Post by REVIVAL on Sept 14, 2012 16:23:59 GMT -5
The cameras cut to a shot of Commissioner Valiant. He is standing in the center of the ring, his face solemn. There are bandages on his face, especially across his nose. And his look doesn’t suggest this is a happy visit.
Rian Valiant: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of REVIVAL Wrestling, I would like to welcome you to another very exciting episode of VIOLENCE!
A massive pop can be heard exploding throughout the arena.
Rian Valiant: I’d like to start out the broadcast this week with a recap of what happened last week, and I’m speaking of the vicious and malicious assault by someone I once considered a friend.
Valiant lowers his microphone and turns everyone’s attention to the REV-O-Tron.
The words “last week” appear across the center 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.
[/center]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 camera pans back to Commissioner Valiant as his face shows a look of disgust. The crowd is booing very loudly. Valiant nods in agreement.
Valiant: My sentiments exactly, everyone. Now last week, Kerry Windsor viciously assaulted me for a reason unknown to me. The Board of Directors has given me the authority to terminate his services...
The crowd explodes with a massive cheer for the potential firing of the inaugural World Champion!
Valiant: But I’m not going to do that. You see, not only is it a poor business decision, but I feel personally responsible for the resurrection of the Kerry Windsor name. I went out and I found him. I offered him a very lucrative contract. And I signed him personally to compete under the REVIVAL banner. I don’t hate Kerry Windsor for his actions last week, I feel like I’m stuck in a position where I’d really just like to know why. Why he had found himself at the point where he felt the need to break my nose, bruised my ribs, and deliver unto me a concussion. I’d like to know how a person can get so wound up that giving them a night off, paid mind you, sets them up for an explosion that could cost them their career!
The crowd is unsure of how to react.
Valiant: Kerry Windsor, while I am at a loss for words or reasoning behind your attack, I am here to inform you that because of your actions last week, the possibility for a championship match against Ben Hanson is no longer there. The Board of Directors has specifically stated that because of your actions, your attacks, your blatant disregard for authority, that you are no longer eligible for an opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship.
A huge cheer explodes throughout the arena.
Valiant: Trust me here Kerry, because I would like for nothing else than to see you demolish Ben Hanson. I see him as a phony and as an opportunistic little leach who will do anything to further their career. But Kerry, I’m not the bad guy here--because your actions brought this upon yourself.
The crowd lets out a mixed reaction, because they’re not exactly happy that the Commissioner of REVIVAL just stated that they have a target on the World Champion.
Valiant: Any person currently under contract to REVIVAL needs to listen up closely. The recent string of assault on REVIVAL personnel is going to stop. From this moment, any person who finds it within their mental realm a possibility to physically assault an official of this organization, I would like to warn you that it is not in your best interest. If you lay a finger on any person under this banner who is not an active competitor and did not physically provoke you, I won’t think twice to fire your ass on the spot. There is a new era in this company, and while our program is called “VIOLENCE”... there will be order in this arena! Thank you and enjoy the show.
Valiant waves slightly to the fans as “Enemies” by Shinedown fills the arena’s airwaves. The camera pans the arena rapidly as the official pyro shoots up and the fans continue on with their happiness and excitement. Cutting to ringside, the ever exciting duo of Richie Trinks and Maggie Mayhem find themselves at a loss for words.
Maggie Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to VIOLENCE. What you just witnessed... well, I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. After the vicious assault last week at the hands of Kerry Windsor, Commissioner Rian Valiant is doing absolutely nothing to the perpetrator of said attack.
Richie Trinks: That’s not true, that’s not true at all! The Board of Directors has effectively denied Kerry Windsor a future opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. Little good that will do, because for some reason, Kerry Windsor has it out for Ben Hanson! I have a few theories that I’m going to reveal later on tonight.
Mayhem: With that news, Valiant also offered a new zero-tolerance policy effective immediately regarding physicality between the contracted athletes of REVIVAL and the officials within this promotion.
Trinks: Nice to know Valiant is looking out for the little folks like you and me, Magpie!
Mayhem: Why... do you think Valiant didn’t reprimand him more?
Trinks: I don’t know...
Mayhem: I mean, he got his ass-handed to him, and all Kerry Windsor gets is being denied an opportunity at the World title? It seems kind of lax to me, Richie, wouldn’t you agree?
Trinks: While it isn’t the course of action I may have taken, it certianly isn’t a slap on the wrists, Maggie.
Mayhem: And if Windsor isn’t the number one contender, then what does that mean for World Champion Ben Hanson and him defending the gold? Who will step up? Who will be awarded that golden opportunity?
