VIOLENCE: XX [October 13, 2012]

[REVIVAL]

Immediately, a car pulls into the arena in a blind speed, protestors from PETA are scattered across the place as they dive out of the way. Suddenly the car stops still, before a door opens and a suited leg steps out. Within an instance, members of the mob rush forward. Police step in the way, in the knowledge that no violent actions outside of the arena can be condoned…

: It feels good…to be home.

The crowd ROARS in boos and it can be heard from outside as they see Samuel Hessingstock with his clown styled face paint, and Alyx St. Croix step from the vehicle.

Hess: Alyx, my…darling…can you please….get our bags. There are a few things I need to…address here…

Sam steps forward, towards the mob.

Hess: I know…I have done a bad thing and you people, you will all vilify me for life for my actions. I am now, a hated man…but that just means that MY job…is complete. I have made you all…hate me. You are all haters, just…like…me…and Mykeal. And tonight, tonight I will…pay dear Mykeal a small but significant visit…

Sam turns away from the mob now, shouts and screams heard as Alyx and he head away from the vehicle and towards the door of the building as...

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 everybody’s favorite mouthy hornball, Richie Trinks.

Maggie Mayhem: Good evening everybody and welcome to a special landmark episode of REVIVAL’s “VIOLENCE”... we are airing the twentieth installment here tonight.

Richie Trinks: That’s right. 20 episodes, two pay-per-views... and we are stronger than ever! People laughed, scoffed at us, but we are still here. And tonight, we have a special three-hour airing for all you fans in attendance and those watching at home.... WELCOME TO VIOLENCE!!!

Mayhem: Tonight we’re offering up an action packed show. We’ve got new debuts. We’ve already seen that Samuel Hessingstock is in the building... the action here is unpredictable folks!

Trinks: We not only offer up random acts of violence each and every week, but our action also features “The Cornerstone” Kerry Windsor taking on former Legacy Champion, the British Bomber...

Mayhem: We’ve got a triple threat match for the PRIMETIME Championship and... in the night’s main event...

Trinks: A main event that is a No-Disqualifications and offering up a stipulation, that whoever loses... they are to be fired and will no longer compete under the REVIVAL banner...

Mayhem: Richie, I couldn’t have said it better myself... because in tonight’s main event, Myke Adams will compete against Thaddeus Grey, and it will certainly be somebody’s last night!

Trinks: Enough chit-chat, let’s get on with some violence!!!

Kerry Windsor is seen entering the arena, with Cordelia Stevenson by his side. Unlike recent weeks, Kerry looks quite jovial as he and Cordelia proceed through the hall, nodding at various backstage workers with a smile. From a distance, a very familiar voice can be heard calling his name.

Jessica King: Kerry, may I please have a word with you and Cordelia please?

They stop and turn to look somewhere off screen where the voice came from. A couple of seconds later, the camera pans back, just as backstage interviewer Jessica King halts to a stop in front of Kerry and Cordy. Kerry turns and whispers something into Cordy’s ear, and he hands her his bag as she hurries off. Kerry then turns back to Jessica and gives her a quick look over, before smiling.

Kerry Windsor: My, well aren’t you looking quite astonishing tonight Ms. King.

Kerry’s compliment seems to catch her off guard. Her cheeks flush, and she smiles.

Jessica King: Why thank you Kerry. I was hoping to get a word with both you and Cordelia.

Kerry waves off the notion.

Kerry Windsor: There’s no need to speak to Cordelia. I’m right here, and I can tell you everything that you want to know my dear.

Jessica clears her throat.

Jessica King: Ok, well last week, you and ---

Kerry holds up a finger and quickly cuts her off.

Kerry Windsor: Let’s not dwell on last week Jessica. Let’s not focus on that which is no longer with us, that being the Revival Heavyweight title. Last week was symbolic, and last week was a message being sent. But that’s the past, let us focus on tonight.

Kerry offers Jessica a friendly smile which really throws her for a loop considering his angry demeanor over the past month.

Jessica King: Well you are certainly in a good mood for some reason.

Kerry Windsor: Why wouldn’t I be, Jessica? Tonight is going to be an amazing night.

Jessica looks at him skeptically.

Jessica King: Care to tell us why you think that Kerry? Surely you don’t think Ben Hanson plans on letting you walk out of here after the stunt you pulled last week. Surely you’ve got to know he’s going to try and get his revenge one way or another.

Kerry chuckles as she says this, and then he leans in closer to Jessica, holding his face inches away from hers.

Kerry Windsor: Exactly.

Kerry says this in a forceful whisper that causes Jessica to jump. The smile slowly fades away from his face as he slightly turns his head towards the camera.

Kerry Windsor: That’s what I’m banking on Jessica. Because then my point will be proven, and you all will understand ---

Jessica, slowly moves the mic from Kerry’s mouth back to hers.

Jessica King: Understand what Kerry?

Kerry lets out a little chuckle again, his eyes burning with enthusiasm now.

Kerry Windsor: That when you threaten to take away something that a man cherishes so much, the only thing that matters to him in the aftermath of that threat … is revenge. It’s a natural feeling Jessica, and if you put any man in my shoes, no matter how moral they claim to be, they’d do the exact same thing that I did. They’ll lash out. No one is above nature Jessica, not even your beloved “Metal Heart.” If Kerry Windsor is such a wretched human being, then your Revival World Heavyweight champion, is no fucking better.

Kerry spits those last few words venomously before taking a step back. The look on Jessica Kings’ face is one of shock and surprise. The delighted grin quickly makes its way back onto Kerry’s face as he pats a speechless Jessica on the shoulders, and then walks away.

The arena goes dark and the screen lights up with quick flashes of various images, all veiled beneath a lime green hue. Butcher knives, saw blades, machetes - each image accompanied by split-second screech. A stylized F logo appears and then the opening chords begin...

Mayhem: There has been buzz on the internet for the past week regarding some new faces coming to Revival and I think that some fans here know who is about to step through that curtain.

Panning the audience the camera sees fans holding up signs with the insignia peppered amongst the crowd under lime hued lighting. 'Whatever Happened to My Rock & Roll' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club comes thundering out of the p.a. and a figure appears on the ramp, a silhouette of black against the green in the air.

Mayhem: And there he is, Canadian-American wrestling prodigy Finale. A former champion of promotions in Milwaukee and Boston. Despite those accolades, he hasn't been seen in the major leagues for quite some time.

Trinks: How the hell do you know all of that?

Mayhem: I have a cousin in Toronto.

Finale comes out wearing black jeans and a white 'Super Shredder' T-shirt, as well as a pair of black Wayfarers. There is support for him in the crowd as he motions for everyone to get on their feet. Luckily most already are. He jogs to one side of the stage and looks out at the crowd. He sees a sign with his logo on it and then turns to the camera. He grabs it and points to the sign.

Finale: Ain't that just the sweetest thing?

He shoves the camera man backwards to a pop and makes his way down the ramp, taking his time to milk the growing reaction. He rolls in under the bottom rope. He then walks to the center of the ring and stands with one foot on the middle rope and one on the top. He cups his hands to his mouth and yells "Naptime is ooooooooover." before hopping down. The music starts to fade and he collects a microphone.

Finale: Hey Nancys.

There's a pop from various pockets of the arena for his signature line.

Finale: For those of you don't know me, just call me Finale. You'll hear other names associated with me soon enough; Buffalo Butcher, Super Shredder, Sexual Tyrannosaurus and so on and so forth. They don't matter at this very moment. What matters is the fact that most of you don't know me. Sad.

He mimes wiping tears from both cheeks.

Finale: But never fear you're gonna get to know just who the hell Finale is reaaaaal quick. This right here?

Points to his body (up and down) and then points all around the arena with the microphone.

Finale: This is just the prelude, a little foreplay before penetration. And believe me, I intend to penetrate the shit out of this organization.

There's a pop from the audience and a brief 'PEN-E-TRA-TION' chant nearly gets going.

Finale: However for now I am here simply to introduce myself and give you folks a little something reminiscent of a mission statement. I could go through the list of my accomplishments, the opponents I've drowned in humiliating defeat, the places I've trained and whatever the fuck else. I could spit the painfully tired bit about how a new dawn is coming, how it's time a new era of paaaaain[/i] and all of the other ridiculous horse shit but I won't. I can't. You see it's not within me to cater to your expectations. I am not the guy to stand before you and say something that you've heard before nor to give you the same kind of match more than once. I'm a man of multitudes, you see. I change with the tides.

He pauses and then walks over to the turnbuckle and the audience is hot. He climbs and sits on the top turnbuckle, facing the masses.

Finale: You know in my scouting of Revival Wrestling, there were a couple of names that caught my eye. People that I've tangled with in the past, people that may want to see my blood smeared all over the canvas. That's fine, I invite them to come find me. Won't be hard. That goes for anyone else that has an issue with me, I'm making myself readily available for discussion. I won't be hiding in the shadows. That's impossible when you're soaking up limelight.

A pop for that line.

Finale: That being said, I'm not here to dig up old memories either. I'm here to create new ones. I'm here to take the audience on a magical journey of awe inspiring violence. Much like a man all of you are getting to know named Kyle Cross. Like him, I will give my all every goddamn night. When I am between the ropes we light the arena on fire, my opponents have no say in the matter. I intend on being the match of the night, every night.

Finale gets down and walks to the center of the ring. He looks out into the crowd with an eyebrow raised. They are cheering even louder now, his words were slowly winning over new supporters.

Finale: To hell with championships and my match placement on the card. Whether I'm setting the tone for the evening or taking it out with a bang, you motherfuckers that throw down your credit cards to come and see a show are sure as shit going to fucking get one when my ass is between those ropes. This business is about moments and I'm a habitual moment maker. This is one right here. In just a few short weeks everyone that has stepped in my way will look back on my words here tonight and say to themselves...

A beat.

Finale: "I should have seen this coming."

The audience pops big for that one. He holds the mic high in the air and then grabs the in-ring camera man. He draws him close and looks deep into the lens. He pushes his shades to the end of his nose and we see his eyes for the first time.

Finale: I am the end and you best believe the end is fucking nigh.

'Whatever Happened To My Rock & Roll' hits again as Finale tosses the microphone over his shoulder. He drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, embracing the fans as he heads up the ramp. A 'Fin-a-le' chant starts up as he walks backwards towards the curtain.


Stan Hopeforth: The following match is slated for one fall... heading down to the ring sat this time... Polictically Incorrect's MOUTH himself... THEEEEODORE DRAAAAAAAAKE!!!

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 Theodore Drake steps through the curtain he smirks wide as he strolls down the aisle. Theodore Drake enters the ring and awaits Breanne Cayden.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Scotland... BRRRRRRRREANNNNNE CAAAAAAYDEN!!!!

The lights of the arena go out and “Parachute” by Ingrid Michaelson sounds off from the PA system. Light blue and pink lights flash along with the beat. Brandon Cohen emerges from the curtains first, dancing to the rhythm. He starts to draw the energy of the fans as they move along with him. Soon, Breanne Cayden runs out and jumps on Brandon from behind. He laughs and helps her climb up onto his shoulders. When everything is comfortable and he stands up straight, she giggles and claps her hands, singing along with Ingrid’s vocals.

“I don’t tell anyone about the way you hold my hand
I don’t tell anyone about the things that we have planned
I won’t tell anybody
Won’t tell anybody
They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down!”

Double Forte make their way down the ramp together, Breanne playing to the crowd by clapping to the beat of the song while Brandon keeps them steady. The energy of the fans is high as they clap along with Breanne. Once the tag-team reaches the bottom of the ramp, Breanne-- with Brandon’s help-- shifts and moves so her feet are supported by his hands. Brandon launches the Scottish Empath up into the air and over the top rope. Breanne lands on her feet in the ring and applauds for the Vagrant Gamer as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Once Brandon is up on his feet, he double high fives Breanne and white pyro shoots from the four ring posts.

“I don’t need a parachute, baby if I’ve got you
Baby if I’ve got you, I don’t need a parachute
You’re gonna catch me, you’re gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down!”

Breanne and Brandon play to the fans as the lights come back on slowly. Once they’re completely on, the music starts to fade, but Double Forte and the fans are still clapping and cheering for each other.

DING! DING!

Trinks: This should be good. Theo Drake is gonna get his hands on fresh meat!

Mayhem: Breanne Cayden is looking to make her mark, shutting up one of the biggest mouths in Revival could be a good start.

The bell rings and the match begins. Breanne stands toe to toe with Drake, who offers a crooked grin before taking her by surprise with a big shot. He backs her against the ropes and continues hitting her with open fist blows, then whips her into the ropes. Breanne comes off the ropes and catches Drake in a sunset flip pin, but gets no count as Theodore kicks out. Both get to their feet and Breanne kicks Drake against the shins several times, then slaps some hard forearm chops across his chest.

Trinks: Ouch.

Mayhem: Those are some nice chops in there, very forceful. She's rocking Drake in a way he doesn't even like right now!

She whips him into the ropes, he reverses and sends her into the ropes. She comes off and takes Drake down with a cross body. Both competitors get back to their feet and Breanne catches a charging Theo Drake with a hip toss. She follows it up with a sleeper hold, keeping it applied for a few moments to wear Drake down.

Trinks: Man she's choking him out!

Mayhem: Very good showcase of her skills tonight. Drake better get his head together.

