VIOLENCE 18 Results Sept. 27th 2012

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

[Outside of the United Center minutes after cameras begin rolling for the night][/color]

The protesters have begun picketting Revival’s Violence. “Dog KILLER” “Don’t support Animal Abuse” “Hessingstock is a MONSTER” “Ban REVIVAL” and various other signs are held as they chant for the downfall of Samuel Hessingstock and HBO’s Revival. Along with the protesters, there are a couple cop cars around the arena trying to keep the protest civil. The police of Chicago have been trying to grant access to the United Center and get ahold of Rian Valiant to inform him that charges have been filed against Samuel Hessingstock for unethical treatment of an animal leading to it’s death.

Officer #1: We need to enter into this building and if you keep standing there, we will have you taken in for obstruction of Justice. This is a serious matter Mr...?

Revival’s large doorman Big Blue chuckles.

Big Blue: Big Blue and you buy a ticket just like everyone else does around here.

Officer #2: Okay then Mr. Blue. How much is a ticket?

Big Blue: Well for most people $80 but since you are cops, $50 a piece. It is a great deal.

Tickets normally are $30 regularly and thus Blue is hustling the cops like a boss. They protest but fish out their wallets for cash in exchange for ticket stubs. He collects the money and motions them inside with a smile.

The camera cuts back inside of the packed arena and the empty ring. It scans over the people in attendance and then over the P.A comes...

RELEASE ME!!

The scream is heard, boos erupting as we barely even start our broadcast for the show. Samuel Hessingstock, laden with thick face paint and a matching Alyx St. Croix follows behind him. The boos are manic and frantic as he takes a walk, covered from head to toe in a black suit, down the ramp and towards the ring.

He paces up the stairs as Alyx holds the ropes open for him. He steps between the ropes, and holds them open in return as she steps through. He calls for a microphone, large smile on his face as the crowd barely lets him talk through boos.

Hess: Ding...Dong...the witch...is...dead.

The crowd roars further at the opening statement.

Hess: And as a result...I am now...running the show. So buckle up, and welcome to the asylum, inmates. Tonight is Hessingstocks night of fun and you're...all invited...to see the DESTRUCTION of Mykeal...Adams.

The crowd chant Myke! Myke! Myke! as Sam leaves the ring, a.large smile on his face with Alyxandrea close behind.

A bass line begins over the PA system as the lights dim within the arena, the crowd all standing from their seats with a massive ovation. Drums kick in over the bass, with then a couple of guitar strums joining in. A small shred on the guitar begins before lyrics.

"Listen up, there's not a moment to spare, it's quite a drop from the top so how're you feeling down there?
It's quite a cold, cruel, harsh reality, caught stuck with your enemies."

"Enemies" by Shinedown continues to play over the system as videos of the talent in other places continues to play over the tron screen. The camera cuts to the announce booth where a female sits alongside a perm haired male in a purple suit.

Mayhem: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME to Revival's Violence edition eighteen, I am Maggie Mayhem, sat next to Richie Trinks and tonight may well be...Revival's darkest day...

Trinks: No kiddin Magster, Tonight, as we've just seen is Samuel Hessingstocks first night in charge!

Mayhem: It came at the hands of Kerry Windsor who demolished the commissioner last week, and now, Samuel Hessingstock has forced Myke Adams into tricky situation of a match, where he could end up facing the whole locker room!

Trinks: Yup, and his girlfriend, Sydney Laroux will face Alyx St. Croix in a return match from a few weeks ago!

Mayhem: But first, it's the toughest of challenges ahead for the largest member of the roster, as Garrett Wolfcastle faces a gauntlet, where again, the whole roster could be in line for a shot!

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena as the crowd burst into a chorus of cheers. Sure enough, right on cue, the REVIVAL World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Metal Heart’ Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain is his casual clothing; a pair of jeans and one of his own merchandise tees, the black one with the steel coloured heart emblazoned on it.

Trinks: Looks like the champion wants to grace us with his presence this week.

Mayhem: He was mysteriously absent after receiving a sonogram last week. Rumors are he left the building.

Trinks: And he left Rian Valiant high and dry and prone to attack. And this is the man we call a champion?

Mayhem: So did the rest of the roster! Even our board member, Samuel Hessingstock encouraged that attack.

By now Hanson has slapped hands with all the willing fans on the way down the aisle, the lucky few even getting to stroke the golden belt hung on his shoulder. He climbs up the ring steps and enters through the middle ropes before climbing up the turnbuckle, posing with the belt high in the air as the crowd cheer again. A few seconds pass before Hanson climbs down and takes the microphone that the ring hand is offering to him. His music dies down as Ben begins to speak.

Ben Hanson: Hello Chicago!

Oh my, the cheap pop never fails.

Ben Hanson: Now, a lot has been made of the board’s decision to ban Kerry Windsor from receiving a World title shot–

The crowd cheer, except for the small section of #TeamKerry fans who boo the decision.

Ben Hanson: They say that The Cornerstone is getting jipped. They say the board are protecting me from ‘Mr. Revival’. People are screaming foul play left, right and center. And for one am I sick of it! I am sick and tired of being called a coward by the people who attack The British Bomber four-on-one. I am tired of being called corrupt by the man who attacks our commissioner not once, but twice. And his minions, his #TeamKerry members hounding me telling me that people aren’t getting their title shots … the ones they ‘deserve’.

Hanson makes the air quotes sign on the word deserve. The crowd aren’t quite sure how to react to what’s being said.

Trinks: Is it wise to call out so many people, Magz?

Mayhem: I don’t know, Richie. But I’m trusting that our champion has a plan.

Ben Hanson: Does Kerry Windsor deserve a title shot?

Most of the fans scream yes; a small minority disagree, but nearly everyone in the arena wants to see Hanson vs. Windsor II.

Ben Hanson: Now when I ask this, I’m saying that Kerry Windsor is an inept wrestler. I’m not saying he isn’t talented. Damn, he’s one of the best competitors I’ve had the fortune to drive head first into this canvas and pin for the three count. But as the World champion, I have an obligation to maintain the standards and integrity that go along with holding such a prestigious title. Obligations that make me consider more than just talent. So it’s not a question of does Kerry Windsor deserve a title shot … more, does a man who savagely attacked me with a steel chair deserve a title match? Does a man who DDTed our commissioner onto concrete deserve a title match? Does a man who defies orders, orders banning him from the arena deserve a title match? NO! They do not. They deserve exactly what they are getting; honor, integrity and respect will get you further than swinging a chair!

Trinks: He’s scared, Magz. You can tell by his voice.

Ben Hanson: Of course, when I say this I get accused of running, hiding and being scared of my competition. To those people I say, fuck you! I don’t run. I don’t hide and the board isn’t protecting me from anyone because I don’t need protecting. Jessica Robertson gets to face me before Kerry Windsor does because she hasn’t yet driven a chair into the throat of our commissioner in an act of utter disrespect. Because she challenged me over Twitter and I accepted. Fagan Ballentine gets a shot at the Legacy title because he hasn’t yet barricaded himself in the ring and attacked anyone four-on-one…

There are boos from the audience as they’re reminded of the horrific attacks that have been carried out by certain members of the roster as of late.

Ben Hanson: They attack people with weapons, they beat people down with overwhelming numbers … but I’m the coward? Let me make this very clear: the only person holding Kerry Windsor down … is KERRY WINDSOR! The only person responsible for him not being the number one contender to my World title … is KERRY WINDSOR. And the only person protecting me from Kerry Windsor … that’s right, is KERRY WINDSOR! It’s cliché but if Kerry Windsor had asked for a title match like he did with Myke Adams, I would have granted him one. But instead he attacked me with a steel chair. He bruised my trachea and tried to put me out of action. And because he’s banned from attacking me now, instead he sends me a sonogram of Sheree Washington’s unborn child … Are there no depths you’d sink to, Kerry? That you would you use Sheree to try and play mind games with me…

Hanson playing on the heart strings of the crowd as they sympathise with him.

Ben Hanson: Since you seem incapable of it, I’ll be the bigger man here. I support the board’s decision to deny Kerry Windsor a title shot. A man who has committed atrocities such as he has does not deserve the prestige, the honor of being a champion. His actions have besmirched this belt. And now he’s dragged Sheree into the middle of this all … Disgraceful is what it is! Well I’m not falling for it, Kerry. I don’t want to hurt Sheree by driving a wedge between us, I’m not asking her to choose between the men she loves … The fact you would do so sickens me. The fact you would do so only supports my decision to stand by the board on this issue. You see, the board of directors have made another decision. They have allowed me to choose my next opponent for the pay-per-view on October 21st. And there is one thing that’s for certain. Kerry Windsor, you do not deserve a title match and only you are to blame for that…

Ben says as he throws down the microphone; his music starts up again as he exits the ring, slapping hands with the fans on the way up the aisle.

Mayhem: Strong words from THe Metal Heart here tonight to Kerry Windsor, Trinks.

Trinks: He is all hot air. Speaking of hot air Magz.

“Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion is playing throughout the arena. Joe Johnson Makes his way into the ring and asks for a microphone. Sources said that this week he would come out here and tell everyone why he did what he did. As his music fades he begins with his arms over the top ropes.

Joe Johnson: “So it seems you vile oxymoron’s want to know why I did what I did. Well it's rather simple really, something called sending a message. A message that I'm sick and tired of you fans! Also that I'm not going to go out there and be a clown for your entertainment. Pain is on it's why for every single one of you, tonight another person suffers. My purpose is simple here in Revival...COMPLETE CHAOS!”

A smirk so sinister appears upon the face of the very sick Joe Johnson. The crowd respond with a hail of abuse and boos that ring out through the arena.

Joe Johnson: “I'm no longer going to be Revival's or the fans puppet. I've finally been awoken from the dream of being like a Myke Adams. A complete fool who believes making the fans happy is what matters. Well guess what it's NOT! It's all about making me happy! Speaking of which, I got rid of the bitch! Damn, I'm a poet and didn't know it!”

Laughing to himself he runs his left hand through his hair as he listens to yet more abuse. His demeanour so evil as he delivers what he has to say.

Joe Johnson: “That's right, Jessica is long gone. Why? Rather simple really, she was dragging me down. Blinding the truth with her so called love. Maybe I did love her or just maybe I just needed to empty my boys into something. I would probably say the second one to be honest. You see I'm a cold hearted bastard, truth be told, and many more will suffer because of it.

Back to Steve Martyn a guy who cost us the tag match last week. You see, he was weak and I proved that. You all heard as a literally snapped his ankle in two. Maybe it was a bit too extreme...wait scrap that, nothing is too extreme and I mean NOTHING!”

The mention of what he did last week just angers the fans more as Joe laps up the abuse and boos.

Joe Johnson: “Ten whole years I put up with the bullshit in wrestling but not any more. Things have changed and will continue to change. Starting with making people realise just how corrupt Revival and it's poster boys and girls are. Revival and you fans can take credit for awakening me. Making me realise that causing chaos is what matters and for making me the animal I've become.

I'm willing to go to any lengths to take down Revival and anyone else fighting for the corrupt backstage politics. The chaos started last week with Steve Martyn and will continue this week. Make sure you're all watching because you and Revival brought this upon yourselves!”

With them last words spoken Joe Johnson drops the microphone as “Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion surrounds the arena. Joe makes his way out of the ring, a sickening smirk upon his face. Heading up the ramp he does acknowledge anyone as he makes his way backstage ready for his match next.

Mayhem: Joe has gotten rid of Jessica! I guess the King and Queen weren’t meant to be. I would love to hear her side of the story!

Trinks: Well she can come take a ride on the Trinksta 5000. She doesn’t know what she is missing baby!

