Violence XVII Results Sept. 20th 2012

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Maggie Mayhem: Welcome to REVIVAL folks. We have a jam packed night for you tonight with a tag team 6 person match! Hessingstock and Alyx vs. Aimes and Jordan vs. Bomber and Fagan!

Richie Trinks: Don’t forget Kerry taking on our commish, Valiant!

Mayhem: Yes he is! Wolfcastle takes on the The Savior of Revival, Kyle Cross!

Trinks: I hate that kid. Hessingstock should have took him out when he debuted!

Mayhem: What? Kyle Cross is a pillar of strength of Revival.

Trinks: About as strong as the tag match tonight Magpie! Joey Johns and Marty Mar against Tyyyyyyce and the scary bug guy!

Mayhem: *eye roll* You are ridiculous..that is what you are.

Trinks: Best compliment ever sugarpants! I love you too!

Mayhem: The buzz in my ear means they want us to quit yakking and get to the show. We have developements in the back Richie!

Camera cuts backstage as Fagan Ballentine is on the floor stretching when the British Bomber walks in.

British Bomber: Hey, I got you something that might be of aid tonight. Here you go.

Fagan looks up and a large bag hits him in the face. He doesn't even care, with the excitement similar to that of a child on Christmas he rips the bag open and there are new, black wrestling boots. REAL wrestling boots. ACTUAL FACTUAL wrestling boots. Fagan hugs them.

Fagan Ballentine: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

British Bomber: Don't worry about it, I just didn't want you to roll your ankle out there. Those beat up sneakers have seen better days.

Fagan takes his sneakers off and his damp, dingy socks immediately stink up the room. Bomber almost has to cover his nose. Fagan pulls the new boots on and is lacing them up.

The camera fades from Fagan to a new comer to the Revival roster. She brushes her hair from her face, smirking as she does so.

Jessica Robertson: Hello Revival, I am Jessica Robertson. Your Queen and your saving grace from the rest of this roster. There are a few here who think like me. Charming, can kick ass in the ring and look good doing so.

One asks themselves though, when is it all real?

Chuckling to herself, she smiles back at the camera, then her eyes train like lasers on the lens.

Jessica Robertson: This week, I am in a "rookie match" with another rookie and a so-called legend. Somehow, Revival bosses hate me because of my #TeamKerry affiliation. Screw management, I will just take put Phoenix and Sydney. Then everyone will have no choice or no say.

They will HAVE to watch the queen at work...

She fixes her attire, black leather pants and a pink and white tee with the word QUEEN written across it. Smiling again at the camera, she points toward the entrance to the stage.

Jessica Robertson: Every Revival star and fan is in for a treat watching me wrestle. I hope you all enjoy watching me crush people. Now, if you will all excuse me, I think I hear the sound of my music playing. Ciao bellas...

She leaves the area walking toward the stage. A moment later you see her with none other than Joe Johnson, arm wrapped around him and a smile across her face, the pair heading for Jessica's debut match.

Mayhem: Well ladies and gents, that was certainly an interesting debut to say the least...

Trinks: Mini-Trinks would like to say hello to that foxy mama!

Mayhem: Does the term “sexual harassment” mean anything to you?

Trinks: No... but since it has “sex” and “her-ass” in it, I’ve gotta say it sounds great to me! Hahaha! Next matchup Stan.

Stan announces the match and there with first opponent hails from. Phoenix comes from the back in his usual way and takes his place after his music cuts out. The second opponent, Jessica comes from the back in her pink and grey outfit. She does her thing as she walks down through the entryway. The male attendance appreciate the rookie as she goes to her side of the ring.

Stan announces the last participant in tonights match, LaRoux who comes out wearing an ANTI-TREY J shirt. She looks like a woman on a mission and perhaps this is a direction message to Trey and P.I. Or something deeper is at work here. She comes down to the ring and slides under the bottom only to have Jessica and Phoenix tag-team stomping her with their boots. It is a gang mentality between Jessica and Phoenix if they hop to win at all! Phoenix finally turns on his partner in crime and he sends Jessica reeling back with a couple right hands! He takes her back to the corner and sends boots to her midsection which crumple the rookie to the mat. Sydney by this time has gotten back up and she gets into a left and right shot exchange until she whips Phoenix into the ropes and drives him to the mat with a flying clothesline! He goes down hard but Sydney jerks him back up onto his feet and she motions for Jessica to help him suplex Phoenix. Both woman take the weight and Phoenix and he is driven into the mat again! He is left there motionless! Is Phoenix dead?!!

Jessica then starts to go up top on the turnbuckle to go for a high aerial assault move but just as she leaps, Sydney LaRoux catches her in mid-air and uses that forward momentum to scoop slam her down overtop of Phoenix’s legs. Its with that sudden realization that both these rookies are down that Sydney moves down and puts a hand on both of them as the ref counts.

One...
Two...

Three...

Mayhem: LaRoux with a quick win over the two rookies here tonight! I can imagine they will be jaded next week!


We cut backstage into the locker room of Joe Johnson as it's obvious his in the middle of a call. His pacing up and down in his wrestling gear whilst talking. He is alone, Jessica must just be finishing her match or in her locker room.

Joe Johnson: “Ma I gotta do what I gotta do. You know I respect you and Pa but sometimes in life respect isn't enough. I'm sorry but I'm fed up with trying to make you approve of what I do.”

Still pacing up and down he listens along to his Ma talking as he pulls disapproving faces.

Joe Johnson: “Yeah so what I could have been a surgeon or a doctor but I didn't want to be. You taught me that with hard work I can be anything I want to be and that happens to be a wrestler. It's not my fault you and Pa don't approve, at least my beautiful girlfriend Jessica does. Plus before you ask, yes she is also a wrestler, a pretty damn awesome one at that too.”

He pauses letting his Ma say what she has to say. Walking over to the full length mirror he makes sure his hair is looking okay.

Joe Johnson: “You mean you and Pa want to meet her? Why so you can judge her because she wrestles too? I won't let you do that, I hope you realise Jessica is the reason I'm happy. You and Pa, have always said you would approve of what I do yet you both lied. Tonight I will be doing what I told you, I'm sorry if you don't approve but I'm doing it any way. At least I got Jessica by my side.”

With that he puts the phone down and turns it off before placing it into his locker. Walking off to the mirror again he starts to admire himself.

Trinks: What kind of beautiful woman would ever be seen with a dingleberry like him, huh? All I can say is for Jessica Robertson to be with him, he’s gotta be hung like a black ma--

Mayhem: That’s extremely inappropriate, Richie! I don’t care much about his relationship, however, I do find his phonecall interesting. What is he talking about? What does he mean “do what he’s gotta do”?

Trinks: It’s obvious, Maggie. He got her pregnant!

Mayhem: That’s just crazy, you’re insane, Richie! INSANE!

“The shadow within me…the sorrow at my feet…” 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”

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.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first, standing at 6’6” and weighing in at 255 lbs…TYCE!!!!!!!

Entrance Description: 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 his partner…standing 6’2” and weighing in at 252 lbs…BLACK MANTIS!!!!!

”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 on to 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: And their opponents…first, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 235 lbs…JOOOOOOOOOOE JOHNSON!!!!!!

“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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his partner…standing 6’ and weighing in at 225 lbs…STEVE MARTYN!!!!!!!

The bell rings and teams huddle in their respective corners to discuss strategy. Black Mantis and Joe Johnson start out for their respective teams and meet in the middle of the ring. The referee explains the rules of the match to the both of them and then signals for the bell to officially start our main event tag team match.

Mayhem: Here we go!.

Black Mantis and Johnson circle each other in the middle of the ring and lock up. Both men try to gain the advantage and then Black Mantis lifts Johnson up into a fireman’s carry slam. He then immediately locks Johnson up with a rear naked choke, but Johnson somehow wiggles out before Black Mantis could lock it up tight and picks Mantis up and flips him over his back. Mantis lands on his feet and grabs Johnson around his neck and locks him into a standing rear naked choke. Johnson struggles for a second and then shoves him off into the ropes. Black Mantis bounces back and knocks Johnson down with a bicycle kick! Black Mantis bounces into the first ropes and Johnson is immediately up there to hit a drop toe hold and applies an ankle lock!

Mayhem: Wow!!! What an amazing display of athleticism by both competitors!!!!