She then lifts him up in a DDT position. Drake counters the DDT and takes control with a HARD STO out of nowhere, sending Breanne Cayden's head bouncing off the mat and leaving her on her back. Drake grins and taunts her, then goes for the cover, thinking he'd knocked her out.

ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!

Trinks: OH! He nearly had her!

Mayhem: That was a vicious STO, I didn't even know Drake could move like that!

Breanne gets her shoulder up. Drake lifts her up and whips her into the corner. He charges in and looks for something, but whatever it was we'll never know, as Cayden shoots her boot out into his face. He staggers backwards and Breanne runs and tackles him with a Lou Thesz press, beating him across the face with some vicious punches. The referee pulls her off, but she looks pretty upset as she holds the back of her head. She backs against the ropes as Drake gets to his feet, then moves in and comes up behind him, looking to hit a reverse DDT! Drake reverses, lifting Cayden onto his shoulder and then planting her with an Oklahoma slam.

Trinks: WOWSA! That was epic!

Mayhem: Very big slam from Theo Drake!

Theodore allows Breanne to stand then charges in at her. She catches him with a drop toe hold, taking him down on his stomach, then gets back up and climbs the nearby turnbuckles. Drake quickly gets back to his feet just in time to be the victim of a missile dropkick! Afterwards, Cayden makes a cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR... Kickout!

Trinks: Phew...

Mayhem: What are you sighing in relief for? God you're so biased.

Drake kicks out and Breanne goes back to work, she hoist him up and attempts to whip him, but he reverses and sends her into the ropes. She comes back with a swinging neckbreaker, taking Drake down. Breanne gets back up and backs away. Theo Drake gets back to his feet and Cayden charges, then leaps out and takes him down with a headscissors takedown, sending him back to the mat. She then stands and turns around trying to crush Drake with a standing moonsault, but he rolls out of the way. She lands rather hard and rolls around in pain. Drake lifts her up and sets her up for a powerbomb. The fans boo as he lifts her up onto his shoulders, but she reverses and sends him down with a hurricanrana!

Trinks: This is just going from bad to worse for poor ole Drake in there.

Mayhem: I'd say she looks ready for something big...

Breanne Cayden now gets to the corner, Drake staggers upright and into her clutches as she quickly lands a wicked Diamond Dust! Aka HEAVEN'S WRAITH!

Mayhem: Heaven's Wraith folks, that's what she calls that one! I think this is over...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... BREANNE CAAAAAAAYDEN!

[REVIVAL]

REVIVAL Camera crews take us to an undisclosed location of the arena. All we know is there is a large dumpster, concrete on the ground, and a brick wall. Sullivan Aimes is leaning against the wall with the Legacy championship draped over his left shoulder and puffing on a cigarette. Primetime Champion Garrett Wolfcastle is standing off to the side focusing deeply on Trey Jordan's speech.

The REAL Show" Trey Jordan: ..So then she starts getting all frisky dingo on The REAL Show. And Show says, HEY BITCH! Quit starring at the REAL Show like he's a fuckin' burger!

Garrett Wolfcastle: I do believe you are about to inform us that you gave her the sausage link with an egg breakfast instead, am I correct brother?

Sullivan chokes on his cigarette smoke, Trey Jordan starts giggling like a toddler, and Garrett Wolfcastle let's out a deep booming throaty laugh.

Garrett Wolfcastle: Did you find that humorous brothers?

Sullivan catches wind and spits on the ground before speaking up.

"Atrocious"Sullivan Aimes: Where's Drake?

Trey J looks over both shoulders, Sullivan looks behind the dumpster, and Wolfcastle peeks his head into the door to his right.

The REAL Show" Trey Jordan: You think he's out paying some bitches tuition for a lil' R&R?

"Atrocious"Sullivan Aimes: Might be coaching the browns up to the super bowl.

Garrett shuts the door and turns back to the group.

Garrett Wolfcastle: I believe he has had a match dear boy.

"Atrocious"Sullivan Aimes: Oh shit! How did we forget? Come on, let's go his old ass may need us!

They rush inside quickly and the cameras cut to ringside.

Trinks: Those guys really aren’t right. I mean, seriously... just... fucking... weird!

Mayhem: I just might have to agree with you, and not just for their conversational styles, but because of their motivation and reasoning behind their attacks, their speeches... just everything. It’s like they’ve had their brains injected with every paranoid-conspiracy theory that ever existed--and they believe it all!

The screen flicks to life, but unlike anything else we've seen before, video footage that looks like it was stolen from a security camera begins rolling on the screen. The letters "RTV" stamped in the corner.

Sitting in the locker room Joe Johnson is looking rather happy with himself. A smug smirk on his face as he has his feet up on the table. Sitting back in his chair in his wrestling gear. Black wrestling boots, with blue denim jeans tucked in and a blue denim vest on.

He looks up at the door as a beautiful blonde woman stands there. She has a cup of coffee in each hand. Passing one to Joe he smiles placing a kiss on her lips. She slaps his legs on the way past, obviously meaning for him to take his feet off the table.

“Thank you for getting the coffee Tiami much appreciated gorgeous.” Smile on his face as he looks at her.

The woman known as Tiami Tyler smiles wide at Joe.

“Not a problem there baby." She sat next to him, snuggling into him with coffee in hand.

“I'm glad you decided to come with me. Probably a good idea that you watch from back here. I'll be back once I've done what I got to do tonight. Please don't hate me for what will happen. It's just got to happen if you get what I mean.” Putting his arm around her he smiled as he kissed her on the forehead.

He just felt different being around Tiami. Knowing she would help him separate business from his personal life.

"I know what you have to do. I will stay back here. I don't hate you Joe." she looked up at him, smiling. "Besides, you know you have Annabelle and myself to come home to."

Hearing the mention of knowing he had Tiami and her daughter Annabelle to go home to made him feel warm inside.

“That's good gorgeous. There is something I need to ask you.” Taking a sip of his coffee. “I'm kind of hoping your be my personal assistant. Since your be like a manager but not be at ringside. I don't want you getting hurt.”

His phone goes off as he places the coffee down on the table as he stretches to get his phone. Looking at the phone he sees it's his dad. Turning the phone off he puts it back down on the table and turns his attention back to Tiami. She looked at him, at his phone and smiled at him at the mention of personal assistant.

"OF course I will be Joe. Always love the behind the scenes of wrestling."

Glad she accepted he sits up a little looking at her, thinking to himself...damn she is hot!

“Awesome! So your in charge of sorting transport for us, photo shoots for us both and all the other stuff. I'm sure you know what your doing any way.” Giving her a cheeky wink.

She smiles wide, pulling her cell phone up from her pocket.

"Yup, know what I am doing and still have some connections from the old days. You will be taken care of, no problem."

Knowing his match is up next he knows he better get stretching. He gets to his feet starting his stretches as he sees Tiami checking him out.

“I know you like what you see. For now I got to get ready for my match. Can celebrate when we get home tonight.” He smiles as he throws a few left, right combos.

Just giggling Tiami does what ever she is doing on her cell phone as Joe continues to bounce up and down on the spot preparing for his match.

The feed quickly cuts away, leaving everyone wondering just what was with that particular snippet of video... and who exactly is behind "RTV"?

We cut to the announce table where new Revival signee Finale has joined Mayhem and Trinks. He puts on a headset and flashes an obnoxious grin to the camera.

Mayhem: Welcome to the announce table Finale and more so, welcome to Revival.

Finale: Why thank you. I thought that it would be appropriate for me to come out here and gauge some of the competition.

Mayhem: You mentioned knowing Kyle Cross earlier, are you out here to support or scout?

Finale: Ah let's not get into that Mayhem, I'm just out here to see first hand what Revival has to offer. By the way what's up with him?

Richie Trinks has a sour look on his face.

Trinks: You shouldn't be out here.

Finale: Well I am out here Nancy, so deal with it.

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

”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: ...from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 235lbs., he is Joe Johnson!

'Defy You' by The Offspring cues up and the cameras pan over the crowd until finally setting on the figure of Kyle Cross, sitting among the Crossfire Army. He gets to his feet and begins to make his way towards the barrier.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 238lbs., he is 'The Scarred Sentinel' Kyle Cross!

There is a huge pop for Cross as he hops over the barricade and slides into the ring. He tosses a passing glance to Finale on commentary as Johnson paces in the ring, looking much like a caged predator. Cross hops up onto the apron, calls out to the Army and then enters the ring.

Mayhem: The fans showing Kyle Cross exactly what they think of him, they love him! Joe Johnson, not so much.

Finale: Joe Johnson? Sounds like a real exciting guy. He looks like someone ate his last slice of pizza. I know that feeling; pure murderous rage.

Trinks: Joe Johnson is an animal in that ring. He'll have no problem tearing Cross apart and I'm sure if you think you're up to it Finny, he'll oblige you just the same.

Finale: Stop it Trinksy, I'm getting that special feeling.

The bell sounds and it's time for some nasty. Cross and Johnson circle each other for a few moments, the audience awaits the first blow. Cross attempts to shoot on Johnson but takes an elbow to the back of the head. This is quickly followed by three more successive elbows to the back of Cross' head before Johnson sends him sailing into the corner. Cross slams into the corner and then stumbles out only a few paces before Johnson sends a running knee deep into his gut. Cross does a complete front flip and before he even knows he's on his back, Johnson gets some momentum and nails a picture perfect running shooting star press. Despite the impact, Johnson doesn't go for a cover.

Trinks: See what I mean? Joe Johnson is the ambassador of aggression, this man lives to get violent.

Finale: He's impressive. I can't say I've seen many people break Kyle Cross down so early in a match.

Mayhem: Well it hasn't stifled his crowd support.

Cross gets back to his feet and Johnson looks for a running leg lariat but Cross ducks underneath it and hits the opposing ropes. Johnson looks for a back drop but Cross flips mid-air and lands on his feet. He runs and gets Johnson in a waist lock before pulling him backwards into a small package!

One...

Two!

...NOPE!

Finale: And it can be as easy as that. Cross is a veteran and I'm willing to bet that he has a fuck ton more years in this business than Johnson. The kid is going to have to stay alert or Cross could swipe a quick victory.

Trinks: Don't you worry about Joe Johnson. He's destined for big things and no has-been like Kyle Cross can interfere with that.

Finale: See you're just rude. You say rude things.

Both men are back to their feet and it's Cross who strikes first with a quick lariat. Johnson is back up to his feet and Cross grounds him with a second. Johnson pops back up and Cross puts him down with a hip toss. Cross charges but Johnson drops and low bridges the top rope. Cross goes over the top but lands on the apron.

Finale: Johnson seems to think that Cross went to the floor! Gotta confirm the kill, kid.

Trinks: Who the hell are you calling kid? Just shut up and watch the match.

Mayhem: Don't be so rude to our guest.

Finale: It's alright...I've got thick skin.

Cross then treats Johnson to a hard forearm smash to the face. Johnson staggers backwards giving Cross enough room to hit a springboard into the ring! However Johnson leaps as well and is able to catch Cross in the jaw with a phenomenal super kick! Cross is taken right out of the air! He lands hard on his back, rolling over up onto his knees. He is in an absolute daze when Johnson lunges forward and smashes Cross with another superkick. Cross looks like he's out as Johnson covers.

One...

Two...

NO!!!

Mayhem: Cross is still in it!

Trinks: That's surprising, I was sure that Johnson killed him. I thought he was dead.

Finale: If there's one thing I've learned about Cross is that he doesn't die easy.

Trinks: What are you? The president of his fan club? We are here to talk about Joe Johnson. If Kyle Cross is so great, then what does that say about the man that is absolutely raping him?

Finale: Rape? Come now Richie, that's just poor taste.

The Scarred Sentinel slowly gets up to his feet and now we can see that his mouth is busted open. Johnson sees this and develops a big smile. Cross, dazed, actually mimics his opponent with one of his own, albeit with a red tinge to his teeth. This changes Johnson's expression completely. He lets out a primal roar and charges. Cross side steps a running forearm attempt and then hits the ropes. He nails Johnson with a knee to the mid-section but Johnson looks for a rising clothesline! Cross ducks underneath it and nearly takes Johnson's head off with a snap jumping side kick!

Finale: Look to the North!

Trinks: Not if I can help it.

Johnson goes down and Cross starts to get the crowd going. As Johnson gets to his feet Cross rushes him with a bakatare sliding kick! Johnson hits the mat face first and Cross gets him right back up off of the canvas. He sends him into the corner and follows that up with a running forearm smash. Cross then calls out to the crowd and holds up ten fingers.

Trinks: What the hell is that about?

Finale: Beats me, let's watch!

Trinks: I really don't like you.

Finale: That puts you in the minority daisy.

Mayhem: Play nice children.

The audience is on their feet for Cross as he nails Johnson with elbow after elbow after elbow to the face. The audience counts along; 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! but before he hits ten Cross calls for a pause and then darts to the center of the ring. He stops and then charges looking for a running knee to Johnson's face but just as it's about to connect Johnson comes back to life, spins around and absolutely obliterates Cross with a spinning back first. Cross falls to a heap on the mat and Johnson covers, his expression that of some kind of rabid dog.

One...

Two...

NO--NOT TONIGHT!!

Trinks: Stay down idiot!

Finale: It's going to take more than that I think. However I'll give Johnson his props, this guy is a fucking animal. Lots of potential.

Trinks: You're talking like he's beneath you! You haven't even debuted yet.

Finale: Oh Trinksy you and I are going to have a long, torrid working relationship.