The camera cuts backstage and we find ourselves in the Board of Directors office, with Samuel Hessingstock sat at the desk with his feet up on the table top. Hessingstock puts down a stack of papers as a knock comes from the door. He looks up as the door opens and a skinny Japanese kid who can't be any older than 18 or 19 walks into the room with a huge goofy smile on his face. The teenager shyly closes the door before turning and going to walk towards Hessingstock, only to stumble over his own feet and fall on the floor. Hessingstock frowns as the teenager picks himself up and dusts himself down before walking over to where Hessingstock sits.

Hess: Who...on Earth are you?

The teenager smiles nervously before holding his hand out towards Hessingstock, looking to shake hands with him. Hessingstock looks down at the hand before looking back up at the teenager, making it abundantly clear that he has no intention of shaking his hand. After standing there for several seconds, Riku removes his hand before speaking nervously.

Riku Kuninobu: Erm...my names Riku Kuninobu sir, I...I came here to look for a job...

Hess: Right. A job...I...thought Revival hired wrestlers...not...school children...so...my...friend...tell me...WHY.

Hessingstock looks on incredulous as Riku passionately nods his head.

Riku: Yes sir! I previously wrestled for Simcoe Coun--

Raising a hand to cut him off, Hessingstock stands up and takes a step towards Riku, who instantly begins to look nervous.

Hess: Simcoe?? FORGET IT. What, do we look like we’re the Canada reject company because we have Mykeal and Sydney working here? Is that it? You want to be the next Mykeal? I already need rid of one, another but with no ability...forget it.

Riku's shoulders sag but he doesn't let up.

Riku: I can wrestle Mister Hessingstock! I was the last ever Legacy champion in Simcoe, I retired as champion! Pleeeease sir, just give me a chance!

Hessingstock ignores Riku's please and puts his hand on his back, guiding him towards the door, without even speaking. Riku, now forgetting he even has any dignity, drops to the floor and grabs hold of the Hessingstock's leg, clearly begging.

Riku: PLEASE sir, just give me a chance! Let me prove myself. PLEASE!

Hessingstock can't actually believe what's happening to him and he begins to try and shake Riku off of his leg.

Hess: Get...off of me. NOW!

Riku: Please sir, just give me a shot! I'll prove myself! Just a chance Mister Hessingstock, just one opportunity to prove myself, that's all I want!

Hess: GET OFF OF ME, or I swear...

Riku finally lets go, looking up at Hessingstock, who looks pissed off at the nerve of the young Japanese wrestler. For a second, Riku thinks Hessingstock is about to attack him, only for Hessingstock to turn around and sit back down in his chair before throwing his feet up on the table again and looking Riku up and down.

Hess: You realise I'd be well within my right to rip your head from your shoulders for coming in here and interrupting me...and yet I'm not going to do that. The audacity of you coming in here and demanding a contract like you did is almost...impressive. You want a chance...you've got one. You've got a month. Impress me...because if you don't...you fired! Now get the hell out of my board room...

Riku beams with happiness and opens his mouth to thank Hessingstock but Hessingstock simply points at the door, leaving Riku to almost bounce out of the room with happiness. The camera pans back into the room now as Sam is seen shaking his head. A loud tone is heard suddenly from his pocket. He answers the phone, pulling it from his pants...

Hess: I know...yes...YES I FUCKING KNOW...PETA are outside, have been all night...no...no...well...they deserved it. I spilt Mykeal’s blood once. Once again won’t kill me.

The camera fades quickly as we go back to ringside and catch words on the Rev-O-Tron..

"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.

As Garrett stands within the ring, the familiar music of Samuel Hessingstock begins to play...

Hess:Wolfcastle...up here...

The tron has come life, showing Samuel within the locker room.

Hess:Wolfcastle, you were right, you are a poison within Revival, but you are a VERY talented poison, one that deserves better than Sullivan...Aimes. So following your match tonight, I leave you with a decision. You can join myself and Alyxandrea, and attain TRUE power...or you can stick with Politically Incorrect. Now...if you join us Garrett, I can assure you, I will PERSONALLY give you a better outlook within Revival...and following our next pay per view, you WILL receive a chance...to be truly great. You make your choice...Wolfcastle.

The screen cuts off, leaving Wolfcastle in the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: And his first opponent, weighing in at 228 pounds, he...is...Mike...Harrison!

"Time is Money" by You Me At Six is heard around the arena and the crowd immediately start to boo and jeer as Mike Harrison appears on stage. He stops at the top of the ramp and stretches his arms out wide taking it all in with a smug smile on his face. As he does this a set of gold pyros explode behind him, shocking everyone into a momentary silence. At this point Mike proceeds to make his way slowly down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He proceeds to climb to the top turnbuckle and points to the crowd who continue to boo, jeer and shout abuse his way, much to Mike's amusement. Finally he stretches his arms out wide as the guitar solo begins and closes his eyes. After a moment he drops down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for combat.

Harrison circles Wolfcastle, tentatively at first, as Wolfcastle quickly goes in and attempts a lock up. Harrison ducks it, sending off several kicks to the quads of Wolfcastle, but Wolfcastle barely feels a thing as Harrison runs off against the ropes. Harrison runs in against the much bigger man, Wolfcastle lifts his arm, Harrison ducks under a clothesline, springs off the second rope, and attempts a cross body which Wolfcastle catches effectively before throwing him over head with a massive fall away slam! The crowd boos loudly now as Harrison staggers back to his feet. Garrett runs in now, and scoops Harrison up from behind, slamming him on his face with a vicious inverted powerbomb!! The crowd 'ooohs' as Garrett goes for a cover.

One!

T...Kickout by Harrison.

Mayhem: Woah, the power of this guy is unreal!!

Trinks: He's scary alright, I wonder what Hess is thinking by picking fights with him!

Wolfcastle gets to his feet and pulls Harrison up by his hair. Harrison starts to battle back, sending in shot after shot to the gut of Wolfcastle, now Harrison leaps up suddenly, hurricanrana...no wait, Wolfcastle catches him...no! Harrison sees this coming, he twists himself around the broad shoulders of Wolfcastle and manages to lock his hands together between the arms of the Monster! He yanks, frustrated, as he pulls back, the arms bending backwards just a slight before Wolfcastle drops backwards; SAMOAN DROP!! Wolfcastle drops down, seated and falls back into a second cover.

One!
Two!

Kickout by Harrison, and again, Wolfcastle gets to his feet. Wolfcastle turns, shaking his head as Harrison rolls out of the ring quickly. Harrison quickly leaps up onto the apron, Wolfcastle turns around, Harrison leaps up onto the ropes, springs off, MISSILE DROPKICK! WOLFCASTLE GOES DOWN!

Mayhem: He's down! The monster is down for the first time in this gauntlet match!

Trinks: And Maggster, think about this; if Harrison wins, this gauntlet match is over before it's even begun!

Harrison rolls to his feet and quickly grabs the legs of Wolfcastle. He grabs the left leg and lifts it, booting the back of the knee as he does so. He does it again, and again and again before turning one hundred and eighty degrees, jumping on the back of the knee as he does so. Wolfcastle shouts out as Harrison now grabs the leg again, and twists the huge man over into a single leg crab! Wolfcastle shouts out as the smaller man keeps the large monster at bay, yanking on the leg before suddenly Wolfcastle pulls his leg back and Harrison flips onto his face! Wolfcastle turns, grabbing Harrison by his leg now before lifting him and SLAMMING him into the mat knee first. He does this twice, no three...NO, FOUR times, before stepping over Harrison, completely dominating him. He grabs at the head and places it under his giant boot...but wait, before he can, a young Japanese boy and Joe Johnson hit the ring! The crowd roars as Johnson runs to the ring, and SMASHES Wolfcastle in the back of the skull with both his fists!

Mayhem: The hell?!

Trinks: WHO is that Japanese twink? He's like an Asian Ash Shadows!

Mayhem: I think that could well be Riku Kinonobu, Revivals latest star, he was given a shot by Hessingstock earlier this evening!

Trinks: Well he looks like a twink, twinky twink twinkerson will be his name from here on!

Mayhem: Either way, this looks like a mugging though!

Trinks: I can't believe this!

Suddenly the from lights up...

Hess: My...loyal...subjects. This match has just been changed...I now...present you all with this Primetime title match...a fatal four way elimination match...with no disqualification. That is all.[/color]

Mayhem: WHAT???

Trinks: Hess sure is having fun with this!

Immediately, Johnson and Riku begin to wail on the back of the Monster, smashing him with punches. Johnson slides out of the ring quickly and grabs a chair from ringside, but as he does, Garret gets to his feet, through all the shots! The crowd roar in boos as Riku backs away, apologising profusely as he backs away. Wolfcastle sprints in suddenly, SMASHING him with a clothesline while Johnson circles the ring. He slides in the ring behind Wolfcastle as Wolfcastle lifts Riku with both hands, by his neck! Johnson swings, Wolfcastle turns, still holding Riku, the chair SMASHES into the spine of Riku and Wolfcastle drops him! Harrison back to his feet, he springs off the middle rope quickly, forearm connects to Wolfcastle as Johnson goes down for a cover on Riku.

One!

Two!

Three!

Mayhem: WHAT?! Johnson just eliminated Riku!

Trinks: And then there were three baby!

Johnson hops to his feet, a massive smile on his face as Harrison takes several more shots to the stomach of Wolfcastle. Johnson hops go his feet and scrambles around, looking for the chair. Harrison backs off the ropes, he runs in now, Wolfcastle grabs his arm and flips him over with a massive hip toss! The big man now turns, Johnson finds the chair; So does Wolfcastle! The crowd roars as Wolfcastle steps on the chair, Johnson can't pull it off of him! Johnson yanks it, he still can't get the chair, Harrison from behind though...he leaps off the the turnbuckle, MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF WOLFCASTLE! Wolfcastle goes down to his knees, Johnson grabs his massive head...DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Johnson stands up quickly, turns around, Harrison leaps off the top rope, flips over him, sunset flip takeover...into a pin!

One!

Two!

Thr...no! Johnson kicks out right on the button, and rolls backwards. Harrison rolls too, Johnson attempts to blast him with a kick to the face, Harrison ducks the shot though, sliding onto his back. He rolls out of the way now as Johnson goes to stomp on his body, before scooping Johnson into a quick school boy.

One!

Two!

Thr...no, Johnson grabs hold of the rope, and the referee is forced to stop the count, but Harrison isn't done as he turns Johnson around and steps over his body, he quickly modifies the pin into a cloverleaf, which he uses to pull Johnson right back into the middle of the ring with! Harrison holds the lock in, Johnson looks like he might tap, he screams out in pain, Harrison sits further on the back, Johnson screams out in pain more, Johnson starts to walk on his hands, Harrison tries to pull him back, Johnson walks more using his strength before he reaches the ropes again!! The crowd roars in boos as Harrison is forced to let go of the hold and Johnson rolls out of the ring!

Mayhem: Harrison nearly had Joe Johnson eliminated right there!

Trinks: Man, that hold took it right out of Johnson!

Harrison turns around, straight into Wolfcastle who grips him up, spins him around and hits the life sentence straight onto the steel chair!

Mayhem: JESUS!!

Trinks: That's gotta hurt Maggie! Like a train smashing into a wall and all the passengers are hurtled head first into the wall!

Wolfcastle goes down for the pin;

One!

Two!

Three!!

Mayhem: And then there were two Richie, one of these men, Garrett Wolfcastleand Joe Johnson WILL be walking out with the championship!

Trinks: Yeah and look what Johnsons grabbed from under the ring...a wooden table! Ohh mama, this is gunna be brutal!