Mantis kicks Johnson away and begins to fight back as he tries to get back to his feet. Joe tries a leg sweep on Black Mantis but Mantis blocks it and retaliates with a swift kick to the gut. He hits another one and Joe is forced to his knees. Mantis takes a few seconds to put some pressure on his now throbbing ankle. Mantis turns around just in time to see Joe Johnson charging him full speed. Mantis sidesteps him at the last second and sends Joe crashing into the ropes. Joe stumbles back into a Judo Hip-Toss from Black Mantis. Mantis then lifts one of Joe’s legs up and locks in a standing leg lock. The crowd tries to get behind Joe Johnson as he screams out in pain. The referee checks him for submission, but Joe simply refuses.

Trinks: Not this early in the match!

Mantis tries to add more pressure to that leg, but Joe suddenly reaches up and grabs Mantis by the skull and brings him down into a cradle attempt, and Mantis kicks out at one-and-a-half!!!! They both get back to their feet and Mantis immediately knocks Joe back down to the mat with a thunderous, neck shattering lariat!

Mayhem: What a display of strength from Black Mantis!

Trinks: All the superstars here in Revival wrestling have to be versatile, Mantis is showing just that!

Mantis tags Tyce in and he goes right to work on Joe Johnson. He pulls Joe up to his feet and hits a fisherman’s suplex. He tries for a pin, but Joe kicks out!!! Tyce pulls Joe up into a sitting position and pulls both of his arms back behind his body, stretching them as much as he can. Joe screams as he is stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. The crowd starts to get behind Joe again as Tyce places a knee right into Joe’s spine.

Mayhem: My eyes don’t lie fans, Believe it or not, the crowd led motivation actually begins to work!

Joe starts to maneuver his body around to the point that he is on a knee. He then gets to both knees as Tyce feels his grip loosening up. Joe finally gets to his feet, so Tyce shoves him forward into the ropes. Tyce is immediately there with a shot to Joe’s spine, sending him back down to a knee, his hands holding the ropes to keep from going completely to the mat. Tyce then places Joe’s throat on the middle rope and pulls up on it, choking Joe out!!! The referee counts to 4 before Tyce releases the ropes to avoid the disqualification ruling.

Trinks: Tyce almost got disqualified there!

The referee backs Tyce away from Joe Johnson, allowing Joe to get to his feet. Tyce backs up towards his corner and Black Mantis taps him on the shoulder for a blind tag. Joe still thinks Tyce is the legal man and nails Tyce with a dropkick that sends him crashing out of the ring. Johnson looks to follow, but Mantis cuts him off. Mantis looks out to his partner momentarily and then turns his attention back to Joe Johnson who is making a mad dash towards him. Joe hits an explosive flying clothesline on Black Mantis in the corner and Mantis goes down to the mat. Joe drags him out of the corner and to the middle of the ring and goes for a cover…

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Mayhem: Mantis showed a little weakness look at Tyce and being distracted.

Trinks: Mantis is a sharp wrestler, just a momentary lapse of judgment I suppose.

Joe pulls Mantis up to his feet and whips him across the ring and into the ropes. Mantis rebounds off of the ropes, ducks under Joe Johnson clothesline attempt, fires off of the opposite ropes and he and Joe collide with double crossbodies!!!! Both men are down as the crowd is begging for Joe Johnson to make the hot tag to Steve Martyn. Joe slowly crawls towards his corner as Mantis grabs his foot in desperation. Joe gets to his one free leg, balances himself, and hits an enziguri right to Black Mantis’s temple. The crowd is going crazy as Joe gets back to his feet, leaps towards his corner and makes the tag to Steve Martyn!!!! Steve immediately leaps over the top rope into the ring. Black Mantis stumbles back up to his feet and Steve Martyn hits a single leg take down. Martyn gets to his feet and pulls Black Mantis up. Martyn hooks the arm and tights and lifts Black Mantis up into the air as if to hit a suplex. Martyn then makes his way to the nearest ropes and drapes Black Mantis’s body over the top rope.

Trinks: That’ll take the air out of your lungs!

Martyn hits a kick to the chest, makes his way to an adjacent corner, and then sprints back towards him, grabbing his neck and hitting a devastating swinging neckbreaker!!! Black Mantis is out on the mat as Martyn goes for a cover.

1…

2…

Thr-NO!

Trinks:]\ Steve Martyn with a nearfall there as Black Mantis still hasn’t been able to get the cobwebs out.

Mayhem: Well, this is still anyone’s match! Martyn is the freshest man, but Tyce and Mantis have exhibited better team work.

Martyn quickly locks in a front facelock on Black Mantis. The crowd is solidly behind him as he continues to wrench in that submission hold. The motivation would be short lived, however, because Black Mantis summons the strength from within and nails a bridging type of suplex, flips backwards on his feet as the impact releases Martyn’s facelock.

Trinks: WHAT DO WE EVEN CALL THAT?!?!?!?!

Tyce is back on the apron as he yells out encouragement to Black Mantis. Mantis shakes the cobwebs and starts to make his way towards his corner, Steve suddenly grabs Black Mantis by his shoulder and sends him shoulder first in the steel ring post!!!! Mantis slowly crumbles to the mat as Tyce reaches into the ring and slaps him across the back for a blind tag of his own!!!!

Mayhem: This time there is no doubt who the legal man is!

Tyce climbs into the ring and immediately engages in an exchange of punches with Steve Martyn. Tyce finally gets the advantage with a quick rake of the eyes. Martyn stumbles away, holding his face, and Tyce takes advantage by grabbing Martyn…sending him into the ropes SPINEBUSTER! Tyce makes a quick tag to Mantis and goes bac and looks at Martyn

Trinks: I think our announce table just shook with that force!

Tyce then looks down at Martyn, who is out cold on the mat, and grabs a leg. Tyce taunts the crowd as Martyn comes to…STRAIGHT BOOT TO THE GROIN! The crowd cheers as Tyce will be singing soprano for the rest of the evening!

Mayhem: That has to hurt!

Steve Martyn stumbles back into his corner out of breath. Black Mantis charges and immediately begins assaulting Steve Martyn before he could get back to his feet. He then pulls Martyn the rest of the way up to his feet and tries to throw him over the top rope to the outside, but Martyn finds a way to land on the apron. Mantis has his back turned towards Martyn as he looks to help Tyce. Martyn taps him on the shoulder and Mantis then turns around to see Steve Martyn standing on the apron. Mantis immediately charges him, but whenever he gets to the ropes, Martyn buries his shoulder into Mantis’s guts through the ropes. Mantis stumbles back a few steps but then charges again as Martyn still hangs from the ropes. Just as Black Mantis gets to the ropes, Steve Martyn pulls down on the top rope, sending Mantis to the outside.

Trinks:Steve Martyn and Joe Johnson have both been amazing tonight!

Mayhem: The crowd is really awake for this match!

Joe Johnson is now in the ring as he stands on the opposite side of the ring from Steve Martyn. Joe then makes a mad dash across the ring, leaps over the top rope and crashes onto Black Mantis on the outside, knocking him back towards the floor!!!! The crowd is going crazy as both men are out cold on the outside of the ring. Martyn finally rolls to the outside and starts to help Joe Johnson get to his feet when he is attacked from behind by Tyce. Tyce knocks him to the floor and then whips him hard into the steel ring stairs!!!! He then turns his attention to Joe Johnson. He pulls a lifeless Joe up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. Tyce then slides into the ring himself and begins laying the boots to Joe’s rib cage area. He then pulls Joe up to his feet and places his head between his legs. He lifts Joe up in a powerbomb motion, but Joe begins fighting back with an arrau of desperation punches to Tyce’s skull. The barrage of punches causes Tyce to lose his balance as he falls backwards. Joe falls down on top of him, but immediately gets back to his feet and goes to the ropes. He fires back off of the ropes as Tyce starts to get back to his feet and knocks him back down with a headscissors takedown!!! With Tyce on the mat, Joe stands right next to his body and then hits an elbow drop to the throat. He then goes for a pin attempt, but remembers that he and Tyce are not the legal men and opts instead to go to the outside and climb up to the top rope. He looks to pounce on Tyce, but Black Mantis suddenly shows up on the apron and shoves Joe off of the top rope and lands hard on the mats. Mantis enters the ring and Martyn rolls back in at the same time. Martyn gets to his feet and Mantis backs him into the corner. Tyce is still on the mat hurting!