Trinks: Stop making it sound like you want to date me, I don't do such things with men.

Finale: That's legitimately surprising.

Cross slowly gets up off of the mat, spitting blood onto the canvas. Johnson stalks him from across the ring, just waiting for him to turn around. When he does, Johnson explodes and goes for his Cardiac Arrest knee strike but Cross is able to dive out of the way and over the top rope. From the apron Cross launches a risky move as he springboards into the ring again but this time he connects, nailing a devastating Superman punch!

Finale: There is the Sentinel Strike, things could be drawing to a close for Joe Johnson.

Trinks: This is bullshit.

Mayhem: Looks like Cross is thinking the same thing as you Finale, he's calling for the end.

The audience has rallied behind Cross. Johnson staggers up to his feet and Cross takes hold of him. He goes for the Crossfire Driver but Johnson wiggles out of it and lands on his feet. He hits the ropes and goes for the Cardiac Arrest again but Cross evades it. However this time Johnson stops, pivots and hits the adjacent ropes! The audience silences as Cross gets up in time to finally eat a Cardiac Arrest knee. He lands folded in half and Johnson stacks him up.

One...

Two...

Three!

Stan Hopeforth: Here is your winner, Joe Johnson!

'Don't Drag Me Down' by Social Distortion cues up and the ref raises Johnson's hand high. The audience isn't in love with it but Johnson doesn't care. He quickly exits the ring staring at Cross. He then turns his back to Cross and walks up the ramp. However as Cross starts to get up, the audience begins roaring. Johnson spins around, looking out at the support for Cross and he doesn't look happy.

Trinks: Uh-oh!

Mayhem: I think Cross may be in trouble here.

Johnson comes stomping back to the ring as Cross gets up, holding his jaw. Before Cross knows what is happening, Johnson puts him down with another Cardiac Arrest! The audience boo's as Johnson mounts Cross and starts yelling at him.

Joe Johnson: You're nothing! That was a joke!

Johnson begins laying into Cross, drawing real heat from the audience.

Finale: Well this is just unsportsmanlike.

Finale rips off his head set and slides into the ring. The audience goes bananas as Super Shredder approaches Johnson from behind and taps him on the shoulder. Johnson whips around and swings at Finale, but Finale ducks underneath it. He hits the ropes and goes to connect with a high big boot but Johnson drops to the mat and rolls out of harms way.

Trinks: Ha! Didn't get to play hero tonight you douche!

Mayhem: Oh I doubt that this is over.

Trinks: Good. Joe can take Finale's head off too.

'Don't Drag Me Down' keeps playing as Finale checks on Cross. Johnson soaks in the boo's from the crowd before disappearing behind the curtain.

The camera is, for some reason, following proud #TeamKerry member, Cordelia Stevenson as she swaggers down the corridors. Obviously happy with herself and whatever it is that her mentor, Kerry Windsor has planned later tonight, Cordelia turns a corner and runs straight into the chest of the Revival World Champion, Ben Hanson.

Cordelia Stevenson: Damn, Benny, what are you doing hiding round corners like that?

She says playfully as she slaps Ben’s chest–or goes to, anyway, as Hanson catches her by the wrist and grips tightly.

Ben Hanson: I was hoping to run into you tonight.

Cordelia Stevenson: That’s a bit tight, Benny…

Ben Hanson: People said I should give you a chance, that I had no reason to hate you. Sher vouched for you, said you were a nice person if I just got to know you–

Hanson speaks calmly, his gaze fixed on Stevenson; she’s beginning to grimace as Ben grips her wrist tighter, pushing it back in a direction in which it shouldn’t bend.

Ben Hanson: –she was wrong. There’s not a nice bone in your body, is there?

He releases his grip on her wrist as Cordy holds it in her left hand, rubbing at her aching joint. A panicked look on her face as Hanson takes a step towards her. She continues walking backwards, pedalling away from the approaching Metal Heart.

Cordelia Stevenson: Is this about last week?

Ben Hanson: What do you think?

Cordelia Stevenson: I didn’t know what he had planned, Benny, you have to believe me…

Ben Hanson: Because trusting you has worked out so well for me in the past.

Thud. Stevenson’s back hits a wall as Hanson is suddenly right up in her face. He grasps her by the throat, a menacing look on his face as he glares directly into her eyes.

Ben Hanson: You’re the one who let him into the arena so he could attack me as well, aren’t you? I looked the other way when that happened. Got told it wasn’t your fault and I shouldn’t blame you … but now I’m a champion without a belt! I suppose that’s not your fault either…

Cordelia Stevenson: I didn’t know what he was going to do!

Ben Hanson: You stole MY BELT! You lied, played on my feelings just to get me out of my locker room…stole my belt…what the fuck did you think he was going to do?

Hanson releases his grip as Cordelia drops to her knees, gasping for breath.

Ben Hanson: I don’t want to hurt you, Cordy … So run along and tell Kerry that if he wanted tomake me angry, if he wanted to piss me off … he’s succeeded.

With that Cordelia scrambles back to her feet and runs away down the corridor as Hanson watches her go. His face softens as she disappears around the corner and he leaves to go in the opposite direction.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our triple threat contest for the prestigious PRIMETIME Championship...

Pink and silver lights come on as "Sinead" by Within Temptation hits the PA. Jessica comes out in a pink tank top and silver pants and boots and walks down the ramp, little regard for the fans. She gets in the ring and immediately poses for the crowd, boos floating her way. She smiles as she stretches and gets ready for her opponents.

Stan Hopeforth: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington... she is the self-professed 'Queen of the World'... she is JESSICA ROBERTSON!!!!

“Breath” by Breaking Benjamin suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into boos. After a few seconds pause Anthony Levi strolls out onto the ramp area, he smirks in a satisfied and confident manner at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the ring.

Stan Hopeforth: Coming to the ring now, he too is a challenger to the champion... from St. Paul, Minnesota, he is "THE GOD"... and he is ANTHONY LEVI!

Anthony acknowledges few fans and flips off a few others as he wonders down the ramp, he continues to receive boos as he ascends the ring steps. He enters between the middle and top rope and instantly wonders over to the far corner, Anthony Levi climbs up and poses for the crowd whilst taking in the supremely unwelcoming and unflattering response from the fans. He soon steps down to the canvas and stretches his arms in the air before readying himself for action. At this stage the music dies away.

Stan Hopeforth: And finally, the PRIMETIME Champion himself... weighing in at three-hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is hailing from Cambridge, England... he is "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.

The referee receives the PRIMETIME Championship from Wolfcastle and holds it high into the air, showing it to each competitor. All three eye the title belt. The referee quickly hands it to a stagehand, and calls for the bell!

Trinks: Garrett Wolfcastle makes the first move.

Garrett Wolfcastle goes right for Anthony Levi and nails him with a spinning heel kick, but Jessica Robertson is not far behind and she grabs Garrett Wolfcastle with stalling German Suplex.

Trinks: This woman doesn’t play!

Levi gets to his feet but Jessica Robertson drop kicks him and sends him flying into the corner. Garrett Wolfcastle is up and Jessica Robertson turns right into a knife edge chop to the throat, another, a knee to the gut and vertical suplex. Garrett Wolfcastle gets a running start and goes for an avalanche splash on Anthony Levi in the corner, Levi grabs a hold of Garrett Wolfcastle and instead slams him down with a spine buster.

Mayhem: Anthony Levi is really showing himself to be a smart competitor.

Trinks: He's in the ring with two talented athletes, he’d better be a smart competitor!

(Levi gets to his feet, Jessica Robertson is up and she's looking at Levi, the two of them collide in the middle of the ring throwing left and right bombs. Levi starts to get the advantage and he backs Jessica Robertson up into a corner. Levi lays in one hard blow, Jessica Robertson is dazed, Levi gets a running start and splashes into Jessica Robertson like a Freight Train. Levi wraps his arm around Jessica Robertson and hip tosses her out of the corner. Garrett Wolfcastle is up. Levi charges Garrett Wolfcastle and clothes lines him hard.

Trinks: Levi wants this win, he wants to win the title bad!

Mayhem: If he can pull it off, he's facing against some tough competion tonight.

Trinks: Levi is definitely doing that.

Anthony Levi snarls and sits back. Garrett Wolfcastle and Jessica Robertson start to get up, they look at each other, then they rush Anthony Levi, knock him down, pick him up and give him a double full nelson slam. But the alliance is short lived as Garrett Wolfcastle slaps Jessica Robertson in the face then kicks her in the head with a step up enzigiri. Garrett Wolfcastle goes for the ropes and spring boards off with a modified shining wizard on Jessica Robertson. Anthony Levi stumbles to his feet, Garrett Wolfcastles sees him and super kicks him, Levi falls into the corner. Garrett Wolfcastle goes to the opposing side, runs full steam ahead and Stinger Splashes the Levi. From there Garrett Wolfcastle grabs Levi with an arm drag take down, jumps up and leg drops Levi in the throat.

Trinks: Garrett Wolfcastle taking to the sky.

Mayhem: This match has been going at 100 mile per hour from the start and I don't think it's about to slow down.

Trinks: Here comes Jessica Robertson.

Jessica Robertson gets up, Garrett Wolfcastle is getting up, Jessica Robertson kicks Garrett Wolfcastle in the head, snapmare and a roll over neck breaker. Jessica Robertson pins.

One..
Two..
KICK OUT!

Trinks: Close call, but not close enough.

Jessica Robertson slaps the mat, she grabs Garrett Wolfcastle by the head and stands him up. Jessica Robertson has a firm hold of Garrett Wolfcastle and head butts him in the face. Garrett Wolfcastle staggers, Jessica Robertson goes off the ropes and comes back with a cross body block which she holds for a pin.

Trinks: Jessica Robertson is on fire.

One..
Two..
Levi breaks it up.

Mayhem: Anthony Levi is not going to let anyone score a pin fall. Not this early.

Levi grabs Jessica Robertson by the head and whips her hard into the corner. Levi takes a hold of the ropes and kicks Jessica Robertson in the chest four times using the ropes as leverage. Levi backs up slightly then clothes lines Jessica Robertson as hard as he can. Levi lifts Jessica Robertson high over head with a sick looking belly to back suplex that knocks the wind out of her. Garrett Wolfcastle starts to get up, Anthony Levi grabs him with a Russian leg sweep. Anthony Levi stands up with Garrett Wolfcastle and Irish whips him into the ropes, Garrett Wolfcastle comes back and Levi takes him down with the sick lariat. Anthony Levi pins.

Trinks: The lariat out of no where, could Levi get the pin on Garrett Wolfcastle?

One..
Two..

KICK OUT BY WOLFCASTLE!!

Robertson's back on the ring apron as Levi stands to his feet and Robertson levels him with springboard spinning leg lariat!! Levi hits the mat hard! She makes the cover!!!

1....

2....

THRE...BROKEN UP BY THE PRIME TIME CHAMPION!!! Robertson wastes no time as SHE PLACES LEVI INTO A BODY SCISSORS! Levi's reaching and clawing for the ropes as Robertson's screaming at him to tap out! Garrett Wolfcastle is still shaking the cobwebs loose. Levi's still fighting with everything he's got, but is fading fast! Wolfcastle stomps Robertson’s head and she releases the hold. Levi takes in a huge breath.

Trinks: The crowd is delighted.

Garrett slinks back to the corner crouched and ready to pounce...Jessica shakes her head and pulls back as well and is back on all fours...Levi pulls himself up by the ropes and they all look at each other and charge.

Mayhem: This is going to be a car wreck!

Garrett ducks a clothesline from Jessica but cracks skulls with a charging Anthony Levi...Jessica storms back and is met with a desperation pele kick from Garrett Wolfcastle...ALL THREE ARE DOWN!

Mayhem: Who is going to get the pin?!?!?!?

Wolfcastle summons all of his strength and drapes an arm over Anthony Levi!

1...
2...
3!!!!

Mayhem: The Prime Time champion retains!

Trinks: Just barely!

Mayhem: Barely doesn’t count!

Stan Hopeforth: Your winner, and STILL REVIVAL PRIMETIME Champion, GARRETT WOLFCASTLE!!!

Wolfcastle hugs the championship belt in the ring, his eyes showing an emotion many people wouldn't expect from the big man: relief. Levi and Robertson lay there, staring up at the lights... distraught.

[REVIVAL]

The scene cuts to the backstage area where Mike Harrison: is stood in front of a camera set up. He looks ready and pumped up for his match, dressed in his full wrestling attire, and his hair tied back into a neat pony tail. He looks directly at the camera with his piercing blue eyes, at first with an emotionless look, and then a smug smile etches across his face.

Mike Harrison: I know what you’re all thinking right now. Why is this guy standing in front of a camera, breaking up the run of our show, and taking up our precious time? Well, I wanted to send one final message to my opponent of this week – Ben Hanson.

He pauses for a moment.

Mike Harrison: Ben, I’d have liked to have fired more words your way before now. I honestly had plans for the cameras to visit me in my gym, in order for you to see just how hard I was preparing for this match. But I was advised not to let you see that. So instead I stand before you now with one intention in mind, and that is to make you realize just what you are in for tonight in a few minutes time... Look at me, Ben...

He poses for the camera; not even having to tense up in order to show is well chiseled body.