Johnson slides the table into the ring as Wolfcastle gets to his feet. Johnson doesn't stop with a table though as he goes under again and pulls out a trash can, a cheese grater and several more chairs. He gets into the ring now, Wolfcastle wielding a chair up high...Wolfcastle swings, Johnson ducks the shot, bounces off the ropes, Wolfcastle swings again, Johnson ducks and slides between Wolfcastles tree trunk legs quickly with an impressive display of atleticism. Johnson leaps up now, dropkick to the back forces Wolfcastle forward before Johnson grabs at a chair. Wolfcastle turns, CHAIR TO THE GUT!! Wolfcastle doubles over, Johnson drops the chair, finds the trash can and places it onto the head of the monster! Johnson now grabs at a chair again and climbs up to the second rope with it...

Mayhem: Oh God...Johnson has something BIG planned...

Trinks: It's the only way to take the monster down!

Johnson leaps...steel chair in hand...CRACK!!! The chair bounces off the trash can and Wolfcastle staggers, Johnson now THROWS the chair, it bounces off the trash can again, and Johnson follows up perfectly by circling the monster and then DIVING into the back of his knee! Garrett falls down hard, trash can still on his head as Johnson leaps to the top rope again. He looks down on the trash can, leaps, ELBOW DROP!!!! The trash can crumples around the skull of Wolfcastle as Johnson holds his elbow.

Mayhem: Johnson just destroyed Wolfcastle! We have a new champion!

Trinks: That was IIIIINNNSANNNNE....but Maggster, this isnt over baby, Johnson is setting up a table!

Sure enough, he sets the table up and then turns around, the crowd all booing as Johnson now grabs Wolfcastle by the arm. He drags him, slowly, before attempting to drag him onto the table. Wolfcastle, trash can still on head however decides he's not out of ut yet as he launches a VILE steel headbutt at Johnson! Johnson is immediately busted open as Wolfcastle stands and RIPS the trash can from his head! Johnson gets to his feet, he sprints in at the champion, Wolfcastle catches him, clamping both his arms around the neck of Johnson before lifting him and THROWING him overhead with a massive choke-suplex...Johnson lands RIGHT through the table, but it doesn't fully smash!! Garrett turns around, leaps, HUGE BODY SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!!

Mayhem: MY GOD!!!

Trinks: Johnson should have pinned when he had the monster out cold! Now it's all over!

One!

Two!

Three!

Stan Hopeforth: And HERRRREEEE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL REVIVAL PRIMETIME CHAMPION...GARRETT...WOLFCASTLE!!!

Mayhem: Impressive win here tonight Richie for Wolfcastle in this gauntlet!

Trinks: Bah, I coulda beat him Magpie with one hand behind my back.

Mayhem: I will make sure to schedule that next week then Trinkerbelle..

Trinks: You’re bluffin! Ha HA! I’ll just call in sick.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

The cameras cut to the locker room of “The Cornerstone” Kerry Windsor, and immediately the sight of him induces a chorus of boos from the audience in attendance. Kerry is pacing back and forth, with his favorite weapon as of late, a steel chair in hand. His body language makes it clear that he’s obviously incensed about something. The camera pans in a little, catching a little of what he’s muttering under his breath.

Kerry Windsor: How DARE he try to flip this on me, as if I’m the monster. How DARE he make it seem as if …

Kerry stops momentarily, his eyes glowering.

Kerry Windsor: … as if I don’t care about her or her feelings. As if I’m putting that title before her wishes and her well being …

His voice trails off a bit, as he runs his fingers through his hair. Slowly his gaze drops to the chair dangling from his hand. An eerie smile dancing across his face.

Kerry Windsor: Well the devil is a lie, and soon, he’ll be exposed for the serpent he truly is. The armor of the white knight shall perish, and all that will remain will be the ruins of his honor, his integrity … and most importantly … his reputation.

Kerry’s eyes seem to flicker to life now, as his smile broadens. He grips the chair with both hands and twirls it.

Kerry Windsor: His lies will be revealed and the world will appreciate why I did what I did ….

He turns the chair downward, into a familiar position. It’s almost as if he’s re-enacting and reliving the attacks on Hanson and Valiant. He thrusts the chair downward into the throat of some imaginary foe, seemingly tickled by the idea of it.

Kerry Windsor: and they’ll long for me to destroy his ability to speak such untruths, ever again.

Kerry jabs the chair down once again, before breaking into somewhat of maniacal and devious chuckle.

The scene then fades away into a dimly lit alcove with two people in it. It’s the hall before the bullpen right before the show entryway.

Sydney LaRoux is standing talking to an unpainted Myke Adams in the hallway. Her hand moves out to his arm and the camera zooms in on them talking about the past few days. It is an intimate conversation that Sydney and Myke aren’t fully aware the cameras are catching.

Sydney LaRoux: I just feel responsible for all of this. I know you loved the dog, Myke. If this.. [she motions between them] ...had never happened..

Myke Adams: Yeah, but I don’t regret you and I. I never will baby.

He moves forward and pulls her head under his chin after softly kissing it.

Sydney LaRoux: He stole a friend from us.

Myke Adams: Yeah, but it was a gift to me from Meglyn. It was part of the life that we had created together a long time ago so it was sort of a blessing to me.

Sydney LaRoux: Mykeal, that dog became a part of OUR lives now. My son’s life..my life. I don’t see how you can see it that way.

Myke Adams: I just felt differently about him babe, thats all. I have no more ties to Meg. I am free of one of the women of my past, all something I would give up, for you.

He lifts her face in his hands.

Myke Adams: I am sad but time heals most things. You know that most of all.

They are interrupted by Alyx St. Croix who laughs softly from peeking around the corner. She comes close to them and passes by so she can enter out of the entryway. She pauses by them and looks over Sydney. She has a distant look in her eyes but a gleam of evil.

Alyx St. Croix: Woof- Woof!

Sydney looks at her and starts to go at her as she walks away but Myke grabs her around the waist. Alyx starts laughing like some crazy person as she fades into the dark den.

Myke Adams: Let her go. She doesn’t know what she is doing. Hess has her mind warped.

Sydney nods gently and takes a deep breath. She leans up and steals a kiss from his lips that lingers. He rumbles from his chest and smiles at her before he motions her to go out and do her thing.

Myke Adams: You have people waiting for you out there. This isn’t over though momma. I will see you after your match.

Sydney gives him a coy look and moves down the alcove until their fingers tension breaks and Myke turns away and it is left with a retreating shot of Sydney disappearing through a dark curtain and the camera cut to ringside to Maggie and Richie.

Trinks: Well now it's time for my match of the night! Guess ole Trinker may as well get his KY ready! Ha ha ha!

Mayhem: Eww, seriously Rich?!

Trinks: Oh seriously. My future wifey Alyx is getting ready to knock the tats right off our old Legacy champ, Syd LaRoux. I'm so excited I feel like a nerd at a porn convention!

Mayhem: Oh my gosh... Only you.

Trinks: Damn straight, only me!

Mayhem: Anyhow folks, it is time for a highly anticipated match up! Syd and Alyx have been slapping harsh words at one another... And this week we all watched as Alyx helped our head of ops tonight, Samuel Hessingstock literally MURDER a dog.

Trinks: Not just any ole mutt, the mutt of ink slut and Superwoman! Ha, so sick... But it sent such a clear message...

Mayhem: Yeah, it showed Hess is a nasty, deranged freak. But I digress, let's get to the action!

Stan Hopeforth: Okay folks, the following contest is slated for one fall. Heading to the ring at this time from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... she weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds... Let's hear it for ALLLLLLLLLYX SAINT CROIX!!!

The crowd all turn collectively and boo as the sound of quarters being fed into a machine hit the sound system. As the Legend of Zelda theme begins to softly play the house lights dim to near blackness when the guitars suddenly pick up. They watch as the classic start screen fades and Skillet’s “Awake and Alive” begins to overpower the LoZ theme. The lights begin to strobe all across the stage erratically as the song's opening picks up tempo as the lyrics begin. The glow of hundreds of cell phones and cameras add to the strobe light effect as they suddenly focus on the top of the entrance ramp. From behind the curtain marches the Pop Culture Princess herself, Alyx St. Croix. She stops at the edge of the entrance ramp and stares out over the crowd with a smug smirk, they boo her heavily as she simply smirks. She skip walks her way down the ramp staying clear of the outstretched hands of the crowd. She picks up her pace and slides in beneath the bottom rope and popping back to her feet in the middle of the ring. Alyx crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throwing up her hands like the rock star she is, while turning her head, eying the approach of Sydney.

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds and hailing from right here in Chicago, Illinois... Let's all give it up for our hometown Deviant... SYYYYYDNEY LAAAAAAAAAAAROUX!!!

The house lights darken suddenly and Sydney crouches just inside of the arching entryway. There is a four count tick before "I'm Back" by Dope plays which has any lights on or near the entry way flicker in time with the rapid four pulse. Sydney uses that to touch her forehead, her chest, then left to right in a cross formation. As the 5 second guitar rift begins to play, she gets to her feet and turns around in time for the harder percussion to come which sends her out of the entryway in a fury. As the verse flows, she takes her time smacking hands on both sides of the barrier of the entryway, going down one side the then other. Sydney slides on her belly under the ring only to pop back up and go to one of the ring posts where she thrashingly nods her head with the heavy chorus making both her fists into two rockstar symbols as she sticks her tongue out. Seconds afterward, she pounds her right fist to her heart/chest twice and points out to the crowd before hopping down and glaring over at Alyx.

DING! DING!

Trinks: This will be a vicious lil cat fight, Magz!

Mayhem: This will be nothing of a cat fight, Rich. More like a demolition derby!

Sydney and Alyx meet in the center of the ring, eye to eye, chest to chest as they lip at one another for a few moments... the ref trying to get them apart as the crowd whistles and cheers! Sydney levels Alyx from nowhere with a quick shove back then a steam rolling clothesline! Alyx hits the mat hard but scrambles back up, just as she gets her feet Syd comes bouncing out of the ropes and leaps up, twisting around and nailing a nasty flying back elbow across Alyx's chest! St. Croix goes down hard again, this time grasping her chest as she cries out and slowly gets around and up... LaRoux is waiting however and goes into punch mode. Syd lands a right and left, then another right. The punches rocking Alyx who seems stunned by Syd's sudden assault. St. Croix staggers back into the corner, Syd readies herself then lunges in with a vicious elbow across the chin!

Trinks: Man Syd is out for blood!

Mayhem: Yea, I think Alyx hit a nerve this week with our former, and longest running champion within Revival.

LaRoux now hits another elbow, then a forearm and finally a nasty knee lift that causes Alyx to nearly bark out in pain as she folds over. Syd places her head between her legs and whips her long black hair back... a devious smirk over LaRoux as she quickly hoist Alyx up and around looking to powerbomb her into the buckles... the crowd booing however as Alyx comes to life as Syd whips her up for the powerbomb... Alyx grabs Syd's hair and lands a flurry of desperation punches! But they work as Syd falls backward with Alyx coming down over her. St, Croix nails a vile forearm right across Syd's chin as the crowd resounds with a loud OHHHH! Alyx leaps up and touches at her face and chest, her expression turning sour as she snarls and leaps back over Syd. Grabbing her hair as the ref tries to stop it... Alyx pulls up then slams Syd's head into the mat. She does it again, and AGAIN! Finally the ref aims to DQ her and starts a count. Alyx sneers at him and stands... arguing for a moment with the ref before whipping her own hair back with a deviant grin of her own.

Trinks: Way to fight back in it sexy!

Mayhem: Oh stop, but it was a very great reverse by Alyx!

St. Croix scales up the Deviant, Syd sitting up and shaking her head in pain. Syd touches at the back of her scalp but the crowd boos loudly as Alyx runs in and flips over Syd, grabbing her hair and snapping her head forward with force! The whiplash sends Syd back down over the mat, Alyx quickly gets her feet. She then leaps up and springboards off the middle rope before twisting around in mid air and crashing over Syd's head and neck with a nice guillotine leg drop! LaRoux flops and cries out in agony...