Mayhem: It looks like the end for Steve Martyn!!!!

Trinks: The ref has lost all control!!!!!!

Mantis runs in for a giant Avalanche, Martyn stumbles out of the corner…DOWNWARD FACING DOG!!!!!! JOHNSON IS STILL NOT MOVING ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!! COVER…

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3!!!!!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this match TYCE AND BLACK MANTIS!!!!!!!!!

As the match has come to an end Joe Johnson and Steve Martyn are in the middle of the ring. Joe holds his hand out offering a handshake to Steve. He has no reason not to trust Joe so instantly obliges with a handshake.

Joe pulls him in close tapping shoulders as he whispers something into the ear of Steve. The face of Martyn drops as whatever has been said has startled him.

Trying to break the handshake Steve can't as Johnson tightens his grip using the pressure points in the hand. Joe has a sickening smirk come across his face as he quickly breaks the handshake and hits a grounded superkick.

The crowd are shocked, some even booing and shouting “You suck Joe” which fuels him even more as he starts stomping on Steve's right ankle. He turns to some of the crowd and mockingly holds his finger up to his mouth signalling them to shut up. They respond with a very loud chorus of boos which makes Joe's smirk even more sinister.

Mayhem: What the...?

As if Steve hadn't taken enough of a beating yet, Joe locks in an ankle lock really wrenching the ankle. The demeanour of Joe isn't what we are use to, the pain of Steve is just fuelling him to cause more pain. It's shocking that no one has come to the aid of Steve and that Joe has turned his back on him and the fans.

Trinks: Things can’t be looking too good for Steve Martyn, now. He should have stuck with acting, folks!

Fighting to break the hold Martyn is sweating because of the pain. Yet Joe has the ankle lock locked in so tight. The sound we hear next isn't one many would like to hear but it seems to please Joe a lot. A loud crack rings out through the arena as Joe has literally snapped the ankle of Steve. His now screaming out in pain as the EMT's run down to the ring. Johnson still hasn't let go and he just gives the EMT's a look. If looks could kill they would all be dead now.

Mayhem: This is just disgusting!

Now bored and seeing the ankle of Steve almost facing the other way, Joe gets up letting the EMT's sort Martyn out. Joe backs up to the turnbuckle and leans against it as the EMT's attend to Martyn. They have managed to get him on a board and slide him on to a stretcher outside the ring. Joe's face expression says it all. Just purely focused on Steve as he runs and jumps on the ropes using it as a springboard to hit a Guillotine Leg Drop.

Trinks: I gotta say, this is one sick and twisted cat, Mama Mayhem!

Blood starts to run from the mouth of Steve as Joe gets up to his feet and brushes himself off. He looks back at the stretcher seeing the EMT's attend to him. Joe just laughs as he now heads up the ramp to the backstage area.

Mayhem: That was just appalling! Joe Johnson is nothing more than a lying, sinister jerkface, Richie!

Trinks: All I can even think to say is that Joe Johnson is certainly the man who sold the world tonight!

Mayhem: Just appalling, Richie! However, I’m being told that Jessica King is standing by looking to garner a word with the World Champion, Ben Hanson!

Violence cuts backstage to where Jessica King is nervously waiting. She’s standing outside the rear entrance to the building, seemingly eager to talk to whomever she has heard has arrived at the building. The door slowly opens and in slips a familiar face, the Revival World Heavyweight Champion, Ben Hanson, not-dressed for action tonight; he wears jeans and tight white v-neck tee. He closes the door behind him and smiles when he spots Jessica standing there.

Ben Hanson: It’s as if you were waiting for me…

He speaks far louder and more clearly than he has done for the last few weeks. Obviously the bruised trachea is well on it’s way to healing.

Jessica King: I heard you would be coming in this way, Ben.

Ben Hanson: Is everything ok?

He picked up on King’s worried tone.

Jessica King: I was walking by your locker room earlier and there was a package left for you outside the door.

Ben Hanson: A package?

Jessica King: Well, an envelope … I picked it up for you before anybody else could get their hands on it…

She says as she hands Ben the A4 sized brown envelope. It has his name scrawled across the front of it in feminine handwriting. It’s still sealed, however, so Ben slips his thumb into the opening and rips across the top, opening the envelope up.

Jessica King: What is it?

Ben Hanson: I don’t know, I haven’t looked inside yet…

He replies as he spreads open the envelope and dips one hand in, retrieving the contents. A single photo with a sticky note attached.

Jessica King: Well, what is it?

King asks once more. There is, however, no response from Hanson.

Jessica King: Ben?

Ben Hanson: It’s a girl.

He says as King leans over to view what turns out to be a sonograph. Hanson places it back into the envelope and silently sulks off out of view of the camera as Jessica King is left wondering exactly why Ben was sent a sonograph.

Mayhem: What in the world? Ben Hanson’s world is falling apart at the seams, and now he gets that? This place is getting a never-ending supply of crazy, folks. Up next, Richie Trinks delivers the interview of his REVIVAL career!

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

The scene returns to the ring, and we find Richie Trinks standing in the center of the ring. His less-than-sincere and mostly perverted smile is spread across his face.

Trinks: Chica’s and chico’s, it’s time for the single greatest interview ever to take place… that’s right, the first face-to-face confrontation between Myke Adams, former World Heavyweight Champion, and Thaddeus Grey, the self-proclaimed “Mr. One Night Stand”. What will happen? Lucky for you all, the time for waiting is over!

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 turns his head on a dime as Innerpartysystems’ “Don’t Stop” quickly overtakes the Slipknot that was once playing.

The crowd let’s out a huge chorus of boo’s. The arena dims to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, 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 Myke Adams, daring him to come after him. Grey steps into the ring, and walks right to the center of the ring, coming face to face with the Sinister Superman for the first time since last week’s punt to the skull. Grey smirks, noticing the slight bruising over Adam’s eye. The lights soon return to normal, and Richie Trinks stands in the center of the ring, acting as a human barrier between the two men. The music dies and soon, only the roar of the crowd is left echoing throughout the arena.

Trinks: Well, guys… these past two weeks have been anything but cordial. In fact, this whole little tiff started because of an accidental bump three weeks ago.

Thaddeus quickly reaches out and pulls the microphone from Richie, before interjecting his own recollection of what had happened.

Thaddeus Grey: No, no, no. Richie… that wasn’t an accidental bump. Myke Adams, the flying flamer from Maryland here purposely bumped into me, showing me nothing but disrespect! He seems to think that it’s okay to treat somebody as less than he, even when I’m clearly this springboard dildo’s superior. No, Myke Adams doesn’t know the first thing about respect, nor the first thing about class.

Thaddeus smirks, pushing the microphone away and stepping back. The crowd lets out a chorus of boos, showering the ring with nothing but disdain.

Trinks: Myke, your thoughts?

Richie points the microphone towards Myke Adams, but Thaddeus quickly pulls the microphone back again. The crowd boos once more.

Thaddeus Grey: Richie, let’s be honest here. Myke Adams is going to say how I’m this disrespectful little punk, who’s “slightly” talented but who’s mouth doesn’t have a f--king stop button. No, Myke’s not going to paint me like that. I’ll tell you what I am. I am one of the greatest in-ring technicians to step foot inside this wrestling ring. I am a guy who’s met every challenge head on, and aside from one misstep, I’ve stayed the course in front of me. Myke Adams however, has met every challenge head on and crashed, before getting lucky enough to benefit from an obvious screw job over Kerry Windsor. And then, when push actually comes to shove--he chokes like some inexperience pole-smoker down in Mexico.

Thaddeus smirks once more, pushing the microphone away and stepping away, leaning on the ropes and looking out into the crowd. Myke’s face is sour, his gaze never leaving Grey. Richie stands there, unsure of how to continue.

Trinks: Okay, well Myke. Thaddeus hasn’t been short on words here tonight, for a man who typically lets their actions speak for them, what can you tell us about how you’re feeling following last week’s punt kick to your skull?

Richie again attempts to give Myke the chance to speak, but Thaddeus reaches in and pulls it away. This time however, Myke grabs the microphone and snarls at Grey.

Myke Adams: ENOUGH!

The crowd lets out an explosive cheer.

