up vertically, high into the air before being brought down with THE CROSSFIRE DRIVER!

Mayhem: That has to be it!

He hooks the legs…

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…KYLE CROSSSS!!!

Just as the match ends, Cross extends his hand to Ben. Ben smiles and grips his hand...

"This is what I do."

Trinks: Look Maggie! It's Mr. Revival!

Mayhem: What does HE want?

Kerry doesn't even stop to soak in the boos as he sprints down to the ring. Immediately he leaps onto Ben with a huge Lou thesz press and he begins to fire off brutal shots at the world champ!! Cross takes a look at the carnage caused by Windsor...and joins in, BLASTING Windsor in the face with a kick! Windsor rolls from Ben and Cross now waits for him to get to his feet...but is soon cut off by a giant scream...

RELEASE ME!!

Trinks: Oh great, creepzilla is about to join the party...

Mayhem: Look though, he's got Alyx with him!

Cross turns to look at Sam, who points toward the ring. Alyx looks up, and with a sick smile, she runs to the ring!!! Sam sprints also, and the two of them attack Cross. Cross takes hard shot after hard shot from Hess and Alyx, before Alyx winds up and hits Cross with a brutal superkick! Sam smiles as Cross staggers backwards, but Sam is soon caught off guard from behind as the crowd ROARS...The British Bomber is behind him!!! Bomber grabs him by the shoulder and aims to throw him out of the ring but Alyx stops him, as she sprints in at Bomber, launching herself into him and Sam! Bomber, Cross and Ben finally get to their feet as a collective whole, Sam and Alyx stand now opposing them, when suddenly "The End of Heartache" begins to play!

Trinks: Woah...you're kidding me, Sullys joining this sexy party too?

Mayhem: This is...INSANE, 6 of revivals best look like they're ready to go to war...

Sullivan slides into the ring and joins the stand off in full force. Suddenly Sully, Hess, Windsor and Alyx run in against their opponents! Three clotheslines take down the three good guys, and all get to their feet quickly. Sam and Alyx takes on Cross, while Aimes takes on Bomber and Ben and Windsor take on one another. The crawl continues for several seconds before the crowd begin to ROAR...

Trinks: YES!! SHE'S HERE! SHE'S HERE!

Mayhem: Sydney...shes here and look at her...

Syd runs down the ramp, slides into the ring and begins to fire off hard shots to Sully! Sully takes several hard hits before she clotheslines him over the top rope! As she does, Ben gets the upper hand over Windsor and throws him out of the ring! Sam quickly slides from the ring also before Syd is left staring at Alyx, who should have been her opponent for the night...

Suddenly an English voice is heard...

Hess: So...cute...but I'm sorry to break your reunion...but...don't worry, you'll soon be together again, in a ring. Like...next week...

Sam begins to laugh.

Hess: When we all meet again. See, right now my darling Alyx, I'm making a match. Me and you, my love, will team up with Mr Aimes here, and the former world champion...Mr Windsor...and we will face The British Bomber, Kyle Cross, My Sydney and...The current world champion...Benny Bunny Hanson. See you all...next...week...now come...my darling.

Alyx looks at him and nods as Sam smiles at Sydney who is stood in the ring amongst the team that stand inside of the ring.

Trinks: What a night, I just can't believe it has to even end. What's next on the ticket line Magz?!

Mayhem: Um, duh. Bomber versus Aimes, this should be quite a grudge match too.

Trinks: Oh yea, I knew I was wondering about the P.I. crew, I forgot they get to teach the Bomber a thing or two tonight! Instant classic!

Mayhem: Well saying and doing are two different things, and I'm pretty sure with falls counting anywhere. This Main Event is either man's battle tonight!

Trinks: Yeah, if either man's name is Sullivan Aimes! Ha ha!

Mayhem: Right... Whoa what's going on now?!

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

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

Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he starts slapping fives and tagging hands, as many as he can as he hustles for the ring. Swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and tags a few more hands before ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of excited fans before DMX fades and he heads around toward the play by play booth.

Trinks: OH! The REAL one is joining us for the Main Event?! Magz lemme borrow your hat so I can hide this boner...

Mayhem: WHAT?!

Trinks laughs as Trey slides on the extra set of headphones with a mic and takes a seat on Maggie's side of the booth, he smiles across her towards Trinks now as Richie welcomes him to the booth.

Trinks: TREY J! My man, welcome to the team! They can get me you every week to do this play by play and Magz here can go get her job back on the corner of 2nd and Sluzz street! Ha ha!

Mayhem: HEY!

Trey Jordan: Whoa now yo, don't get pretty lil Miss Magzula in a mood. The REAL one is simply out here to call shit the right way. My boy Aimes is about to defuse and bomb and all...

Stan Hopeforth: Well now folks, it is time for tonights FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MAIN EVENT!!! Heading to the ring first from California... the Legacy championship's number one contender.... SULLLLLIVAN AIMESSSSSSSSSS!!!

