VIOLENCE: 19 [October 4, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

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

Once again, the REVIVAL nation finds itself under protest from the animal rights activists known simply as "PETA". With signs reading "DOG KILLERS", "DOWN WITH HESSINGSTOCK", and the overtly long "WHAT DO WE WANT? - REVIVAL OFF THE AIR! WHEN DO WE WANT IT? - NOW! WHY DO WE WANT IT? - BECAUSE THEY KILL DOGS!" Police and security forces seperate them to maintain the peace as the cameras pan back into the building as VIOLENCE comes on the air...

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 punk-adorned female sits next to an orange and black clad sleaze ball...

Richie Trinks: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm the ever amazing Richie Trinks...

Maggie Mayhem: And I'm the one who's always tasked with sitting next to you, Maggie Mayhem. Folks, tonight we've got one hell of an action-packed card, three title matches, one match offering an opportunity toward championship gold, and a rematch for the ages in the night's main event.

Trinks: But first, let's talk about PETA.

Mayhem: Yes, lets. You see, recently REVIVAL Wrestling has come under attack from PETA and various other animal rights-affiliated groups because of an incident that occured during last week's hype-fest. Samuel Hessingstock, a member of the Board of Directors, kidnapped a dog--belonging to Myke Adams--and murdered him on the air.

Trinks: That shits was crazy, Mags. And I'm not even talking crazy-loco like Hessingstock crazy, I'm talking it was very weird, morbid, and it hurt my soul-crazy.

Mayhem: Indeed it was. But, as I was getting to, Samuel Hessingstock was arrested last week, and as far as I know, is still sitting in jail, awaiting bail. It's my understanding that the Board of Directors has stated that they do not condone, nor endorse the actions taken by Mr. Hessingstock. In fact, I have a small comment made by an anonoymous source close to the Board. "Mr. Hessingstock strung up his own noose. As far as we [The Board of Directors] are concerned, Mr. Hessingstock can hang there."

Trinks: No loyalty in business these days? If you can't trust your own partners, who can you trust?

Mayhem: He murdered a dog, Richie. As far as I'm concerned, the bastard is lucky he even has a job!

Trinks: Remind me to never slight you, Magpie...

Mayhem: If you ever kill a dog, Richie. I'll rip your testicles off and shove them so far down your throat, you'll be tea-bagging your intestines.

Richie just stares at her, and gulps incredibly hard.

Mayhem: With that said, on with an exciting and incredibly promising show, folks!

Kerry Windsor is seen in his locker room, and immediately the boo birds make their calling in the background as the Cornerstone appears on the screen. He is in his wrestling gear, dressed and ready for his upcoming match against the Black Mantis. He’s sitting down with his head hung low, a towel draped over it. Meditating? Deep in thought? We can’t really tell what he is. A knock on the door in the background is heard.

Kerry Windsor: It’s already open!

He says this almost as if he were expecting his guest. The camera pans back a tad bit, to catch a visual of the doorway. Kerry’s protégé Cordelia Stevenson walks in, slowly closing the door behind her. She walks towards Kerry and holds up her iPhone.

Cordelia Stevenson: You said you needed to see me?

Kerry lifts his head, removing the towel and tossing it to the side. An off kilter smile makes its way onto his face at the sight of his beloved student.

Cordelia Stevenson: Ok, that smile is creepy as shit. Stop it.

Kerry lets out a little chuckle as he steps forward and pulls Cordy into an embrace.

Kerry Windsor: You remember what we spoke about yesterday?

Cordy shrugs her shoulders as she takes a step back.

Cordelia Stevenson: How could I not, you only kept going on and on about it for fucking ever.

Kerry smirks.

Kerry Windsor: Do you remember the meeting place?

Cordelia Stevenson: Yes.

Kerry Windsor: Do you remember how to get there?

Cordelia Stevenson: I don’t, but my GPS does.

She lets out an audible sigh and tosses her hands into the air, seemingly annoyed.

Cordelia Stevenson: How many times do we have to go through this, Windy?

Kerry grabs a hold of Cordy by the shoulders, and holds her at arms length.

Kerry Windsor: As many times as we need to, to ensure that tonight goes perfectly. Tonight is a big night Cordelia.

She cringes at his use of her full name.

Cordelia Stevenson: I know it is Windy, and like I told ya. I’m ready, so stop worrying, ok? All you need to worry about is going out there and destroying Black Mantis. I’ve got everything handled.

Kerry observes her for a moment, before giving a nod of the head.

Kerry Windsor: I know you do Cordy. I know you won’t let me down.

He lets go of her and lowers his gaze to the ground. He speaks, but it's more like he's talking to himself.

Kerry Windsor: Because tonight Cordelia, you and I … we set the world on … fire.

He glances back towards her, an evil glare in his eye as he breaks into a hearty laugh. He then pushes past her, heading for the door, leaving her behind. Cordy turns around and watches him go, simply shaking her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: I swear he’s losing it. Losing it I say … but at least he’s not killing dogs… yet.

She then stalks off after him as the scene fades away.

Mayhem: That was an incredibly weird interaction, Richie.

Trinks: I'll say, that was weird.

Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd just like to remind you that next week is a special three-hour episode of VIOLENCE, as it marks our twentieth episode! We hope you tune in to see all of our glorious action and incredible talent!

Trinks: That's assuming PETA doesn't try to sue HBO and have us thrown off the air.

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

The lights dim to near darkness, "Gone Guru" kicks up on the PA, and a quick, but thick puff of smoke rises from beneath the grated entrance area. Once it dissipates, a figure clad in black from head to toe is revealed, the intimidating visage of The Black Mantis himself! Mantis stalks down to the ring at a languid pace, walks up the steps and ducks through the ropes.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first … weighing in at 252 LBS. He is Blaaaaack Maaaaaaaannnntis.

He moves to his corner, faces it, drops to a knee and bows his head for an extended moment....then Mantis steps to the second turnbuckle using it for a springboard, shooting himself into the air and performing a backflip as he removes martial arts-style entrance robe in mid-air! Mantis lands on his feet as the crowd cheers loudly, and elicits more cheers as he performs various kicks and punches, and finishes by striking a "ready" pose, awaiting the beginning of his match.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, weighing 235 lbs, and hailing from Des Moines, Iowa. He is The Cornerstone, KEEEEERRRRYYYYY WINDSOOOORRRRR!

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.”

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

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

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

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

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

"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 the opening bell.

The bell sounds and Mantis rushes across the ring, opening up on Windsor with a combo of rights and lefts. He backs Kerry into the corner and lifts his knee right into the gut of the former Heavyweight champion. He then delivers a nasty chop that straightens Kerry right back up. Mantis then whips Kerry across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. Kerry speeds towards the turnbuckle and Mantis follows. Kerry reaches out and grabs the ropes, hoisting himself into the air and over Mantis who runs underneath him. Mantis however reaches up and catches Kerry on his shoulder. Turning around, he explodes from the corner and drops The Cornerstone with a ring shaking Power slam! He then goes for a pin.

One …

No! Windsor powers out of the pin attempt at the count of one.

Mayhem: Wow Richie! The Black Mantis has really come out here on fire tonight!

Trinks: You know why that is right Magz? It’s because he’s in the ring with the Greatest Man walking this Earth, and he knows better than to disrespect that man by not giving his all in this losing effort!

Mayhem: Richie … I honestly don’t know what to say to you. Sometimes you really do just leave me … speechless.

Trinks: I prefer the mute ones anyway Maggie. No one can hear’em scream.

Mayhem: … … …

In the ring, Black Mantis has lifted Kerry back up to his feet. He delivers a hard forearm to Windsor’s head followed by another. He backs Kerry into the ropes, and now whips him across the ring. Mantis dips down, telegraphing a back body drop which proves to be a major mistake as Windsor lifts his leg up and kicks him right in the face. Mantis turns and staggers back, and Windsor quickly pursues him and drops him with a bulldog.

The Cornerstone quickly hops back up to his feet, putting the boots to Mantis for a few, before lifting the masked man back to his feet. Kerry knees Mantis in the stomach which doubles him over, and then sets him up into a suplex position and hooks the leg. Kerry launches backwards, lifting Mantis and dropping him with a beautiful twisting fisherman suplex. Kerry then bridges it for the pin.

One …

Two …

No! Mantis kicks out on two. Kerry looks at the referee and mouths something to him about the count being slow. He works his way back to his feet, and reaches down to lift Mantis up. He gets Mantis to a kneeling position before Mantis fires a stiff right into Kerry’s abdomen. Mantis hits him with another and another as he works himself to a standing position. Once back on his feet, he whips Kerry into the ropes, and as Kerry rebounds back, Mantis lifts him into the air with a spinning spine buster.

Mayhem: Very impressive move there by Mantis! I tell ya Richie, I think Windsor is getting more than he bargained for with the masked man!

Trinks: Ok Kerry, you’ve got to pick it up now. People are starting to think Mantis has a chance!

Mantis is back on his feet now, and he’s patiently waiting in the corner, beckoning for Windsor to get back to his feet. Windsor finally makes it back to his feet, and Mantis explodes from the corner as Kerry turns around. Kerry spies him and sidesteps him at the last possible second. Mantis goes for a spear and misses, crashing shoulder first into the steel ring post. Kerry flashes a sinister grin as Mantis stumbles from the corner gripping his shoulder. He turns right around and Kerry hoists him onto his shoulders and then drives him into the mat with his Lowered Expectations Samoan Driver. The crowd boos mercilessly as Kerry bridges the move into a pin by hooking the leg. The ref drops down for a count …

One …

Two …

Thre--- NO! Black Mantis somehow manages to kick out at the last second. Kerry smirks as he rolls to a kneeling position. He leans down over Mantis and starts slapping him in the head and yelling for him to stay down. Kerry lifts Mantis back up to his feet and attempts to whip him into the ropes, however Mantis reverses It and sends Kerry flying into the ropes instead. Once he hits the ropes, Kerry grabs onto them to halt his momentum. Mantis charges at him, but Kerry ducks down and back body drops him over the ropes. Mantis lands on the ring apron and steadies himself. Kerry thinks that Mantis has fallen to the floor, and taps his head, saying that he outsmarted him, but as soon as he turns around, Mantis launches himself into the ring with a flying shoulder block which draws a huge pop from the crowd.

Mayhem: It seems Black Mantis is the one that outsmarted Kerry there Richie!

Trinks: Do you realize how stupid you sound using Black Mantis and any tense of smart in a sentence?

Mantis lifts Kerry to his feet and delivers a boot to the midsection. He then bounces off of the ropes and leaps into the air, looking for the Finding Purity single leg facebuster. Kerry spins out of the way, causing Mantis to fall straight to the mat. Kerry crouches down and gets into a readied position, as Mantis rolls to his feet. When Mantis turns to face him, Kerry leaps into the air, rotating and connecting with a BACK TO SQUARE ONE that sends Mantis crashing back to the mat. The crowd lets their disapproval be known as Kerry then goes for the pin.

Trinks: Uh That’s All Folks! Mantis is OUT!

The ref drops to make the count.

One ….

Two …

Three!

The ref hops up and signals for the bell as Kerry stands up and looks down at his fallen opponent with disdain.

Stan Hopeforth: The Winner of this match … Keerrryyy Windsoooorrrr

Mayhem: And The Cornerstone picks up yet another victory.

Trinks: It’s what he does Maggie! Haven’t you learned that by now! And you mean to tell me he doesn’t deserve that shot at Hanson?