Myke Adams: Everytime you come out here, you bore not only me but all of these people with your own little rehearsed speech about how great you are. News flash, Thaddycakes, you’re not that entertaining. You’re not that talented, and to be honest, you’re about as exciting as a fart in the wind.

The crowd explodes once more… Thaddeus’ eyes wide with rage. He goes to pull the microphone once more, but Myke’s grip tightens on the microphone that is currently held in Thad’s grasp, too.

Myke Adams: No, you want to run off at the mouth, you can listen to a bit of your own medicine. You talk about respect, yet every chance you get--you disrespect this place, the legacy that’s been built since it’s inception, and you demean everything that’s been created. I helped build this place--I have helped carry this promotion on my back, giving it my blood, my sweat, my tears, and my heart. There are few of us who have been here since day one, but those of us who have been here have given nothing but our all. And you come in, you talk about being the next big thing--and you throw us all under the bus, hoping to paint yourself as this bright new hope. You don’t know the first thing about respect, Thad. And you don’t know the first thing about class. In fact, you don’t know a goddamn thing, boy!

The erupts into a massive frenzy, almost blowing the roof right off! Thad tries to pull away once more, but Myke just smiles and shakes his head “no”.

Myke Adams: No more games.

Thad looks at him, then the crowd, which is cheering with all of it’s might. Thad licks his bottom lip and nods, before turning away and then looks to deliver a hard right hand to the jaw of Myke Adams! But Myke avoids it and levels Thaddeus Grey with a hard lariat! The crowd is on fire, as Adams starts laying a few kicks into the gut of the downed Grey, who is quick to roll out of the way, using the ropes to pull himself back up! The crowd is on fire, Richie Trinks hightailing it out of the ring. Thad runs at Adams, tackling him to the mat and laying in a few shots of his own. The two men exchanging lefts and rights, rolling about on the canvas. It’s just like a schoolyard brawl! Security starts to rush to the ring, but stops suddenly when Hessingstock yells at them to stop, the crowd amazed that the Board member would allow a fist fight to go on!

Adams and Grey are back to their feet, Adams getting a brunt of the shots to the head, and Grey looks like he’s about to finish him off with a well placed right hook to the jaw, but Adams ducks it and lays a good shot to the gut of Thaddeus Grey! Mr. One Night Stand keels over forward for a moment, leaning against the ropes. When he pulls himself up to a full standing position, Adams clotheslines him over the top rope! The crowd explodes once more as Adams pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the crowd! Quickly Hessingstock rescinds his temporary halt of security and the men rush in, keeping the two brawlers from each other. Adams continuously screaming for Grey’s blood, Grey jaw-jacking, begging Adams to come after him. The crowd is on fire shouting “LET THEM FIGHT!” only for Hessingstock to point to the back, with security pulling them to the back. The crowd boos loudly, echoing their distaste for Hessingstock and his brand of justice.

Trinks: That was one chaos-filled uncomfortable son-of-a-gun, Magpie!

Mayhem: Adams and Grey coming to blows, their hatred for one another boiling over into a fist-fight that had the crowd on their feet!

Trinks: Maggie, they were screaming “Let them fight” which correlates to the fact that this Chicago crowd is as blood-thirsty as a horny-teenage vampire in that twatlice movie!

Mayhem: It’s ‘Twilight’ and Richie, for once you are right!

Kyle Cross is in his seat with the fans. "Defy you" by The Offspring hits and it's time for his match, he jumps the barrier and enters the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing the challenger, standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 238 lbs...”THE SCARRRRRRRED SENTINEL” KYLE CROSS!!!!!!

"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.

Stan Hopeforth: "Ladies and Gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at three hundred and twenty six pounds. From Cambridge, England...GARRETT WOLFCASTLE!!!"

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.

Trinks: Garrett Wolfcastle is a ball of rage, I don’t think that Prime Time title is going anywhere.

Mayhem: Both competitors look ready for the match!

Trinks: They are piercing each other with their stares. This is going to be intense.

The referee checks them both as he explains the rules to them. They are almost nose to nose in the center of the ring. Bell sounds and the match is officially underway as both men begin to circle each other up. They lock up in the center of the ring as Cross pushes Garrett back up against the ropes and they jockey for position. Cross has him into a corner as the referee calls for a break. Cross makes a clean break. The crowd is waking up as the two circle each other up again before they lock up in the middle of the ring once more. The position struggle continues as Garrett has Cross backed into a corner as the referee calls for the break, Garrett shoves Cross in the chest as the crowd boo him. His body language shows he is pleased with his actions and calls for Cross to fight and the two circle each other up again.

Trinks: The Garrett Wolfcastle is one of the most dangerous wrestlers here in Revival Wrestling!

Mayhem: These two monsters are developing some strategy, just firing off warning shots.

They lock up as an aggravated Cross shoves Garrett back into the corner and connects with a HUGE knife edge chop across the chest followed by a back elbow to the neck of Wolfcastle. Cross grabs Wolfcastle out of the corner and swinging him across the ring, Garrett manages to reverse it as Cross hits hard in the corner! Cross measures him up and comes in with a spear into the corner!!! The air escapes Cross’s lungs and he stumbles out of the corner and Garrett runs the ropes…SICK LARIAT! THE COVER!

1..

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KICKOUT BY CROSS!

Trinks: Wolfcastle is really growing as a danger here in Revival every week!

Wolfcastle sends Cross into the ropes…Cross ducks a clothesline…CROSS NAILS A FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK OF HIS OWN!!!! Cross gets back to his feet and lifts up his boot to kick Wolfcastle in the head. At the last second Garrett reaches up and grabs Cross’s boot, He twists and Cross falls to his face, but nails a rising Wolfcastle with a mule kick to the head!!!!!

Mayhem: WHAT A MOVE BY CROSS!!!

Trinks: I thought surely that Wolfcastle was going to get the upperhand. Smart move by Kyle Cross to use his strength and his agility!

Cross lifts Garrett back up to his feet, but he's quickly poked in the eyes. The crowd boo’s Garrett some. Wolfcastle raises his arms to the side soaking in the boo’s. He hammers Cross with a right hand that knocks him back into the ropes and then another one. Garrett swings Cross across the ropes, but he gets reversed! Cross ducks down to deliver a back body drop, but Wolfcastle leaps over him and rolls him up into a sunset flip!

1....

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KICK OUT BY CROSS!! Garrett lifts Cross up and nails a choke slam!!!

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THRE..KICK OUT BY CROSS!! Garrett Wolfcastle stands to his feet as Kyle Cross fights to regroup. He climbs back up to his feet and turns around. Garrett swings a wild haymaker that misses it’s mark. Cross grabs Garrett by the throat and nails a lungblower!!!

Mayhem: That will knock the air out of your lungs quick!

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THRE..KICK OUT BY WOLFCASTLE! They are back up as Garrett charges in and Cross kicks him in the gut...lifts him up...SIT OUT POWERBOMB!

Trinks: I don't know how much more of this Wolfcastle can take!

Mayhem: That would be the case if Wolfcastle were a regular competitor. He is a different breed.

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THRE...KICK OUT BY WOLFCASTLE AGAIN!! Cross gets up and riles up the crowd! They are electric with their cheers!

Trinks: This isn’t the time for that!

Garrett is back up and leaning against the ropes as Cross charges in and clothesline both he and GARRETT over the top ropes to the outside!!! Cross is up to his feet as he grabs Garrett and swings him knees first into the stairs! Wolfcastle hits the floor hard as Cross drops to his knees to try and recover as the official inside is counting. Cross pulls himself back up to his feet and charges Wolfcastle! DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! Cross is busted open! The referee is already at five in the middle of the ring, but the two on the outside are paying no attention!

Mayhem: THEY NEED TO GET BACK IN THE RING!

Trinks: They hear the referee! They’d better get up and get back in the ring!

Mayhem: It looks like these moves with the stairs are going to be the turning point of this match.

Cross and Wolfcastle are back to their feet and hear the count…they both roll into the ring…they begin to brawl…The crowd is reaching a feverish pitch!

Mayhem: This is getting very intense!

Trinks: This match is up in the air!


Garrett finally gets the upperhand in the brawling, Cross swings a wild punch, it misses it’s mark. Garrett sends Cross into the ropes...LIFE SENTENCE!!!!

Mayhem: The building shook with that life sentence!

Trinks: He is out like a light!