Trinks: Beautiful.

Mayhem: That was impressive. Syd really needs to get space in there!

Alyx slowly gets back to one knee and scans the crowd as they boo at her, scream at her, jeer the shizz right outta her. She smiles at them and spits through the ropes. She then tugs at Syd's hair and forces her up to her feet... the crowd's jeers turn to cheers as LaRoux was playing possum and starts drilling St. Croix with right and left hands! They rock a stunned Alyx as she staggers back... in desperation herself, Syd charges in and leaps... grabbing up Alyx and crunching down over the mat with a ferocious Codebreaker like reverse lung blower !!

Trinks: NO!

Mayhem: Oh vicious, I think Syd just stole a page out of her lover's playbook.

Syd gets up one one knee, trying to shake off Alyx's vile assault upon her. She finally staggers upright and brushes her hair back with her right hand. She then lays a stomp over Alyx! St.Croix busy clutching her chest and folding up on the mat in complete agony. STOMP! And another, and another. Syd goes into a fury of stomps, grabbing the top rope for leverage as she tries to stomp the life outta Alyx! Alyx grabs at the ropes and pulls herself under them dumping over the arena floor. Sydney shakes her head and ducks right out after her... the ref starting his ten count as Syd grabs at Alyx and forces her to her feet.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Syd grabs Alyx by the wrist and quickly snaps her around with an Irish whip. As Alyx comes around for it though LaRoux quickly lands a drop toe hold as well! This cause Alyx to go down as she whips around her face snapping off the side of the ring canvas with a HUGE BANG! The crowd resounding with a long OWWWWW!!! LaRoux peers at the ref as he barks his count as a warning.

Four!!!!

Five!!!!!

Six!!!!!!

LaRoux pulls at Alyx and tugs her up again, St. Croix holding her face as she calls out in muffled pain. Syd grabs her wrist again and looks to Irish whip Alyx around and into the ring steps. The crowd loud with dismay however as Alyx somehow reverses and sends LaRoux stumbling at those steel stairs! Syd falls to her knees as she slams into the side of the stairs with her chest! BOOM! The steps seem to explode as Syd calls out in agony and falls to her back holding her chest. Alyx snaps her head around with a distraught face at the ref as he now shouts...

Seven!!!!!!!

Eight!!!!!!!!

St. Croix hustles around, still rubbing at her chin as we see her bottom lip busted and bleeding. She pulls at Syd and shoves her under the ropes, Alyx rolling in right before the count reaches ten. Alyx comes up to one knee and touches at her busted lip... licking the blood with a wild gleam in her eyes. Syd calling out and trying to sit up. Alyx stands now and scales up LaRoux as Syd stumbles upright and spins around to face Alyx. Suddenly Alyx hits a wild pele kick... aka the FPS!! Syd falls back to the mat now holding her face. Alyx lies on her back trying to compose herself. Both women down for a moment before St. Croix grabs at the ropes and yanks to start getting herself back up.

Trinks: Inside the ring, outside the ring... It doesn't matter Alyx will sex it up, and win this thing!

Mayhem: Sex it up huh?! Well spoken there Rich. But yea Alyx is in control, she just needs to hit something solid and lay Sydney out.

Alyx drapes herself over the turnbuckles with her face buried there. She shakes her head and punches at the turnbuckle before snapping around with a crazy glare over her face... She sneers wickedly now as Sydney tugs at the far ropes and works her own way up. Syd staggers around and Alyx lunges into her right foot first... A superkick drills Syd with force in the lips.

Trinks: Hows that for solid?

Mayhem: /AFK by Alyx, what a kick.

Alyx rolls her head and eyes and shakes it. She drops over the fallen LaRoux and hooks the leg as the crowd boo their heads off.

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...

Trinks: How in the World did she get that shoulder up?!

Mayhem: Nice show of resilience from the Deviant!

Syd breaks the count by throwing her shoulder up much to the crowd's delight. Alyx is distraught and in disbelief. She stands up and argues with the ref over the count, backing him across the ring and cornering him as she screams and shouts her plead. Sydney grabs at the ropes and digs her way to her feet, her face showing determination and anger. Alyx finally gives up on the ref and shakes her head turning to likely go back at Syd.

Trinks: No, no... no, no, no!

Mayhem: Alyx shouldn't have argued with that ref, she gave Syd a chance to get up.

As Alyx turns the crowd scream in delight as Sydney kicks her in the midsection and quickly hoist her over both shoulders. LaRoux nods and whips Alyx around looking for the Deviant Downfall! But Alyx grabs the near by top rope and stops the move, Syd tries to toss her over again... but she has the ropes. Alyx elbows at Syd now viciously a few times. St. Croix slides off Syd's shoulders as LaRoux grabs her face from the elbow shots. Alyx snarls loudly and lunges into the back of Syd grabbing her and dropping to the mat with force via a nasty reverse DDT!

Trinks: Nice!

Mayhem: Alyx saved herself in there with the ropes, Syd better get space.

Syd is clutching her head now as Alyx stands and throws both arms out, edging on the crowd as they boo their hearts out. She then looks to stomp on Syd, but Alyx's eyes go wide with shock as the crowd erupts in cheers... Syd somehow fighting through her pain catches the stomp and throws her feet hard into Alyx's gut before monkey flipping her over onto the mat! BANG! Alyx lands hard and arches up her back in agony... Syd spins to her feet with a look of anger still on his pretty face. She now stomps at Alyx a few times before tugging her hair and forcing her up. WHAM! A big right hand staggers Alyx back into the ropes...

Trinks: Come on Alyx, go for the extra life!

Mayhem: What?

Syd grabs at Alyx now and pulls her from the ropes, hitting a big knee lift that spins and flips Alyx back over the mat with force. Sydney keeps a hold of her hair much to the ref's disagreement. LaRoux pulls at Alyx and forces her up... toe kick to the midsection... And Sydney looks for her version of the Vertebreaker the LaRoux Lobotomy. As Syd spins Alyx upside down and goes to drop the crowd boos wildly as somehow Alyx gets free again and turns the vertebreaker into a quick roll up! The referee drops and starts the count not seeing Alyx's feet as she pulls them back and up over the bottom rope!

Trinks: Oh a roll up!

Mayhem: Her feet are on the ropes!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... ALLLLYX SAINT CROIX!!!

The crowd rattles the arena in jeers and booing, Alyx quickly releases the roll up and slides on her belly under the ropes and out of the ring. Sydney coming to a seat in disbelief... Alyx smirking widely as she runs off at the mouth toward LaRoux in the ring. Syd glaring through the ropes at her the entire time.

Trinks: Alyx the victor! Yah, KY time baby!

Mayhem: Oh gross! Can you just stop?! This was a cheap one, she had her feet on the ropes!

Trinks: Winner, winner... chicken dinner.

Mayhem: Shut up. Just shut up.

Alyx back pedals up the aisle, still rambling at Syd. LaRoux tugs at the ropes and gets her footing. She shakes her head and looks around the jeer filled crowd. Alyx nodding with a big smirk, a twisted smirk. She holds her arms out wide and mockingly bows.

Trinks: She's so right on. What a beauty!

Mayhem: Oh my, you just can't stop.

Trinks: What a win for my gal! Greatness.

Mayhem: Yeah, yeah. Anyhow folks we're getting word there's something going down right now backstage with your boy TreyJ!

Trinks: Oh yeah?! Wonder what it is softy bitches!?

The show cuts backstage, we see MYKE ADAMS all painted up and ready for war tonight. His face a shade of blue, black, white and silver paints in a wild design with a long red smile over the top... Joker style. His hair not colorful tonight but dyed black! As the camera pans into the small corridor we see stacks of equipment crates and such all around... Adams being taunted by someone much more larger then he... TREY JORDAN. Jordan shoves Myke back into a stack of crates... Adams scowls in anger as we also see JOE JOHNSON at Trey J's side.

Trey Jordan: Yo Ronald McDonald... The REAL Show has been lookin fo yo ass all night! Got some news fo ya softy bitch!

Jodan cracks his neck, tryin to intimidate Adams, but Myke comes off the crates and shoves Jordan right back with force.

Myke Adams: Oh yea?! Well if ya got something to say REAL deal, then spill it. You shove me again and I'll knock those laser white teeth right out your skull!

Jordan gives a mocking surprised expression, then rolls his eyes and nudges Joe Johnson beside him. Joe laughs out loud and then glares at Myke as Trey suddenly digs in and shoves a forearm against Adams' throat whilst pushing him back first against those crates, pinning him there. Adams digs at Trey's forearm to get free but Jordan's size comes into play as he refuses to let off.

Trey Jordan: Is tha right playa?! How ya gonna be kicking tha REAL one when he's gettin all set up to knock yo fraggle rock lookin ass out!?

Adams sneers under his face paint, still fighting to get free... His eyes widen with rage as we hear a familiar voice enter the fray.

Voice: Don't fight him just yet Mykeal...

Myke's resolve to get free grows ten fold as Samuel Hessingstock walks into the shot, his fingers intertwined before him as he grins wickedly under his Joker like guise of slopped paint. He pelts a vicious slap across the paint face of Adams from nowhere as Joe Johnson nods and laughs again... Trey J keeping his tight pressure with his forearm upon Myke's throat.

Samuel Hessingstock: Save it for later tonight, you thought you had your chance to avenge your deceased little Lassie. But it isn't going to be that simple my 'brother'.

Hessingstock says the word brother with a thick hint of sarcasm. He slaps Adams again and laughs maniacally, then peers at his hand where some of Myke's face paint has come off. Hessingstock shows it to Joe Johnson, then Trey J.

Samuel Hessingstock: See what I mean, gents? He's all a farce, a fake... a counterfeit. Painting himself up to try and hide the ugliness that is Mykeal Adams... thee old used up spot monkey. So beloved by those dolts in the stands... So beloved by my Sydney...

Jordan finally lets off as Adams gags and falls to one knee, trying to get his breath. Trey J peers at Hess and nods slightly.

Trey Jordan: Yo, can we send this poptart to Abusement Park righ now?! I'm feeling it Hessy, I'm ready to knock him through the fuckin wall!

Hessingstock smirks again and puts his hand on Trey's shoulder.

Samuel Hessingstock: Not yet big man, let's just leave the message and save the torture for all his so called fans tonight. Let us savor this moment and prepare for an all out crucifixion of these Revival Nation fucks so called Superman.

Jordan nods and then motions Joe, together they pull up Adams. Trey takes a swing and levels a big right hand punch into Adams' gut. Myke howls out and folds over, Joe Johnson then leaps up and blast an elbow across the back of Myke's neck! Adams goes down on all fours and coughs in agony. Sam reaches down quickly and tugs at Myke's pitch black hair... pulling his face up as Myke's weary eyes glare with hatred into Hessingstock's gleaming twisted stare.

Samuel Hessingstock: Remember this moment Mykeal, remember it for what we could have done and did not. Remember it as the moment I gave you one last chance to be a 'brother' an give me back what's mine. These two men... Joe Johnson, and Trey Jordan. They have agree to assist me tonight in burying you forever...

WHOMP! Trey J suddenly nails a big kick up into Myke's chest and stomach, Adams calls out in pain and snaps back against the crates in a seat. Looking pretty hurt and dazed a bit. Samuel goes to speak again when another voice calls out.

Voice: You disrespectful pieces of trash... How about backing the fuck off my lil painted up buddy here?!

Trey J and Joe hold up their hands and back a step, as does Hesingstock. Stepping into the shot is surprisingly THADDEUS GREY! He's wielding a baseball bat with an angered glare at the three men.

Samuel Hessingstock: This has nothing to do with you, Thaddeus. If anything join us tonight in destroying this backstabbin...