Mayhem: It certainly isn’t Kerry Windsor’s skill that’s preventing him getting a shot at Ben Hanson and that Heavyweight title. It’s his behavior Richie. LOOK AT WHAT HE’S DOING NOW!

In the ring, Kerry Windsor has gone back to stomping the Black Mantis. He lifts the Mantis back to his feet before placing him into a Hammerlock position. Kerry then spins him around and nails him with his Hammerlock Reverse STO that he calls “The Most Hated”.

Trinks: THE MOST HATED Maggie! But God I love him so much.

Mayhem: You sound like a school girl with a crush Richie. As for Kerry, he just may be the Most Hated with the way he’s been acting lately.

Kerry hops back up to his feet, relishing in the boos that rain down upon him. His music cues up and he flashes a smirk before climbing out of the ring.

Trinks: Amazing and impressive victory by Kerry Windsor. It's no wonder with a contest like that why "The Cornerstone" was our inaugural World's Champion!

Mayhem: I have to agree with you there, Richie. Kerry Windsor is one hell of a talented individual, but this obsession that he has with Ben Hanson is disheartening...

Trinks: Shut up, Maggie! I'm recieving word that there is something going on backstage!

Mayhem: Rude ass, telling people to shut up...

The show cuts backstage to where Cordelia Stevenson can be found through the halls of the arena. Her face is contorted up in a combination of fear and upset, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she finally stops outside a locker room. The name on the plaque says ‘Ben Hanson’. Cordelia doesn’t even knock, swinging the door open to find the World champion sitting on a bench, taping up his wrists.

Cordelia Stevenson: You have to come quick!

Ben Hanson: Why, what’s happened?

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s Sher…

Hanson stands up in an instant, a look of horror on his face.

Ben Hanson: She’s not supposed to be here–

Cordelia Stevenson: She wanted it to be a surprise, to meet you here at the arena and lead you out for your match tonight…

By now the tears are streaming down Cordelia’s cheeks, her speech interrupted by sobs. Ben’s expression changes from horror to angry as he anticipates what’s coming.

Cordelia Stevenson: …but she ran into Kerry in the parking lot. They got into an argument – you have to come quickly, Ben!

With that, Hanson bolts from the room and charges down the corridor towards the car park. The camera stays with Cordelia, however, because the cameraman can’t run that fast and carry equipment at the same time. She wipes the tears away from her eyes and a smile appears on her face; the wily Stevenson laughs to herself as she picks up the Revival World Heavyweight Championship that Ben left laying on top of his belongings. Cordy empties Ben’s duffel bag and puts the belt in there before casually walking out of the room with the bag slung over one shoulder.

By now a cameraman has made it to the parking lot where Ben Hanson is looking around for any sign of activity. His head swinging from side to side as he tries to spy an ambulance, a police car. Some living person who can tell him where Sheree is. Finally an attendant walks by; a frantic Hanson grabs the man by the shoulders and shouts.

Ben Hanson: Where’s Sheree!? What did he do to her!?

Attendant: I–I haven’t seen her…

Ben Hanson: Where are they!?

Hanson growls as his grip shifts to the man’s collar. The poor attendant doesn’t know what to say.

Attendant: I haven’t seen her…

Ben Hanson: What about Kerry Windsor?

Attendant: He left about ten minutes ago, just after his match. But I haven’t seen Ms. Washington all night, champ.

Hanson releases his grip on the man’s shirt and runs both hands through his hair. He looks around again, noticing that Cordy didn’t follow him to the car park. It’s not audible, but anyone can clear make out Ben mouthing “fuck” as he heads back towards his locker room.

Mayhem: All a ruse, it seems, Richie. Any defense to be had from #TeamKerry's number one fan?

Trinks: I'm reserving judgment until further notice, Margaret.

[REVIVAL]

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is an over the top battle royal for number one contendership to Revival's PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The camera pans to the ring where Anthony Levi, Mike Harrison, Riku Kuninobu, Thaddeus Grey, Jessica Robertson, Tyce and Fagan Ballentine have all made their way out and stand ready to rumble...

DING! DING!

Trinks: This outta be spirited...

Mayhem: Chaotic atleast!

A giant brawl ensues now as fist are being thrown each and everywhere in the ring. Tyce, Fagan and Riku on one side of the ring whilst Jessica ties up with Thaddeus Grey. Levi and Harrison get a lock up going as well... Levi moving up under Mike's arm and twisting it around behind him. Across the ring, Fagan and Riku have actually teamed up and are working on dumping Tyce over the ropes and out of the ring... They succeed and Tyce is the first to go.

Stan Hopeforth: Tyce has been eliminated folks!

Fagan and Riku share a high five, then go back to work. They head over at Harrison and Levi, who are still trading off waistlocks, and arm bars. Fagan blast a running forearm into the side of Levi, and Riku lands a beautiful hurricanrana onto Mike Harrison. Across the ring now Thaddeus Grey is stomping Jessica Robertson into a seat in the corner... she tries to block up but Grey is going at her with a vengeance... He finally tugs her from her seat and whips her around at the ropes... She goes over but grabs on, quickly wrapping her legs around Thaddeus' head! Jessica gets the crowd cheering as she somehow manages to pull Grey around and dump him over the ropes... Thaddeus hits the arena floor and screams out in rage... arguing with the refs at ringside as they force him to leave.

Stan Hopeforth: Thaddeus Grey has been eliminated!!

Trinks: That's two of em gone already, down to five!

Mayhem: Wow Richie, nice math skills.

Trinks: Stow it lady.

Jessica gets her feet back in the ring and stands, giving a satisfied glance as she watches Thaddeus trudge backstage in anger. She turns to see Fagan now somehow in the clutches of Antony Levi via a headlock. Riku and Mike Harrison are trading shots back and fourth as they stagger about the ring. Harrison catching an arm as he pulls Riku in and lands an explosive snap suplex! Harrison spins up and Jessica charges into him, she leaps up and plows through Harrison with a nice leaping back elbow. Anthony Levi lets off Fagan and heads in behind Jessica... WHAM! The crowd jeers but a vile release German Suplex connects from Levi to Jessica!

Mayhem: Wow, what a brutal German Suplex...

Trinks: It didn't look German to me, or sound German?! Is it truly German?!

Mayhem: What?!

Trinks: Why so serious?!

Mayhem: WHAT?!

Trinks just heckles more, in the ring Levi stands and gets plowed into by Riku. Punch after punch sends Levi tumbling backward, Fagan Ballentine getting ready as Levi staggers his way... Riku takes note and looks to Irish whip Anthony at Fagan... but as Fagan leans down for a back drop over the ropes... Levi reverses and sends Riku at Ballentine. Fagan nails the back drop and sends Riku plummeting all the way over the top and down harsh over the arena floor! Fagan's eyes wide as he realizes what just happen... He turns with aggression now and charges at Levi.

Stan Hopeforth: Riku Kuninobu has been eliminated!

Fagan turns and apologizes over and over, Riku nods and waves it off before being forced from ringside. Now as Fagan turns, WHAM... Levi buckles him with a huge toe kick and lands a nice sit out facebuster on the big man. Across the ring Mike Harrison has used his size to get the upper hand over Jessica, he plants her with a hip toss then pulls on her and places on an ab stretch hold. Bending her backward, Mike grinds his teeth as he wrenches on the hold. The crowd loud as Levi comes in however and leaps up dropkickin Harrison in the head! Mike staggers back from Jessica, but before Levi can charge him Fagan trips Anthony up...

Trinks: Things are getting spicy Magz!

Mayhem: Business has def picked up!

Fagan rises now, shaking off the face buster. Jessica tugs at the near by ropes and gets herself up as well... Harrison follows and now all four competitors circle the ring, scanning each and every other up and down. They finally head back in for a huge collision. More shots being tossed around then a heavyweight boxing match!

Trinks: Hay-makers galore!

Mayhem: It's an all out fist-a-cuffs in there that's for dang sure!

Fagan finally reels Levi with a brutal European uppercut, Ballentine then forces a shoulder into Anthony and whips him across the ring at the far ropes. Before Fagan can go after however Harrison nails him with a swift knee shot to the gut and plants the big guy with a ring quaking sit out gut wrench powerbomb! Soon as they land though Jessica leaps in and dropkicks Mike Harrison in the mouth!

Trinks: Wow, Harrison is eating dropkicks like they're candy tonight!

Mayhem: It does seem that way, Rich.

Jessica rolls up and smiles but just as she stands she's mowed down by a running lariat from Anthony Levi. Anthony stomps over Jessica few times, then heads for Fagan... pulling on Ballentine to bring him up. THWHACK! And the crowd resounds with a long WOOOOOOO as Levi knife edges chops Fagan. THWHACK! THWHACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! A barrage of chops connect until Fagan's chest is beat red, now Levi grabs at the big guy and yanks him with all his weight into an Irish whip... As Mike Harrison gets his feet he is run right into by Fagan and stumbles backward... As he staggers, Jessica Robertson sees it and jumps up tugging down on the ropes! This causes Harrison to stumble over them backward and get spiraled viciously to the arena floor!

Stan Hopeforth: Mike Harrison has been eliminated folks!

Trinks: There to go, whose coming for the Monster?!

Mayhem: My money is on Jess, look at the fire in those eyes!

Trinks: Um, I'm most definitely not looking at those eyes...

Maggie mutters 'pig' as the action continues, Fagan and Jessica now in a tie up as the big man brings her down to one knee. She cries out and struggles to get back on both feet standing but before she can the crowd awes as Levi returns to the fray and slams into the back of Fagan with an axe handle. Ballentine stumbles around and Levi goes off on him with rights, then lefts... forcing Fagan into the nearest buckles for a few quick and stiff back elbow. Levi nods and turns to charge across the ring but as he does Jessica flies in his path and flips him down viciously with a wild hurricanrana!!!

Mayhem: Oh! Told ya Rich, look at that!

Trinks: The jiggle of those cheeks?! I was, I was... so sexy!

Mayhem: Uh...

Jessica comes up with a small grin, but before she knows it Fagan is right in her grill. He levels the smaller gal with a huge right hand that rocks Jessica. She stumbles and falls on her rear in the turnbuckles... Fagan turns his attention back on Levi who is fighting his way from the mat.

Trinks: Oh man, he's eying up Levi like he's a friggin hotdog or something! Toni run you're about to get EATEN!!! Ha ha ha!

Mayhem: You're ridiculous. Seriously.

Fagan charges in and Anthony was ready, he leans down to try for a back drop but Fagan's size and momentum causes both men to collide and stumble into the ropes. They start duking it out, punch for punch as Jessica rises from the far corner...

Trinks: Her she comes!!!

She charges in and screams out in attack mode, Levi and Fagan both glance her way as Jessica leaps up and crossbodies both men! They tumble into the ropes as Fagan goes over and Levi somehow wraps himself around the ropes... Jessica is carried over as well... Fagan hits the floor in a huge smack, the refs tryin to help him up soon as he crashes. Jessica and Anthony also come down to the floor now too, right after Fagan but nearly at the same exact time!!!

Mayhem: Wait, they're all three eliminated...

Stan Hopeforth: Folks Fagan Ballentine has been eliminated.

Trinks: But what about Jessica and Anthony?! What's the deal... the zebras are conferencing now...

Mayhem: This should be interesting.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The referees have come to a conclusion... And the winners, and NEW number one contenders for the PRIMETIME TITLE... ANTHONY LEEEEEEEVI AND JESSICA ROBERRRTSON!!!

Trinks: Fast-paced and full of ambition, that's how I'd describe that match, Maggie!