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Stan Hopeforth: YOUR WINNER and STILL PRIME TIME CHAMPION…GARRETT WOLFCASTLE!

Mayhem: What a match!

Cameras take us to the Politically Incorrect locker room where Sullivan Aimes and Garrett Wolfcastle are playing "RISK" the game. Lacey is seated next to Sullivan but she is lost in a copy of "Level 26" a suspense novel.

Garrett Wolfcastle: Perhaps it would be wise for us to take our opportunities as they are presented to us brother. The rules surrounding the Primetime Championship dictate that the title be defended each and every week Sullivan, which is something that we should be aware of in regards to opportunities we can take readily advantage of

Sullivan Aimes: I hear ya big guy, but these are some hungry hogs, a group of pigs that don't fly straight. We've got to force our message down their throats until they get the picture.

Garrett Wolfcastle: Never the less brother...

They are interrupted by the sound of Trey Jordan's voice.

Trey Jordan: Whoa! ... Whoa! Easy Drako, The Abusement Park beats that ruby red ass of Six Flags everyday of the week.

Theodore Drake and Trey Jordan enter the locker room and Garrett and Sullivan give them the blankest of stares.

Theodore Drake: Konichiwa bitches!

Drake approaches the table where Aimes and the Primetime Champion are seated.

Theodore Drake: Are you ready for tonight? You get your shot at a member of the board.

Trey Jordan: Drako, if there's one thing thats a guarantee it's the fact that Fat Man Ballentooneyrooney and The Manchester Molester along with Zombie Bitch and Hess Boy are going to get their asses handed to them. We puttin' folks on the shelf like books!

Theodore Drake: And I don't even know how to read! BUH-LEE-DAT!

Trey Jordan and Theodore Drake exit the locker room. Sullivan and Garrett look at each other and then back at the door. Sullivan glances back at Garrett one more time and Garrett chuckles a sinister chuckle behind his mask. Cameras cut back to ringside.

Mayhem: Next up ladies and gentlemen, we have a match pitting two former friends and allies against each other. The Cornerstone, Kerry Windsor and Revival’s commissioner Rian Valiant.

A video package cues up and begins playing, showing all of the events that led to this point.

Mayhem: Ever since Glory, Kerry Windsor has been on a rampage. The man seems possessed almost, his sole intent, to get his hands on Ben Hanson and presumably the World Heavyweight title.

Trinks: Well that’s what Hanson and everyone else around here would want you to believe, but honestly Maggie, I have never seen Kerry Windsor this fired up, and it’s hard for me to believe that the World Heavyweight title, is the reason for his anger. Sure Kerry may have come up with his conspiracy theories and all after Violence X, but even then, he didn’t take things as far as he’s doing now Maggie.

Mayhem: Well jealousy can make a man do some strange things Richie, including turning on his friends. It all started two weeks ago, when Kerry Windsor was banned from the arena by the Board of Directors. Kerry showed up anyway and was confronted by security and the commissioner.

Trinks: Valiant should have minded his business, because Kerry didn’t take too kindly to the news.

Mayhem: Kerry went on to attack the commissioner, breaking his nose in the process. Very unhappy with Kerry’s actions and his disregard to the ban, Rian Valiant announced just last week, that the Board of Director’s would not give Kerry Windsor a shot at Ben Hanson and the World Heavyweight title as long as Ben was the champion as a direct result of Kerry’s misconduct over the last few weeks.

Trinks: But it seems that not every Board member is against Kerry’s showing of aggression, as a matter of fact, Sam Hessingstock seems to be counting on it, as he’s booked Valiant in a match against the Cornerstone here tonight, as a sort of punishment for interrupting in his affairs at the end of last weeks show.

Mayhem: Former friends, now opponents here tonight. Let’s head to Stan Hopeforth, for the introductions.

Stan Hopeforth: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first …..

“Pretender” by Foo Fighters slowly starts up, after awhile as the song picks up the crowd bursts into cheers as Rian Valiant comes out on the stage! He is wearing his silver and black wrestling gear, a pair of wrestling tights complete with a huge ‘V’ over the front.

Stan Hopeforth: Making his way to the ring, The Commissioner of Revival Wrestling, RIIIANNNNN VALIAAANNNTTTT

Valiant heads down the aisle, his expression serious. He reaches out and tags an occasional hand, but he seems to be focused and mentally ready for the upcoming match.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, hailing from Des Moines, Iowa. He Is THE CORNERSTONE, KERRRYYYYY WINDSOOORRR!!!

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.”

The voice of Kerry Windsor can be heard as the opening sounds of “Enemy Within” by Rev Theory begins to fill the arena.

"Ain’t got nothing to fake
Ain’t got nothing to prove
Another loose cannon
I’m a bad motherfucker
And I ain’t got nothing to lose …"

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The crowd breaks into a chorus of boos as Mister Revival himself, Kerry Windsor storms through the curtain. He stops for a second and gazes around, taking in the unwelcome reception. He gives a sinister smile as he raises his hands into the air, and fireworks begin to shoot off.

"I don’t need your hidden agenda
I don’t need what you’re trying to sell
All I see is another pretender
Sit back and watch me set the.."

As the display comes to a finish, Kerry lowers his arms and stalks down towards the ring. His demeanor is serious as he heads down the walkway, completely ignoring the fans who are yelling and shouting at him. He breaks into a run, sliding into the ring.

As soon as he hits the ring, Commissioner Valiant runs forward and instantly starts putting some boots to him, which draws a massive pop from the crowd.

Mayhem: And look at the Commissioner go Richie! He’s really laying into Windsor with those boots!

Trinks: Valiant better do everything he can Maggie! You saw the beating Windsor put on him a couple of weeks ago, I’m pretty sure Valiant will do anything not to suffer that same fate again.

In the ring, Valiant has Windsor to his feet now, and he’s raining down a barrage of punches to Kerry’s face. The ref signals for the bell, and the match is officially underway! Valiant backs Kerry into the ropes, and whips him across the ring. Kerry grabs the ropes and stops himself from bouncing back. Valiant seems to anticipate this move however and charges forward delivering a hard clothesline that sends Kerry flipping back over the ropes and crashing to the outside. The fans erupt again as Kerry slams to the floor. Valiant, stalks around in the ring, motioning for Kerry to get back inside.

Mayhem: Wow, I have never seen Rian Valiant this aggressive before Richie! He is taking the fight to Kerry Windsor!

Trinks: Me neither Maggie! Kerry must have really gotten under the skin of the commish these past couple of weeks!

On the outside of the ring, Kerry rises to his feet and rubs at his jaw. He flashes an amused smirk as Valiant beckons him back into the ring. Kerry attempts to slide into the ring, and Valiant rushes him, trying to put some more boots to him before he can fully get in. Kerry expects this however, and slides back out of the ring just as Valiant’s boot crashes heavily to the mat. Kerry then reaches in and grabs Valiant by the ankle and slides him out of the ring and onto the floor which draws serious jeers from the audience.

Trinks: Oh how quickly the tide can turn. Valiant’s aggression cost him right there Maggie. Kerry was counting on Valiant going for the attack and goaded him into a vulnerable position.

Mayhem: Very smart move by The Cornerstone there, as he now looks to take control of this match. As much as I may disagree with his actions as of late, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s quite the ring technician.

Kerry gives Valiant a hard and swift kick to the side, before he reaches down and grabs Valiant by the back of the head. He then lifts the commish to his feet, pelting him in the face with a hard right hand in the process, that sends Valiant staggering backwards. Kerry keeps on the offensive as he stalks behind Valiant. He delivers a knee to the gut, before spinning around and tossing Rian back into the ring, just as the ref hits a count of 5.

Kerry slides into the ring and rushes towards Valiant, who has crawled to a kneeling position and delivers a sick twisting toe kick that lands flush against the commissioner’s jaw. Valiant slumps to the mat clutching at the side of his face as Kerry stands over him shaking his head.

Kerry Windsor: You did this to yourself Rian!

Kerry lifts the commissioner back to a kneeling position, before Valiant fires off a hard right to Kerry’s gut. Kerry keels over and Valiant follows with a thrusting chop to Windsor’s throat. Kerry stumbles back clutching at his throat, giving the commissioner the time he needs to get back to his feet. As Kerry turns back around, he walks right into the arms of an awaiting Valiant who scoops him up and body slams him down to the mat. Valiant then follows the move up with a reverse chin lock.