Thaddeus Grey: Shut it, Hessingstock. I've heard just about enough of your rambling and bitchin for a lifetime. Okay?! You three can do whatever it takes tonight in a justified contest... But you are not doing it now... So beat it or Mr. One Nighter cracks some skulls!

Hessingstock scowls under his painted guise, he motions Trey and Joe with his head as they turn to leave. Before they do Trey J calls out, taunting the still down and hurting Adams.

Trey Jordan: One way train to pain yo... Thas where yo ass be headin Ronald McD. Get ready for your las night in Revival... chugga chugga... choo bitch!

And on that note the three of them disappear from sight, Adams looks puzzled as he groans and tugs at the crates to get himself up. The left side of his painted face smeared up from the two slaps from Hess. Adams glares at Thaddeus as he slams down the bat to the floor with a clank. Myke shaking his head as his aching voice breaks out...

Myke Adams: What the hell, Thad?! Why?!

Thaddeus grins a bit and steps up near Adams, scanning him over he shakes his own head now and calm asserts.

Thaddeus Grey: I told you Adams, this is all about respect. All about it. You better wake up, and get your shit together. Because you gotta survive tonight... I'm not done knockin my point in that thick skull of yours.

Adams shakes his head again as Thaddeus now smirks as he turns and heads back where he arrived from. The camera gets in close on the wildly painted face of Myke Adams. He looks hurting, but stunned completely as we fade back to ringside.

Trinks: Um, yikes! They were really hammering their point into Myke Adams back there.

Mayhem: That was distasteful at best. Samuel Hessingstock is abusing his power tonight, there is no place for an assault like that. And your boy Trey J, I cannot believe his sudden change for the worse!

Trinks: Trey J is still as cool as the other side of tha pillow baby. Period. So what if he don't mind listening to his boss. Gotta respect those who write your paychecks Magz.

Mayhem: Whatever. It was just odd for Thaddeus Grey of all people to stop that ugly assault. And what he had to say to Myke... cryptic to a degree. But somehow he still made it clear he wants to be the one to put Adams down and out for good.

Trinks: Huh? All I heard was Thad thinks Myke needs to learn some respect. I dunno why he rescued him, but I'm sure it was to prove a point.

Mayhem: I just cannot believe Joe Johnson and Trey J, doing dirty work for Sam... Unbelievable.

Trinks: Well buhleedat. It happened!

Mayhem: Hopefully folks Myke Adams will be okay enough to walk into the death trap of a Main Event Samuel Hessingstock has scheduled.

Trinks: Hey Sam didn't say it was Adams versus the World for no reason! That Main Event is gunna be sick nasty good!

Mayhem: Yeah... Right. Guess we'll see later tonight.

The scene transitions to where Jessica King is walking backstage when in the background we can see ‘The Metal Heart’ Ben Hanson jogging towards here.

Ben Hanson: Ms. King…

He calls out from a distance away; Jessica stops walking and turns around to greet the World champion, who is ready dressed in his ring attire ahead of his upcoming match.

Jessica King: You certainly seem in higher spirits than last week, champ.

Ben Hanson: The world is a brighter place than it was last week. But that’s why I wanted to talk to you: I wanted to apologise for the way I … acted last week. It was unbecoming of me to just walk away like that.

Jessica King: That’s ok, Ben.

She says still not entirely sure why he received a sonogram in the first place.

Jessica King: Can I ask you something?

Ben Hanson: That’s kinda your job.

Jessica King: Why did Kerry Windsor send you a sonogram?

There’s an awkward pause as Ben tries to laugh it off.

Ben Hanson: He’s a bastard like that … But I’ve got to run, I’ve got a match to go and win.

Hanson says as he walks away from Jessica and, presumably, towards the ring.

Mayhem:Ben Hanson versus Jessica Robertson will be up next folks!

The arena is enveloped by pink and silver lights as “Sinead” by Within Temptation hits the PA. Jessica Robertson emerges at the top of the aisle wearing a pink tank top, silver pants and boots. She walks down the ramp with little regard for the fans.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Seattle, Washington … She is “THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD” JESSICA ROBERTTTTTSSSONNNN!!!

Robertson gets in the ring and immediately poses for the crowd, boos floating her way. She smiles as she stretches and gets ready for her opponent.

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

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

Stan Hopeforth: And her opponent, from Akron, Ohio. Weighing in at 225lbs … He is the REVIVAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! “THE METAL HEART” BEN HANNNNSSSONNNN!!!

Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoodie and hands it to a female fan at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Jessica immediately attacks him, stomping at the champion before he even has a chance to take off the belt.

Trinks: Jessica Robertson wasting no time in getting stuck in here, Magz. That’s why Kerry Windsor lets her rep #TeamKerry!

She lifts him to his feet and whips Hanson against the ropes. He bounces off them and comes back at her as Robertson goes for a lariat, only to have it ducked. Ben goes against the ropes again as he knocks Jess down with a flying forearm smash! It knocks the petite Robertson across the ring as Hanson stands back up and removes the belt from around his waist and hands it to the official. He makes his way towards his opponent as Robertson regains her footing and catches the champ with a toe kick, doubling him over. She backs him against the ropes and fires off a few forearm shots of her own before going for an Irish whip. But Ben reverses. Jessica is sent across the ring, bouncing off the ropes as Hanson lowers his head to go for a back body drop–NO! Robertson counters with a DDT, spiking Hanson’s head into the mat!

Mayhem: She saw that one coming and countered with a big DDT!

Trinks: Jessica Robertson is wise beyond her three months as a wrestler, Magz. She has some of the best trainers around.

An early pin attempt garners a one count before Ben gets the shoulder up. She gets right back to her feet and dropkicks the rising Hanson in the face before he can do the same. It’s enough to knock back against the ropes. Jessica picks her opponent back up to a vertical base and whips him towards the corner before following up–only to get a boot to the face! She stumbles backwards and the champion charges at her, executing a double leg takedown in a mounted punching position. The referee tries to break them up after a few shots, at which point Hanson grabs hold of his opponent’s leg as she’s on her back. He quickly drops an elbow down across the left knee, and another and he drives a third elbow down across the knee before staying grounded with a leg lock.

Trinks: Hanson knows he’s not as fast as The Queen of the World so he’s trying to slow her down.

Mayhem: She’s a great high flyer, but I don’t think Jessica Robertson has the same mat game as the World champion. It’s a clever strategy.

The referee checks for a submission, but Robertson won’t quit. She struggles for nearly thirty seconds before managing to hook her leg around Ben’s head. It’s enough to make him break the hold as both competitors then scramble to their feet. Hanson hooks Jessica up from behind in a rear waistlock, taking her back down to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex as he goes for the legs again, grabbing the right leg and driving Jessica’s knee into the mat with force. He turns her over and grabs hold of the leg again, but Jessica kicks him away and tries to get back to her feet. As Hanson approaches she goes for a toe kick, but Ben catches her boot–he doesn’t anticipate the enziguri that follows though!

Hanson falls to his knees before trying to stand back up and he finds Robertson fast approaching as she performs a headscissors takedown, sending the champion tumbling out through the middle ropes. He crashes to the mats outside the ring as Jessica steadies herself at the ropes, waiting patiently for her opponent to get back to a vertical base. He does so and Robertson propels herself over the top rope with a cross body block, taking down Hanson!

Trinks: Did you see the elevation she got on that one?

Jessica is first to her feet as the referee’s count out reaches three. She lifts Ben back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring before following him in. She doesn’t allow him to get back to his feet here however, instead positioning him throat first across the middle rope as she pushes her down across the back of his neck, choking him out. The referee starts a count for the choke; Jessica breaks at four before choking out the champion for another four seconds. The fans boo her as she runs against the far ropes and comes back with a jumping leg attack–misses! And Robertson finds herself tangled up in the ropes as Hanson scrambles to his feet, nailing her with a standing enziguri! Robertson staggers out from the ropes as Ben scoops her up onto his shoulder and powerslams her!

One…

Two…

Mayhem: Jessica Robertson kicking out just in time!

Undeterred, Hanson returns to the legs, once more grabbing the right leg of his opponent as he spins and drives his own knee across hers. And for good measure he wrenches it back, causing Robertson to scream out in pain. The champion releases the hold and lifts Jessica back to her feet as he throws her towards the corner, whereupon he stomps at her midsection. An Irish whip ensues, sending The Queen of the World from pillar to post as she hits the far turnbuckle with a thud. And Hanson charges in after her, hitting a double knee lift to the face!

Trinks: Goddamn, he put a lot of force behind that one!

Robertson stumbles out of the corner, dazed and confused as Hanson regains his footing and grabs her from behind with another rear waistlock. But before he can do anything, Jessica grabs the referee by the collar, distracting the official as she delivers a low blow to The Metal Heart!

Trinks: I guess Hanson does have something there then…

Mayhem: A low blow by Jessica Robertson, but it might have just got her back in this match.

She’s limping on the injured leg, but Jessica manages to double Ben over with a knee to the midsection before going for a tornado DDT! Once again the Metal Heart is spiked head first into the canvas as Jessica hooks a leg!

One…

Two…

Kickout by Hanson! Jessica can’t quite believe it; the referee assures her it was only a two count but she’s not happy. Nonetheless, she makes her way towards the corner, climbing all the way to the top rope before flipping backwards with a moonsault–CONNECTS! Another pin attempt gets another two count and Jessica still can’t believe that she hasn’t put her opponent away yet. The fans are trying to rally behind The Metal Heart, cheering him on but he’s not moving much, the moonsault having taken most of the wind out of his sails. Robertson drags him back to his feet yet again as she grabs Ben with a rear waistlock as she tries for a German suplex–but Ben locks the leg to block it! He fires off a couple of elbows to the side of the head, breaking Jessica’s grip before going against the ropes for some momentum–right into a superkick from Jessica Robertson! Hanson falls to the mat as Robertson hooks the leg again…

One…

Two…

NO! Ben kicks out once more and Robertson is adamant that one should have been a three count. The referee assures her it was only two, but she’s arguing her point fiercely. Finally, Jess turns back to her opponent, lifting Hanson back to his feet–but he executes a double leg takedown, taking Jessica by surprise. And, keeping hold of the leg, Hanson manages to flip her over and he locks in a high angle single leg crab, applying pressure to the injured right leg.

Trinks: No, no, no, fight it, Jessica!

Mayhem: They’re in the middle of the ring, there’s nowhere to go from there!

Robertson tries to claw her way to the ropes, but she can’t make it and taps out! The referee calls for the bell!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … ‘THE METAL HEART’ BEN HANSON!!!

Mayhem: An impressive victory for the champion tonight, Richie. But Jessica Robertson pushed him almost to his limits in only her second match here.

Trinks: She almost had him…she almost had him…

Hanson poses on the turnbuckle, holding up his title belt for the fans to see as they cheer his victory here tonight.

The Revival cameras are walking through the back suddenly after Ben’s celebration.

The door to the locker room swings open and in walks a well dressed middle aged man, with long black hair and beard. He looks around the room and walks towards the sound of the showers in the back.

Father Nolan: Michael, you in there?

He asks in a gruff voice.

No answer.

The man slams his cane against the tiles.

Father Nolan: Get your fat ass out here, NOW!

He growls with a voice that no one sane would ever question if they knew the man. But low and behold the shower stops and out walks none other than Mike Harrison and a tall leggy blonde.

Mike Harrison: Did your mother never teach you that it is rude to stare?

He says with a wry smile etching from one side of his face to the other.

Mike Harrison: If you’re not too busy, get us a towel.

: I think two would be better.

The girl says.

Father Nolan: Get it yourself.

He says and then looks directly at the girl. He shakes his head at the sight, nothing but another whore that his client was no doubt fucking instead of focusing on his job.

Father Nolan: If I was you, girl, I’d make a quick exit.”