Mayhem: It should be interesting to see how next week's PRIMETIME Championship match goes down when the champion...

Trinks: Whomever that will be following tonight's bound-to-be-stellar contest between the champion, Garrett Wolfcastle, and challenger Alyx St. Croix...

Mayhem: Thanks, Richie. As I was saying, it's going to certainly be an amazing contest when the PRIMETIME Champion defends their gold against both Jessica Robertson and Anthony Levi!

We are backstage, in the locker room of Joe Johnson. A man whose certainly becoming a dangerous threat to all that oppose him. Sacrificing love, to dish out what he calls “Chaos” and taking a personal disliking to Myke Adams. Any way Joe Johnson is standing there in his ring gear ready for his match. The hate in his eyes, the anger in his pacing up and down shows his ready to go out there and destroy anyone or anything in his path.

Joe Johnson: “Many people question my motives, but the one person who bothers me most is Myke Adams. The guys a fucking hypocrite, preaching about this and that. Nobody cares what you think you're a has been, scrap that a fucking never was! When I'm done with you Adams your going to wish you never met me!

What's all this shit about I should have come to you? Why would I want to come to a jumped up clown boy? A guy whose weakened by love, the fans puppet and generally Samuel Hessingstock's bitch! That's right, you're Sam's bitch, his in your head right now, eating away at what's left of your brain. The very brain I'm about to scramble over that ring tonight. Some say Sam is the reason I'm doing this. Guess what? They're partly right but the main reason is, I hate do gooders like you MYKE!”

The rage is too much for Joe to handle as his pacing has become so much more quicker. Picking up a bat from beside him, he starts to trash the locker room. Swinging the bat at the mirror, sending shards of glass everywhere. The sound of Joe's manic laughter as he stands there watching every shard of glass hit the floor.

Joe Johnson: “That shattered and broken mirror represents you Adams! Just like the glass scrambled everywhere your blood will be too. It's not just you whose going to end up like these. There will be others, poor unfortunate cretins in the way of my path of CHAOS! I'm very certain there will be those trying to act big who will step up to your defence. Well guess what? Let them! I couldn't careless who gets involved. Your fame whore Sydney, your washed up brother or even your damn mother! I won't hesitate to leave them, shattered, broken and their blood scrambled everywhere.

It's too late now Myke, there is no stopping me! No stopping Hessingstock. You brought this upon yourself. Try going out there and thrilling the crowds but I'm afraid it's not going to happen like that. You may put up a hell of a fight but who cares, I will be known as the man who killed SUPERMAN!”

Walking out of the locker room beginning to laugh manically, Joe heads off ready for his match. It's obvious his ready for it but is Myke Adams ready for the crazed Johnson?

The camera is now taken backstage where the crowd cheers upon seeing 'Revival's couple' Sydney LaRoux and Myke Adams. Syd is watching Myke as he hops a bit and loosens up his face smeared in eccentric paint.

Myke Adams: Man I feel lively tonight...

Sydney LaRoux: I can see that.

Syd grins, Myke finally stops his 'warming up' and rolls his neck a bit.

Myke Adams: Gotta be ready for death again, ya know? Another big bad Superman killer coming to be my kryptonite out here tonight...

Sydney LaRoux: Who, Joe?

Adams smirks, even his face paint cannot hide it.

Myke Adams: Sammy's lil puppy dog, yes. I am stoked to get back with him after last week...

Sydney LaRoux: Revenge, I see...

Adams shakes his head, he waves a finger as he leans his face close to Sydney's.

Myke Adams: I wouldn't call it that. More like a life lesson, wrestling style. The kid wants to bash me for doing it... But I'll never stop.

Sydney LaRoux: Oh yeah babe? Stop what?

Myke leans in and kisses Sydney softly on her forehead, the fans watching from the Rev-O-Tron awwww and whistle. Myke steps back and winks at Syd.

Myke Adams: Thrillin em all, momma.

And on that note Myke turns to head out for action, Sydney smirks a bit wider as she smacks a hand off his rear. She folds up her arms and watches as Myke bounds down the corridor, like a ball of uncontainable energy. He calls out like a mad man as he rounds the corner and we fade back to ringside.

Trinks: He sure looks bouncy for a guy who got his ass thoroughly throttled last Thursday.

Mayhem: Last week was a mess, Samuel Hessingstock abusing his power out of envy, and jealousy. Tonight Joe Johnson has no easy way out...

Trinks: Oh Johnson does so, he's gonna roll through Clark Kent out here... Watch and see!

Mayhem: Oh we'll all be watching Trinky, but seeing I'll reserve that for when and if it happens.

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is slated for one fall. Heading to the ring at this time from right here in Chicago... JOOOOOOOE JOHNNNNNNNNNSON!!!

”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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, hailing from Maryland... THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN... MYYYKE AAAADAMSSSSSS!!!

The crowd screams towards the entrance way in cheers now, thundering the arena as Slipknot's Grammy winning tune, "Before I Forget" has just started to pound itself through the P.A. system. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the arena goes near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white light at the entrance way we can see fans rush to the safety barricade and wait as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like state of multi-colors with the song's thumping opening. The lights continue to go "wild" as they flash erratically. The song picks up tempo as the curtain draws back and "The Suicidal Superman" Myke Adams comes charging out. Myke has his chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, dark blue, and charcoal gray. His face hidden almost behind a messy paint job done in wild colors. He comes to a stop, getting his adrenaline going with the tone set by Slipknot's aggressive tune...

"GOOOOOOOO!!!"

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

DING! DING!

Trinks: Go finish Tinkerbell off Joey boy!

The referee hardly has time to get out of the collision as the crowd booms in cheers, getting ready for a heated battle. Adams and Johnson tie up quickly after they collide in the ring's center, Joe quickly wins the tie up and slaps a side headlock over the painted warrior. But Adams fires two stiff elbows and shoves Johnson at the ropes nearly as fast as the headlock is placed on. Joe bounces out and Myke leap frogs him... Johnson hits the other ropes and comes flying out with a vicious forearm shot. It connects WHACK right into Myke's face as he turns to face Joe. Adams goes down hard as the crowd boos at Joe. Johnson coming to one knee with a big smirk... His smirk turns to a scowl as no sooner than he's dropped Myke... Adams brings out cheers and whistles from the crowd as he lands a perfect kip up back to both feet!

Mayhem: Oh nice kip up from Myke!

Johnson spins to both feet and the two lock horns again, this time the crowd cheering as Myke wins via a nice and sudden knee lift. WHAM, and another... WHAM and another. Adams follows the three straight knees with a wickedly fast and perfectly executed twisting neckbreaker. Myke rolls over to both feet and starts tugging at Joe to get him back.

Trinks: Ah, not good for Joey!

Mayhem: Myke just showed us how well trained he truly is. That was a snap shot worthy neckbreaker...

Adams now continues his assault, he blast a stiff left into Joe's face and then hooks his head. Grabbing the waistline, Myke looks for a snap suplex but Joe blocks it. Adams tries again, but it's blocked. Finally Joe Johnson reverses as the crowd jeers... the ring quakes as Joe explosively reverses Myke's attempted suplex into a snapping suplex of his own! Johnson sits up and scowls out at the sour crowd, he then rolls around and gets over top Myke. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM... punches rain down over the painted up Adams as Johnson fires them off without restraint.

Trinks: Snap shot worthy suplex there from Joey too heh Magz?

Mayhem: It was good, not perfect.

Trinks: AH HA, now whose biased?!

Mayhem: I plead the fifth. Let's just say I don't root for anyone who condones a man killing a dog... Disgusting.

In the ring Joe has seated Myke now and slapped on a tight rear chin lock. Johnson forces his knee up into the middle of Adams' back and stretches the Superman out backward. Myke swings his hands before him and cries out in agony as the crowd stomp, clap and chant for him.

Crowd: LET'S GO SUP-ER-MAN! LET'S GO SUP-ER-MAN!

Johnson screams out for them to SHUT IT before he stands and drops a vile elbow right down over the crown of Myke's skull. Adams rolls to his stomach and kicks his feet about clutching his head... Joe stands and holds out both arms in defiance to the crowd's chants for Myke. Joe then viciously lands a stomp over Myke, and another and another... Joe finally grabs the top rope for leverage and stomps a mudhole right into Adams. Atleast twenty stomps connecting or so before the ref finally breaks them apart. Myke digging at the ropes and pulling himself near the far buckles... Johnson smirking devilishly as he stalks along... Watching Myke as the crowd jeers Joe.

Trinks: Finish him off Joey boy!

Mayhem: Johnson has Myke stunned, he better stay on the offensive...

Johnson waits for Myke to reach the buckles and start to use them to get back to his feet. Joe slams an axe handle into Myke's back, crushing Adams into the buckles chest first. Joe then snags up Adams by the wrist and Irish whips him with all his weight across the ring... Johnson following in right after Myke! The crowd's jeers turn to a booming fit of cheers as Joe gets caught off guard. Adams leaping up and catching his feet off the buckles as he spirals back into Joe with a wild corkscrew plancha! Johnson goes down hard, as does Myke. The crowd stomping and chanting for Superman once again now... whistles and screams of delight heard as Adams kip ups again to both feet.

Trinks: Damn, damn, damn...

Mayhem: Johnson gave Myke too much space, ya gotta keep a guy like Adams grounded when ya have em down.

Adams pulls at Joe and shoves him into a seat in the corner, wham a stomp from Myke to Joe, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM... three more fast ones before Myke then leaps into a crazy handstand over the corner before swinging down full force into Joe with a handstand corner dropkick as the crowd rattles the arena in cheers. Myke rolling backward to both feet before grabbing Joe's ankles and dragging him into the middle of the ring... Myke now rebounds from the ropes before looking for a cartwheel right into a fluid standing moonsault. But the crowd jeers as Joe gets both knees up and Myke comes down hard over them!

Trinks: Yes! Great reversal...

Adams cries out as he clutches his chest and slides off Joe's knees. Johnson sits up with a grimace, touching at his upper chest and looking pretty pissed about Myke's corner dropkick. Joe spins to his feet and drops another stomp over Myke, the crowd solely behind Adams as they boo Joe. Johnson unfazed as he tugs at Myke's pitch black long hair and drags him to both feet. THUMP! A huge forearm cracks from Joe to Myke's chest and chin. THUMP! And another... the second staggers Myke back into those near by turnbuckles. Joe now lands a set of fast punches before he Irish whips Myke again, this time NOT giving chase... the crowd explode in excitement yet jeers as Myke heads across the ring so fast he loses his feet and ends up colliding with the far corner back first and up side down!

Mayhem: Ouch! What an impact!

Trinks: Joey has it all but finished right now!

Johnson now walks across the ring, scraping Myke from the canvas and nodding as the fans continue to boo their hearts out. Johnson gets Myke to one knee and quickly lands a vile Busaiku Knee Kick right across Adams' skull! CRACK! The kick lands flush.

Mayhem: The Cardiac Arrest connects from Joe Johnson to Myke Adams outta nowhere!

Trinks: MAKE THE PIN YOU IDIOT!

Joe nods as he motions the crowd to boo him louder, he hooks Myke's leg and head bangs with the referee's count.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR...Noooooooo!

Mayhem: MYKE HAS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Trinks: DAMMIT!

Adams showing great ring awareness has reached out and grabbed the bottom rope. Furious Joe rushes up and argues his point with the referee, the crowd doing their best to rain in chants and cheers for Myke. Adams' face paint a smeared mess by this point as he digs deep and grabs at the ropes to try and bring himself upright.