Trinks: For FLUFF’S Sake Maggie, I’m not Jesus! I don’t have all the answers!
Mayhem: Well, I’ll be...
Suddenly the arena is surrounded by the sound of “Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion, the fans seem to know who it is as they respond with a chorus of cheers. They start to chant the name “Johnson...Johnson...Johnson” as the newly signed Joe Johnson walks out. His loving the positive crowd reaction as he holds his arms out wide in a Jesus style pose.
The smile on his face from ear to ear due to the buzz it's giving him just to hear his name being chanted. Walking down to the ring in his denim jeans that are tucked into his military styled boots with black Revival t-shirt tucked in and jeans held up by a black studded belt. His looks is finished off with a denim sleeveless jacket as he stops on his way to shake some of the fans hands and pose for pictures with them.
Now at the ring he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle and top rope. Leaning over the rope he takes the mic from one of the crew as he makes his way to the centre of the ring. His music now dying down as he brings the mic up to his mouth ready to speak.
Joe Johnson: “Hello ladies, gents and little ones in attendance, I guess you know who I am?”
They began to whistle, cheer and some answering by chanting his name. This brings a big smile to Joe's face as he once again begins to speak.
Joe Johnson: “That's right I'm the one and only Joe Johnson. I'll be in action in a bit against the gorgeous Holli Would. Whatever happens I'll make sure to put on a show for you my Johnson's and Johnsonette's. I'm glad to be here in Revival and to be able to share my unique talent with you all. This place is full of talented people, some good and some bad. I can promise you now good or bad I'm not afraid to step in this ring with you. I'm here not only to represent myself but the Revival nation.”
Walking over to the turnbuckle Joe jumps up onto it and sits down as the crowd begin to cheer and chant his name yet again.
Joe Johnson: “As I look around Revival I can see four on one attacks happening, plus one stupid person thinking it's fine cause it was a no DQ match. How stupid can one person be? Wait best not answer that, wouldn't want one of his puppets to come hurt me. Hope you can sense the sarcasm? I'm here to represent Revival and if that means being dragged in to or having to involve myself in someone’s business I will.
I'm not just going to stand by and watch someone unfairly get taken out no matter who they're. If you want a fight, then settle it in the ring. Can't do that then I'm sure I can drag you to the ring and sort it out in a fair fight myself. So what if a newbie, rookie or whatever you want to call it. I'm still entitled to come out here and voice my opinion. Who cares if that leads to people wanting to end me or my career? I certainly don't care that they're going to try because that's all it will be doing, trying. You may knock me down but I'll get back up. If I can't get back up that day then don't worry I'll still be back for you.”
Jumping down from the turnbuckle Joe Johnson walks over to the ropes that face up the ramp. He leans on the ropes staring up at the ramp as he brings the mic up to his mouth.
Joe Johnson: “I'm letting you boys and girls know now that just because I respect the talent of every single one of you. It doesn't mean I agree with the way you go about things. Plus if I don't agree with the way you go about things and I think you step out of line, then for the good of Revival I'll damn well let you know about it. For now though my Johnson's and Johnsonette's I best go get ready for my match.”
With that Joe Johnson hands the mic to one of the crew on his way out of the ring. Heading up the ramp he slaps hands with some of the fans before heading backstage.
We cut to the medical room where we see The British Bomber sat in with the company doctors.
Doctor: You know what I am going to say right?
Bomber looked down at his knee, it still looked banged up from the attack from Sullivan Aimes following their match last week.
Bomber: Strap it up doc, I need to fight tonight.
The doctor shook his head and proceeded with the request, as he was doing so there was a knock on the door before it opened and in walked Fagan Ballentine.
Fagan: You ready to go tonight? I heard your knee isn’t too good Bomber.
I looked up at Fagan, taking my eyes away from the doctor strapping me up. Fagan was obviously trying to be a friend and be strong for Bomber, but he looked like a child who is lost in the supermarket. Bomber, even in pain, tries to rest Fagan's mind and put him at ease. It's as if Fagan doesn't see his own potential, Bomber realizes he has a responsibility to help him...or someone else could take him under their wing and ruin him. Fagan's a good person and is trying hard.
Bomber: I’ll be fine kid, listen, you got your own match to worry about, you know you gotta keep hold of that gold and bring it on home again.
Fagan nodded at Bomber.
Bomber: Once you do that, and after my match tonight, we need to put our heads together and figure out a way to get back at Sullivan Aimes and P.I, make them pay for their actions over the last couple of weeks, you with me on this Fagan?