Mike exits the shower not perturbed about walking around naked and grabs two towels, he quickly wraps one around him and throws the other to the girl. He motions for her to grab her clothes and ushers her out of the locker room despite her complaints.

Mike Harrison: I’ll call you.

He says as he shuts the door and locks it. He turns back to the middle aged man.

Mike Harrison: So what brings the great Father Charles Nolan to my door?

Father Nolan: You know exactly why I am here.

Mike Harrison: Beats me.

Mike replies casually as he grabs another towel to dry his hair with.

Father Nolan: Well let me make myself clear. When I got your worthless ass out of rehab and helped you get back on the right track, I did not expect you to go back to your old ways and start drinking again, and picking up worthless whores to fuck.

Mike Harrison: Look Father I am clean, I am focused, and I will do my job perfectly well here in Revival. Hell you saw what I did tonight? That is proof enough that I am getting rid of the rust.

Father Nolan shakes his head in disappointment.

Father Nolan: You need to do better. You are a talented man, and yet you fool around and act like a frigging child. It annoys me and all your fans and admirers at how much you waste your God given talent. You need to grow up, because if you don’t, I will once again be picking your worthless ass up out of rehab. Get yourself together, and hell, while you’re at it make contact with your wife and make amends. You owe it to her, and you owe it to your children to be a better man. Don’t disappointment me again, because I won’t be as forgiving the next time.

Mike nods and Father Charles Nolan makes his exit. Mike brushes his hair back behind his ears and picks up his cell phone and selects the contact he wants, his wife. His fingers hover over the call button and for some reason he cannot bring himself to touch the screen. Do it! A voice says in his head. He responds by pressing the button, but is met with his wife’s voicemail. He leaves the most simple of messages –

“We need to talk, call me back. Love you.”

He hits the end button and returns to drying himself off and getting ready to head back home after a long and hard night. Deep down he knew Father Nolan was right about making things right with his wife and children after all he had put them through, and as God as his witness, he would put them right. He couldn’t afford not to. Without them he was broken, and his only way forwards was with them. A few minutes pass in silence as he gets dressed and he feels his phone vibrate, he looks down hoping to see his wife's name come up but it is not her. He sighs and hits ignore as he exits the dressing room with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Trinks: Another new guy? Revival is expanding like Fagans waistline Mammajamma! More guys for my boy Bomber to take out! Bomber versus Ballatooneyrooney is up next!

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first from Possomgrape, Arkansas. Weighing in at 345lbs … FAGAN BALLENTINNNNEEE!!!

The music starts to play and everyone looks to the stage, but Fagan jumps the guard rail and rolls into the ring. He sits in the corner for a second, wipes his face, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He stretches his arms out and is ready for a hard fought contest.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent… from Birmingham, England. Weighing in at 230lbs … He is THE REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPION…THE BRITISH BOMBER!!!

The lights dim and “Back In Black” by AC/DC begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd erupts into cheers as, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber. He makes he way down to the ring, slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing. The British Bomber climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring before posing again as the music fades out.

Ballentine makes his way towards the center of the ring where The British Bomber is waiting for him. The two of them exchange some words and a handshake before returning back to their respective corners.

Trinks: What a twisted mind Samuel Hessingstock has to pit these two friends against one another, Magz.

Mayhem: And of course the winner of this match goes on to defend the title against Sullivan Aimes.

Trinks: Finally, he’ll get his title shot!

The bell sounds and this match is underway. Both competitors circle the ring, the fans’ cheers alternate between either competitor as they circle the ring for a few moments. Bomber initiates the collar and elbow tie-up but the overly strong Ballentine pushes him away so Bomber rolls backwards and stands back up in shock. Another tie up ensues and this time Fagan pushes his opponent back into the corner. The referee intervenes, calling for a break, which he gets before The British Bomber fires off a hard right hook. It stuns Fagan, but the big man shoots one right back! Back and forth, the two men exchange shots before Ballentine gains the upper hand, firing off three successive shots and pushing Bomber back into the corner.

Trinks: They’re actually fighting!? I hope they destroy each other, Magz.

Ballentine drops the shoulder and thrusts it into the midsection of his opponent and mentor no less than five times, driving the wind out of him before Ballentine takes a step back. Bomber stumbles out of the corner, straight into a body slam as he lands back first with a dull thud. The former Primetime champion goes against the ropes and comes back with a leg drop–but Bomber rolls out of the way. He clambers back to his feet and charges at the seated big man, chopping him down with a diving clothesline! Both men stand back up as Bomber ducks behind his opponent and hooks him up for a belly-to-back suplex! Ballentine hits the mat face and chest first as Bomber hurries to his feet and sets off against the ropes; Fagan stands up, albeit doubled over as Bomber comes back with a running knee lift to the face! The big man falls back to the mat and gets covered…

One..

Two…

Mayhem: Whoa! Did you see the strength of Fagan Ballentine with that kick-out?

Trinks: He just tossed Oliver half way across the ring…

The British Bomber looks shocked at how he ended up nearly four feet away from where he was pinning the big man. He goes back to where Fagan is, lifting him back to his feet, but Fagan breaks free of his opponent’s grasp and lands a headbutt! Bomber is rocked. An Irish whip follows, Bomber sent against the ropes and Fagan is waiting, performing a back body drop with some elevation behind it. The Legacy champion hits the mat hard, howling out in pain before ascending back to a vertical base. His challenger is waiting for him, however, scooping up the champion with relative ease. Bomber is stranded across the broad shoulder of Fagan Ballentine as the big man runs towards the corner, slamming Bomber back first into the turnbuckle before powerslamming him down to canvas! And this time it’s Ballentine who goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

The British Bomber gets the shoulder up in time, though. Undeterred, Ballentine lifts his opponent back to his feet, doubling him over as he clubs at the champion’s back with those massive fists. After a few shots Fagan whips the champion towards the corner, charging in after him with a huge lariat! The fans ooh as 345lbs of Fagan Ballentine just crushed their favorite Legacy champion in the corner … and Bomber slumps down to a seated position; Fagan starts stomping a mudhole in his opponen’t chest, putting those shiny new wrestling boots to good use.

Trinks: The British Bomber doesn’t have an answer for the size disadvantage he’s at.

Mayhem: It does seem as if the challenger, Fagan Ballentine has this match well and truly in his grasp, Richie.

The referee intervenes before the tenth stomp as Fagan lifts his opponent back to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder again. He charges towards the corner–but Bomber drops down the back as Fagan runs chest first into the turnbuckle! The big man staggers backwards into the waiting hands of the Legacy champion. Bomber locks in the rear waistlock as he tries for the German suplex, but he can’t get Fagan up!

Trinks: Denied!

Fagan fires off the back elbow, freeing himself from his opponent’s grasp before whipping Bomber towards the corner. Fagan climbs to the middle rope this time as he starts the ten punch combo. The crowd counting along as he fires off five, six, seven punches–but The British Bomber, still with some fight in him, manages to hook his arms under the legs of Fagan Ballentine…

Mayhem: No way! There’s no way he’s going to try this…

Trinks: Well nobody wants to put their face that near Fagan Ballentine’s crotch unless they’re desperate, Magz…

POWERBOMB! Out of sheer desperation, The British Bomber pulls a powerbomb from nowhere, sending the big man crashing down to the mat below. And he crawls towards his downed challenger, draping himself across the hulking chest of Ballentine.

One…

Two…

THRNOOO!

Mayhem: No!?

Fagan gets the shoulder up! Fagan gets the shoulder up! The fans are in disbelief; the big man wasn’t moving after the powerbomb, but he managed to kick out. Bomber rolls off him with a look of exhaustion on his face as he pulls himself up using the ropes. Ballentine stands up of his own fruition, but he looks rattled. He spies Bomber charging at him and goes for a lariat, but the champion ducks and carries on against the ropes, bouncing off them with a jumping knee lift to the face! The big man is staggered but stays on his feet as he gets doubled over by a boot to the gut–double arm-DDT by Bomber! And the champion looks towards the corner, pointing at it and drawing a whooping cheer from the crowd! He makes his way over, stepping out through the ropes before climbing to the top rope. Fagan down on the mat a few feet away as The Bomber leaps–FLYING ELBOW DROP! Straight into the heart of his challenger! And the cover again.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and still REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPION! THE BRITISH BOMMMMMBBBBBEEEERRRR!!!!

The Reviv-O-Tron suddenly burst to life, the crowd torn in jeers, whistles, screams and some cheers as P.I.'s very own REAL Show Trey Jordan is glaring at us. He's wearing his high dollar aviators over his eyes... A black tee with REAL. in crackled red print across the chest and the sleeves cut off. Trey J grins wide before turning that into his trademark bright smile... He nods a few times and finally speaks up.

Trey Jordan: Yo Revival Nation... What up, what up?!

The crowd burst into another frenzy of jeers, cheers, whistles and screams. They get louder and louder until Trey J suddenly sneers and nearly growls as he speaks again.

Trey Jordan: You mutta fucks don't even know what's up! Ya don't know whether ya wanna cheer, boo, or just flat out trash toss at the REAL one. Yo asses are torn as torn can get... And to the REAL Show... It's kinda repulsive.

More booing over takes the slight cheers and such, this brings a small grin over Jordan. Trey now reaches up and pulls his nice aviator shades from his face, his left brow slightly arcs as he glares deep into us through the lens and Reviv-O-Tron.

Trey Jordan: Ha, see wha I mean yo. Listen to ya softy bitches. All I gots ta do is say the right thing and you follow my lead and do whats expected, whats accepted. But check this pop tarts...

Jordan holds up a finger, pausing for a long time as the crowd heckles in a mixed boom of noise... Trey finally speaks, over the crowd's chatter.

Trey Jordan: Politically Incorrect is fixing this problem fo yo asses. We making sure tha ya'all don't have ta be so dayumn zombie like. Is tha so bad?!

Booing gets a little louder, almost drowning ou the few cheers and such Trey J gets here. Jordan nods again and then shakes his head ever so slightly.

Trey Jordan: Thas wha I thought. You all cannot think on yo own... So tonight the REAL one has agreed to help rid this place of someone who feeds off the Revival Nation's insecurities. Tha REAL Show is sending Suicidal Stuperman straight into Abusement Park!

Trey puffs his muscles a bit to show off his great build, he then smiles a bit more. The crowd booing mostly by this point hearing about Trey and his decision to help Samuel Hessingstock tonight.

Trey Jordan: Tha Main Event tonight will change the entire way you softies look at Revival. I mean yo, if Stuperman gets his wings clipped and can't fly around then what good will he be to Revival Nation?!

The crowd now taunts at Trey, a resounding ADAMS-ADAMS-ADAMS chant is booming across the arena. Jordan smirks and shakes his head, turning the smirk to a sneer.

Trey Jordan: Yea Adams, Adams, Adams is riding the rails for the beat down of his life. Revival Nation, P.I. is doing all this for the greater good. Tha liars and phonies gotta get whas comin at em. And what's coming at Myke fuckin Adams tonight is the REAL mother fuckin deal. He's gonna ride every dayumn ride. And he's gonna ride em... ALL... NIGHT... LONNNNNNG!!!

And with that Trey gives the chanting crowd another nasty facial expression, he slides back on his shades as we see him shaking his head again. His sneer turns back into his bright smile as he laughs to himself and the Reviv-O-Tron goes back to black.

: "I'm just saying, I don't like it, Kay."

The cameras fall now on Black Mantis, dressed in his ring gear despite not being booked for a match. He and his assistant Kay are seated on his bus, which has apparently become something of a residence for the both of them.

Kay: I understand, but what can you really do about it?

Mantis: I'm going out there.

Kay: Are you sure that's wise? It didn't really result in much last time.

Mantis: Regardless of how hard this company is trying to ignore me, Kay....justice must be done. And as long as I draw breath, it will be.