Mayhem: Johnson better get back at hi...

Trinks: NOOOOOO!!!

As Joe turns to go back after Adams, the crowd explodes as Myke staggers right into Joe and toe kicks him before landing a vicious flowing DDT, aka The Dissolution's Done!!! Joe snaps to a seat before his eyes roll back and he falls over the mat... Myke tears off his tank top now as the crowd screams... Adams tossing it out into the sea of fans before quickly hitting the top rope and crashing down over Joe with a wild SWANTON BOMB!!!

Trinks: Damn, Joey is outta here!

Mayhem: Listen to this crowd! They love this!

Myke hooks the leg now, banging his own head with the count as the referee hits the mat. The crowd also counting along in unison.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... MYYYYYKE ADAMS!!!

Trinks: I cannot believe this, how did he do that?! How did he get out of that nasty kick by Joey?!

Mayhem: Resilience Rich, Myke Adams is one of the most resilient to ever grace a Revival ring. His ring awareness really shined there when he was surely to be pinned.

Trinks: Joey, I can't believe this... I was sure he had it. Sure!

Adams at this point has exited the ring, slapping hands with the fans by ringside as he slowly paces backward up the aisle. In the ring, Johnson pushes up on both elbows and glares through the ropes... angry as ever about his sudden loss.

Mayhem: Myke strikes fast, I thought Joey had good control until Myke hit him like lightning.

Trinks: It's okay Joey, when ya see this bud remember that Hessingstock ain't done with him... Tinkerbell is still a flying dead man! Ha ha!

Mayhem: Only time will tell, I won't say anything on that Rich. But I will say as of tonight... He's the winner.

Trinks: Joey won't settle for this, I know it!

[REVIVAL]

Mayhem: Well, that's pecilular...

Trinks: What's that Magpie?

Mayhem: I've just recieved word that Cordelia Stevenson was seen leaving the arena during the Adams/Johnson contest.

Trinks: Well, I can't blame her. That inked up spot-monkey isn't just the same since he's started dating the tattooed deviant herself, Sydney LaRoux.

Mayhem: No, Richie. That's not even why I found it odd. I found it odd because earlier she rushed to Ben, claiming Sheree was hurt, and then she stole the World Heavyweight Championship!

Trinks: Leave it to a foxxy momma to rip off some gold.

The angry shouts can be heard over the impact sounds, wood on metal, flesh on metal. The sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the nearby vicinity as a cameraman bravely nears the open locker room door.

We can see Ben Hanson standing with his back to the cameraman; he’s standing with his head hung low, hands on hips, a baseball bat in one hand and his breathing appears labored. The camera pans around the room: the bench is overturned and thrown recklessly against some of the lockers. The rest have been dented by various baseball bat shots, punches and kicks. The painting of flowers in a vase has been removed from the wall and smashed against something, glass shards spread across the floor. And there, in the middle of the floor is the pile of clothes and belongings that Cordy emptied from the duffel bag earlier in the evening.

Ben Hanson: He has my belt…

Hanson says as he swings wildly at another locker before throwing the bat across the room. Unleashing a guttural howl, Hanson goes to leave the room, only to almost knock down Jessica King.

Jessica King: What on Earth?

Ben Hanson: FUCK KERRY WINDSOR!

Hanson storms past Revival’s resident interviewer and away to God knows where, an angry storm brewing around him as he kicks over a water cooler along the way.

Mayhem: Any judgment yet to be passed, Richie? I mean, Kerry Windsor just stole the World Championship!

Trinks: That's a down right lie, Maggie! Cordy Stevenson stole the championship! Ben Hanson is blaming Kerry Windsor for some random chica's sticky-fingers!

Mayhem: Unbelievable, Richie... just unbelievable!

The arena lights flicker and the Revival fans give a mixed reaction to the sounds of "End Of Heartache" by Kill Switch Engage begin to play over the speakers. There's a moment of nothingness up until REVIVAL cameras take us backstage to a corridor where we see Garrett Wolfcastle, Trey Jordan, Theodore Drake, and Lacey standing in place listening to Sullivan.

Sullivan Aimes: You guys stay back here. I got this one tonight. Just stay back here. Come on Lacey.

Sullivan and Lacey head down the hallway and the other members of PI head back to the locker room.

Mayhem: I wonder what that was all about?

Trinks: Apparently Sullivan is making the dumbest decision in his life. He can't win without Politically Incorrect at ringside.

The fans erupt into jeers at the sight of Sullivan Aimes walking down the entry ramp and heading toward the ring. He sombers over to his left and jogs up the ring steps and enters the ring. Lacey stays on the outside and takes a seat in a folding chair.

Mayhem: Sullivan Aimes has been fighting for that championship for months now. He's a resiliant competitor I know that much.

The lights dim and Back In Black begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber to loud cheers from the fans, he makes he way down to the ring slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before and turning toward the ring and getting blasted by a baseball slide from Sullivan Aimes. The British Bomber stumbles back into the guard rail and Sullivan Aimes continues the attack with a kick in the midsection.

Trinks: That's a false start! What the fuck? Do we have scab referees now too?

Sullivan Aimes grabs Bomber by the back of the neck and sends him into the ring. Bomber slides in under the ring ropes and hops to his feet quickly as Sullivan begins sliding in after him. Bomber drops to his knee nailing Sullivan with an ax handle smash on his way into the ring. Bomber climbs to his feet and starts kicking Sullivan while he's down. Sullivan tries to get some distance but Bomber follows him, forcing him into the corner where he has his way with him. Bomber plants his foot in Aimes' chest repeatedly and the crowd approves of it greatly.

Mayhem: Bomber is really getting the crowd behind him.

Trinks: We've been waiting for weeks! This punk Aimes is getting what's coming to him. COME ON BOMBER!

Bomber brings Sullivan out of the corner and goes for an irish whip but Sullivan spins around and reverses it, sending Bomber into the ropes instead. Sullivan attempts a rolling wheel kick but Bomber wraps his arms around the ropes and Sullivan hits nothing but the canvas. Aimes clibms to his feet and is met by TBB with a running knee to the face! Sullivan drops to the canvas and TBB makes a cover.

Trinks: First cover, it's over! ONE!

...Sullivan kicks out. TBB claps his hand at the referee and yells something at him before continuing the assault on Sullivan Aimes. TBB guides Aimes from the canvas to his feet and has him doubled over and prepped for a powerbomb. Sullivan Aimes drops to his knees and drives between TBB's legs. TBB turns around and Sullivan Aimes nails TBB with a step-up enziguri!

Mayhem: Oh lordy! Aimes nearly kicked Bomber's head into the nosebleeds.

TBB rolls out of the ring to recuperate and Sullivan follows after, leaning between the ropes and tugging at TBB's hair trying to pull him back into the ring. TBB throws punches in an attempt to fight back and buys himself a little bit of time. Sullivan climbs out of the ring and onto the ring apron as TBB tries to get the ringing out of his ears. TBB shakes off the ringing and runs into Sullivan Aimes who has leaped from the ring apron and is in mid-air. Aimes wraps his legs around TBB's neck and flips him over with a hurricanrana.

The referee orders Sullivan to bring it back into the ring and surprisingly Sullivan Aimes obliges. Aimes guides TBB into the ring and follows in after, making a cover and hooking the leg.

...1!

...2! TBB kicks out.

Trinks: Oh boy that was close!

Sullivan Aimes throws TBB into the ring ropes and TBB returns and Sullivan Aimes connects with a jumping crescent kick. Sullivan Aimes grabs TBB by the legs and tries to turn him over to lock in THE MAIN ATROCITY.

Mayhem: If he gets this locked in we may have a new champion!

Trinks: We can't have that! FIGHT IT BOMBER!

Sullivan Aimes tries turning left and then tries right but TBB is squirming like a fish out of water and trying his hardest to prevent Sullivan Aimes from locking in this hold. Sullivan Aimes leans down to readjust his arms for more leverage and TBB grabs Aimes by his 'locks and starts throwing heavy left hands.

Mayhem: The British Bomber has been very aggressive in this contest.

Trinks: He did say he was going to be a fighting champion.

TBB throws one more punch followed by a kick and Sullivan Aimes gives TBB much need distance. TBB climbs to his feet and Aimes attacks almost immediately. TBB catches Aimes mid-stride and slams him to the canvas via a spinebuster. TBB makes a cover.

...1!

...2!

..NO! Sullivan Aimes kicks out again. TBB goes for Sullivan's ankle and tries to apply the ENGLISHLOCK but Sullivan scrambles to the bottom rope and holds onto it for dear life.

Trinks: Oh would you look at that. COWARD!

Mayhem: That's completely legal and apart of wrestling.

Sullivan Aimes hangs onto the ring ropes until the referee forces TBB to back away and allow him to his feet. The fans boo Sullivan Aimes as he hops to his feet and keeps the referee close, whispering into his ear.

Trinks: What is he doing?

The fans erupt with boos as Sullivan is obviously trying to tell the referee to give him a second to workout the pain in his ankle.

Mayhem: This is just awful. Bomber barely touched him.

Trinks: I've seen better acting by LeBron James all throughout the NBA Playoffs this past season.

Sullivan Aimes walks in a circle as the referee begins talking with TBB about the situation. Sullivan Aimes attacks almost instantly and nails TBB with a superkick out of nowhere. TBB drops to the canvas and Sullivan Aimes makes a cover.

....1!

...2!

...3-NO!! TBB gets the shoulder up. Sullivan Aimes rises to his feet and hops onto the ring apron. He leaps from the ring ropes and lands a springboard legdrop on TBB. Sullivan hooks the leg...

...1!

...2!

...3-NO! TBB kicks out again. Sullivan slaps the mat in frustration and climbs to his feet.

Trinks: Sullivan Aimes is stalking The British Bomber like a vulture.

Sullivan Aimes creeps behind TBB and goes to lock in AIMELESS DREAMS. He locks it in for a second but TBB fights out of it and ends up with a back grapple on Sullivan Aimes. Aimes tries to run forward to prevent TBB from executing anything but TBB has more strength and slams Aimes to the mat via the german suplex.

Trinks: THAT A BOY BOMBER! FINISH THIS POLITICALLY ILLITERATE BASTID!

TBB runs up to Sullivan once he's back on his feet and sends him back to the mat via a fisherman suplex! TBB locks his hands and bridges.

...1!

...2!

...THR-NO!! Sullivan Aimes kicks out!

Mayhem: Both men are back on their feet now...

TBB nails Sullivan with a clothesline and taunts him, demanding that he get back on his feet. Aimes climbs to his feet and gets nailed with another clothesline from TBB. Bomber taunts Aimes some more and Aimes climbs to his feet once again. TBB waits for Aimes to turn around and plants a stiff jab in Sullivan's jaw that sends him crashing to the canvas.

Mayhem: What a hit?!

Trinks: Haha! YESSS! IT'S OVER! End this Bomber! Bomber retains tonight Maggie!

TBB makes a cover and hooks the leg as the crowd goes bat shit at the possibilities.

...1!

...2!

...THR-NOOO! Sullivan kicks out and the fans erupt.

Trinks: How did he? No!

TBB brgins Sullivan Aimes to his feet and sends him into the ropes. TBB doubles over as Aimes is returning and Aimes flips over him and grabs his waist.

Mayhem; Oh impressive! Sunset flip from Sullivan Aimes! ONE!

...2!