Fagan reassured Bomber by nodding.
Fagan: The problem is, we're worn down. We've tried to fight these hyenas individually...it's time for us to get together. They can't beat us together. It's all about Synergy. They may have won some small battles, Bomber, but we're going to win this whole war. P.I.'s days are numbered. Our time will be coming soon...revenge is going to be sweet. I'm ready for this...you're my mentor, man. Do you think I'm ready for this? I want to be ready for this.
Bomber: We will make them pay Fagan, all of them, but you have to be 100% with me on this, this might get a little brutal, blood will be spilled. I just need to know your up for doing this….
The doctor finished strapping Bomber’s knee before he got to his feet. Fagan is obviously shook. This is more than he planned on. Bomber sees this in Fagan's body language and puts his hand on Fagan's shoulder.
Bomber: Listen, I’ll catch up with you in a while Fagan, Holli’s match is up next, I need to go watch it, you make sure you give it to him champ.
Bomber pats Fagan on championship belt, before leaving the room as we cut back to ringside for our first match of the evening.
Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall! Heading to the ring first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois... Standing at 6”2” and weighing 235lbs, It's JOOOOEEEEE JOOOOHHHNNNSOOONNNN!!!
”Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion kicks in throughout the arena as the fans start their chorus of cheers. They begin to chant “Johnson...Johnson...Johnson” as Joe Johnson walks out onto the ramp loving the positive response from the crowd. Holding his arms out wide in a Jesus sort of pose. He has a smile so big from ear to ear due to the crowd cheering and chanting his name as he now begins his walk down to the ring. Slapping hands with some of the fans and even stopping to sign a few autographs. Once at the ring Joe Johnson walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the top and middle rope. Now in the ring he walks over to the turnbuckle climbing up to the second rope and holds his arms out wide in a Jesus pose once again. As he jumps down he makes his way to the middle of the ring as he stands there smiling as his music fades out.
Stan Hopeforth: His opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, California... Standing at 5”9” and weighing 124lbs, She is HOOOLLLLLIIII WOOOOUUUULLLLDDDD!!!
The house lights darken and the first part of Oteps “T.R.I.C” begins to play. As it reaches the scream of “WHAT!” The entryway flashes to life with a black and white strobe effect as Holli emerges from it in a burst of fury. The house lights rise to show she is wearing a semi-baggy pair of dark low-rise jeans that have been bleached in a punk cow-like print up and down the legs. The lights from the arena catch the M60 308 gold caliber bullet belt that is hugging her hips with a brass knuckle emblem as the buckle and the gold pocket chains hanging from her pocket. Upon her torso, she rocks a white male muscle shirt that is knotted under her bust so it shows off her abs. She wears D&G dark shades on her eyes. With a baseball slide, she slips up under the ropes and gets to her feet as “TRIC!” is screamed. Before the match, she sheds her dangerously spiked belt to her corner..
Mayhem: This match could go either way. Joe looks a promising talent, let's just hope he doesn't take Holli lightly.
Trinks: Talking of Holli Would... I wouldn't mind tapping her. Ha! Ha!
The bell rings signalling the start of the match as Holli and Joe meet in the middle of the ring. Joe holds his hand out offering a handshake. Just smiling at him Holli goes to shake his hand as she decides to hit an arm drag instead. She doesn't give him the chance to get up as she runs at Joe hitting a picture perfect Shooting Star Splash. Quickly going for the cover...
One...
Two...
Mayhem: Johnson kicks out after the two count!
Trinks: I wish Holli was on top of me.
Mayhem: Keep dreaming Trinks.
Holli rolls Joe over quickly on to his front and applies a Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring. You can clearly see she has it locked in good as Johnson calls out in pain. Gritting his teeth together and fighting through the pain he works his way up to his feet. Holli locking in a Sleeper Hold as he does, wrapping her feet around his body.
Mayhem: Holli is in control and has been from the start of the match.
Trinks: Wouldn't mind Holli wrapping her legs around me and being in control.
Mayhem: You're a perv Trinks!
Clearly using all the strength he can Joe smiles as he manages to push Holli back first into the turnbuckle. She instantly lets go as she is now slumped in a sitting position as she leans against the turnbuckle. The crowd are now trying to get behind Joe as he backs up enough before running at Holli in the corner hitting a devastating Dropkick to the turnbuckle. He gets to his feet looking down at Holli making sure she was okay. It's clear she is in a lot of pain but Joe doesn't let his guard down. Instead he helps her to her feet as he sets Holli up for a DDT, he holds her head under his arm as he raises his other arm. Holli sees the opportunity and manages to hit a Northern Lights Suplex holding it for the pin...