Kay: God, I think I'm beginning to miss the you that coveted the spotlight. So, there's no changing your mind?

She began to sway towards him, a predatory gleam in her eye.

Mantis: No. There isn't. You keep your womanly wiles away from me, woman. The justice.....it must be meted!

Kay: Speaking of....

With that, the camera shot fades to the ring.

Mayhem: Well that was weird. Mantis isn’t scheduled tonight but he seems like he will be headed back soon. Anyway, on to the next bout Stan!

Stan Hopeforth: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa. Weighing 235 pounds, Kerry Windsor!

"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 …"

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.
"World on fire
Watch him as he burns up the sky
Cause the enemy within
Lives underneath the skin
So set the world on fire"

Just as the chorus hits, The Cornerstone of Revival walks towards the ropes, and leans over them, hoisting his fist up into the air drawing massive heat from the crowd. The music then begins to fade out as Kerry walks towards the corner to await .

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 238 pounds, The Executioner, Kyle Cross!

The lights go out in the arena and the beginning of “Defy You” sounds as a spotlight catches Kyle Cross just before he launches over the guard rail, Kyle circles the ring before sliding in below the bottom rope.

Trinks: Here we go, this should be a cracker.

Mayhem: I think it’s safe to say these two men don’t like each other. It might not be pretty.

Windsor wastes no time in getting straight on the offensive, going straight after Kyle even before the bell rings, the referee hastily makes the signal to get us officially underway and Windsor is already laying into Cross with some heavy right and left hand shots to the face. Kyle eventually manages to stop the early punishment by bringing his hand up and grabbing Windsor’s hair before nailing a few elbow strikes, temporarily stunning Kerry and giving Kyle time to catch his breath for the first time, despite scorn from the referee for his illegal hair grab. Cross merely brushes the referee aside and sets about attacking Windsor, chopping him a couple of times across the chest. He sends Kerry off the ropes, only for it to be reversed. Windsor then waits for Kyle to bounce back but is caught off guard when the Canadian launches into a spinning wheel kick, connecting right with Windsor’s chin and taking him off his feet.

Mayhem: Kyle Cross showcases his agility and athleticism early on here to take the advantage away from Kerry.

Trinks:Frustratingly that is undeniably true.

Kyle is straight back on Kerry as he gets to his feet, not giving him a moment to settle. He hits him with a few forearms to the jaw, followed quickly by a kick to the gut, doubling Windsor over. sees his opportunity and runs against the ropes behind Windsor, as he bounces backwards he sets Windsor up for a bulldog but brings his face down against his knee for a diving knee drop bulldog. Kyle quickly scurries on top for an early cover…

1…2

Kick out!

Trinks: Kyle Cross is on his game tonight, Kerry really needs to step things up here.

Mayhem: Kerry looks a little too hyped to me, he needs to be more calculating and less caught up in the moment.

Kyle drags Windsor up to a vertical base and bashes him round the head a couple of times, before getting him position for a release German suplex. As he lifts Kerry however, Kerry manages to lift his foot against Kyle’s leg and block the attempt. Cross tries a second time but once again Windsor blocks, this time following up with some elbows to the face, forcing a release. Kyle stumbles backwards and Windsor doesn’t need second invitation to wrestle back the initiative, charging at his opponent and meeting him with a flying back elbow to send him to the mat. Cross quickly jumps right back to his feet but hasn’t really got his bearings and wanders straight into a fishermans suplex…

1…2

Kick Out!

Mayhem: Kerry is back on top, and building some momentum here!

Trinks: Indeed, it looks hard to separate these two though Maggie.

Kerry picks Cross up and whips him hard into the corner, causing him to stumble straight back out into a quick kick to the mid-section. Windsor pulls Kyle’s doubled up frame toward him and set’s him up for The ReAlignment, before rolling on top and hooking the leg.

1…2..

Kick Out!

Mayhem: That was a close shave for Kyle.

Kerry makes a signal to suggest he wants to end things and begins to stalk Cross as he gets to his feet, when he finally drags himself up, Windsor pounces and looks for The Most Hated. He gets the shape for it, but at the last minute Cross just manages to push him off and send him against the ropes, as he bounces off Kyle Cross acts on auto pilot and lifts his leg, crunching his opponents jaw as he meets it with a stunning Look To The North. Kerry Windsor immediately crumples to the mat as Kyle drops to his knees and slowly makes his way over to Windsor’s prone form, draping an arm over for the cover.

Mayhem: That has to be it! That connection was too sweet.

Trinks: One…two…thr…NO! Kerry gets the shoulder up.

Kyle slams his fist against the mat in frustration at his opponents late kick out. He drags Kerry up with him as he gets to his feet and chops him a couple of times, forcing him backwards till he’s leaning against the ropes. Cross whips Kerry against the opposite set of ropes however on the return journey out of nowhere Kerry nails Kyle with his version of trouble in paridise, Back To Square One. Kerry drops down on top of Kyle Cross for the cover…

1…

2…

3!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match KERRRRRRRYYYYY WINDSORRRRRRR!!!!

Mayhem: Kerry is your winner here tonight folks..Oh no..Im getting..yes..word from teh back that the Chicago Police are here..inside the building about 20 of them. This will not be good for Hessingstock. Let’s go to the back!

The camera rolls to the back hallway is host to two of Chicago’s finest that were let in the doors earlier tonight by Big Blue for a chunk of change. They seem to have a couple more officers with them now. They stop and ask the stagehands a thing or two before they pause and ask Sullivan Aimes

Officer #1: You know where Samuel Hessingstock is boy?

Sully hides his hand with his cigarette behind his back and shakes his head. They continue on until they come to Nero who hasn’t been seen in a long time on Revival.

Officer #2: Excuse me. Do you know wh....

Nero just licks his lips and hisses at the police as they back off and the first officer shakes his head no and they keep on moving down through the hall. Now many Revival superstars are lining the hall as they walk, wanting to see what is going on. The frustration leads the police to bark through the hall.

Officer #1: Ladies and Gentleman, harboring an animal killer is a serious offence! We WILL find him..

The camera stops and sidesteps now to fade on the backs of the police as they raid the halls looking for Hessingstock. Two by two in a force of 15 or more follow the lead investigators down the hall asking for his whereabouts.

Mayhem: We have cops storming the back looking for Hessingstock and PETA boycotting in the front of United Center here tonight. It has been one hell of a night!

Trinks: All over some mutt. Its just a dog let it go! Myke, bit of advice, get the girl and her boy another dog! A puppy! Just keep it away from Hessingstock!

Mayhem: Richard, you are sick. That was a pet of theirs! How could you condone this?! i am having a hard time staying seated here next to you. Gosh! Lucky for you, we have this featured video.

**HYPE VIDEO FOR TONIGHT’S MAIN EVENT MATCH**

Upon returning from the video the fans at home and the crowd are treated to the REV-O-TRON coming to life again. The scene finds itself in a darkened alley, shadows omnipresent at every which way. Suddenly, a bright light shines down on an individual, a someone, a somebody, standing almost like a statue, his face covered by the darkness. He slowly looks up, his dark eyes. Eyes that burn with confidence. He smiles, and begins to speak...

Here, the shot zooms in to a close-up...

?: I am Anthony Levi and some, in fact many may say before that they've come to save. To provide guidance, to inspire, to hold the power of the ancients in their hands. There have been God’s or Messiahs throughout time, may it be Elijah, Buddha, Christ, or many others who claim this title. The title of "God". I will hold true to that title, handed to me by destiny, to claim what is mine in Revival...

Anthony closes his eyes, and breathes in. Absorbing what he has said as the scene slides into a profile feature...

Anthony Levi: I know who you all are. I know, oh, I know. No longer will I sit and wait. My time is here to bring judgment down upon all of you. So say your prayers, look to the sky above for answers, and hope that I won't come for you too soon....

Camera shoots to a fist, which clinches with hate... Then focuses above him, as he looks up.

Anthony Levi: I am everything a man needs to be, I am a destroyer of worlds and lives! I am beyond the rest, for I am THAT person! FOR I AM THE GOD! I am Revival’s god! I am “The God” Anthony Levi and I shall be with you all next week.

Slowly, the camera fades out into blackness and the live crowd already show their disapproval to Anthony Levi with solid and resounding boos.

Trinks: Revival gets ANOTHER ONE! All this new guy smell is overwhelming but.. Ah ha Magz, it's about that time...

Mayhem: Time for what?

Trinks: Time for Mr. Hess to end the Superman era here in Revival. Adams is a walkin dead man, if he's goofy enough to even come out here tonight.

Mayhem: Myke Adams will show for this Main Event... That much I can guarantee. Suicidal Supes never backs down from anything. Even if Hessingstock has stacked the odds in his favor.

Trinks: Bah ha ha, Adams is a fool, and a tool. A dead man walkin! This should be great to see.

Mayhem: Yeah, sure. Anyhow folks it's time for our Main Event, dubbed Hessingstock's Revenge by the man in charge Samuel Hessingstock himself.

Trinks: Get ready for some REAL Violence! Ha ha, this is gonna be a clinic.

Mayhem: I like how ya emphasized the word real. You know Trey J would drop you in a second if it got him further around here, right?

Trinks: Never, don't hate Magz... appreciate.

Mayhem: Whatever. Let's hit the ring with Stan and get this ridiculous 'contest' started.

Stan Hopeforth: Alright Revival Nation, time for tonight's Main Event. This contest will be called the Hessingstock's Revenge match. One man against a mystery amount of challengers. So without further ado let's get that man out here...

The crowd erupts in a fury of screams and cheers, shaking the arena as a chant of SUP-ER-MAN, SUP-ER-MAN, SUP-ER-MAN! Breaks out and resounds. Stan smiles and nods as he continues in the mic over the booming crowd.

Stan Hopeforth: That's right Revival... Hailing from Maryland and weighing in at two hundred twenty three pounds... THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN... MYYYYYYYKE AAAAADAMSSSSS!!!

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 complete with a crazy Joker styled red smile. He comes to a stop, getting his adrenaline going with the tone set by Slipknot's aggressive tune... Myke grimaces a bit, showing signs of pain from the attack against him earlier in the night.

"GOOOOOOOO!!!"

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

Trinks: Well he certainly looks prepared for war, but I could see him showing signs of hurt. He's still feeling that beat down he took earlier.

Mayhem: True. But Adams is as resilient as they come. And he feeds off this explosive energy of the crowd, I'm sure he'll be fine... depending on how much Hess has stacked upon him.

Trinks: He's a dead man.

Stan Hopeforth: And his first opponent hailing from Chicago... JOOOOOOOOOE JOHNSONNN!!!

”Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion kicks in throughout the arena as the fans start their chorus of boos. They begin to chant “Joe Sucks" as Joe Johnson walks out on to the ramp loving the negative response from the crowd. Holding his arms out wide in a Jesus sort of pose. He has such a sadistic smirk due to the crowds negative response as he now begins his walk down to the ring. Slapping the hands away from the fans that try to grab him. 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 smirking as his music fades out. Joe backs across the ring from Adams, the two staring down as Myke looks ready to charge out and strike Joe down... But neither makes a move, Joe points to the entrance and mouths off at Adams.

Stan Hopeforth: And Myke's next opponent hailing from Brooklyn, New York... THE REAL SHOW... TRRRRRRREY JORRRRRRRDAN!!!

The lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off, jeering wildly for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "REAL." tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the booing crowd. Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp as he hustles for the ring. Swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of fans before tugging off his REAL. tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match. He joins Joe as the two begin to smirk and talk amongst one another... never taking their eyes off Adams. Myke still low in the far corner with a determined glare under his painted guise.

Stan Hopeforth: And finally, Myke's third and final opponent... Hailing from Oxford, England... THE HATER... SAAAAAAAAAMUEL HESSINGSTOCKKKK!!!