Mayhem: Nice move by our commissioner, and a good choice here to slow things down a bit.

The ref checks in on Kerry, asking if he wants to submit. Kerry yells no as he twists his body around and fights to a kneeling position. He drives an elbow into the commissioner’s stomach which causes the commish to loosen his grip. Kerry then springs to his feet and bursts towards the ropes. He bounces off and heads back towards Valiant, catching him with a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker.

Valiant rolls on the mat and ends up in a seated position. Kerry pushes back to his feet and charges, launching towards Valiant, looking to hit him with a dropkick, but Valiant rolls out of the way. Kerry crashes to the mat back first as Valiant rolls to his feet. Valiant goes for an elbow drop, but Kerry rolls away this time, causing Valiant to hit nothing but mat. Both men then roll to a kneeling position, glaring at one another as the crowd applauds that nice little exchange.

Mayhem: You know, people seem to forget this, but our commissioner is no slouch in that ring, and he’s proving it right now against the inaugural Heavyweight Champion.

Trinks: Yes, Valiant was quite the competitor Maggie, but he’s no Kerry Windsor, let’s make that clear right here and right now. He’s doing a good job ducking and dodging, but it’s only a matter of time before it’s back to square one and a hospital bed for the commissioner!

Both men rise to their feet, and circle each other. Finally they lock up, and Kerry quickly puts Valiant in a hammerlock. Valiant delivers a hard elbow that smashes into the side of Windsor’s head, before reversing the position and putting Windsor into a hammerlock.

Kerry reaches back, and grabs Valiant by the head, dropping down and flipping him over with a snap mare. Valiant lands in a seated position. Kerry leans back and bounces off of the ropes, flipping over Valiant and grabbing his head in the process for a neck snap. Valiant slingshots back onto the mat as Kerry rolls to his feet and dashes towards the ropes without missing a beat. He springboards off of the ropes, twisting his body in the air and nailing a leg drop onto the commissioner. He then goes for a pin. The ref drops down to count.

One …

Mayhem: This could be over Richie ….

Two …

Trinks: No! Our commissioner isn’t smart enough to stay down and kicks out at the count of two.

Mayhem: Rian Valiant is a warrior Richie. He never asked for this fight, but best believe he won’t back down from it.

Kerry snatches Valiant up, and pushes him into the corner turnbuckle now. He whips Rian into the opposite turnbuckle and charges after him, leaping into the air for a splash. Unfortunately for Kerry, Valiant sidesteps him, and Kerry crashes into the turnbuckle. Kerry staggers back, clutching his chest. Valiant sneaks behind him and rolls him up.

One ….

Mayhem: Uh-Oh, Valiant with the roll up!

Two …

Trinks: Kick out Kerry!!!

Thre---- NO! Kerry manages to kick out at the very last second, much to the chagrin of the crowd. They let out a disappointed groan as Rian Valiant was literally a nano-second away from pulling off what many would consider to be the upset.

Both men roll to their feet. Kerry rushes at Valiant, but his momentum is stopped by a boot to the gut. Valiant drapes Kerry’s arm over his neck and hoists him into the air for a suplex. Kerry flips out of it though, landing behind Valiant. As soon as Valiant turns around, Kerry hoists him onto his shoulders and flashes a sinister smirk before dropping the Commissioner down to the mat with a “Lowered Expectations” Samoan Driver.

Trinks: That could be it Maggie! I think Valiant is done! He fought the good fight, but like I said, it was only a matter of time before Kerry turned on the jets and put the commish to rest!

Mayhem: Look at how Windsor’s just sitting there, laughing at Valiant, mocking him. That was supposed to be his friend Richie!

Trinks: Well you heard what Kerry had to say earlier in the week didn’t ya Magz? Rian Valiant threw their friendship out the window a long time ago. He was never there for Kerry! You people make me sick always trying to make Kerry look like the bad guy!

The crowd is relentless in their booing of Windsor, but he seems to be eating it up. He slowly crawls towards the fallen Valiant, and hovers over him, yelling a bunch of stuff in his face. He then grabs Valiant by the head and slowly begins to lift him back up. Kerry is back on his feet, and Valiant is in a kneeling position, throwing a weak assortment of punches that aren’t having any effect on Kerry whatsoever. Kerry just looks down at Valiant and shakes his head in disgust.

Mayhem: Things aren’t looking good for Valiant here Richie.

Trinks: That Samoan Driver took the wind right out of the poor commissioners sails.

Kerry brings Valiant to a standing position now, and Valiant lunges at him with one more desperation haymaker. Kerry swiftly sidesteps the punch, grabbing Valiant’s arm out of the air and locking him into a Hammerlock position. He then turns Valiant around and drives him straight into the mat with a wicked looking Hammerlock Reverse STO.

Mayhem: Impressive move by Windsor! I haven’t seen that from him before.

Trinks: The signs of a great competitor Maggie! Forever adding to his arsenal! He calls that move “The Most Hated”.

Mayhem: And I guess rightfully so Richie! Listen to this crowd, they’re really letting him have it!

The crowd is thunderous with their boos as Kerry stands and lifts him arms into the air. He looks down at the fallen Valiant and then glances off to the side where something seems to catch his eye. He glances back down at Valiant, and then all of a sudden, a sick and sadistic smile makes its way onto his face as if he just got an idea. Instead of attempting a pin, Kerry stomps towards the ropes and rolls out of the ring.

Mayhem: What in the world is Windsor doing Richie? Valiant is down and out, all Kerry has to do is go for the pin.

Trinks: I don’t think he intends on letting Valiant off the hook so easily Magz.

On the outside, Kerry pushes the timekeeper out of his seat and snatches up the chair. He folds it up, and then slides it back into the ring.

Mayhem: Windsor has that chair, doesn’t he realize he’ll get himself disqualified?

Trinks: I really don’t think he cares too much about that at this point Maggie. Winning and losing seems to be irrelevant to him at this point. I think it’s all about sending a message, and this really isn’t looking good for Valiant.

Kerry hops to his feet, wielding the chair as Valiant is making movements now on the mat. The referee storms over towards him, yelling at Windsor to drop the chair, Kerry pays him no mind. The ref then reaches for the chair, trying to rip it from Kerry’s hands, and Kerry gives him a forceful shove, sending the referee crashing down to the mat. Kerry stands poised and ready as he watches Valiant slowly make his way to a knee.

Mayhem: No! Don’t do it Kerry! Valiant doesn’t deserve this!

As Valiant gets to his feet, Kerry rushes forward and slams the steel chair into his face with a sickening THUD. Valiant spins around and crumples to the floor chest first. From the mat, the referee signals for the bell. Kerry turns his gaze toward the referee, and brings the chair down across the ref’s back before using his boot to push the ref out of the ring. He then turns back around, focusing his attention on the fallen commissioner.

Mayhem: Someone needs to get in there!

A foreign maniacal look is plastered on Kerry’s face, as he slowly lifts the chair above his head. In a swift moment, he brings the chair crashing down onto the body of Rian Valiant, then again, and again and again, and again. The crowd seems to be in shock at the display of violence.

Mayhem: Oh my God, Kerry Windsor has totally lost it Richie. I don’t even know --- NO KERRY!!! NO!!!!!

Kerry reaches down and rolls Valiant over onto his back.

Kerry Windsor: THERE IS NO SAVING HIM VALIANT! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!

Kerry tucks the edge of the chair under the Commissioner’s throat, and drives the chair straight into it, just as he did to Ben Hanson weeks before. Valiant flops around the ring, clutching his throat as little droplets of blood begin to splatter on the mat.

Trinks: We need medical assistance out here ASAP. Valiant is coughing up blood. This is just … this is just sad Maggie. I know Kerry wants to prove a point, but this … this is too much.

Windsor walks to the ropes and asks for a microphone. The medical staff swarms into the ring, and immediately begin to check on Valiant. Kerry finally gets the microphone he asked for, and offers a twisted smile to the crowd.

Kerry Windsor: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION …. RIAN VALIANT!!!!

Kerry’s sarcastic announcement is met with a chorus of boos, and various objects are tossed into the ring. Kerry saunters over towards the medical staff, and points at The Commissioner, his face quickly growing serious.