One..
Two..
Mayhem: Yet again Johnson kicks out at two!
Trinks: Holli showing how superior she is.
Getting to her feet Holli sees her chance and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as she goes for what she calls Untamed Youth, the Shooting Star Press Knee Drop. It's meant to connect with the chest of Joe Johnson but he was playing possum as he rolls out of the way. Holli's knees hit the mat hard as she rolls around in agony. Joe has had enough of giving her the chance to continue on the offensive as he locks in a Crossface in the centre of the ring.
Mayhem: Finally it seems Joe might be getting the upper hand.
Trinks: Damn you Joe! Just when I was getting aroused at how much in control Holli was.
Mayhem: Trinks, you're a very disturbed man indeed.
Slowly making her way to the rope you can see Holli is in pain as she screams out with every inch closer she gets to the rope. Joe sees this and drags her back to the centre of the ring and applies even more pressure. Holli is fighting not to tap out as she makes one last ditch to reverse it and somehow manages to roll over. Joe lets go realising both his shoulders are on the mat breaking the pin attempt before the ref even gets a chance to start counting.
Both back up on their feet, smile at each other as the crowd start cheering and calling the name out of their chosen person. Joe makes the first move as he runs at Holli who very smartly ducks his clothesline attempt. She grabs him quickly and hits an amazing Snapmare Driver, she takes her chance and locks in The Mourning Would, the devastating Testicular Claw. Joe is screaming out in agony trying everything left in him to try wriggle free. Holli is just smirking as she applies even more pressure. The sweat now dripping down the head of Joe can be seen as he has no fight left in him. Joe is tapping out as the ref sees this and makes Holli break the hold straight away.
Stan Hopeforth: The winner of this match, through submission is HOOOLLLLLII WOOOOUUUULDDD!!!
The first part of Oteps “T.R.I.C” begins to play as the ref raises Holli's hand, Joe is still rolling around the ring in agony after that horrible Testicular Claw that Holli calls The Mourning Would.
Trinks: Joe Johnson may be one of the luckiest men in the world...
Mayhem: How in the hell is that even possible, Richie?
Trinks: Because Holli Would just had her hand up on his junk! A guy like me can only dream of that ever happening!!
Mayhem: Richie... she had his testicles in a vice-like grip!
Trinks: I know! Isn’t it great!?
The cameras cut to the backstage area where “The Cornerstone” Kerry Windsor is seen arriving to the arena. He adjusts his duffle bag on his shoulder as he lumbers down the hall, a mask of stoicism on his face. Jessica King runs up to him.
Jessica King: Kerry! May I have a word with you please?
She waves her arm frantically, trying to get Kerry’s attention. He stops and turns towards her, removing the iphone ear buds from his ear.
Kerry Windsor: You say something?
His tone isn’t quite welcoming. Jessica takes a deep breath and forces a smile.
Jessica King: Yes, I was wondering if I could have a word with you. After your actions last week, you’ve left the Revival nation absolutely stunned. Why did you attack Rian Valiant?
Kerry studies her for a moment and then smirks.
Kerry Windsor: Why did I attack Rian Valiant? Simple. He was trying to protect him .
Jessica nods in understanding.
Jessica King: And by him, you are referring to the Revival Heavyweight Champion, Ben Hanson, correct?
Kerry glowers at the mentioning of the champs name and doesn’t even bother to respond. Jessica decides to change up her course of questioning.
Jessica King: Ok, well what do you think of what Ben had to say last week? About your being jealous of his ---
Kerry quickly snatches the microphone away Jessica, and takes a menacing step towards her.
Kerry Windsor: Jealous Jessica? Really? You think all of this has to do with me being Jealous of Ben Hanson?
Jessica clears her throat, and seems hesitant to respond.
Jessica King: Yes Kerry I do. Ever since Ben Hanson pinned you at Glory and became the new World Heavyweight Champion, you’ve had it out for him. It’s apparent to us all that you cannot cope with the fact that Ben Hanson finally got the best of you.
Kerry simply shakes head in disgust.
Kerry Windsor: You … know … nothing.
Kerry speaks intensely through his gritted teeth. Before Jessica can utter another word, he storms off, leaving her there speechless.
Trinks: Wow, talk about intense, Jessica getting under the skin of the Cornerstone!
Mayhem: You can certainly say that again. Coming up is the sure to be exciting contest pitting newcomer Tyce against newcomer Steve Martyn!