TBB claps Aimes head with his boots and Aimes rolls backwards. Both men jump to their feet and meet in the center of the ring delivering blow after blow. Aimes and TBB battle back and forth throwing punches. Aimes back up into a corner and has referee behind him. TBB throws a punch that Sullivan ducks and TBB knocksout the referee cold.

Mayhem: Hells gates have opened!

Trinks: DQ! DQ! Sully through the referee in front of the fist.

Mayhem: I don't like Sullivan much, but I honestly don't think the same referee that gave Golden Tate that touchdown would even make that call. And believe me... that's a possibility.

TBB is stunned by the downed referee. Sullivan Aimes grapples TBB from behind and drives him to the mat with a reverse ddt. Sullivan makes a cover.

.........

.......

Trinks: You got the ref punched out you idiot!

Sullivan climbs to his feet and walks over to the ring ropes and tells Lacey to give him her chair. She obliges and once Sullivan grasp the chair he gets rolled up in a school boy pin by TBB.

.......

.........

Trinks: Bomber should have a victory by now!

Sullivan Aimes kicks out and both men are back on their feet once again. TBB is quicker to attack and kicks Aimes in the midsection before setting him up for gutwrench powerbomb. Aimes falls to his knees once again and this time smashes TBB between the legs with a low blow.

Mayhem: He'll be feeling that for a few days.

Sullivan Aimes grabs the steel chair and swings it with force. SMACK! TBB drops to the canvas in agonizing pain. Sullivan Aimes stands over a fallen British Bomber and smacks TBB in the leg with the steel chair. TBB squirms in pain as Sullivan Aimes delivers more chair shots to the leg.

Trinks: Where's the referee when you need him?!

Sullivan Aimes smacks TBB in the leg once more before realizing the chair is all but totalled and tosses the chair out of the ring. Sullivan Aimes runs his fingers through his hair and grins at the sight of TBB in agonizing pain on the canvas. Sullivan walks over to the referee and begins kicking him and shaking him to bring him back to reality. Sullivan makes a cover and the referee makes a groggy count.

....1!

....
.........2!

Trinks: Oh dear heavenly father, bless us on this day. Bless The British Bomber. Please let him kick out lord!

Mayhem: Are you praying right now?

...THR-NOOO!! TBB kicks out and the fans go ape shit.

Mayhem: Bomber can barely stand.

Sullivan waits patiently as TBB uses the ring ropes to climb to his feet. He makes it to his feet and Sullivan Aimes dropkicks him in the back of the leg sending him back to the canvas.

Trinks: The British Bomber is in a bad way!

The referee wiggles his jaw around as Sullivan Aimes is guiding TBB to his feet. Sullivan Aimes sends TBB across the ring and hobbling into the turnbuckle. TBB smacks the pad and his body absorbs the impact. Sullivan Aimes comes charging in shortly after and lands another step-up enziguri on TBB. TBB drops to one knee but Aimes brgins him back to two feet and smacks him across the chest with a knife edge chop. The echoes sound off like a marching band.

Mayhem: Whoever wins... whoever loses... these men are putting on one hell of a show tonight. If Sullivan i still complaining about respect after tonight I'd be surprised.

Trinks: I still wouldn't respect him after this match.

Sullivan Aimes knees TBB in the gut and then lifts him onto the top rope. TBB rests comfortably while sitting on the top turnbuckle pad as Sullivan Aimes climbs to the middle rope and the third and final one.

Mayhem: What's he got in mind here.

Sullivan Aimes leaps into the air and goes for a frankensteiner but TBB leaps into the air and launches out forward forcing Aimes to the canvas with a powerbomb from the top rope. Aimes loses wind and TBB falls flat on his back gasping for air, barely moving. The crowd goes wild as both mean are in pain.

Trinks: VICTORY! Victory is what he has in mind Maggie! The British Bomber will do it yet again!

Sullivan Aimes arches his back in pain and rolls away from TBB to get distance. TBB is still motionless in the center of the ring. The referee stands around and begins counting.

(...1!)

.....

(...2!)

......

(...3!)

.....

(...4!)

Lacey smacks the mat cheering Sullivan on from the outside.

Trinks: These two have been waiting to slice each others throats and tonight they are trying to end each other! This is one hell of a match!

(...5!)

.....

(...6!)

......

(...7!)

.....

TBB climbs to his feet and hobbles around in pain. Meanwhile Sullivan Aimes sldies out of the ring and disappears.

Mayhem: Where is he going?

TBB walks over to where Sullivan had slid out of the ring and reaches for a handful of Aimes' hair but Aimes grabs TBB by the foot and trips him up and drags him a little closer to the ring post. Aimes grabs both of TBB's ankles and back pedals, pulling TBB toward the ring post and forcing his genitals to smack into the ring post. TBB screams in pain and the male fans cringe.

Trinks: OW! Holli may want some little Bomber's someday!

Sullivan laughs and grabs one of Bomber's legs and slams them against the side of the ring post. TBB forces himself away from the ring post and nurses his leg. Meanwhile Sullivan Aimes enters the ring and is quick on the attack. Aimes brings TBB to his feet only so he can send him back to the canvas via a DDT. Aimes makes the cover,

...1!

...2!

...THR-NO! Bomber kicks out, keeping the fans interested.

Mayhem: You're sweating bullets of there Richie.

Trinks: This is more intense than the time Sullivan gave me those Hershey bars that made me see things.

Mayhem: You don't like the guy but you accepted a gift from him?

Trinks: Don't act like you don't drool when someone says the word FREE.

Aimes has Bomber on his feet and in the corner. Aimes punches Bomber in the face and then steps back and taunts TBB, daring him to step forward. TBB steps out of the corner and blocks the punches thrown by Sullivan. TBB shoves Sullivan back to buy himself a little time. Sullivan attacks again and TBB wraps his arms around Aimes' neck and applies a sleeperhold. The fans are going insane as TBB has Sullivan in the center of the ring. Aimes fights and the two make a circle while back pedaling but Sullivan starts to slow down and fade out.

Trinks: Come on Bomber take advantage of this opportunity like you did lst time!

Sullivan Aimes fights for the ropes but can't make it. TBB applies more pressure and we start to see Sullivan going blue in the face. The fans cheer TBB on as Sullivan fades away more and more. Sullivan is almost completely out of it and Lacey jumps on the ring apron.

Mayhem: Are you kidding me?!

TBB wrenches back on the hold and Sullivan's arms go limp but the referee is distracted by Lacey.

Trinks: TURN AROUND REF! Aimes is out cold! Bomber has a victory right now and this jezebel is ruining it.

TBB releases the sleeperhold and Sullivans flat on his face. TBB steps over Sullivan and pushes the ref aside and starts mouthing words at Lacey. Lacey doens't like what she hears and tries to slap TBB but he catches her hand and stares deep into her eyes. The fans are going nuts as they wait in anticipation to see what TBB does to Lacey.

Trinks: Yes! Finally, Politically Incorrect is getting what they deserve.

TBB grabs Lacey by the hair and flips her over the ropes and into the ring. She arches her back in pain and TBB kicks in her the side, forcing her to roll out of the ring and hitting the mats outside.

Mayhem: Sullivan is back on his feet Richie!

TBB turns around as Sullivan is throwing his hair out of his eyes. They make eye contact for a split second and Sullivan attempts a crossbody but TBB catches him in mid-air and instead tosses him to the mat with a fallaway slam. TBB speed crawls over to Sullivan Aimes and makes a cover.

...1!

...2!

..THR-NO! Sullivan kicks out again.

Mayhem: Sullivan Aimes wants this championship.

Trinks: This is blasphemy!

Aimes makes it back to his feet and attacks TBB once again. TBB ducks under the clothesline and when Aimes' turns around TBB kicks him in the gut and executes THE BOMB! The crowd goes bonkers at the site of this.

Trinks: THE BOMB! THE BOMB! THE BOMB! THE BOMB!

Mayhem: Calm down Richie before you get the swat team in here.

TBB hooks the leg and the crowd counts in unison...

...1!

...2!

CROWD: .3!

...THR-NO!!!

Trinks: "AAAAGHHHHHHHH!! NO WAY!"

Mayhem: Wow you can really hit the high notes can't you Richie?!

TBB can't believe it and neither can the fans. TBB runs his fingers through his hair and catches wind. Sullivan Aimes rolls over onto his stomach and slowly starts to pull himself together. TBB makes it to his feet first unfortunately and Aimes is up almost immediately after. TBB clotheslines Aimes over the top rope and to the outside. He follows after and follows Aimes around ringside as he crawls away.

Trinks: This is what Bomber told us would happen. He's got Sullivan to himself and now he's going to teach him a lesson.

The referee stays in the ring and starts a count out as(...1!) Bomber approaches Aimes. TBB grabs a handful of Aimes hair and slams his face(...2!) into the guard rail. Aimes drops to the mats and begins crawling away again. TBB grabs him by the hair again and brings him to his feet.(...3!)

Mayhem: This doesn't look good for Sullivan.

(...4!)
....TBB mouths a few words to Sullivan before throwing him face first into the ring steps.(...5!) The stairs shoot into the guard rail and Aimes in rolling around on the outside in immense pain.(...6!)

Mayhem: Oh my...Sullivan Aimes is busted open!

(...7!) TBB sldies back into the ring and slides back out forcing the referee to restart. Instead the ref follows TBB to the outside where TBB grabs a handful of Aimes' hair again and moves his head around like a puppet, showing off the damage to the fans who are loving it.

Trinks: This is what happens when you try to take personal belongings from a Brit! You let 'em know Oliver!

Sullivan shows signs of life and elbows TBB in the stomach before shoving him into the guard rail and retreating into the ring. The fans erupt with boos when Sullivan enters the ring and sits in the corner catching wind and keeping distance from TBB.

Trinks: He's scared! Little Coward Aimes!

TBB slides into the ring and Sullivan Aimes slides out of the ring. TBB follows after and Aimes kicks the ring steps apart and blocks the way for TBB, slowing him down a bit. TBB leaps over the steps and the ref starts moving them out of the way. Meanwhile TBB is chasing Aimes around the ring. Aimes gets around the ringpost and Lacey is crouched behind the ring post with the dented chair from earlier. TBB flies around the turn...SMACK! Lacey smacks TBB in the legs and he falls to the canvas. Lacey slides the chair under the ring and steps away as if she did nothing wrong.

Trinks: Are you kidding me?! REF! FUCK THEM STEPS!

Mayhem: Been hanging around The REAL Show lately I see.

Trinks: Fucking right.

A bloody Sullivan Aimes approaches a fallen TBB and starts kicking him as he tires to mak eit to his feet. Sullivan Aimes tosses TBB back in the ring just as the referee is getting through the ring steps and entering back into the ring. Aimes hopes on the ring apron and connects with a springboard corkscrew moonsualt on Bomber. Aimes makes the cover,

.....1!

...2!

....THR-NO! TBB gets the shoulder up! Sullivan Aimes smacks the mat and grabs TBB's leg and starts trying to turn him over.

Mayhem: If Aimes gets this in it'll be over!

Trinks: FIGHT IT BOMBER!

Sullivan Aimes has TBB's body contorted a bit as most of his weight is shifted onto his shoulder and neck. TBB fights and fights but Sullivan steps over and locks in THE MAIN ATROCITY!

Trinks: NoOoOoOoO!

Mayhem: Oh no! The British Bomber may be done for!

Sullivan wrenches back and TBB screams in pain while he fights for the ropes. TBB reaches for the ropes but can't grasp them.

Trinks: Come on Oliver! You're so close but so far!