Mike Harrison: I am in the shape of my life. I am focused on causing you pain this week. I don’t just want to beat you this week, I want to embarrass you. I want to make the fans, management, and the wrestlers in the back open their eyes and realize what I am capable of. I want them to know that I am here and ready to make my impact felt. I want them to know that I won’t back down no matter who they put in front of me. And I want them to know... I want all of you to know... that sooner, rather than later, I will take my place at the top of this company. I will go through whoever it takes, and I will do whatever it takes in order to get there, because that is my destiny. And not even you, Ben Hanson, will be able to stop my ascendancy. Instead, you will just be another name on what will be a long list of victims!

He laughs as a sick smile graces his face, and his piercing blue eyes only help him look more evil by the second.

Mike Harrison: Tonight is about me and what I will do to you. I will hurt you... I will break you... I will make you beg me for mercy... By the end of the match you will wish you had never heard my name. You will curse management for having put you in this match. You may even reflect on what I do to you in that ring and change. I’d say that the latter is unlikely because you are a show pony who likes to pander to the masses, who likes to hit high spots just to make them shoot their load. But I suppose that will give you some sense of pleasure when you have to return to entertaining them after you’ve lost to me, and then subsequently once you’ve lost your belt, because both things will happen. You are not good enough to stop either from happening. You can deny it all you want. You can try and act tough. But this week will be an eye opener for the masses, when they finally see just how pathetic and weak Ben Hanson really is...

He pauses one last time and moves into position so his face is right in front of the camera lens and whispers the following:

Mike Harrison: Your time at the top is slowly coming to an end. I will be the first person to reveal you for the fraud that you are, when I embarrass you tonight, and beg for mercy when I make you tap out... Your time is over... My time is now... Lights out, Ben Hanson!

He places his palm over the camera and our scene fades to black.

Trinks: Holy smokes there appears to be a problem in the PI locker room!

Cameras cut backstage to the Politically Incorrect locker where Garrett Wolfcastle and Trey Jordan are stomping on Theodore Drake.

Trinks: What in the hell is going on?

Mayhem: Did he spill the bong water?

Garrett Wolfcastle throws Theodore Drake into the wall. Drake smacks his head and slides to the floor.

Sullivan Aimes: Get this piece of shit out of here!

Trey J and Wolfcastle hold Drake down and cuff his hands behind his back before dragging him but his legs. Sullivan leads the way with Lacey holding the PT belt and the Legacy belt close by and Trey and Wolfcastle following behind with a lifeless Theodore Drake.

Sullivan Aimes: Move aside!

Sullivan shoves a ring crew member to the floor and then stomps on his crotch.

Sullivan Aimes: You're standing on the tracks and the trains coming through asshole!

Sullivan continues leading the way through the corridor with Drake being drug around by his legs. Drake smacks into a few table legs and walls along the way.

Mayhem: Poor Theodore Drake. Tonight just isn't his night.

The Infamous Mario Savio quote blasts through the speakers and members of Politically Incorrect begin making their way to the ring. Sullivan Aimes holds the Legacy championship over his shoulder now and is carrying a sledgehammer. Lacey is holding the Primetime title for Wolfcastle as he and Trey J drag Theodore Drake to ringside.

Mayhem: What's the reasoning behind this heinous attack? I thought these guys were friends.

Trinks: Wow. Sullivan, Lacey, and Trey Jordan are the only people wearing "Support The Change" t-shirts.How pathetic, no one will ever follow their ways.

With everyone now in the ring, Wolfcastle hoist Drake upside down in the corner and use black rope to tie Theodore Drake's legs to the top ropes.

Mayhem: They have him stuck in a tree of woe and they've tied him up. These is crazy.

REVIVAL Legacy Champion Sullivan Aimes grabs a microphone and hands it to Garrett Wolfcastle.

Garrett Wolfcastle: "Brothers and sisters of the REVIVAL Nation, open your eyes and witness justice in its rawest form. Behold, the consequences of treachery and lack of conviction. Standing before you we have Theodore Drake, a one loyal and devoted follower of the Politically Incorrect faith...and man whom, after many months of loyal, has let the metaphorical snake brainwash him into partaking of the forbidden fruit!"

Trey Jordan gets in a 3-point stance and charges forward, driving his shoulder into Theodore Drake's midsection. Sullivan Aimes gives Trey J time to clear the area before running in and jabbing Drake in the ribs with the top of the sledge hammer.

Garrett Wolfcastle: "Theodore Drake, a man that was once the most devoted of followers to the cause, has betrayed his brothers and committed the most atrocious of acts, and we demand recompense! Earlier this evening, Theodore received a call on his cellular device from a man that has already attempting to sway MY conviction over the last week. Our fallen brother received a call from the most hated board member within this companies boardroom; a man that has proven to make rash decisions without thinking them through, a man who acts on impulse and first thought alone...decisions that are destined to fail from the beginning because of his complete and utter lack of thought! What is it they say about fools and rushing in? That FOOL...is the man you know as Samuel Hessingstock"

The crowd begin to rain boos down on the ring, but Wolfcastle cuts them off as he continues.

Garrett Wolfcastle: "Revival Nation...we SHARE those feelings. Yes brothers and sisters, we too despise the man known as Doctor Samuel Hessingstock...but while you hate him for asinine reasons, we hate him for reasons that are COMPLETELY different. You see brothers and sister, Samuel Hessingstock, for all his hatred and rage, is STILL a member of the Revival board of directors! He is still ONE OF THEM, and the Revival Wrestling board would love nothing more than to keep Politically Correct off of the air, off of their television programming...but tell me Revival Nation, how can they do this? We have the GOLD brothers and sisters, we hold the TRINKETS! The Monster is your Primetime Champion, I defend this title week in week out without fail...where I appear, so does our message! Wherever you see me, you see Politically Incorrect! Their wishes have turned to ashes in their MOUTHS! Their propaganda is no different to the various incarnations and entities that have come before it, but we do not USE propaganda ladies and gentlemen, no...we offer you the truth! We do not offer you lies that turn to ashes in our mouths, that burn at our feet...we deliver the cold hard truth, giving you what you NEED rather than what you WANT! And it is with this message in mind that we are here right here and right now my brothers and sisters. Tonight, we are holding a public trial...the trial of Politically Incorrect versus Theodore Drake, to discuss his crimes, his transgressions...and while you may be innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, this is OUR court, and the grand jury has already spoke. Their verdict...EXILE!"

Sullivan Aimes takes the sledge hammer and smacks Theodore Drake in the ribs once again. Trey Jordan joins in and starts giving the boots to Drake, meanwhile Lacey has slid three steel chairs into the ring.

Mayhem: This is what they do? Just beat the shit out of people.

Trinks: I suppose so. They did it to Fagan, and now they're doing it to Theodore Drake. I actually liked him.

Wolfcastle grabs one of the chairs and..WHACK! Smashes the sheel against Theodore Drake's midsection. Aimes grabs a chair and so does Trey J. All three men go to town on Theodore Drake's midsection until he starts spitting up blood.

Trinks: Oh dear god, he may have internal bleeding! We need medical attention out here.

Trey J unties Drake's legs and Drake falls to the canvas where he's met by Sullivan Aimes who smashes his Legacy championship into Drake's face. He lifts the belt off his face and a little bit of blood is on the plate. Sullivan grins and lays the Legacy championship on the ground while Trey J and Wolfcastle kicks Drake out of the ring. He plops to the mats and medics come rushing to ring side. Trey J, Wolfcastle, and Sullivan all stay in the ring as Sullivan picks up the microphone.

Sullivan Aimes: All week long I've been getting phone calls and messages asking me about Aaron Blaize and is he a member of Politically Incorrect? I'm answering this once and I'm answering it right now. Aaron Blaize is merely a symbol in Politically Incorrect. He wanted total control over REVIVAL, which is not what we seek, but he did stand up for something he believed in and that's what we at Politically Incorrect are all about. Standing for what we believe in, and we believe we are the best in REVIVAL. Hell, wouldn't you agree? The Legacy championship and the Primetime title are behind enemy lines. The board has probably lost their freaking minds, and on top of that they've got an Aaron Blaize look-a-like going around. Does Aaron have a twin brother? Can we get some information on that?

Trinks: I can't stand this guy. Wake me up when their music plays again.

Sullivan Aimes: I don't know if that was Aaron Blaize or not, but I do know that the men you see before you are the men that the board has tried to shut out and we've overcome again and again. What you just saw was a message to the members of the board. We are the very men that make REVIVAL what it is! We are Politically Incorrect.... and we... breed... dominance! Say what you will about us, but you can't deny and can never forget the fact that at any given time, on any given day, we get the job done.

Trinks: He fucking cheated!

Mayhem: I thought you were sleep?

Trinks: Hush child.

Sullivan Aimes: And speaking of getting the job done... how about that Bomber? How about that Sinister Superman? How about that Ben Hanson?

Sullivan is hoisting the Legacy championship above his head with his right arm and holding the mic with his left.

Sullivan Aimes: This belt here is what I've been chasing for so long? A belt that basically has no meaning to it. Look at it's previous holders. One was awarded it, and the following champion was awarded it without any real effort. Ain't that about a bitch? I guess I'll have to bring this championship it's much needed attention. I mean it smells like a combination of a sweaty Brit and a raunchy deviant cunt. This belt needs some serious help, so it screamed out to me from the moment it saw me step into a REVIVAL wrestling ring.

Mayhem: I highly doubt that's what happened.

Sullivan Aimes: This Legacy championship is a great achievement, but I don't want it. Not at this point.. look at it. It's purple... it looks like a prize from the fucking fair! This belt represents all things that are bad in REVIVAL and I will not taint my own flesh with it's horrible stench of false advertising.

Sullivan Aimes slides out of the ring and places the Legacy championship on the ring steps. Wolfcastle follows after him along with Trey J and Trey J hands Sullivan the sledgehammer.

Trinks: He's not doing what I think he's doing is he?

Sullivan lifts the sledgehammer into the air and comes crashing down upon the plates with the sledgehammer. He lifts the sledgehammer and slams it into the plates once again, shattering them and sending a few pieces into the air.

Mayhem: That's REVIVAL Property!

Trinks: Technically it is, but technically it's his and he can do whatever he wants with it. Sort of.

Trey J adjusts the belt and they shatter the rest of the plates on it. Lacey Hands Sullivan a piece of duct tape and Sullivan places it across the center of the broken plates and removes a sharpie from his pocket and writes, REVIVAL LEGACY CHAMPION - "ATROCIOUS" SULLIVAN AIMES on it and places it back onto his shoulder before grabbing another microphone.

Sullivan Aimes: Now, ladies and gentlemen what we have here is the NEW Revival Legacy Championship to fit the NEW Revival Legacy Champion. This belt is hideous.. it's ugly and sitely, it goes against everything anybody else wants to see when they see a championship. But this particular championship is built on trials and tribulations you go through in Revival when you are classified as one of the elite! It's an ugly road to the top, but when you make it you either make something of it or you take the Oliver Michael Hollings route and make nothing of it.

The music hits on the speakers again and the three remaining members of Politically Incorrect members along with Lacey exit through the crowd.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Blackpool, England. Weighing in at 228lbs… ‘THE LIONHEART’ MIKE HARRISSSSSOOOONNN!!!

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

Trinks: Earlier this week Mike Harrison had an epiphany, Magz. He figured out the fans aren’t the be all and end all of this business and he’s not sucking up to them anymore.

Mayhem: I saw.

Trinks: I think with this change in attitude, he might start his winning streak this week…

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent, from Akron, Ohio. Weighing in at 225lbs… He is the current REVIVAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…’THE METAL HEART’ BEN HANSON!!!

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena, the guitar intro working the crowd up into a mini frenzy as Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain wearing a black hoodie emblazoned with a steel coloured heart over his ring attire. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around him with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect. Ben doesn’t flip his hood back this week however, instead choosing to hastily walk down the aisle, a sullen look upon his face. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoodie and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

Mayhem: That’s not the Ben Hanson we’re used to seeing, Richie. We saw him earlier threatening Cordy Stevenson, do you think the burning of the title belt last week is still on his mind?

Trinks: It should be, it’s only been a week…and that failure as a champion to defend his belt from harm should haunt him for the rest of his days.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors pace the length and width of the ring. They circle one another in the center of the squared circle before backing away; Harrison walking the along the ropes as the champion tries to circle around him, but to no avail. Harrison comes out of the corner he’s found himself in, taking Ben by surprise. The Lionheart circles around so both men are standing in the center of the ring as they lock up collar and elbow.

Trinks: Finally … Give ’em hell, Mike!

They jockey for position, but it’s Hanson who finds himself being twirled and pushed back into a corner. He puts his arms up and the referee calls for a break, which he gets. Harrison takes a step back–quicker as he notices Ben drop down and attempt the double leg takedown. An angry scowl upon the World champion’s face as he regains his vertical base. The Lionheart backs away, walking in a circle around the ring. Again, both men lock up collar and elbow as Harrison goes to duck behind for a rear waistlock–but his arm gets caught. Hanson manages to overpower him, grabbing the wrist and executing an arm wringer. A second time around the block as Hanson applies more pressure; Harrison staying doubled over as he tries to manoeuvre into an advantageous position. He succeeds and counters with an arm wringer of his own before knocking Hanson down with a short arm clothesline!

Mayhem: Mike Harrison certainly bringing the fight to our World Champion here tonight, Richie.

Trinks: As he should, someone needs to bring Ben Hanson back to reality, especially after what he did earlier this evening to poor Cordelia Stevenson.