CLICK.

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

RELEASE ME!!

BOOM!

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

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

Sam now begins to waltz down to the ring, we see a mic in his hand. He stops near the ring with a wild smirk under his Joker paint as the song skips to the chorus.

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

Sam remains at ringside as the song stops, and the arena lighting goes back to norm. He slowly walks up the ring steps as he and Adams' eyes are locked in a hate filled stare down. Sam enters the ring behind Trey and Joe, patting both their shoulders as they nod. Hessingstock shakes his head as the crowd chants out in unison ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! Hessingstock nearly growls as he speaks loudly over the booing crowd as they chant away.

Samuel Hessingstock: Get out of my ring, Stanley.

Stan Hopeforth quickly does as told and exits the ring, Adams now stands in his corner and looks at the crowd, motioning them to chant louder. The painted high risk heretic beckons the three men to bring it but Sam holds out a hand and smirks wider.

Samuel Hessingstock: Not so fast there Mykeal, we will be destroying you in this ring... But this match will not have a true referee. Instead I will over see any 'pinfalls' if one would occur... Unlikely, but if it does... Well I'll cover it. But as for your 'challengers' yes we have the impressive REAL Show, and the intangible Joe Johnson. But I have a fourth man who has agreed with us and wants to see you suffer... A man from a place unknown... A Monster if you will. Straight from Revival Nation's nightmares... I give you GARRET WOLFCASTLE!

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

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

Mayhem: This is friggin ridiculous. How can the competition committee even condone such a so called match?! This is a mere 'scheduled' assault. I can't see how Adams can do a thing here tonight!

Trinks: Glad to see you agree with me. He's a goner, dead, finished... Bye bye Tinkerbell!

Samuel Hessingstock: Okay Revival, hope you enjoy the END OF MYKEAL ADAMS! Ring that fuckin bell!

DING! DING!

Mayhem: This is so wrong, I dunno if I can even sit here and watch this. I'm tempted myself to go in and stand by Myke...

Trinks: I wouldn't suggest that Magz, your pretty little ass wouldn't make it five seconds with the REAL one and the Monster in there...

Adams bounds about the ring, Wolfcastle lumbering toward him as Johnson and Jordan quickly do the same. They form almost a 'net' as they wedge in at Suicidal Supes. Adams shakes his head and lunges right in at them! Hessingstock standing back with a sickly grin as he watches on. Adams comes in fast and leaps up, he goes horizontal with the canvas and throws out both feet right into the chest of Wolfcastle. A beautiful falling double footed dropkick connects with force! This only staggers Garrett back. As Adams hits the mat Jordan and Johnson are all over him. They begin to throw rights and lefts like madmen down into Myke. The crowd booing with all they've got as even the cameras seem to shake from the commotion of disdain from this packed arena's crowd. Jordan tugs at Myke's pitch black hair and pulls him to his feet...

Mayhem: Like this is even fair... I'm sayin nothing.

Trinks: This is what Myke gets for messin with a guy like Sam...

Trey hits a side elbow into Myke's head, as he staggers sideways Adams gets snatched up by Joe Johnson. Joe Irish whips Myke but as Myke goes forward Joe levels him with a huge knee lift! Adams has no time to fold over as he then gets Irish whipped right into Wolfcastle! Garrett catches Suicidal Supes and quickly spins him upside down and slams him with huge force over the canvas via a nasty modified powerslam.

Trinks: OH WHAT A SLAM!

Adams acrhes up in agony, but Trey and Joe stomp the life outta him, the crowd chanting away... CHICK-EN-SHITS! CHICK-EN-SHITS! CHICK-EN-SHITS! But the three assaliants seem to ignore the crowd's booming taunts. Jordan pulls Myke back up, the crowd's boos turn to cheers as somehow Myke shows some energy and goes at Jordan with a sudden bolt of right and left punches. Jordan staggers back and Joe Johnson comes in to attack, Myke ducks a lariat and turns leaping up... he grabs Joe by the shoulders from behind and crunches him hard over both knees with a vicious lungblower, aka THE JOKES OVER! Joe calls out in agony and slides off Myke over the mat. Adams nails a kip up to his feet as the crowd whistles and screams. Their cheers turn sour however as Myke turns and gets mowed down by a spear from the Hater, Sam punches at Myke and quickly rises. He nods at Wolfcastle and Jordan and tells them to get to work.

Mayhem: Ah, Myke is tryin to fight this off... But nobody can take these odds all at once. This is disgusting...

Trinks: Disgustingly awesome! They are showing him a thing or two in there! Ha ha!

Wolfcastle now pulls up Myke and shoves him back into the nearby corner. BOOM! A huge elbow shot from Garrett connects flush. BOOM, another... BOOM! Another, and another. Now Trey J joins in with some stiff punches to Myke's head. Wolfcastle steps back as Trey J tugs Myke from the corner... He grabs up Adams and hooks him for a what appears to be a Death Valley Driver... but as Jordna turns and looks to drop him Adams somehow blast a few vicious and quick elbows into Jordan's head. The crowd in delight as Superman gives his all, kicking about his feet and spinning off Jordan's shoulder. Myke slides down with Trey's head now in his grip and crunches the REAL Show over the mat with a flowing and VILE DDT!! THE DISSOLUTION'S DONE connects!

Mayhem: YES!

Trinks: What the hell, how is he fighting still?!

Myke grabs at the ropes, looking pretty shaken up as he tries to get his feet. Wolfcastle charges in to attack. THUMP! Myke suddenly lands his EGOSHREDDER superkick on Garrett! Wolfcastle doesn't go down though, he staggers and buckles to one knee. Across the ring Johnson is now pulling himself up after the lungblower. Samuel Hess looks stunned by Myke's fight... he grabs at his hair in frustration and barks over at Joe to get up!

Mayhem: Yes! The Monster on one knee... go get him Myke!

Trinks: And I'm biased?!

Adams lunges at the ropes and quickly spirals into the air with a 720 spin grabbing up Wolfcastle with a big time 720 DDT, or the LAST LAUGH!!! This crunches the Monster over the mat. Myke staggers up with shock over his face, his paint a smeared mess as he appears dazed. Joe Johnson is right there as the crowd's cheers turn sour again. THWACK! Joe lands a vicious knife edge chop, WHACK another, THWHACK and another. Joe grabs up Adams and whips him hard across the ring. Myke goes at the far turnbuckles but somehow loses his footing and ends up flipped upside down when he connects out of control back first into the buckles! He hits so hard it makes a huge POP! Adams spills over the canvas as Hess now joins Joe in stomping at Myke. Across the ring the Monster and Trey Jordan try to regain their marbles after Myke's sudden moves.

Mayhem: Uh...

Trinks: Now we're back in it.

Hess and Joe bring a stunned Myke to a seat, his green eyes weary as they stomp him into the corner. Sam grabs the ropes and shoves his boot into Adams' throat. Trying to choke the life out of him as Johnson kicks and stomps at Myke. Sam finally lets off and allows Johnson to pull Myke up and much to the crowd's dismay quickly land a wicked Leaping Reverse STO! Adams flops and cries out in agony, Hessingstock all smiles as he stomps one last time and heads out of the fray. Wolfcastle and Jordan both rise and shake off their pain... both looking rather heated now as they head back over where Johnson is seated over Adams and just blistering punches at him.

Mayhem: Somebody needs to get out here, somebody needs to help Myke!

Trinks: Not tonight doll, Mr. Hessingstock left a message to the roster... Anybody comes out to help Adams... They're fired.

Mayhem: That is complete bull!

Trinks: Hey that's how it goes, we just gotta deal with it.

Wolfcastle pulls Joe off Myke and tugs at Adams' black tank top as it stretches then rips a bit. Garrett grabs Adams up and hoist him up before bringing him down viciously with his black hole slam aka the LIFE SENTENCE! Adams flops a bit and rolls to his chest. His foot kicks a few times as his smeared paint cover face is buried in the canvas... his black hair like a pool on the ring... Trey J stomps him hard in the lower back then grabs at that coal black head of hair. The crowd in a full on riot of jeers and boos. Jordan gets Adams up and snatches him over both shoulders... he spins around and hooks Myke's head before spiraling him hard of the mat with a vile fireman's DDT or the SHOWS OVER!!! Adams hits the mat viciously and flops up to a seat before dropping motionless over the mat.

Mayhem: Geez how impressive, a three man assault now has them using their finishing moves. This is making me sick...

Trinks: Then just close your eyes and shut up. I'll handle the play by play gallie.

Adams is out of it, we see his face paint has been smeared right off his face in areas as his crystalline green eyes are blood shot and hurting as they hardly open. Hessingstock steps in and motions Joe, Trey and Garrett back... Hessingstock stands over the fallen Adams and laughs as the crowd boom with their CHICK-EN-SHIT! Chant all over again. Hess drops down to one knee and leans over Myke. WHACK he slaps Adams... WHACK again, and WHACK one more time. Hessingstock begins screaming things at Myke... but we suddenly see Wolfcastle and Trey Jordan step back and look to the entrance way... Joe Johnson does it to now. The crowd erupting in cheers as POLICE OFFICERS charge ringside with the head two officers of the night in tow behind!!!

Mayhem: OH MY GOD! POLICE!

Trinks: Oh snap! Bad Boys, Bad boys whatcya gonna do?!

Wolfcastle and Jordan ready for anything... Johnson does the same as the police surround the ring. Hessingstock stands from his screaming and berating of the fallen Adams. His eyes wide under his smeared on Joker face paint... one cop calls out and demands Sam to exit the ring and do it without conflict... Hessingstock peers at Trey, the Joe, then Garrett. They all shake their heads in disbelief now...

Mayhem: YES! Go in and arrest the sicko!

Trinks: NO! This match wasn't over!!!

Mayhem: This wasn't a match, it was an all out assault...

Sam tells something to Jordan, Wolfcastle and Johnson... the three of them nod and head for the ropes...

Trinks: Are they gonna get down with Chi-town's finest?!

Mayhem: It would seem so...

But they do not, The Monster, the REAL Show, and Joe Johnson all exit the ring and move through the police... the three of them turning and staring at the mess at ringside as they slowly head up the aisle. Sam looks down at Myke and grins... He says something that can't be made out and then dives over the still fallen Myke. Punch after punch, he goes off as the police down head into the ring. A whole group of them!

Trinks: NO! He's the boss!

Mayhem: Yes! He deserves it, I can't believe this was even allowed to take place.

Adams looks out of it in the ring, touching at his face as he groans. The police subdue Sam quickly and handcuff him as they read out his rights, he just laughs loudly, and sadistically at that. They pull him away from the fallen Myke and force him from the ring where more cops are waiting. The whole group of cops surround Sam as they force him up the aisle now... his laughing still going on.

Trinks: He's laughing like a mad man over there! I cannot belive the police are arresting are boss!

Mayhem: He's not the boss, Valiant runs things. Sam is a board member, he's abusing that honor.

In the ring Adams has rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up a bit on his elbows... his smeared up face paint cannot hide the pain and anger in his expression as his green eyes watch Hessingstock get 'carted' out.

Trinks: I can't believe this atrocity!

Mayhem: I can, and folks I am sorry to say this... But we are out of time! Revival will keep ya up to date on the state of our now arrested board member, and sicko Sam Hesingstock!

Trinks: Yeah so that means hit up Revival and the web baby!

Mayhem: We'll see ya for more Violence on HBO next week! Goodnight everyone!

The show begins to fade off the air as we see Adams watching in pain, a slight smile slowly works over his face as the crowd continues to chant for Adams, and taunt at Hessingstock. The camera shifts to Hess, still laughing as he fights at the police as they force him toward the entrance area. We fade to black on that shot of Sam and police with him laughing out of control... All we are left with is black then the HBO and Revival logos.