Kerry Windsor: Yet … he doesn’t look like much of a winner now does he? Almost in the same sense, that the man you all revere and stand behind, the man you uphold as your standard of all that is right, isn’t really what he appears to be. Looks truly can be deceiving, and not everything in this world is as it seems. Yes, I am talking about the man you call champion, Ben Hanson, and I ask you, Where is he now? Huh? What kind of man idly sits by and allows another man to be punished for the sins that he has committed?

Kerry stops for a moment, doing a slight rotation as he scans the crowd.

Kerry Windsor: That’s exactly what this is. Rian Valiant is paying for Ben Hanson’s sins, why? Because Ben Hanson isn’t man enough to pay for them himself. Instead, he tries to hide behind the Board, and their pawns, [he motions to Valiant[ he tries to hide behind false accusations and lies, and most importantly, he tries to hide behind all of you, all in an attempt to maintain and uphold his precious little reputation. All in an attempt to remain righteous in your eyes. Well I’ll tell you this, Revival Nation, your champion Ben Hanson is a coward, and he will atone for what he has done. The Board of Directors can do whatever they want to, to try and keep me away from him. They can put whatever measures and precautions into place to try and keep their “Golden Boy” safe, but as I’ve said before … there is no saving him. You may not get it now Revival Nation … but soon … soon you’ll all understand.

Kerry drops the mic and glares once again at the medical staff as they are working diligently on Commissioner Valiant. He shakes his head at the sight, before dropping and rolling out of the ring, and heading towards the back.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

As Valiant lays on the mat, the medical staff still attending his horrific injury, a sudden scream is heard of RELEASE ME!!

The crowd immediately begin to boo as the from suddenly lights up, a slow sarcastic clap coming from it as we see Samuel Hessingstock sat within his board of directors office.

Hess: Great...work...

He smiles through his facepaint.

Hess: No...seriously, fantastic stuff...just so happens though...Valiant...that I've just proven something. You DON'T try to compete with me. YOU don't put me in matches only YOU want to see...otherwise you get...destroyed...and I end up with...COMPLETE...control.

Mayhem: WHAT?!?!

Hess: That's right. Pooler is nowhere to be seen and...Valiant is out cold so I'm the...ONLY board member...which means...next week will be...the night of hatred. Peoples own fears will...come to life...and I...I will...finally get what I've been looking for...and it starts...right now...Windsor. Kerry, my...friend...I would like you to do me a favour next week and demolish that insufferable Kyle Cross...and if you wish, Mykeal also...everyone will get a shot at Mykeal...as he will face...an unknown entity next week...yes, the supermans shot on top is over as I FORCE him to face...whoever...I feel like...on the night.

The screen goes dark but returns to life with...REAL Show Trey Jordan, a solid mix of jeers and cheers echoes from the capacity crowd.

Jordan is standing there with a broad smile looking down to his left... his eyes hidden behind designer Aviators with a black sleeveless "Aime 4 Abusement Park" tee over his chest. Trey J looks to the right now as the camera peers out farther and we see Theodore Drake smoking on a cigar next to him.

Trey Jordan: Yo, ya see what I mean here Drako?! This guy is a straight up Oscar.

Theodore Drake: Ya mean as in the grouch?

Jordan nods with a smirk, he and Drake then shake their heads as the camera pulls out even farther as we see a 'mini' dumpster with trash sailing out of it... they hear commotion inside and a muffled voice. Trey J and Theo Drake step closer to the small green dumpster as a voice can be heard inside...

Voice in dumpster: Oh there you are, I thought I had lost you Britty my love. Come to me...

Trey J pulls the shades from his eyes and gives Drake a stunned expression. Drake shakes his head and takes a long drag off his stogie.

Theodore Drake: Sounds like trash can erotica in there Trey J!

Trey Jordan: Ugh... Yo, I don't need any mental images burning through these God gifted browns.

And with that Trey kicks the side of the dumpster and shouts out!

Trey Jordan: YO! GET YO'ASS OUTTA THAT DUMPSTER!

A moment later the top flies open and out crawls a small person dressed again in tattered and stained clothes with an obvious fake 'scar' and 'beard' over his face. Trey J holds a hand to his chest and gives a half assed stunned gasp... Drake blows smoke at the little guy and laughs.

Theodore Drake: Fag Ballerina. Shoulda known that one... Whose in there with ya you lil shit?!

The little man dressed like 'Fagan' reaches in and pulls out what looks like a toy 'bomb'. Old school Looney Tunes style and all, round black ball with a lighting wick on top. It is crudely painted with red 'lips' and 'girly' eyes and has an English styled flag sticker on it's backside. Jordan snatches the 'bomb' from the little man and shakes his head.

Trey Jordan: Now what tha hell is this, yo?! Yo two softy bitches gettin freaky before the Main Event in here?

Theodore Drake: Wow.

Trey Jordan tosses the 'British Bomb' to Theo then grabs the lil guy by his stained shirt. He tugs him in and easily lifts him to eye level.

Trey Jordan: The REAL one isn't playing around with this Fagan Ballenteenyweeny. Yo ass in tha Britty Bummer need to watch yo backs.

Theodore Drake: Trey J this thing is sticky man!

Trey J gives Drake a disgusted and shocked glance and then hoist the small man over his head, the crowd rattling with jeers and laughs as Jordan gorilla presses the lil guy and tosses him head first back into the dumpster. Banana peels, crumpled paper and more comes flying out with the huge bang of the guy hitting the bottom of the dumpster. Drake quickly tosses back in the British Bomb and Trey J kicks the dumpster as it appears to be on wheels and goes screeching farther down the corridor before banging into a wall and capsizing... the lil guy, his Bomb and all the trash dump everywhere.

Trey Jordan: Now that's what I call dumpster diving yo.

Theodore Drake: Somethings wrong with that guy...

And like that the RevOtron fades off as Trey slides back on his shades, Theodore Drake takes another puff of his cigar and the two walk off...

Stan Hopeforth: Okay folks it's that time again! Another Violence MAIN EVENT! Ready for the mayhem?!

The crowd explodes in a resounding chorus of cheers. The arena dims now as "Back in Black" by AC/DC cues up and starts to play out through the P.A.

Stan Hopeforth: Heading to the ring first the team of our former Primetime champion and current Legacy champion... FAGAN BALLENTINE AND THE BRITISH BOMBER!!!

Out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber and Fagan Ballentine to loud cheers from the fans, they make their way down to the ring, slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing, Fagan and Bomber then get to their corner and begin to talk over strategy.

Stan Hopeforth: And their first opposition in this Main Event three way tag team contest... the duo from Politically Incorrect... TREY JORDAN AND SULLIVAN AIMES!!!

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 Trey Jordan. 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 Trey Jordan slowly follows to ringside, jawing with some of the fans before removing his designer shades and sleeveless "Aime 4 Abusement Park" black tee. The two of them crack jokes and motion at the team of Fagan and Bomber.

Stan Hopeforth: And the third and final team for this contest... THE HATER SAMUEL HESSINGSTOCK AND ALYX SAINT CROIX!!!!

CLICK.

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

RELEASE ME!!

BOOM!

The stage ignites suddenly with green pyro around the outskirts as Samuel and Alyx appear up on the stage. They look out to the crowd who all boo wildly as they walk slowly down to the ring.

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

Sam now begins to sprint down to the ring, picking up speed before sliding under the bottom rope. He stands suddenly as the song skips to the chorus. Alyx right at his side sprinting as well and sliding in side by side.

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

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

DING! DING!

Trinks: There's the bell... this should be interesting. I'm pulling for P.I. all the way!

Mayhem: How could I have ever assumed otherwise Rich. Sullivan and Trey J together, that's one Windsor short of a wet dream for you isn't it?

Trinks: The fifth. That's how I'm taking that question... ha ha.

The referee gives the rules a run down then demands teams exit a partner each, allowing one person from each team to remain in the ring. Jordan, Fagan, and Alyx leave the ring for their respective teams. Now Hess, Bomber, and Aimes circle and look for an entry point to get this thing going. The three collide in the center of the ring as the crowd gets loud, Aimes reels Hess with a sudden euro uppercut but no sooner than he does TBB levels Aimes with a vicious clothesline. Before Bomber can even turn Hess is back and he whips himself through the air and cracks a vile Enzuguri into TBB's head! CRACK! The crowd even awes the impact as Bomber goes down...