Hanson scrambles back to his feet as he takes dives at Harrison with a double leg takedown, bringing The Lionheart crashing down to the mat. And the champion immediately climbs up and assumes a mounted position as he wails away with rights and lefts! But Mike manages to counter, flipping the situation around as he finds himself on top and punching the Metal Heart squarely in the face! Hanson manages to get his feet up and kick away his opponent. Harrison rolls through and gets back to his feet as Hanson kips up back to a standing position.

Both competitors, once again, circle the ring. As they come together, they lock up in another collar and elbow tie up as Harrison goes South with a kick to the gut. He fires off a succession of forearms to the face, backing Hanson against the turnbuckle. The Metal Heart manages to block one and throws his opponent back into the corner as he drives a knee into the midsection, doubling Harrison over. The champion opens up, unloading a few uppercuts that rock Mike Harrison. A stiff back elbow and an Irish whip sends the Brit from pillar to post as Hanson charges in after him–eating a face full of boot as he does so! He staggers back; Harrison running against the opposite ropes for momentum, coming back with a running clothesline that sends both himself and Hanson tumbling over the top rope!

Mayhem: What’s Ben playing at? He’s trying to brawl out there.

Trinks: The ‘Chumpion’ is a lot of things, Magz, a brawler isn’t one of them.

Harrison is the first one to his feet; he grabs the rising Hanson by the back of the head and delivers a clubbing blow to the neck. But Hanson just stands up, albeit doubled over as Mike drives a knee up into the midsection before throwing Ben shoulder first into the guard rails! The nearby fans scarper as the champion is lifted up and dropped chest first across the steel railing; he drops down to a seated position against the rail as Harrison places the sole of his boot across Ben’s throat.

By now the referee has reached a four count in the count out as Harrison rolls the World champ back into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope after him. The Metal Hearts stands up, only be grabbed from behind and taken down to the mat with a spinning back suplex. Right after that, Mike rolls his opponent over onto his front and applies an arm bar, working the shoulder that got slammed into the guard rails. The official drops down to check for a submission, but Hanson isn’t about to quit. He battles to a kneeling position, rolling forward somehow and catching Harrison in a headscissors, taking him over. Both men scramble back to their feet; Harrison goes for a clothesline, but it’s ducked and countered with a standing enziguiri!

Mayhem: Is this the fight back beginning?

The Lionheart is dazed by the boot around the back of the head, allowing Hanson time to springboard off the ropes with a missile dropkick straight to the kisser! Harrison goes down, rolling through and picking himself right back up as he comes at Ben, who performs a Lou Thesz press! Again the World champion is on top of his opponent wailing away with rights hands as Harrison tries to protect his face … but Hanson stands up and walks in a semi-circle to the other side of the ring; he lets out a guttural howl before heading back to where Harrison is getting back to his feet…

Mayhem: How did the referee not see that?

Trinks: And bang, just like that Mike Harrison is back in this one!

A quick thumb to the eye, one which the official somehow didn’t notice and Harrison ducks behind his opponent, taking the Metal Heart down with a German suplex! And he keeps his hands clasped together as he lifts Ben back to a standing position, this time hitting a release German suplex as Hanson crashes to the mat! Harrison hurries over and grabs a handful of tights as he goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

But Hanson kicks out at two! The Lionheart doesn’t quite believe it, but accepts the referee’s count as he grabs Hanson up by the hair and tosses him into the corner, whereupon he begins to stomp away at the midsection and that shoulder. The champion is gradually forced down to a seated position as Harrison switches tactics. He stops stomping and delivers a face wash to Hanson. And another. A third follows as Harrison takes a few steps back and charges in with a vicious boot across the face of the World champion. Ben flops out of the corner, clinging on to the top rope to maintain any semblance of verticality as Harrison is on him, delivering some knife edge chops to the chest – the crowd chanting “whoo” with each one before Harrison goes for an Irish whip. Hanson is sent running across the ring, bouncing off the ropes–no–he keeps hold of the top rope! Angered, Harrison charges at his opponent and Hanson drops down, holding onto the rope as he lowballs Mike Harrison!

Trinks: Oh, that crafty little Lionheart…

Harrison must have seen it coming, because he manages to land on the apron. Ben turns around and gets shocked by a hard right to the face – but he fires one right back. Harrison lands a hook. Hanson fires one right back. Back and forth, the two men trade punches until Harrison blocks one and brings his opponent down throat first across the top rope!

He gets right back up on the apron as Hanson uses the ropes to get back to his feet. A swift knee to the midsection by Harrison and he hooks The Metal Heart up, looking to suplex him into the ring–but Ben blocks it! The crowd cheer as Hanson blocks a second attempt before lifting Harrison up, slingshotting him–METAL HEART SUPLEX!!!


Mayhem: Out of nowhere!
And the cover by Ben Hanson!

One…

Two…

Trinks: No, no…he can’t!

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…BEN HANSON!

Mayhem: What an unbelievably close match here tonight folks! With such an impressive contest, I don’t see why Ben Hanson wouldn’t choose Mike Harrison to challenge for his World Championship!

Trinks: I agree with you partially, Magz. That was an unbelievably close contest... but if you were Ben Hanson, and you have just competed in a contest that could have honestly gone either way--would you honestly put yourself into a situation where you could lose your strap?

Mayhem: Ben Hanson, I believe, will defend his championship against any challenger. Good, bad, or ugly...

Trinks: Good, bad, or ugly? Nice to know that guys like Myke Adams and Joe Johnson might have a chance at finding themselves in the main event next week!

Mayhem: No matter tonight’s outcome, Mike Harrison proved to us all that he belongs in high profile matches like the one here tonight against World Champion, Ben Hanson.

The camera goes backstage, the crowd watching on the Rev-O-Tron cheer as we see Myke Adams walking along. His face painted up in Revival's shades of teal and blue. His black hair pulled in a wild pony on the rear of his head. He is decked on in a GRAY tank top, and his usual gear as he passes along a group of crew members... Myke is busy throwing jabs and such to warm up for his big Main Event Loser Leaves Revival match. The crew chase him down however as they begin to talk with Myke.

Crew #1: Hey Myke, hey...

Myke Adams: Hey.

Myke says as he stops walking and turns to face the group, a broad smile over him. They all seem pretty hyped about his match too... as we notice its the same crew members Thaddeus Grey was giving a hard time the first time Myke and Thad had a run in.

Crew #1: The guys and I, well we've been waiting up here all night to tell you goodluck. We hope you knock that jerk right out the back door where he belongs!

'YEAH!' the entire group resounds, Myke nodding approvingly as he smiles ear to ear. Adams shakes his head now however as his smile fades.

Myke Adams: That's exactly the plan guy, exactly. But I can't promise anything... Imma fly high, risk it all out there tonight...

Crew #2: Then you got it, Myke! No way Thaddeus Grey keeps up with the High Risk Heretic.

Myke Adams: Yea... Here's to hoping.

Myke smirks slightly.

Myke Adams: But seriously guys, I'm glad you're pulling for me tonight. I don't plan on even taking the chance of being sent outta Revival without the fight of my life first!

'YEAH!' the group resounds again, Myke taking a moment to slap a few 'fives', knuckle bumps... whatever. He then nods again and smiles brightly.

Myke Adams: Just promise one thing guys...

Crew #2: Anything Myke, anything at all.

Myke looks around a bit... his face getting more serious.

Myke Adams: If things go bad tonight, don't take that kinda shit anymore. Not from guys like Thaddeus... Any of em. Oka?

They all nod and such, Myke pulls up a defiant fist and shakes it slightly.

Myke Adams: Good. Now let's see if this ole spotmonkey can't show a certain somebody what respect and dedication is all about! I'll see you guys later... Thanks again... I'll do my best to make ya's proud. I'll give it my all to make him a figment of Revival's past...

Myke smiles softly and turns to head on his way, stopping for a moment as one of them calls out.

Crew #3: Just do what you do... Just thrill em all Superman!

Myke cannot fight a huge grin, he then holds up a hand in thanks with a brief wave and heads back on his way. The crew members watching him head on before we fade back to ringside.

[REVIVAL]

The lights dim and Back In Black begins to play, out from behind the curtains steps The British Bomber to loud cheers from the fans, he makes he way down to the ring, slapping a few out stretched hands along the way before climbing up onto the apron and posing, he climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring before posing again as the music fades out.

Trinks: Both men have requested that they have no introduction.

Mayhem: They want this to practically be a sadistic brawl and almost talked management into allowing them to come to the ring with no referee!

"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 two men circle each other jawing viciously. Kerry rises up and nails The Bomber with a right hand. The Bomber quickly hits Windsor with a swift kick to the midsection. The British Bomber twists around and hammers Windsor with a ring shaking DDT!! The Bomber is quickly up and drops a stiff knee on the downed Windsor! The Bomber picks up Windsor and whips him into the ropes. Clothesline by the British Bomber! He immediately covers Windsor for the pin. The ref is out of position.

One..

T…No WINDSOR kicks out with authority!

The British Bomber glares at the ref as he begins to stomp on Windsor mercilessly. Windsor rolls out of the ring. The ref starts the count as Kerry tries to get his bearings. 1…2…3. The Bomber is signaling for Windsor to get into the ring. Windsor slides in as The Bomber scoops him up and goes for a suplex but it is blocked by Windsor. Kerry with a quick snap suplex of his own. Windsor is up to his feet and just begins stomping like crazy. Bomber covers his head and gets to his knee and Windsor kicks him in the face! Blood splurts forward onto the mat through the hands of Bomber!

Trinks: That is disgusting!

Windsor rolls Bomber over covers him.

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Mayhem: I’m not shocked to see Windsor getting this vicious this early, some of the things Bomber said on Twitter this week were very insulting.

Trinks: This is personal for both of them, Bomber will get some revenge for this.

Windsor helps him up and whips him into the ropes and nails him with a wicked clothesline! Kerry Windsor picks up the Bomber and nails him with a ring rocking DDT! The Bomber is crawling towards the ropes clutching his head. Kerry, in a show of strength, grabs Bomber under the arms and lifts him up, gets behind him and Belly to Back Suplex….but the Bomber holds the top rope. The Bomber twists around hitting Windsor with a twisting kick to the midsection The momentarily stuns Windsor. The Bomber grabs Windsor by the back of the head and starts nailing knees to the face in rapid succession. Windsor instinctively covers his face and Bomber lets go ove his head and nails Windsor with a big spinebuster!

Trinks: This match is really fast paced. It’s been a back and forth battle. Great action!

Mayhem: Were you expecting them to hug? This junk is personal. I’m surprised fines weren’t levied for the abuse of social media.

Trinks: Fines?

Mayhem: Shut up, it sounded good!

Bomber goes off the ropes and jumps up with a jumping elbow drop to the exposed chest of Windsor, his hands come from his face and he has a laceration over his eye and blood trickling from his nose. The Bomber takes a step back and runs his hands over his face and through his hair, his platinum blonde locks are now a shade of crimson. A laceration on his forehead is almost pulsing blood. Bomber runs his fingers over his face and through his hair again. The Bomber scoops up WINDSOR and nails him with another soul shattering Spinebuster!! He hooks a leg and goes for the cover but Windsor grabs the rope, stopping the count.

Mayhem: Windsor has been to war before in the squared circle and he still has the mind to know where he is in the ring at all times.

The Bomber is quickly up as he climbs to the top rope. Top Rope Elbow Drop that catches nothing but canvas as Windsor rolls out of the way. Both men lay in pain and the fans look to the ramp.

Trinks: Who is that?

Mayhem: No idea!

Two masked men are on the stage wearing solid black. Black jeans, leather jackets, and ski masks. They start to plod to the ring. Windsor and Bomber see them coming. The masked men get up on the apron...THE CROWD ERUPTS IN CHEERS!

Trinks: That’s Fagan Ballentine!

Fagan runs behind them and grabs them by the legs and they fall face first on the apron! Fagan claps their heads together as security comes down and rushes them back to the back. Bomber and Windsor have made it to their feet and Fagan gives a nod to both of them as he goes back up the ramp.

Mayhem: What in the world was that?

Trinks: I’m not sure, but I’m glad Fagan Ballentine had his head on a swivel. Those two masked men could’ve ruined this match.

Windsor and Bomber are chest to chest jawing at each other, blood pouring down their faces and splashing in giant drops on their chests. Windsor pulls back and nails a punch and Bomber returns fire...The crowd is whipped into a frenzy as they are giving it all they’ve got!

Trinks: Kerry Windsor and The British Bomber are turning it on.

Mayhem: This match won’t be an hour long classic, it’s like an MMA fight, they are giving it all they have, we’ll be lucky if this match lasts 10 minutes.

The man from England turns and whips WINDSOR through the ropes and on to the arena floor. The Bomber climbs through the ropes onto the apron. The Bomber leaps off the apron and lands a hard elbow on the downed Windsor as the ref starts the count. 1..2..3... The Bomber stomps viciously on WINDSOR. The Bomber then whips WINDSOR into the barrier with force. Windsor goes to a knee grasping his back. The Bomber charges at Windsor but Windsor lowers his head and sends Bomber flying over head...THE BACK OF HIS HEAD SMASHED THE BARRICADE AS HE LANDS INTO THE CROWD! 4...5..6...

Trinks: I THINK THE BRITISH BOMBER IS DEAD!!!!!!