TBB pushe soff the canvas and uses it for traction as he crawls towards the ropes. He extends his arm and gets to the ropes. Sullivan releases the hold by referees demand and waits for TBB to make it to his feet.

Aimes kick TBB in the midsection and drives him to the mat via THE MUTHERFUCKER! Aimes hooks the leg...

Mayhem: This one might be over.

...1!

....2!

...3! NO! NO! TBB got the shoulder up at the last second. Sullivan can't believe it and he grabs TBB by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring.

Mayhem: He appears to be going for the Main Atrocity once more.

Aimes leans down to readjust his grip and TBB gras him by the neck and rolls him into a small package. The ref counts,

...1!

...2!

...3! NO! Aimes kicks out.

Both men hop to their feet and TBB goes for a clothesline that Aimes ducks and turns into a cross face chicken wing.

Mayhem: AIMELESS DREAMS! This one might be over!

Aimes wrenches back on the hold as TBB fights it. TBB walks around the ring trying to find a way out of the hold. Sullivan starts to lose grip and eventually only has TBB in a sleeper hold. Bomber grabs Sullivans head and drops to his butt, executing THE BOMB!

Trinks: THIS IS IT! THE BOMB! He's not kicking out this time Maggie!

Sullivan is flat on the canvas in the center of the ring as TBB makes the cover. Lacey is on the outside freaking out. The ref drops down to make the count.

...1!

CROWD: ....2!

...Lacey jumps on the ring apron.

Trinks: 3!! 3!!! NO! LACEY JONES IS THE BITCH THAT STOLE CHRISTMAS!

...THR-NO! The ref rushes over to prevent Lacey from entering the ring. The fans erupt with boos as Lacey distracts the ref and TBB is just lying over Sullivan staring at the ref and Lacey.

Mayhem: I think we just settled the score!

The crowd erupts as Holli Would comes racing to the ring. Holli pulls Lacey off the ring apron and the two women begin fighting much to the approval of the crowd. The ref steps out of the ring to deal with the altercation on the outside and he starts calling for extra Officials to come to ringside. Meanwhile in the ring TBB is watching all the commotion go on and Sullivan Aimes is still down in the ring.

Trinks: Oh man this is wild! The British Bomber should be the champion still!

Mayhem: Wait a minute.. what's this?!

A man dressed in a very familiar looking wrestling attire, a PI hoody that has a picture of AARON BLAIZE on it and says, 'SUPPORT THE CHANGE" on the back hops the guard rail and grabs the Legacy championship from the time keeper and slides into the ring. Meanwhile the officials are seperating the two ladies on the outside.

Mayhem: What in the hell? Is that...

The man slides into the ring and drops his hood revealing a mask that only allows us to know that this man has a beard. He stands and waits in anticipation with the Legacy belt in his hands.

Trinks: It's AARON BLAIZE! It's got to be!

TBB turns around and gets smacked in the face with the Legacy championship. The masked man slides out of the ring and drops the belt on the ground before disappearing through the crowd. Sullivan watches on from the corner with a big grin on his face.

Trinks: That sneaky son of a bitch! He's know who that was!

The officials have seperated the girls are guiding them to seperate sides of the arena. The original referee of this contest slides back into the ring as Sullivan Aimes is approached TBB.

Mayhem: The British Bomber just got cheated!

Sullivan Aimes grabs Bomber by the leg and locks in THE MAIN ATROCITY.

Trinks: This isn't needed, The British Bomber is obviously out cold!

The ref checks TBB and sees he is out cold and Aimes is just adding insult to injury. The ref calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Trinks: HORSE SHIT!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner.....and THE NEW REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPION! SULLIVAN AIMES!

Sullivan releases the hold and dives out of the ring and picks up the Legacy championship. He drops to both knees with his arms in the air and the Legacy strap in his left hand. The fans boo and throws softdrinks and nachos and hotdogs at Sullivan. Sullivan picks up a half eaten hot dog and dips it in a nacho bowl and takes a bite while walking away from ringside.

Mayhem: Ladies and gentlemen, if you're just joining us...

Trinks: Then shame on you, buncha-fluffing slackers!

Mayhem: *AHEM* As I was saying, if you're just joining us, we have a new Legacy Champion. The British Bomber was cheated out of his title by that vile, scum-like Sullivan Aimes, those lower-than-life Politically Incorrectors, and somebody who looks uncannily like Aaron Blaize!

Trinks: Although, we're not sure if it was in fact Aaron Blaize. Just speculation!

Mayhem: At any rate, we hope that the Board steps in to rectify this situation, because Bomber, no matter if you love him or hate him, he was robbed of his championship here tonight!

[REVIVAL]

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is slated for one fall and will be for the Revival PRIMETIME Championship. Heading to the ring first, the challenger... ALYX SAINT CROIX!!!

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

Stan Hopeforth: And here opponent, the reigning PRIMETIME Champion of Revival wrestling... THE MONSTER... GARRETT 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, waiting for the start of the match.

DING! DING!

Trinks: My wife to be... I'm worried about her Magz, this is like David and Goliath. Only David is Davida... A very sexy Davida.

Mayhem: Right... Anyhow folks, Alyx has been nothing short of amazing since she's come to Revival. But the same could be said for Garrett Wolfcastle... He's a tall order for anybody to face down.

The ref backs up as the crowd seems torn over who they wish to boo more fierce. Alyx stares up at the towering big man, as Wolfcastle shakes his head then strikes from nowhere! The huge right hand sends Alyx tumbling with velocity across the ring! She bounces off her rear, then back and tumbles around to a stunned seat. The crowd loud as before Alyx can even respond she is being snatched up by Garrett via her long brown locks. He easily hoist her up and lays in a another big time right hand. Alyx goes to tumble back again but Wolfcastle has her by the wrist. He tugs her in and levels the gamer with a brutal high knee lift! Alyx whipping upside down and over the mat with a sickening thump of the ring. Her back arching as she calls out in groans of agony.

Trinks: Man, oh man. She's gotta get space, gotta use that super sonic speed!

Mayhem: She is in a bad place, the Monster showing us all his impressive power here tonight.

Wolfcastle leans down and forces Alyx back up once more, a big time back elbow sends her carting backward in a stumble right into the near by corner. THUMP! Another big elbow, CRACK and a forearm shot connects. Wolfcastle has St. Croix staggered, stunned and all but out on the mat. He rears back now and lunges for a big boot to her face, the crowd loud as somehow Alyx digs in deep and rolls under the kick! Wolfcastle's leg going over the top rope, as he works to move himself around... Alyx gets up and in a ditch effort leaps for a HUGE dropkick right off the side of Garrett's masked head!

Trinks: That's muh gal!

Mayhem: She's nearly got the Monster to fall!

Alyx rolls up, trying to shake off the massive attack early match via the Monster. Garrett staggers a bit on the apron, but works his other leg back into the ring. He snarls as he lunges at Alyx for a tie up, the crowd whistling as she slides between the big man's legs on her side. She gets up quickly and looks like a lumberjack now, Alyx sawing furious and fast kicks into the backs of both Wolfcastle's legs. The Monster grabbing at one leg, the other. Alyx finally charges by him and rebounds off the ropes before steam rolling a nasty diving shoulder block to the back of Garrett's right leg. The big man buckles finally and drops to one knee. Alyx back up as she pelts a few quick punches at the masked Monster and then hits the ropes again...

Trinks: Look at her go!

Mayhem: She's looking for a way to get Wolfcastle to the mat. He's a monster in more ways than by name!

Alyx comes sailing into Garrett and lands a wickedly sharp spinning heel kick across his face! CRACK! The Monster finally tumbles over his back, clutching his face. Alyx wasting no time as she leaps off the near by second ropes and hits a slingshot twisting frog splash over the Monster. She hooks the leg now as the ref drops for the count...

ONE!
TWO!!

The big man powers out of the pin with force, literally throwing Alyx off him and up a few kicks in the air. She scrambles up unfazed and runs to the buckles, hitting the top and leaning down in wait. The Monster works to a seat and then back to both feet, shaking his head in disbelief as he turns to face Alyx. The crowd explode as she leaps for a big time crossbody but in one quick motion... Garrett catches her and spins both them around before PLANTING Alyx over the canvas with a ring shaking powerslam!!!

Trinks: Oh no! She's broken!

Mayhem: That was huge, what a slam!

Alyx calls out, her back arching a bit as she touches at it and squirms. Wolfcastle rises and nods, approvingly of her agony. He reaches down and forces her back up yet again, hooking the head and hoisting Alyx high over him with a stalling suplex. Wolfcastle showing off his raw power as he does a small circle with Alyx upside down and stalled up over him... he then crunches her down with a down right brutal brainbuster like suplex! The monster sitting up as he mockingly 'dust his hands'.

Trinks: That's uncalled for, show off!

Mayhem: Hey now don't get all hurt over here Richie. Alyx is just another wrestler around here, this is all fair thus far.

Trinks: Don't hate on her Magz, she didn't stab that stupid mutt! She's innocent.

Mayhem: Ever heard of guilty by association?

Trinks: Ever heard of blow me?!

Maggie makes an odd, F-U kinda exhale into her mic. In the ring Wolfcastle has forced Alyx back up again and shoves her into the ropes... she rebounds out and the big guy catches her up in a bear hug styled hold. Alyx's eyes wide in pain as she squirms and shouts trying to get free. Wolfcastle shakes his head and wrenches the bear hug tighter and tighter...

Mayhem: Looks like he's going a little old school now. Haven't seen a bear hug in ages!

Alyx ends it too, she finally cracks a shot into the Monster's face... Her elbow connecting flush as he lets off the bear hug. Alyx stumbles and falls to her knees, gasping and clutching her back. Garrett looks angry now as he goes back in after her, THWHACK! The ref misses it, but a very low kick connects from Alyx to Wolfcastle! Garrett howls out as he folds over forward... St. Croix leaping up and nailing a wicked running DDT on the big man!

Trinks: What a DDT!

Mayhem: She hit him pretty low there Rich, I dunno how the referee missed it!

Trinks: Blinded by love... Ha ha ha!

Alyx hits the top rope now, she leaps off and crunches over Garrett with a nice flying elbow drop. She springs up and hits the top again... landing with another huge elbow drop! Alyx finally motions via a thumb across her throat and hits the top turnbuckle a third time... She gets herself ready and steady then leaps off for her double footed stomp, alias Expecto Patronum... But just as she comes off the top Wolfcastle sits up Undertaker style and Alyx lands awkwardly on both feet over the ring!

Mayhem: SHE MISSED!

Trinks: NOOO!!!

Alyx staggers, grabbing at her ankle and crying out. Wolfcastle spins to his feet just in time for her to stumble his way... BLACK HOLE SLAM FROM NOWHERE!!!

Mayhem: THE LIFE SENTENCE!

Trinks: Ah crud!

Mayhem: This has gotta be over, Alyx is down and out folks! What a slam!

Wolfcastle drops after the explosive slam and makes the pinfall, the crowd rattling the arena in a jeered mix of emotions as the referee makes the count.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner, and STILL Revival PRIMETIME Champion... THE MONSTER, GARRETT WOLFCASTLE!!!

Trinks: And the champion retains, folks!

Mayhem: It means next week, live on our special three-hour episode of VIOLENCE, Garrett Wolfcastle will defend his PRIMETIME Championship against Jessica Robertson...

Trinks: AND "THE GOD" Anthony Levi! That was still such an impressive battle royal earlier tonight! I gotta say that.

Mayhem: No. You gotta stop interrupting me and stepping on my lines!