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. Sullivan stops once he approaches ringside and bounces in places, shaking is dreads and shaking his arms at his side. He charges forward and slides into the ring as Theodore Drake and L.J. set up two folding chairs at ringside.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, the Legacy champion of Revival.... hailing from England... THE BRITTTTTTISH BOMMMMBERRR!!!

The lights dim and Back In Black begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber to loud cheers from the fans, he makes he way down to the ring, slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing, he climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring before posing again as the music fades out. He removes his Legacy title, eye balling Jordan at the booth then Drake and LJ at ringside... the ref hands out his title to the time keeper. But Trey J cuts off the time keeper and snatches the title from him... this draws Bomber's attention but he gets mowed down from behind by Aimes as the ref calls for the match to begin! As Aimes clobbers at Bomber, Jordan takes his seat back at the play by play table and drapes the Legacy title before him on the table's top.

DING! DING!

Trinks: Nice, that belt would look good on ya REAL Show.

Mayhem: Oh please, can you stop with the ass kissing?

Trey Jordan: Chill a notch or so lil lady, ole TrinkaDink is simply stating the sexy facts. Yo ass can't lie you'd admire a strap like this cross the REAL One's lap.

We hear an agitated sigh from Mayhem as inside the ring Aimes has Bomber in a seat now near one of the corners. Stomping at the Legacy champion like he wants to kick right through him, Sullivan whips his dreads back and sneers with a grin following. Aimes pulls at Bomber's blond hair and forces him up only to snap mare him back down and latch on a tight chin lock...

Trinks: Aimes is putting on a clinic.

Trey Jordan: He's REAL skilled, tried and true. Sully is gonna be proving tonight why his ass will soon be da REAL Legacy champ!

Aimes forces Bomber up now and toward the ropes, the crowd loud in approval as somehow TBB fights back. Two back elbows knock Aimes back... As Sullivan goes back in his eyes go wide as Bomber snatches him and lands a nasty belly to belly suplex! Aimes lands hard on the side of his head and neck as Bomber comes to a seat and shakes off the pre match attack. Aimes calling out in pain as he digs at the ropes to try and get his feet quickly...

Mayhem: Now that was quite the slam by Bomber!

Trey Jordan: Yea, I guess he basically treated Aimes like Holli Would's gina... His ass knew he'd have to slam it extra hard just to get felt...

Trinks: AH HA HA! Nice one Trey J!

Mayhem: Disgustin... seriously?

Trey Jordan: REAL seriously.

Jordan and Trinks laugh some more, in the ring Bomber has Aimes forced into a corner now. Throwing nasty Knife edge chops across Sullivan's chest as the crowd howls with each impact WOOOOOOO! Bomber now climbs up to the second ropes and starts throwing shots down over Aimes. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The crowd count them out but jeer as Sullivan somehow gets a gust of energy and forces himself and Bomber from the corner... SIT OUT SPINEBUSTER connects! Bomber arches up in agony now as Aimes shoves his legs away and crawls toward the ropes before using them to get up. Sullivan shaking off the shots from TBB... Bomber slowly staggers up holding his back. The crowd loud as Aimes charges in and leaps up for a spinning heel kick... Bomber blocks it however and instantly adjust their bodies... SIT OUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS!

Trinks: OH! That sucks for Aimes!

Mayhem: That was a great counter.

Trey Jordan: Yo, Aimes will get back in this thing... Watch and see. GET AT EM SULLZ!

Aimes rolls side to side, aching now as Bomber staggers up only to see LJ and Drake taunting him from ringside. He charges to that side of the ring and points out at them as the three bicker away now...

Mayhem: Bomber better just focus on Aimes, and forget about those con-artist outside the ring.

Trey Jordan: Yo now Magzula, what did ya pretty lil ass jus call the REAL One's friends?!

Trinks: Ohhhhh....

Mayhem: Nothing.

Trey Jordan: Thas wha I thought.

Bomber turns and blows Drake off only the crowd explodes in jeers... Aimes back in it as he rushes TBB and clotheslines him hard into and over the ropes! With falls count anywhere the ref rushes out as Sullivan steadies his aim and allows Bomber the scramble up... Tug at the ropes, and a big time suicide plancha connects! Bomber and Aimes spill over the arena floor...

Trinks: Nice work from the number one contender.

Trey Jordan: Told ya yo, the REAL Legacy champ.

Aimes gets up, he motions Drake and LJ and the ref can only watch on now as the three of them begin to stomp wildly on the fallen Bomber. The crowd hating every second! Bomber comes to a seat at the barricade bust is just jarred from the barrage of kicks and stomps heading his way.

Mayhem: Come on now, I know it's no DQ and all that... but is this really proving anything?!