Windsor looks at the ref and jumps the barricade and practically has to fireman’s carry Bomber to get him over the barricade, he sends him into the ring and rolls in himself as the ref gets to nine.

Mayhem: Windsor wants to win this in the ring, not by a countout.

Trinks: Bomber looked like dead weight!

Windsor catches his breath on the ropes as Bomber starts to stir. Windsor watches as Bomber gets to his feet...making Bomber use his own depleting energy to get to his feet. Windsor charges in and swings a haymaker, Bomber blocks it, falls back on the ropes and springs back and lands a big right hand to the jaw of WINDSOR. Windsor falls like he was smacked by a sledgehammer. Bomber falls to his knees and then down to his face.

Mayhem: These guys have given it their all!!!!!

Windsor is getting his bearings and grabs Bomber by the hair and lifts him up...THE MOST HATED OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!

The ref starts counts.

1...
2...
3...!

Mayhem: Vile and vicious, a warrior has truly triumphed.

With no announcement, Windsor raises his arms in victory and snarls down at Bomber. He knows this isn’t over. He won the victory, but he sure hasn’t won the war.

Trinks: With such a vicious contest, one must wonder if Ben Hanson is fully ready for whatever Kerry Windsor will throw at him. I mean, if he went to this length to go after Bomber for some remarks on Twitter, Hanson must be in for a world of hurt.

Mayhem: That’s a brilliant way to look at it, one that I didn’t give any thought to until you just said it. Well done, Richie.

Trinks: This ain’t the first time I’ve been to the rodeo, Mama!

Fagan is sitting in his dressing room, wearing cut off sweat pants, a dingy t-shirt, and his top of the line wrestling boots from the Bomber. All of a sudden, The Cornerstone, Kerry Windsor walks into the picture, a twisted and menacing smile plastered on his face. There is still blood caked on various parts of his body, a result of his grueling match with the British Bomber moments before. Fagan looks up with a smile expecting a thank you. Kerry’s eyes quickly narrow as he shakes his head at the sight of Fagan.

Kerry Windsor: What are you smiling for?

Fagan's smile turns to a look of confusion.

Kerry Windsor: Yeah, get that stupid grin off your face. You shouldn't see anything amusing in being lied to.

Fagan contorts his face now, still not understanding where Kerry is coming from.

Kerry Windsor: Yeah, that man that I just destroyed out there? That man that I left lying in a pool of his own blood? The man that you look up to?

Kerry’s voice trails off a little bit as he lets out an amused chuckle.

Kerry Windsor: He’s been lying to you this entire time. The man you idolize, the man that you patent yourself behind, is nothing but a fraud that exemplifies all of the behaviors you detest. Yet you admire him. You’re so caught up in the false image that puts forth that you fail to see the despicable human being that he is. You’re incapable of seeing through the mask that your so called “hero” dons.

Kerry shakes his head in disgust at Fagan.

Kerry Windsor: And on that account, you're no different than the rest of these idiots around here. Feasting off the lies that people like The Bomber and Ben Hanson constantly feed you, veiled from the truth by their facades of righteousness."

Fagan looks absolutely speechless right now, as Kerry scoffs at him.

Kerry Windsor: Your hero isn't the man he claims to be. Just like Ben Hanson isn't the man that he paints himself to be. Maybe you're too dumb to see it now Fagan. But soon ... you'll understand. Soon you'll ALL ... understand.

Kerry lets out a snicker as he turns around, leaving Fagan there to contemplate his words. He sees a shirt hanging on the wall that’s obviously too small for the big man to wear.

Kerry Windsor: Is this Bomber's stuff hanging here?

Fagan nods. Kerry laughs as he grabs the crisp, starched, white button up shirt and rubs his bloody face all over it and turns to Fagan.

Kerry Windsor: I assume you can read, so I’ll make sure to get you copies of the tweets Bomber sent to the mother of my child, blatantly disrespecting her and calling her out of her name. I’ll expose him, just like I’ll expose Hanson, and the rest of these so called “Heroes” of Revival. The lies have been far too rampant, but they can’t escape … the truth.

Kerry leaves the room, chuckling to himself, seemingly amused by the entire confrontation. In the distance, the door is heard slamming shut as Fagan still has a look of shock on his face...what was that?

Cameras take us to the parking garage where we see Sullivan Aimes leaning to a car window talking to a man in a grey hoody. In the near distance we see Garrett Wolfcastle and Trey Jordan shutting the trunk and walking away. Sullivan stays leaning the vehicle having a chat with the driver.

Trinks: Who is that?!

Mayhem: I’m not sure, I can’t really see who that is.

Sullivan Aimes steps away and the window rolls up quickly and the car drives off. Aimes adjusts the Legacy championship on over his shoulder and heads back into the arena and catches up to Wolfcastle and Trey Jordan.

The REAL Show Trey Jordan: Where we headed Sull?

Sullivan Aimes continues walking and they follow behind him.

Sullivan Aimes: I’ve got a quick stop to make.

Mayhem: Everything seems to be a mystery with this guy.

Trinks: Well I’ll sure say so.

Sullivan Aimes approaches a locker room door that has a sign that reads, “MYKE ADAMS”, the fans erupt at the site of the name. Sullivan barges into the locker room and Syd and Myke jump back a little surprised at the site of Politically Incorrect.

Sullivan Aimes: Look what we have here! Hahaha.

Myke Adams and Syd rise to their feet and are ready for a possible attack. REVIVAL Legacy champion Sullivan Aimes stands in the doorway with Wolfcastle and Trey Jordan backing him.

Sullivan Aimes: Calm down Superman. I just wanted to come by and thank you for the congratulations on winning the Legacy championship.

Sydney LaRoux: No body ever congratulated you Sullivan.

Sullivan Aimes: And that’s my point exactly. You guys run around as the top dogs and treat everyone as if they are beneath you. Are you all too prideful to show respect to anyone other than those in your immediate circle?

Myke and Syd roll their eyes while Sullivan is speaking.

Sullivan Aimes: You two represent the REVIVAL of old, the REVIVAL that was run on tyranny and disguised as diplomacy. You two represent the last of a dying breed. Where as we, the incorrect political figures of REVIVAL that the machine wants to hold down represent the REVIVAL that runs on a system of checks and balances. You throw off the balance and you get checked.

Myke Adams: Seriously? Is this going any where Sullivan? I have a more important things to deal with...

Sullivan Aimes: Oh yes, we were getting to the good point. I was just going to show you why we… the new breed of superstar in REVIVAL are much better than you two has beens. We came to pay our respects, seeing how tonight someone is leaving REVIVAL for good, we decided to come by and wish you luck.

Sullivan stares down Sydney and then stares down Myke.

Sullivan Aimes: …Luck.

Sullivan Aimes turns around and follows Wolfcaste and Trey J out of the locker room. LaRoux and Adams share a glance and shake their heads.

Myke Adams: I swear that guy needs to be put through a drug screen...

Sydney smirks slightly as the two go back to their business... the locker door shuts us out as we last see MYKE ADAMS in bold print across the door before fading back to ringside.

The lights dim and on Reviv-a-Tron appear the words:

JULY 2011
He arrives in the presence of greatness...

A clip plays showing a smug young blond man standing beside eWo Hall of Famer Jack Darling.

Jack Darling: This guy rather reminds me of me when I was younger and slightly less ruthless. Cali's own Victor Bravis.

Victor Bravis: I figure if you’re gonna be a star in this business, you might as well pattern yourself after the best, eh, Jack?

The screen goes black and new words appear:

SEPTEMBER 2011
He debuts in impressive fashion...

Now a montage shows Bravis taking on the towering Texan juggernaut Austin Carter, and handily trouncing him. He floors him with a savate-style running thrust kick, a number of blows that kept the big man grounded, and finally a running BOOM Headshot as commentary clips play praising his abilities.

Jerry Tans: This kid is vicious!
Roger Steck: The kid seems gifted!

The montage concludes with a shot of Bravis lifting Carter onto his shoulders and then spinning him out in a flapjack, then rolling him back into a cloverleaf submission for the tap out victory. As the bell rings, Bravis pulls a Sharpie out of his boot, writing the letters “B.C.F.U.” on Carter’s forehead. The scene fades and more words fade in:

MARCH 2012
He rises to epic peaks...

A clip plays showing Bravis knocking out multi-time world champion Scott Free backstage with a chair, crushing his throat and screaming abuse at him.

Victor Bravis: Go ahead, Scottie! Tell me to shut up now! SAY SOMETHING NOW!

Then it fades to a montage from a match between Bravis and eWo Hall of Famer Lawrence Jarvis, showing a more back-and-forth match than previously shown. Jarvis plants him with his trademark finisher, the Franchiser, and Bravis shocks the world by kicking out. Bloodied and desperate, he slaps the veteran in the face-- and there’s a very noticeable cut as Jarvis collapses as if struck by brass knuckles, with Bravis standing over him as the referee counts to ten for the knock-out win. Bravis celebrates as if he’d won the Super Bowl.

Victor Bravis: FLAWLESS VICTORY!

Fade to black, then more words:

MARCH 13, 2012
He challenges for his first World Championship...

Now a montage from that match, as Bravis challenges then-eWo World Champion Micah Castille, starting with shots of each man in their respective corners.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is for the eWo World Championship!

The montage, like the previous one, is more back-and-forth, and features one sequence of moves as each man counters each other’s moves: Castille went for his signature Euphoria Cutter, but got shoved off as Bravis set him up for his old finisher, the Victory Slam, only for Castille to block and land on his feet, going for an STO, but getting reversed into a Backdrop Driver, only for a two-count.

Jerry Tans: Bravis puts himself in control. If he wants the title this may be his only chance to take it right here.

Then into the final sequence of the match: Castille setting Bravis up for the turnbuckle Deadline Bomb, only for Bravis to reverse it into the Victory Slam, rolling him into the cloverleaf. Castille makes the ropes, counters out of the Victory Slam and goes for the Euphoria Cutter again, but gets shoved off. Bravis goes for the BOOM Headshot, but is dodged. Castille swings for a heart punch, but Bravis sweeps him up into the Victory Slam, for the shocking three-count.

As trash rained down, Bravis grabbed the belt and started jogging around the ring with it.

Jerry Tans: I don't believe it.

Victor Bravis: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD ALL OF YOU! YES! YES!

As he heads up the ramp, still celebrating, the crowd is on the verge of rioting, one fan actually getting tackled by security as he jumps the rail.

Victor Bravis: ALL OF YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’M THE CHAMPION! ME! ME!

It fades to black again, and at last:

OCTOBER 2012
The Future is due a REVIVAL...

The brass music of the classic Superman cinematic theme plays in the arena.

Faster than a speeding bullet... More powerful than a locomotive...
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound...
Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane--!!

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The lights start to flash and sweep the arena as the bold bass guitars of Ralph Cardall's "It's a Bird, It's a Plane" play, the crowd already starting to jeer and boo even before the "Man of Tomorrow" himself swaggers out onto the stage. Wearing a REVIVAL Wrestling t-shirt and an expensive pair of sunglasses, he grins as he looks out over the unimpressed and booing crowd, raising his arms and flashing the V-for-Victory sign as he struts his way down the ramp, laughing and celebratory.

Bravis climbs into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles, posing again, before taking up a microphone and regarding the crowd, which is still booing and making numerous rude gestures.

Victor Bravis: Rejoice! Rejoice! The Future has arrived in REVIVAL Wrestling!

Booing.

Victor Bravis: You are looking at the "Man of Tomorrow," ladies and estro-gents! The "Face of the Future" is here, a top-caliber, former world champion, student of greatness, defeater of legends--

He has to stop as the crowd starts chanting SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP! at him. This finally gets a scowl out of him, face twisting in fury.

Victor Bravis: Hey! Shut up!

SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP! SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP!

Victor Bravis: Listen here, you mass of fudge-packing shitheads, I've got the microphone and you don't, so that means you shut up and listen to EVERY WORD I HAVE TO SAY!

This, of course, just gets the crowd to chant SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP even louder. Bravis glares around, ripping his sunglasses off as he fumes in the ring. He rolls out of the ring and marches up to a fan in the front row, who shouts something at Bravis that the microphone doesn't pick up.

Victor Bravis: Before I saw you, I was pro-life, but now--

He grimaces and turns away, as a female fan yells something at him. Bravis scowls at her.

Victor Bravis: I'd slap you, but I don't want to get slut on my hand.

The man next to her yells something that sounds like "Even your own mother doesn't like you!" Bravis turns on him.

Victor Bravis: Your mother fucks for bricks to build your sister a whore-house, so you've got no right to judge mine!

He finally turns and heads back up the ramp, turning back and pointing a finger out at them.

Victor Bravis: You're all ignorant and blind to the facts! It's good that after the main event tonight, there's space on the roster for the Future of this company! Because Fuck You, I'm the Man of Tomorrow!

"It's a Bird, It's a Plane" starts up again as he poses on the stage, while the crowd boos mightily. The cameras pan to Richie Trinks and Maggie Mayhem at ringside.

Mayhem: Another debut here tonight, this time from a guy who's not afraid to speak his mind.

Trinks: That sounds like a polite way of saying Victor Bravis was a complete and total asshole.

Mayhem: I don't know about that, Richie. He's trying to make a name for himself here in REVIVAL...

Trinks: No, don't stick up for him. His first night here, and he's honestly a complete prick. It's okay to admit it, Maggie. No one will think less of you.