Mayhem: That'll rattle even the best!

Hessingstock turns his painted face back towards Sullivan whose digging up from the mat. They tie up and Hess easily goes under and around Aimes, taking his wrist and twisting his arm behind him. WHAM! A forearm crushes Sullivan's arm against his lower back. Hess keeps the momentum and runs Aimes chest first into the near by turnbuckles before planting him with an explosive back suplex over the mat! The crowd vicious now as they boo the Hater. Hess shaking his head as he rises and turns right into a now risen Bomber. TBB starts laying into Hess with rights and lefts, knocking him back and sending him reeling into the ropes. Hess rebounds out and TBB ducks down before standing tall and BACK DROPPING Hess BIG time over the canvas!

Trinks: Ah, that was some height there!

Mayhem: Freefallin a bit was Samuel.

Hess arches his back after a huge impact as Bomber tags in Fagan and together they go after Sullivan Aimes. The referee tries to get involved however as TBB and Fagan pull up Aimes, Trey J hits the scene. He clobbers Bomber from behind and then starts trading shots with Fagan. From behind the ref, Alyx has entered and drug Sam to their corner. She watches leaned down at the chaos breaking loose. The referee tries to get order now as Trey J is going punch for punch with Fagan... the crowd booing as the ref breaks them apart and forces both TBB and Trey to exit to their corners. As Aimes now pulls himself up via the ropes, Fagan calls out in agony as he gets bend backward over both Alyx's knees with a vile lungblower!!! She shoves the big guy off her knees and then rushes by Aimes as he looks to come off the ropes and clothesline her... Alyx leaps up and corkscrews off the top buckle with a twisting body attack... but Aimes dodges and she crashes over nothing but the canvas... Aimes staggers forward and makes the tag to Trey J now.

Trinks: Shit just got REAL Magz!

Mayhem: Oh brother...

Trey J ducks into the ropes with a head full of steam, as Alyx gathers her feet and turns the REAL Show steam rolls her in two with a vicious high impact spear... aka the Goal Line Stand. He kip ups after the impact and winks out at the jarred crowd. Trey then goes after the still downed Fagan. Stomping over the big guy over and over... Jordan finally pulls Fagan up and pelts a huge right hand across his face. Trey shoves at Fagan and Irish whips him, but the former Primetime champ reverses the whip and lands an explosive twisting body slam on the REAL Show!!!

Trinks: NO!

Mayhem: That was a huge slam!

Trey J calls out as his back arches now, Alyx digging on her elbows to get the tag out to Hess now. But just as her hand looks to tag out the crowd cheer as Fagan grabs both her ankles and drags her back into the mix. He allows St. Croix to scurry up and she starts looking to pelt punches at Fagan. The crowd cheering and whistling as Ballentine shrugs them off, shaking his head and pounding a defiant fist over his chest!

Trinks: WHAT?! Is he 'hulkin' up in there!?

Mayhem: Ha, it does appear so!

The crowd's cheers turn sour however as Samuel Hessingstock sails into the scene from the top of his corner! He spears down Fagan with force and leaps up with a sickly grin evident even under his Jokerish paint. The ref pushes at Hessingstock and demands his exit. The crowd loud however as Alyx ducks down over the fallen Fagan and starts punching at his head. Sam turns to leave with his grin but it fades as he bumps chest to chest with a once again risen REAL Show. Trey kicks the surprised Sam in the gut and then lands a wild modified swinging Implant DDT! The impact is huge as Sam bounces off the mat and rolls under the ropes and out of the ring... Trey now tags back in Aimes, and together they go after Alyx!

Trinks: P.I. baby! Alyx better just get out, let'em mash up Faggy.

Mayhem: Whoa, watch how ya nick name him... Okay Richie?

Trinks: I say what my tongue desires little lady. No apologies.

Alyx screams as Aimes grabs up her hair and forces her to her feet, he kicks at the high flier and folds her over as Trey J grabs her up, TBB trying to enter has the ref distracted as Trey lands a brutal gut wrench powerbomb onto Alyx... just as she crashes over the mat Aimes comes off a springboard from the top rope and guillotine leg drops her throat and head!!! He hooks the leg as Trey exits and shouts for the ref... The ref turns and drops...

ONE!
TWO!!
THR... FAGAN BREAKS IT UP!

Mayhem: Oh very close there!

Bomber sighs in relief then tries to rally the crowd to get behind Ballentine. And they do, Fagan pushing back to his feet as Aimes stomps at the fallen Alyx. Fagan brings out screams of delight as he spins around Sullivan and decks him with a huge right hand! Aimes goes down but scrambles back up only to get right handed two more times to the mat. The third one keeps him there... Fagan now leans down to grab up Aimes and drags at him by his dreads towards Bomber. TBB gets the fresh tag in as the two of them stomp Aimes into the corner, the referee trying to break up the double team allows Hess to return to action with a 'blind' tag over Alyx.

Trinks: That's hardly legal...

Mayhem: He is the boss now, ya know that right Rich?

Trinks: Please don't remind me!

Hess slams into the back of Fagan and Bomber with a double clothesline. Crushing them over Aimes in the corner, as Sam staggers back Bomber turns and charges him in anger. Sam monkey flips TBB over and onto the canvas. But as Sam rises for more Trey J has got in faster than the ref could halt him and plows into Hess from the side with a huge forearm shot. As Aimes comes up out of the corner, Fagan heads to help Bomber up but howls as Aimes drills him with a swift kick between the legs.

Mayhem: CHEAP SHOT!

Trinks: The ref has lost control... Geez.

Aimes calls out to Trey and Jordan ducks as Aimes paintbrushes a dropkick that knocks Hess to the mat. Together they hoist up Fagan and the REAL Show lifts him into a fireman's carry before landing a brutal modified DDT... THE SHOWS OVER connects on Fagan! Aimes grabbing Ballentine's leg and snatching him up into the Main Atrocity.

Mayhem: P.I.'s double team has Fagan in a bad way right now! Here comes Alyx and the Bomber though!

Trinks: I think the ref has given up on controlling this thing.

As Trey turns he gets a gut kick and Stunner from TBB! The BOMB connects and bounces Trey J over onto his back. TBB now kicks Aimes off Fagan and shoves him through the ropes... Alyx hears Sam whistle to her as he tosses her a steel chair... the referee warning her, but Hess slides into the ring and tugs at the ref... they argue a bit over the situation... but as Bomber turns from Trey WHACK St. Croix smacks the chair off his crown and drops over him to hook the leg. She shoves the chair from the ring as the crowd boos their heads off and Hessingstock demands the ref make the count or risk his own job.

Mayhem: This isn't right...

Trinks: Talk about an abuse of power!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winners... SAMUEL HESSINGSTOCK AND ALYX SAINT CROIX!!!

Sam and Alyx throw up their arms jubilantly and quickly duck from the ring. Aimes having slid in with a chair of his own, Sullivan tugs at Trey J and helps the REAL Show to his feet. They scan the ring and see both Fagan and Bomber still down... Through the ropes Alyx grabs back up the dinged steel chair and smirks ear to ear.

Mayhem: The worse part is they are proud of it! Proud of what they just did!

Trinks: Sam told Valiant not to push him, he did. I just never could imagine... what will next week be like?! What if Rian Valiant can't come back!?

Mayhem: Thank your boy Windsor there, Richie.

As Trey J and Sullivan jaw jack out at them, Alyx and Hess simply back up the aisle with giant smirks. Frustrated Aimes brings out more booing as he cracks the chair in his hands down over Fagan's back! He slams it down and nods at Trey Jordan... they hit the ropes and duck out. Charging up the aisle way towards Hess and Alyx. St. Croix and Hessingstock hit the curtains and are long gone as P.I. gives chase... in the ring Bomber sits up clutching his head in a daze. He sees Fagan face down on the mat with the steel chair laying over him...

Trinks: Bomber isn't happy that ref better get outta Dodge!!

Mayhem: Folks this was just wrong, and next week from what I am gathering Samuel Hessingstock will be in total control with Valiant hurt and Pooler MIA...

Trinks: What the hell is gonna happen?! I'm scared Maggie... hold me.

Mayhem: Uh, see ya next week folks.

The scene slowly fades to black as we see Bomber checking on Fagan and arguing with the referee of the contest. We are finally left with simply the HBO logo.