Trey Jordan: Yes'um. It proves tha softy bitch with the bleached head is too stupid to turn down a fight he can't win. His fraggle rock lookin ass is in fora World of pain tonight.

Bomber gets the crowd loud however as he shouts and fights through the onslaught... He finally staggers up right and flat out CLOCKS Theo Drake with a huge right hand as the crowd explodes! TBB pulls back to punch at Aimes but LJ grabs his arm... Bomber glares back at her and the crowd gets loud with more jeers and booing as Aimes uses that moment to kick the side of Bomber's leg at the knee! Bomber cries out in pain but Aimes waste no time in DDTing the Legacy champ hard over the arena floor. He hooks the leg now as the crowd booing grows louder.

Trinks: There's the win!

Mayhem: Ridiculous...

Trey Jordan: Sweet music... Uno, dos...

ONE!
TWO!!
THRR.... KICKOUT!

The crowd goes off as Bomber fights out of the pin from Aimes, Sullivan looks stunned but gets right back to the attack. He forces Bomber back to his feet and then tries to whip him around into the ring post... the crowd explode as TBB reverses and Aimes gets sent back first hard into the ring post!!! Aimes falls to both knees and clutches his back!

Trinks: What?!

Mayhem: Way for Bomber to keep fighting!!! Wait where you going Trey?!

Trey Jordan: Show time...

Bomber turns as Drake comes back at him... kick to the gut... THE BOMB LANDS ON THEO DRAKE! The crowd getting loud now as Aimes slowly pulls himself up now... Bomber turns back around and the crowd booing grows again as Trey Jordan storms around the ring and right into the midsection of Bomber with a vicious spear!!! The Goal Line Stand connects flush! Trey leaping up and smiling wide as Sullivan and him bump knuckles. Aimes then directs Jordan as the ref can only watch on... Aimes waits for them to get Bomber up and then levels the Legacy champ with his Muther Fucker pulling piledriver! Aimes hooks the leg as trash sails from the crowd and they boo their hearts out!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: AND YOUR WINNER... SULLLLLLIVAN AIMES!!!

Trinks: Wow, they dismantled him!

Mayhem: This was bullshit! Period.

Aimes has his hand lifted by Trey J and Drake, Drake holding his jaw with a glare. The three of them decide to throw salt in the wound now... forcing Bomber up and into the ring as the crowd rattles in dismay. Jordan then storms to the booth and grabs up the Legacy title...

Trinks: Wait what are they doing now?!

Mayhem: Jordan just tossed the title into Aimes!

Drake secures the Legacy title around Sullivan's waist now as LJ and Drake then force Bomber to his knees, pushing his weary eyes onto Sullivan as he wears the Legacy title! The crowd suddenly erupts into cheers as Bomber somehow snaps back into it and shoves aside Drake and LJ and takes down Aimes with a tackle! A flurry of punches follow as Bomber tries to lay everything he's got into Aimes. Trey Jordan quickly hits the ring to help Aimes... but the crowd explodes as GARRETT WOLFCASTLE has stormed ringside and steps inside the ring! LJ and Drake staggering back as Jordan halts in his tracks...

Trinks: NO! The Monster is ruining the P.I. Party!!!

Mayhem: Bout time someone stopped this nonsense!

The Monster shakes his masked head at Jordan, the crowd loud with cheers as Bomber staggers up off the now stunned Aimes. Yanking his Legacy title off Sullivan and turning to see Wolfcastle and Jordan in a staredown.... Bomber nods with a smile and pats a hand on Garrett as we see him say thanks... but as soon as he does the crowd goes off in dismay as Wolfcastle snatches up that same hand and quickly yanks the Legacy champ into him, Jordan moving back as Wolfcastle lands his thunderous Black Hole Slam on the Legacy champion British Bomber!!!

Trinks: OH. MY. GOD! AWWWESOME!!!

Mayhem: No! The Monster is with P.I.?! That explains his post match antics with Jordan... Why in the World?!

Wolfcastle nods at Trey J and Drake as they both help Aimes up. Sullivan gets his footing and sneers as the crowd chants P.I. SUCKS but Aimes simply drops over Bomber and shrieks like a crazed man as he latches on his Main Atrocity leg lock!!! Bomber crying out in agony as Jordan and Wolfcastle join Drake as the three take turns laying boots to the British Bomber!!!

Trinks: This is amazing!

Mayhem: This is disgusting, and we're out of time folks! So sorry it had to end this way. I cannot believe this!

Trinks: Believe it. Bomber is getting put on trial in a bad way! Ha ha ha!

Mayhem: Sorry we are out of time folks, keep up to date with Revival on our website! For all of us here... thanks for watching and good night.

The show fades into a tight shot, Jordan, Drake and Wolfcastle taunting the jarred arena as Aimes continues to wrench on his leg lock over Bomber. We get a tight shot of a wide eye'd hurting British Bomber then simply the Revival logo followed by HBO's.