Mayhem: Okay, you're right? I think he's a douche of epic proportions! I mean, he's a douchebag of such a magnitude, that he could physically cleanse a whale's vagina... are you happy, Richie?

Trinks: Quite happy, Magpie!

Maggie Mayhem quickly shoots him a very unpleasant sneer.

Trinks: Well, well, well... I think we've just about reached that time Magpie. One final match for somebody under Revival's roof of Mayhem... HeHe.

Mayhem: Nice Rich, like how ya name dropped for me and everything there. But you are correct, tonight folks... Somebody leaves here without a job.

Trinks: Tinkerbell against Mr. One Night Stand! Wonder if tonight will be just that for Thaddy Grey.

Mayhem: Just what?

Trinks: His one night stand, the night he proves to Revival Nation just how amazing he truly is. Tonight Thaddeus Grey shows us all how over hyped, over rated, and over crammed down our dribblers Myke Adams really is!

Mayhem: Possibly, or Myke Adams once again adds another chapter of triumph into the book of legend he's been risky his neck to write these past ten years.

Trinks: Bah, unlikely. The one nighter is gonna silence this nuthouse... And I hope he does it quick I can hardly hear myself think out here.

Mayhem: The crowd is riled up quite a bit, but that's because our very own Stan Hopeforth has taken to the ring to get this Main Event, loser leaves Revival no DQ contest kick started!

[REVIVAL]

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for tonight's MAIN EVENT! After nineteen explosive shows, Revival's twentieth edition of Violence is near it's conclusion. Tonight one of these two brave warriors will no longer prowl the back, no longer hit our ring... Tonight one of these two men who are about to embark in a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH will NEVER return to a Revival ring AGAIN! Are you ready?!

The crowd explodes in a booming fit of screams and cheers, the camera almost seems to shake from their noise. The arena dims to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, Innerpartysystem's "Don't Stop" blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from the video above.

Stan Hopeforth: Heading down first, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs an even two hundred pounds... Let's hear it for MR. ONE NIGHT STAND... THAAAAAAAAAAADDEUS GRRRRRRREY!!!

A shower of golden sparks drop to the ground as a very arrogant and very assured Thaddeus Grey makes his way out! As the golden-shower fades away, the arena is lit in a yellow hue. Walking to the ring to a chorus of boos, "Mr. One Night Stand" is nothing but confidence, the smirk on his face serving as the perfect example of such a statement. As he reaches the ring, the fans really let him have it, the boos turning to jeers and insults, but Grey pays them no attention. Methodically, he walks up the stairs, staring into the eyes of his opponent. As he's halfway across the apron, he wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. After a brief pause, he stands in the center, basking in the negative reaction the capacity crowd is giving him. A slight smile forms in the corner of his mouth, as the lights return to normal. Grey turns to his corner and quickly does a few stretches, awaiting the High Risk Heretic now...

Stan Hopeforth: And his opposition, hailing from Maryland and weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds... Give it up Revival Nation for THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN MYYYYYYYKE AAAADAMSSSSSS!!!

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

DING! DING!

Trinks: Let Myke Adams' final match begin!

Mayhem: I love the way he painted his face tonight, very Revival like of Myke. This should be a Revival classic folks!

Adams and Grey get chest to chest, words sailing a hundred miles and hour between them as the referee does a quick run down of the no DQ regulations. The crowd booming in dismay however as Thaddeus gets the first strike, he plows a sudden forearm shot into the painted kisser of Myke! Adams howling out in stunned pain and staggering sideways... Before Myke can react, Grey uses the no DQ rules to his advantage... grabbing Myke's black hair in a huge handful and yanking the Superman back to him before wrenching on a quick side headlock. Thaddeus blast two stiff punches into the crown of Myke's skull then uses both arms to really wrench in the headlock. Stomping about as his teeth show, Thaddeus grinding them as he wrenches with all he's got. Myke's arms flailing as he calls out in a muffled shout of agony, doing his best to try and break free. Thaddeus finally lets off and quickly keeps on the gas pedal... He snatches Myke and wrenches him by the wrist into a big time Irish whip... Adams hits the ropes and right as he rebounds out Thad is there with a HUGE knee lift! The crowd booing as Myke connects with force over Grey's knee and spirals upside down and around over the canvas back first!

Trinks: Cunning. Thaddeus is the definition of amazing in the ring. Tinkerbell is done for... He can't go move for move with Grey.

Mayhem: Thaddeus does look like a man possessed, like there is something he's out to prove here tonight! That and neither of these two wanna be the first man to fall in our FIRST ever Loser Leaves match in Revival!

Thaddeus still has Adams down, the referee rather helpless as Grey uses the ropes for leverage as he stomps viciously down over Myke over and over. Finally turning Myke to his back and pressing a boot deep into Adams' throat. Grey leans back and clutches the top rope to keep himself in position as he tries to choke the life outta Myke with that boot. Myke's hands digging at Thaddeus' boot as his teeth show white in contrast to the dark paint around Myke's lips... he's grimacing in complete agony as he struggles to get out from under the crushing weight. Thaddeus finally lets off and throws his arms wide much to the crowd's upheaval. They rain in their hatred for him and Grey simply smiles and nods before going back at Myke. He grabs up Adams by his coal black head of hair again and forces him back to his feet... Adams gagging and touching at his throat as Thaddeus kicks him hard in the midsection. Grey then grabs Myke by the back of his neck and the silver studded belt in the waistline of his baggy black cargo pants. Thaddeus shouts out in anger as he spins Myke around quickly and sends him shoulder first through the second and top turnbuckles and right into the unforgiving metal ring post!

Trinks: That'll leave a bump! Ha ha ha!

Mayhem: Wow, Thaddeus is really taking it to Myke in there... Adams better get some space or he's in trouble tonight. That ring post is high test steel...

Adams staggers out now clutching his throat and shoulder, Thaddeus watching him stumble around as he shakes his head and gives a smug grin. He waits for Myke to stagger around to face him then WHACK! Grey slaps Adams in the face as the crowd booing gets even louder! Myke stumbles back and hits the ropes... bouncing out and right into another huge slap! SMACK! This one causes Myke to slam down over his back on the mat. Thaddeus dropping over the High Risk Heretic and now trying to mock him... smearing away at Myke's Revival color themed face paint. Adams suddenly gets the crowd cheering as from nowhere he calls out like an animal and lunges up at Thaddeus... CA-CLUNK! Myke grabs the back of Grey's head and cracks their skulls together with a huge clunk! Thaddeus staggers up off him and falls to his rear, clutching his forehead in shock.

Trinks: Talk about using your head...

Mayhem: That gave me a headache, ouchies! But Myke did what he needed, space was important with the assault Thaddeus was giving him.

Grey spins back to his feet, touching his forehead and looking at his fingers as if he may see his own blood. He sneers and whips around to face Myke, the crowd in a sea of screams and cheers as Myke nails a kip up to both feet! Thaddeus shrills in anger and charges at Myke no sooner than he's up... Adams ducks a clothesline and swings around somehow snagging up Thaddeus by the head and landing a brutal modified swinging neckbreaker!

Trinks: NO!

Mayhem: Yikes, what a neckbreaker from Myke! That was pretty slick.

Trinks: Lucky, that's the word ya meant...

Adams sits up, still rubbing at his throat a bit but smirking slightly as the crowd chants his name a bit and cheers him on. Myke spins to both feet and grabs at Thaddeus, whose struggling with him until Myke lays a wicked stomp from nowhere into his chest! He shoves at Grey and gets him in the near by corner, seated along the bottom buckle. Myke stomps again, and again, and yet again! The crowd exploding in more cheers as Myke then leaps up with a wild handstand over the corner before spinning down and right into Grey with a sickening handstand into a corner dropkick!!!

Mayhem: OH! Another big time move from Myke! Listen to this place now Trinky, it's literally quaking at my feet!

Trinks: Showboater. These aren't even real wrestling holds, or moves... Just some wild can of crap trick moves.

Mayhem: Wow, bitter much?

Trinks: Uh... stow it.

Adams rolls backward and hops to both feet, getting some bounce back in his step after Grey's early match assault. He grabs both of Thaddeus' ankles and yanks him from the corner near the center of the ring. Myke hits the ropes now and brings out more shouts of delight, nailing a crazy cartwheel right into a nice standing moonsault of sorts. Adams hooking the leg for our first pinfall.

ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!

Mayhem: Shoulder up just at the second count. Grey is still in it folks!

Trinks: Phew.

Thaddeus got a shoulder up right after the two count, Myke unfazed goes back to work as he now sits up Grey and hits the ropes again. Myke flips over a seated Thaddeus and whiplashes him forward by grabbing his head as he flips over him. Grey snaps back of the canvas and grabs at his chin as his feet kick about. Adams right back on him as he rolls over and hurries up, he now pulls Grey to his feet and Irish whips him at the ropes. Thaddeus hits the ropes and Myke drops to his stomach over the mat, but Thad grabs both arms over the top rope and stops himself. The crowd AWE loudly but Myke rushes up, Thaddeus now with his own second wind as from nowhere he charges out of the ropes into Myke. The crowd cheering however as Myke uses his ever so slight size advantage and shoulders Thaddeus down hard over the mat.

Mayhem: Oh! Myke really dropped him there! Guess size does matter, huh Rich?

Trinks: Eh, whatever. Come on Mr. One Night, get back in this! Prove these people wrong, prove to em why false heroes are bad for your health!

Myke now hits the ropes again himself, Thaddeus staggering up just as Myke approaches and dives through the air with a crossbody take down. The crowd boo their hearts out however as in desperation, and sheer will somehow Thaddeus catches Myke and fluidly turns the crossbody into a VILE spinning powerslam! They hit the mat with force as Myke calls out in agony and arches up his back in pain, Thaddeus on his elbows as he peers up at Adams in a scowl. Grey elbows to the ropes and starts dragging himself up now... Myke coming to a seat and working his way up as well... Just as they both stand Myke charges now at Grey, the crowd seems to all jump to their feet in unison however as Thad was ready and ducks down before explosively back dropping Myke up into the air! Adams flies upside down and around through the air from the HUGE back drop all the way over the top rope and down over the arena floor with a nasty ten to twelve foot drop! Myke crying out in complete anguish as he rolls side to side over the arena floor.

Mayhem: Oh that may have shattered his insides there, not easy to watch.

Trinks: I wanna see a replay!

They show a split screen now, as Thaddeus works his way through the ropes much to the ref's dismay... the other screen shows the replay of the huge back drop. The loud smack of Myke's impact with the floor resounds as the crowd watching on the Rev-O-Tron Ohhhs over it.

Trinks: God, I could rewind that and watch it all night... Awesomeness.

Mayhem: Well it appears now the no DQ rules are coming into play in Thaddeus Grey's favor...

Grey has Myke back on his feet, he short arm Irish whips him around and back first into the side of the ring HARD! Myke hasn't a moment to even react to the blistering pain however as Thad still has hold of his wrist... he spins around and Irish whips Myke around and this time harshly right into the black barricade between ringside and the fans! Myke hits it with force as a thunderous BOOM can be heard. Grey nodding as the fans there taunt him, but he goes back for the kill... stomping Myke as Adams is seated in a daze along the floor and the barricade. Thaddeus stomps him with malice over and over, and over again. After a good ten stomps or so... Grey grabs the hair again and forces Myke onto shaky feet... The face paint nearly smeared away from Myke's face now. Grey shouts out in rage as he grabs the wrist again and this time whips Myke around with all his weight at the ring stairs... BOOOOOM! Myke leaves his feet as his charges out of control at the ring stairs... somehow losing balance and flipping upside down as he slams backfirst into the steel steps and they slide apart from the nasty impact! Myke lying over them in a very discomforting looking manner.

Trinks: Now this is what I came to see...

Mayhem: Those were some brutal, just brutal impacts. Myke Adams has definitely gotta be internal bleeding or something... The side of the ring, then the barricade followed by a nasty upside trip into those steel stairs...

Trinks: Almost over now, almost over now!

Mayhem: You a broken record now I see?

Trinks: Not as much as some of the so-called talent around here... Ha ha ha!

Grey jaw jacks with some fans near him at ringside before he peers up into the ring at the referee... whose torn between his duty and what's happening right now. The no DQ obviously allowing no count out, and no stoppage to this onslaught. Thaddeus shoves the time keeper hard off his seat and takes up the black fold up steel chair... Holding it high for all to see...

Mayhem: And now comes the chair.

Trinks: Mashed Skittlez here we come!

Grey climbs up over Myke, Adams still in agony over the two tiers of steel ring steps. Thaddeus gets his balance then swings the chair back before bringing it down looking to crush Myke's head under it... CLANK! The crowd cheer as with a ditch effort Myke slides between Thad's legs and the chair clangs off the stairs and nothing else. Myke stumbles into the barricade as the fans there touch and tug at him, screaming in support. Grey turns and sneers, he leaps off the ring steps with the chair looking for a flying chair shot... But Myke rolls to the side and Thaddeus cracks the chair right off the top of the barricade where it rebounds back and clips him flush in the chin.

Mayhem: OH NO! That coulda busted some teeth! There's blood coming out of his nose I think...

Trinks: Oh man, oh man... Not good.