We are taken backstage after the match up of Alyx St. Croix and Garrett Wolfcastle, the crowd cheer as we see Sydney LaRoux and Myke Adams leaning over a monitor near the vending area.

Myke Adams: Wish I could say I felt bad for her...

Sydney LaRoux: Garrett Wolfcastle really put her down and out... Talk about a full plate.

Adams and LaRoux stand upright now as Myke turns off the monitor, his face paint long since removed from his match earlier in the night. He takes up Sydney's hand as they continue their talk.

Myke Adams: You've got your plate full tonight too, Hanny can throw down. But you already know this better than most around here.

Sydney LaRoux: Yeah, Ben is a fighter. But I'm Sydney effen LaRoux baby! I got this!

Myke Adams: No doubts over here.

Myke smirks slightly, Syd then leans and kisses his cheek before she turns to walk off.

Sydney LaRoux: Good. Now I better go head for the ring, I think it's about that time daddy.

Adams smiles and lips the word, 'goodluck'. Syd turns and heads off, the crowd turns sour in jeers as Myke turns to walk on and runs chest to chest right into Thaddeus Grey!

Thaddeus Grey: You know, you and that inked up hooch sure do make my stomach turn... Haven't you both had enough of trying to force feed everyone you're so called 'passion'?

Myke stares down Thaddeus, the two of them nearly nose to nose now as Adams finally breaks a wide smile and shakes his head.

Myke Adams: You sound jealous, Thaddycakes.

Grey balls his fist, seething with anger now.

Thaddeus Grey: Do not call me that, don't. And I could never be jealous of something so frail and fraudulent. Your so called love is nothing more than a flavor of the month, 'Supes'.

Myke Adams: I don't care what you have to say about our relationship... Honestly Thaddycakes, who cares? Syd doesn't... I don't. We do our own thing, hear our own drums... that sorta stuff. Why is it so important to you?!

Thaddeus grins finally, he shoves Myke a bit but Adams keeps balance. Grey shakes his head as he nudges Adams hard with a shoulder as he goes to step past him.

Thaddeus Grey: I said not to call me that... And I don't want you in la-la land... Distracted. I want your full attention when the time comes.

Myke gives a bored glare at Grey and rolls his eyes almost.

Myke Adams: When what time comes?

Thaddeus suddenly darts back around, his forehead against Myke's as the two nearly seem to growl like wild animals at one another... Grey sneers wide and calmly says.

Thaddeus Grey: Our time in that ring. You still have no clue what it's all about...

Myke sneers himself a bit, then sharply retorts.

Myke Adams: Oh I know what it's all about...

Thaddeus Grey: Is that so?

Adams now steps by Thaddeus and cracks a smile.

Myke Adams: Yea, Thaddeus Grey learning there's no replacement for displacement.

Thaddeus Grey: WHAT?! What does that even mean?!

Adams grins wider a bit, he then tilts his head.

Myke Adams: I talked with Bob, as in Pooler. After what went down last week, he said he'd do anything to make it up... I ask for you, one on one no DQ... And got it.

The crowd watching explode in cheers, Thaddeus looks fumed now.

Thaddeus Grey: That is garbage, bullshit. They cannot do this, this was supposed to be on MY terms!!!

Adams now returns the shove from moments ago, Thaddeus catches his balance as Myke goes to leave, but then stops and says one last thing.

Myke Adams: Oh yea, one last thing about this no DQ match... The losers contract is burnt, and done. Loser Leaves For Good... You want to treat me respect, you want to make a name out of beatin the Suicidal Superman... Now you have tha chance... Ya ready Thaddycakes?!

And on that note Adams spins around and continues out of the shot, Thaddeus Grey standing there staring in Myke's direction as Adams' words seem to process through his head. Thaddeus then kicks at a near by trash bin, knocking it over as it dumps everywhere. He sneers and shakes his head, mumbling something as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Trinks: Holy hell! A "Loser Leaves REVIVAL" match, live next week! Myke Adams or Thaddeus Grey are gonna be gone forever... who the hell's gonna stay?

Mayhem: For a night without an actual authority figure present, very little has gone off course here tonight. Plus, we've got two blockbuster matches already announced for next week!

Trinks: Well, here's another one. I'm recieving word over the REVIVAL line that in lew of the recent twitter wars, Kerry Windsor will take on the British Bomber live, next week!

Mayhem: THREE blockbuster matches already announced for our twentieth episode! How much better can this get?

Trinks: If you take your top off, tonight would be our greatest broadcast ever!

Mayhem: Excuse me!? I should slap the taste out of your mouth, Richard Amadeus Trinkleton! But, part of me is flattered, hehe. But now, it is time for our main event, and boy what a treat it is, as we have “The Deviant” Sydney Laroux, squaring off against the Revival Heavyweight Champion, Ben Hanson.

Trinks: Ben Hanson isn’t a champion Maggie, he’s a damned coward and you know it! I hope Syd stains the mat with “Lack of Heart” Hanson tonight. I really do. Just like she did at Ascension!

Mayhem: That was a grueling match indeed, that saw Sydney retaining her Legacy title. The history between these two is well documented, and tonight could very well be the start of a new chapter. You know, Hanson still has yet to name the number one contender for his Heavyweight title, a privilege given to him by the Board of Directors. If Sydney picks up a victory here tonight, she could very well move herself atop his list as a “worthy” challenger.

Trinks: Everyone knows who should be getting that shot Maggie! Ben is using every excuse in the book not to step inside of that ring with Kerry. It’s obvious that he’s scared, but I guess you people love have a thing for cowards.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our Main Event! This match, is scheduled for one fall, introducing first …. Hailing from right in Chicaaaagooooo. “The DEVIANT” SYDNEEEYYYY LAAARRROOOUUUXXXX

The pop from the crowd is crazy as 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 heading to the corner to await the arrival of the champ.

Chants of “We Love The Deviant” break out across the arena.

Mayhem: Jesus Richie, listen to this crowd! She has certainly endeared herself to the Revival nation these past couple of months.

Trinks: I’m convinced those are just PETA plants chanting and showing their support for Sydney after the loss of her furry friend.

Mayhem: Oh shut up Richie.

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

It’s The New Style

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"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.

Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile trying to make its way onto his face, but its obvious the Metal Heart has a lot on his mind. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, still 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.

Trinks: Wait, you said Hanson was the champion? That’s funny, I don’t see a belt anywhere. [snickers]

Mayhem: That’s because it was stolen earlier in the evening by Kerry Windsor’s protégé’, Cordelia Stevenson!

Trinks: Stolen? I wouldn’t say it was stolen Magpie, I mean, the way I see it, the belt was Kerry’s to begin with. If anything, she’s simply reclaiming it for its rightful owner!

Mayhem: And why do I just have this nagging feeling, that Kerry Windsor is behind it all Richie?

Trinks: Say what you will Magz, but for all we know, Cordelia could have been acting on her own accord.

Mayhem:Well one thing is for sure, The Metal Heart certainly doesn’t look too happy about what transpired earlier in the evening.

Hanson stands up now and raises his arms one more time as the crowd breaks into a frenzy once again. He stands back in his corner, and awaits the bell.

Mayhem: The atmosphere is just electric in this arena tonight Richie. These fans are ready to blow the roof off of this place in anticipation!

Trinks: Or they could just be anticipating the death of The Metal Heart like I am!

Hanson and Laroux stare at each other from across the ring. Ben rolls his neck and Laroux cracks her knuckles as the ref finally calls for the bell. The fans erupt as both fighters make their way from their respective corners and begin circling one another. Finally they both lunge in for a lock up, and Hanson quickly backs Syd to the ropes. The ref jumps in and begins a five count for Ben to let her go. He quickly obliges, and backs up as Sydney gathers herself and marches back towards the middle of the ring, her eyes piercing through him and never leaving him.

Mayhem: Sydney looks focused Richie. Look at her. I know she’s really looking to redeem herself after that loss to Alyx last week.

Trinks: Ya know, there’s no shame in losing to Alyx. She’s a hell of a woman Maggie, a hell of a woman.

In the center of the ring, Hanson and Laroux lock up once again, this time however, Sydney gets the upper hand as she wrenches Ben’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock. Ben grimaces in pain and taps his shoulder, before reversing the move and placing Sydney in a Hammerlock of his own. Syd twists her body and reverses it, but this time instead of placing him back in a Hammerlock again, she lifts her knee straight to his gut and keels the Heavyweight champion over. She bounces back off of the ropes and charges at him with a head full of steam, and lifts her leg up, looking to kick him in the side of the head, but the Metal Heart spins out of the way just in the nick of time to avoid getting hit with her lunging kick.

Hanson reaches out and grabs hold of her arm. He whips her around and sends her flying into the ropes. As Sydney rebounds, he drops down to the mat and she hops over him, hitting the ropes on the other side. Hanson hops back to his feet just as Sydney is coming back towards him, and this time he leapfrogs over here. Sydney hits the ropes again. Ben turns towards her, only to get knocked down by a hard shoulder block. Hanson hits the mat hard, but rolls through the bump to a kneeling position. Syd bounces off of the ropes again and charges at him, Hanson drops parallel to the mat, as Syd hops over him again and hits the ropes. This time as she rebounds however, Ben is waiting for her and delivers a vicious power slam, driving her into the mat.

Mayhem: Big Power slam there from The Metal Heart.

Trinks: Wow he really tried to drive her THROUGH the mat with that one.

Hanson is back on his feet, and he lifts Sydney back to hers. He delivers a chop that sends her reeling back and then another one. But that just seems to wake Sydney up as she turns on the jets, and starts delivering some hard knife edge chops of her own. After the fourth one, she grabs Hanson by the hand and whips him into the near turnbuckle where he slams into it chest first.

He staggers back towards Sydney, who steps up and drapes his arm around her neck. She hoists Ben into the air and then falls back with a beautiful back suplex. Hanson crashes to the mat, arching and grabbing at his back in pin. Syd rolls to her knees and then pounces on him, mounting him with a barrage of punches and forearms, which ignite the crowd. She climbs to her feet, grabbing Hanson by the head and lifting him as well. She drapes his arm around her neck, and puts the champ down again with a great looking snap suplex. She then rolls through it to a pinning position and hooks his leg.

One …

Two …

No. Hanson gets a shoulder up on two, which causes Syd to smirk.

Mayhem: I think deep down inside, Syd knew that wasn’t going to put the champ away.

Trinks: It’s Ben Hanson Magz, I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if it did.

Syd reaches down to snatch Hanson up again, but as soon as he gets to his feet, he delivers a mean punch to the stomach. He grabs Syd by the head and sends a forearm crashing into her skull. The impact spins her around and sends her stumbling back. Hanson stalks behind her and grabs her by the shoulder, turning her back around to face him, but Sydney unleashes with a slap straight to his face. Ben is turned around now, and Syd bounces off of the ropes and charges towards him. Ben turns halfway and sees her coming and grabs her up, twisting her in the air and bringing her back across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Mayhem: Great move by the Metal Heart there!

Trinks: Come on Syd, you’ve got to get it together!

Syd is writhing around on the mat, clutching her lower back. Hanson climbs to his feet and walks towards her. He places a boot to her back, and then puts the former Legacy champ into a camel clutch, continuing his work on that back. Sydney yells out in Agony as the ref drops down to check on her. The ref asks Syd if she wants to quit and she yells a definitive NO, before Ben wrenches back some more. He keeps the hold applied for a little while longer, but Syd is just too damn stubborn to quit. He relinquishes the hold, swinging a clubbing forearm into the side of her head as he lets go.