Trinks: I love Steve Martyn! Dude cracks me up as the Pink Panther! Seeing him struggle over saying “Hamburger” kills me every time!
Mayhem: Richie, that’s Steve MARTIN. Not Steve Martyn. We didn’t get the famous actor/comedian buddy, sorry to rain on your parade.
Trinks: You’re a fun-sucker, you know that Mags?
“The shadow within me…the sorrow at my feet…”
Blares over the PA system, as the music of “Simple Survival” by Mushroomhead begins to fill the empty airwaves of the arena, Tyce steps out from behind the curtain. He steps slowly to the edge of the stage and stands there, his left hand being massaged by his right. The song reaches the chorus:
“What’s your name…who do you love…I wanna hate you, kill you, treat you like I’ve had enough”
And Tyce walks slowly down the ramp, looking out into the crowd. He steps up the stairs and turns on the top step, putting his back to the ring post and puts his arms straight out, closing his eyes and tilting his nose to the ceiling of the building before turning back, wiping his feet and stepping into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He steps over to the corner and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
“I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into cheers. After a few seconds pause Steve Martyn strolls out onto the ramp area, he smirks in a satisfied and confident way at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the ring. Steve acknowledges most fans and slaps hands with a few others as he wonders down the ramp, he continues to receive cheers as he ascends the ring steps. He enters between the middle and top rope and instantly wonders other to the far corner, Steve climbs up and poses for the crowd whilst taking in the supremely welcoming response from the fans. He soon steps down to the canvas and stretches his arms in the air before readying himself for action. At this stage the music dies away.
The bell sounds and Tyce attacks Martyn immediately, smashing him with a strong lariat. Martyn falls to his back and Tyce makes a cover,
...1!
KICK OUT!
Tyce helps Martyn to his feet and slings him into the corner. The impact forces Martyn to bounce out of the corner a bit. Tyce lifts Martyn onto his shoulder and executes a powerslam before making another,
...1!
...2!
Martyn kicksout!
Trinks: A near fall from Martyn.
Mayhem: Martyn is fighting back! I like the new talent REVIVAL is bringing in.
Tyce whips Martyn into the ropes, but Martyn ducks under the clothesline and responds with a kick in the back of the knee. Martyn slings shots himself out of the ropes and goes for a crossbody clock. Tyce catches him in mid-air and slams him to the mat with a package piledriver/ddt combination. Tyce makes the cover,
...1!
...2!
...3!
Ding! Ding!
Trinks: Ladies and gents, Tyce with a debut victory tonight!!
Mayhem: Big things for both of these guys, I can just tell that big things are headed their way!
The Rev-O-Tron comes to life now with a slow motion, gritty replay of last week's Adams/Grey contest. It shows Thaddeus as he tugs the referee into the cross hairs of Myke's Egoshredder superkick. This burns to a shot of Grey with a smirk, and Adams in shock over a DQ loss.
Myke Adams: Congrats there Thaddeus, ya got hash one in your favor... But ya gotta remember tool... So did Kerry Windsor...
The image burns into a shot of Ascension's ladder match to crown the first ever World champ of Revival. Adams and Windsor falling off the ladder as the title is seen in the grasp of Kerry Windsor...
Myke Adams: But fool me once... Shame on me. Fool me twice... we'll you know how that saying goes...
We now see Violence X, Windsor in shock as Adams hoist the Revival World title high! This burns into the post match of Grey/Adams... And we see Adams blister his Egoshredder superkick into Grey's face!!!
Myke Adams: I got the last laugh after your little 'win' Thaddy. I always get the last laugh... But that's not enough for us, is it? You've got so much more left to prove. You want respected, right?
The image burns to Adams in mid-flight as he looks to Swanton Bomb... This burns away into a tight shot of Myke himself in wild face paint. The crowd watching explode into cheers at the sight of Adams... He sneers under the painted guise and speaks calm and clear.
Myke Adams: Well let's just see if you can earn such a thing then shall we Thaddy? Tonight your ass will be sitting with Trinkadink and Magz... watching me take on Nick Keenan. So take notes Mr. One Night Stand... take a ton of em. I am dedicating this match with Keenan to you, and my respect for you.
Adams shakes his head and grins a bit now.
Myke Adams: Or should I say lack there-of?! Hope ya enjoy the show Thaddy. Won't be hard to miss... I'll be the high risk heretic thrillin em all!
And on that note Adams cups his palm over the screen... the scene burns back to clips of Myke landing his assault on Thaddeus Grey then goes simple black as we are back at ringside.