He yanks Sydney to her feet, and this time he hooks her arm around his head. He lifts her into the air for what looks to be a suplex, but Syd flips out of it and slides down his back. She drives forward, pushing Ben into the ropes. He uses his forearms to hold on to the ropes, his back slams into Syd, sending her somersaulting backwards. She rolls through and gets to her feet. Hanson turns around, only to see Syd charging at him for a spear. He sees it too late to move out of the way and Syd connects big time, mowing down the Heavyweight champ with some serious impact, drawing a monstrous pop from the crowd.

Syd seems to have hurt herself a little bit though, as she gingerly rolls to a knee. She spies Hanson crunched over on the mat not too far away, and looks at the turnbuckles. The cheers from the crowd seem to urge her on, as she climbs to her feet and heads towards the turnbuckles.

Mayhem: I think the Deviant is looking to take flight here Richie!

The crowd roars as Sydney reaches the top rope. Hanson is slowly getting to his feet, and Sydney is perched and ready to fly. Finally Ben turns into her direction and Sydney gracefully soars through the air, and lands atop Ben with a flying Cross Body Plancha! Ben falls back to the mat, but rolls through it to a kneeling position with Sydney in his arms. He stands up and then tosses Sydney backwards with a fall away slam. Sydney crashes to the mat hard, the force of the throw causing her to roll all the way out of the ring and to the floor.

Hanson sits up to a seated position, and rolls to his knees, looking to see where Sydney is. He slowly gets to his feet, and sees her rolling around on the floor outside. He steps out of the ring onto the apron, and watches her as she gets to her feet. Once she’s up and turns towards him, Hanson runs the apron and jumps off with a leaping lariat that sends her right back down to the floor. Ben lands on his feet and smiles for the crowd who thunder their approval.

Trinks: Where’s Kerry when you need him to slap that smile off of old Benny Boy’s face?

Mayhem: You think Windsor is just capable of doing everything don’t you Richie?

Trinks: I wouldn’t be a proud member of Team Kerry if I didn’t Magz. Now Syd needs to get it together here. Somebody give her some glue and glass so she can do another number on the pretty boy there.

Hanson turns his attention back to Sydney who is using the apron to pull herself up. He walks towards her and grabs her by the head, but Syd drops down, pulling on his tights, causing him to slam dead smack into the ring post.

Trinks: There ya go!

Mayhem: Very intuitive move right there by Sydney. That’s one of the things that makes her so dangerous Richie. She’s always aware of her surroundings and always thinking. Just when you think you’ve got an advantage, down you go!

Sydney climbs to her feet now, and trudges towards Ben. She grabs him and rolls him back into the ring, just as the referee hits a count of seven. Ben rolls to a kneeling position, as Sydney slides into the ring. She pops up to her feet and charges at Ben ,looking to connect with a running knee. Ben, showing a great amount of awareness, does a matrix type move, falling back to the mat just in time, as the knee barely misses slamming into his skull. He rolls through to a standing position, and pops up behind The Deviant, grabbing hold of her head and snapping her down with a wicked looking Neckbreaker. The champ then goes for a cover.

One ….

Two ….

No! Sydney kicks out, drawing a bunch of cheers from the crowd.

Mayhem: Syd has still got some fight left in her.

Ben climbs back to his feet, and he lifts Sydney up as well. He delivers a few punches to the face for good measure, and then whips her into the far turnbuckle. She slams back first into it, and remains there stunned. Benny sizes her up a bit, and then goes forward, spinning around and hitting her with a crushing Discus Clothesline that lifts her off her feet and then into a seated position.

Trinks: I don’t like him, but even I’ve got to admit, that was MEAN.

Ben reaches down and lifts Sydney back to her feet. He delivers a few knife edge chops that leave her staggered in the corner once again. He backs up a bit before charging forward and launching himself into the air for a splash. Sydney rolls out of the way and Ben slams hard into the corner turnbuckle. He staggers back just as Syd rolls to her feet and she rushes forward, leaping up and wrapping both her arms around Hanson’s head, and driving her knees into his spine as she falls back with a lung blower!

Trinks: Ya know, if Hanson had a spine that might have actually hurt him.

Mayhem: It may have hurt him enough, this one could be over.

Syd drags her beaten body over to Hanson and drapes an arm over his body. The ref drops down for the count.

One ….

Two ….

THR!! No! Before the ref slams his hand down for the three count, he notices that Ben has gotten his foot onto the ropes. Half of the crowd groans, while the other half raise up with a chorus of cheers.

Mayhem: I thought this was over for sure! Hanson just managed to get his foot on the ropes!

Sydney looks at the referee in disbelief. She drops her head into her palms and shakes her head. She looks over towards Ben’s leg, and slaps it down as she gets back to her feet. She reaches down and grabs Ben by the hair and attempts to lift him back to his feet, but Ben catches her by surprise and rolls her up with a small cradle. The ref drops down and counts.

One …

Two …

Thre—No! Sydney uses one last burst to shift the pin.

Trinks: She’s reversed it!

One …

Two …

THREE!!!!

Mayhem: NO!!! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!

At the last possible second, Ben Hanson breaks out of the pin. And the crowd gets to its feet at the amazing effort shown by both wrestlers.

Mayhem: What A match Richie! This is amazing! Neither one of these two will give in!

Trinks: Wow Maggie … just … Wow.

Both competitors are down on the mat and winded. Each of them nearly a millisecond from being declared the winner just moments prior. And then the chants start up.

LET’S GO SYD-NEY!!!!

LET’S GO BEN!!!!

LET’S GO SYD-NEY!!!!

LET’S GO BEN!!!

Mayhem: Listen to this crowd Richie, they are truly torn! Win or lose, both of these competitors should be proud of what they’ve done tonight.

Sydney is stirring, and she’s the first one climbing to her feet. She’s using the ropes to aid her as she slowly pulls herself up. Ben has rolled over onto his stomach. He gradually works himself to a knee as Syd is almost to her feet now. The fans are roaring in delight as Ben pushes himself to a standing position. Syd steadies herself and charges at Ben with a lariat. Hanson ducks under, and as Sydney turns back around, he places a well timed boot right into her midsection. He drapes her arm around his neck and the crowd roars in anticipation! He hoists Sydney into the air, but once again, she flips out of it, landing behind Hanson. Benny turns around, only to walk into the arms of an awaiting Laroux. She hoists him onto her shoulders, which draws a roar from the crowd, and then she hits the Heavyweight Champion with her infamous DEVIANT DOWNFALL!!!

Trinks: YES!!!!! DEVIANT DOWNFALL BABY!!!!

Syd drops down and hooks the leg. The ref goes to make the count. The fans decide to count along!

One ….

Two ….

THREE!!!!!

Mayhem: LAROUX HAS DONE IT!!! SHE’S DEFEATED THE REVIVAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

Trinks: Again … what is it, the third time? I think it’s safe to say that she’s got ole Lack of Heart’s number!

The referee calls for the bell, as Sydney climbs to her feet. She’s holding her back and grimacing in pain as she lifts her hand into the air victoriously!

Stan Hopeforth: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH!!! SYDNEEEYYYYYY LAROOOOOOUX

The ovation is thunderous for the former Legacy champion and Hometown Hero. The referee grabs her hand and raises it back into the air. Sydney throws up two rock star signs to the crowd, before rolling out of the ring, slapping hands with those at ringside. In the ring, Hanson has lifted himself to a seated position, shaking his head in disbelief when all of a sudden a loud voice is heard throughout the arena.

Voice: Well I guess tonight just isn’t your night, Is it champ?

The Reviv-A-Tron fires up, and the Cornerstone Kerry Windsor appears with an almost mocking grin on his face. The massive ovation celebrating Sydney’s victory quickly turns to boos.

Kerry Windsor: Especially considering you not only lost against Sydney .. AGAIN, but you also seem to have lost your most prized possession.

Kerry tilts his head upward, and looks to his left. The camera pans back a bit, and we see the Revival World Heavyweight title dangling from his hand. In The ring, Hanson’s face twists in rage after seeing Kerry with his World Title.

Kerry Windsor: Oh cool it Benny Boy. This isn’t the first time a title has been … taken. Remember? Not too long ago, when you interjected yourself into the middle of a match between Sydney and I, and you attacked us both and stole her Legacy title?

Kerry arches an eyebrow and lets out a little chuckle at his little history lesson, but then his demeanor quickly grows serious.

Kerry Windsor: Week after week, I’ve sat back and I’ve watched you tell lie after lie Benny. I’ve listened as you’ve fed those people spoon after spoon of crap, and I just can’t allow it to go on any longer.

He holds the title out in front of the camera.

Kerry Windsor: This thing right here, used to mean so much to me. It symbolized everything I had overcome, it symbolized a triumph over adversity and it was a testament of my perseverance. There was a point in time, that this very title, meant the WORLD to me. But those days are long gone.

Kerry lowers the title now, out of the frame and presumably back to his side.

Kerry Windsor: You know that Benny, yet week after week you go out there and you tell those people, that this title, is the reason why I’m so angry. You tell them that jealousy over THIS title is what spurs my rage, and like the gullible sheep that they are, they eat up your every word, because you’d never lie to them right? A man so virtuous as yourself, a man of the people … you would never lead them astray, right Benny?

Kerry chuckles again and shakes his head.

Kerry Windsor: You spout off lie after lie to paint me as some sort of monster, when in reality … it’s you that’s really the monster. But you don’t want THEM to know that, right Benny? I mean, you’ve worked so hard to be “The Metal Heart”. The never say die do-gooder that can never be swayed by things of evil, yet little do they know all of the evil and negative thoughts and secrets that you hide. Why don’t you go ahead and TELL THEM Benny? TELL THEM the truth. TELL THEM WHY I’m doing what it is that I’m doing. You see Benny, the time for lies is over and the truth will be exposed. The least you could do, Metal Heart is be the one to tell the truth. YOU be the one to break their hearts and show them the beast that you really are inside. TELL THEM, how you wanted to take from me what you knew mattered to me most in this world. Tell them ---

Kerry stops for a moment as he looks off screen again, and this time the camera pans back a bit and follows his gaze. We seem to be in some sort of abandoned warehouse. The type that some sort of evil mastermind would use to carry out his villainous deeds! In the middle of the screen lies a lone metal trash can, that seems halfway full. Cordelia Stevenson walks into the shot now, carrying a canister of some sort. She twists the cap off of the canister and begins to pour some fluid into the trash can. Kerry then walks over, and places the Revival World Heavyweight title inside, and Cordy adds a little more liquid on top of it just for good measure.

She screws the top back on and steps away. Kerry looks down into the garbage can and shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a book of matches. He takes a cautious step back, before he turns towards the camera.

Kerry Windsor: TELL THEM, how you wanted so badly to watch my world burn, and EXPLAIN TO THEM, that that’s exactly why, I’m so intent … on watching yours burn as well.

Kerry turns and focuses his attention back onto the garbage can. He pulls a match from the book and strikes it, his eyes focusing on the tiny dancing flame. He then tosses the match into the garbage can and a monstrous flame shoots up, engulfing everything that is inside of the garbage can.

In the ring, Ben Hanson isn’t believing what he’s seeing. He’s staring at the Reviv-a-tron in complete disbelief as his Heavyweight Title is literally up in flames. The cameras then cut to a shot of the Reviv-A-Tron, as the crackling of the fire grows louder. The swaying flames that devour The World Heavyweight Title are the last thing that is seen, before the show fades to the Revival logo.