Thaddeus falls backward and to a seat, dropping the chair as his eyes look dazed and blood shot. Blood coming from his nose as he then grimaces and spits a huge pool of crimson life juice over the arena floor. Myke stumbles into the side of the ring touching at his back, still aching and hurting. Grey spins around to his knees and the crowd go off... Myke running back over and leaping up as he shows great balance... running along the top edge of the barricade and leaping off right into Thaddeus with a vicious double footed falling dropkick! SMACK! It connects with sick force and throws Grey over his back on the floor... Myke however remains over his own back now as well. Both men in a huge World of hurt...

Mayhem: Wow, what a dropkick!

Trinks: Again, the showboating. Why couldn't he just land a regular, tried and true dropkick?!

Mayhem: Guess the thrill em all thing kinda got to his head, and by the sound of this crowd... It paid off.

The arena is booming with chants of AWE-SOME... AWE-SOME... AWE-SOME! Cheering and support for Myke throughout, Adams finally digging to his stomach and crawling over to the barricade as he pulls himself up to his feet. More fans there touching him as they pat his shoulders and back, supporting him. Thaddeus Grey kicking a foot here and there as he clutches his face and chest... Myke stumbles over and leans down to pull him back up. He gets Thaddeus to both feet and looks behind them where the chair remains over the floor. WHACK! Myke lands a vicious snap suplex on Thaddeus right over the steel chair! Grey calling out with wide eyes in agony before Myke spins around and pins him again.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR...

Trinks: SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP!

Mayhem: Relax, geez..

Trinks: You relax, this is not good!

Thaddeus breaks the count just before three, the referee now out of the ring as well. Myke pushes through his hurting back and gets up again, he glares out over the cheering crowd and shines them his best wink. Adams now pulls himself up onto the ring apron and then starts up the corner until he's on the top of the ringpost...

Mayhem: Oh boy... flying time!

Trinks: Uh... again with the... HOLY SHIT!!!

Adams leaps off the top of the post just as Thaddeus Grey has staggered upright. Myke sailing down in a twisting spiral for what appears corkscrew plancha of some kind but Thaddeus stuns EVERYONE as he somehow sidesteps it and in one fluid motion catches Myke with a wildly modified side powerbomb right over the arena floor!!!

Mayhem: That was impressive, Myke's risk turned into Thaddeus' pay day! Wow... Just wow.

Trinks: Over now baby! YESSSS!!!

Thaddeus gets up on his knees, blood trinkling from his nose still as his lips are covered in it. He sneers wide as the crowd rain him in disdain and booing. He rolls over Myke and hooks the leg for a pin.

Mayhem: This may be it... that was a huge plummet for Myke, I can't see him moving over there.

Trinks: YES!

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE... KICKOUT!

The crowd explode in cheers as Myke just forces a shoulder up in time, Thaddeus shaking his head as he spits more blood on the floor and staggers back to his feet. He grabs the chair Myke had suplexed him over and nods out at the crowd as they heckle him... Myke somehow fighting to both knees as he comes up a bit... SMACK! Thaddeus lands a brutal chair shot right over Myke's head. Myke crumbles to the floor... Grey slams the chair down with a clank and now nods with a grin as the crowd boo him with all they've got. He backs up a few steps and leans down, waiting like a hawk.

Mayhem: Chair shot to the head, I'd say this one is in the books people. Myke Adams is in serious trouble.

Trinks: Say goodbye Revival Nation, Superman's getting sent home for good! Ha ha ha!

Myke digs deep somehow and tries fighting his way off the arena floor... getting to his hands and knees. The crowd loud in dismay however as Thaddeus was waiting for this and charges right in at Myke... PUNT KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Adams spirals around and goes limp over the floor. A few leg twitches and nothing else... Grey staggering through the punt and sliding onto both knees with a victorious smirk now over his bloodied lips.

Mayhem: The GreySkull from nowhere! What a vile punt kick to the skull... I am sorry folks, I have to say. This is over.

Trinks: AH HA! Admittance! Told ya Magpie, I told ya how it would end!

Thaddeus stands up and trudges over now, glaring down at the motionless, wrecked Myke Adams. He smiles wide and spits his own blood over the fallen Adams... Now Thad reaches down and forces Myke to his feet somehow, he shoves Myke under the ropes and then snaps around shouting toward the crowd.

Thaddeus Grey: I'M GOING TO FINISH OFF YOUR PRECIOUS 'SUPERMAN' RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! ENJOY INGRATES!

The crowd boo louder, Thaddeus sliding under the ropes now as he stands up and quickly grabs at Myke. He works Adams' arm between his legs and then wraps both arms over Myke's head as he drops down over Adams' back with his own modified Crippler Crossface like submission... THE GRAY-MATTER! Adams suddenly comes to life as his eyes are wide in pain, he howls out in agony as he free arm flails about. Thaddeus arching back to add more and more pressure.

Mayhem: Not looking good at all, no rope breaks in a no DQ, Myke is locked in a bad, bad place right now.

Trinks: He's in the Grey-Matter baby. Thaddeus is not only going to beat Myke, and send him out of Revival forever... He's going to do it in a way not very many have ever been able to do it in... Making that Tinkerbell looking son of a bitch TAP OUT!

Adams screams out as the referee drops and ask for a submission, Myke's refusal brings the crowd back to life. Their booing turns to stomps, claps, whistles and finally a resounding chant LET'S-GO-SUP-ER-MAN! Clap. Stomp. Clap. LET'S-GO-SUP-ER-MAN! Thaddeus shaking his head, he wrenches in tighter... Myke continues to shout in pain, but also scream NO! Eeverytime the ref checks in on him...

Mayhem: He refusing to give, his very Revival life in the clutches of that vicious hold!

Trinks: Break his head off Thaddeus!

Grey shakes his head about as the crowd continues to stomp and chant, Myke finally somehow after minutes of the nasty submission breaks his arm free from Thad's legs. Grey trying to fight it off as Myke pushes on both elbows and digs deep inside to force both their bodies off the mat a bit... Thaddeus still clutching his head and yanking it back awkwardly. Myke somehow finally swings his body from under Grey and around... Thaddeus turns his lost crossface into a chin lock. On one knee behind and now seated Adams... Myke shaking his hands in fist before the two of them as the crowd continue to cheer him on...

Mayhem: What fight in Adams, I cannot believe this! He actually got himself out of the Grey-Matter...

Trinks: Oh no, they're getting to their feet now! I'm closing my eyes...

Myke fights upward, grabbing the ropes now and using them to force both he and Thaddeus to their feet. Grey trying to retain his grip in the chin lock until the crowd explode in cheers... Myke drills a big back elbow into Thaddeus... and ANOTHER. This loosens Thad's grip, but Grey quickly turns the chin lock into a side head lock... The crowd in a full scale riot of cheers as Myke somehow grabs Thaddeus around the waist and turns the side headlock into a desperation back suplex! The two thunder down over the mat... Thaddeus flops over and rolls a few steps from Myke.

Mayhem: OH! Big time back suplex!

Trinks: NO! Come on Mr. One Nighter... COME ON BABY!

Mayhem: This just got interesting again, how in the World is Myke even still awake!?

Thaddeus punches at the canvas, frustrated and angry as he grabs the ropes near him and slowly starts to pull himself up. The crowd shaking the place in delight however as Myke somehow, someway pulls in a third wind and kip ups to his feet... Thaddeus staggering up and turning to go after Myke. WHACK! The place is so loud you can even make out what Trinks or Mayhem are saying as Myke springs with all his weight right into Thaddeus and lands his EGOSHREDDER superkick square in the jaw of Grey! Thaddeus hits the mat over his back as Myke stumbles into the corner... He whips his black hair back and then tears his tank top off... tossing it out into the sea of cheering fans and hitting the top rope with his remaining energy.

Trinks: NOOOOOOO!!!

Mayhem: I can hardly hear you Rich, this place is a nuthouse right now!

Myke slowly rises and holds out his arms to each side in his old Suicidal Youth 'gun gesture' he then almost playfully, tiredly shrugs and sails down with a wild SWANTON BOMB right over Thaddeus Grey!!! The impact snaps Myke up into a seat as he grimaces in pain but quickly turns and hooks the leg for a pin... the crowd on their feet again as they shout out the count with the referee...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner, and still a member of Revival Wrestling's roster.... THE SUICIDAL SUPERMAN MYYYYYYKE ADAMSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Trinks: RIDICULOUS!

Mayhem: What a great match, both these men should be proud! That was a helluva competitive show down!

Trinks: Bah, whatever. The wrong guy won!

Mayhem: So says Mr. Biased. This was a great showing from them both, Myke's resilience and resolve to never give up really pulled him through alot tonight! Thaddeus Grey, gave it all he had... In the end, he found him self in a frustrating place!

Trinks: I'm gonna be sick...

Mayhem: This arena is shaking right now, I mean that. I feel like my ears are going to burst!

The crowd explode in a hysteria of cheers, stomping and clapping as they whistle and scream. The arena nearly seems to quake with a chant of SUP-ER-MAN! SUP-ER-MAN! SUP-ER-MAN! As Myke rolls off the pin of Thaddeus, coming to a tired seat as the smeared away face paint shows his near teared state. His green eyes gazing over the arena of cheering fans, as he obviously is taken back by their huge ovation for his resolve and victory.

Myke gets to his feet, a large smile on his face as Thaddeus stares down at the canvas in shock. Myke suddenly extends his hand out, offering him back to his feet…Thaddeus looks up at him but just before he can take the hand, he’s interrupted by a giant shout…

RELEASE ME!!

The crowd immediately erupts into chants of “YOU KILL DO-OGS” and a chorus of boos as Myke’s smile suddenly is filled with rage.

Hess: Mykey Mykey…Myke…Myke…M…yke. Brother…come here and give me…a hug.

Myke flips the finger at Sam as Hess begins to slowly pace to the ring.

Hess: No? No hug for your dear old brother? I thought you loved me Mykeal…just like I thought your little…SLUT of a girlfriend loved me…but that’s a recurrent theme for you now…isn’t it? Lying. Making everyone else into the…bad guy. That’s what makes you so…good, so super, just like that little lie of a moniker you dreamt up…years ago.

Myke begins to lean over the ropes as Sam stands just at the apron.

Hess: Superman. A super-man is someone who can overcome…ALL odds…isn’t he? Really? Someone who can overcome…EVERYTHING? EVERY….THING.

On that word, the crowd erupt into boos as from the crowd, in leaps Alyx St. Croix and Joe Johnson, while Garrett Wolfcastle makes his way down the ramp! The three all storm the ring as Myke is left defenceless; Sam now slides in also! The four them trap Myke within the centre of the ring…

Mayhem: This is wrong! Just wrong! This is four on one…once again!

Trinks: He needs to watch out right here mamma, this could kill him, and Any Given Sunday is…well…next week!

Sam turns now and beckons more, Trey Jordan coming to the ring also from down the ramp. He sprints down to the ring, now the group of five all circling around the Superman of revival like a pack of vultures before Sam finally nods…EVERYONE swamps Myke at once! Myke takes a hard shot from Garrett, staggering back into Alyx who extends her leg out and delivers her /AFK superkick to the Superman. He staggers back again, now into Trey who springs into him with a wicked clothesline, taking him down to the mat. Sam nods now, throwing his head to the turnbuckles where Alyx climbs. He now motions for Jordan and Johnson to hold Myke down, they do so, as Alyx leaps, delivering Sam’s own frog splash directly to the sternum of Adams! Sam doesn’t seem done though as he directs traffic some more, getting Garrett Wolfcastle now to lift Adams up and hold him by his arms…

Hess: ADAMS. You…YOU got me arrested. YOU made me spend nine days in a jail cell and YOU got me to THIS state to begin with. YOU are to blame for this, YOU and YOU alone, YOUR blood is on MY hands now, and you WILL suffer…I promise you that, YOU will suffer, because at Any Given Sunday... I will have my revenge. I will have Joe Johnson and I will have my sweet darling, Alyxandrea St Croix and they, they will team up with me to take on you, Mykeal, your deviant, Sydney LaRoux, and that miscreant Kyle Cross.

Sam suddenly motions to Johnson now who slides him a length of rope. He ties it around his wrist and then ties it around Myke’s wrist also.

Hess: You have broken my heart and my mind, Mykeal. For that reason, justice must be served. Your crimes are worthy of a death sentence, Mykeal. I…wish you the best of luck… because hell knows… at Any Given Sunday, you will need it.

Sam lifts his arm with the noose around it, yanking the wrist of Adams upwards as he does so. The cameras cut away to Maggie Mayhem and Richie Trinks at ringside.

Trinks: Oh my, oh my. A six-person tag-team contest... with that much animosity, how in the hell can we not expect it to explode into all out chaos?

Mayhem: Sam Hessingstock is a down right monster, full of crazy and full of hate. I hope Adams, LaRoux, and Cross all destroy him, no just for myself... but for the betterment of REVIVAL.

Trinks: The sad thing, Mags. I have to agree with you. Sam Hessingstock, whether or not he’s my boss, he’s throwing his weight around and he’s destroying people’s lives.

"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.

The crowd breaks into a chorus of boos as The Livewire 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.

There are no fireworks this time, as Kerry lowers his arms and casually strolls down towards the ring with a huge grin plastered onto his face. He completely ignores the fans who are yelling and shouting at him as he strolls past. He stops at the steps, considering going into the ring, but then he chooses not to. Circling the ring instead and heading toward the time keepers table, to retrieve a microphone. He taps it to make sure that it’s on, and then slides into the ring. His music begins to fade out as he clears his throat to speak.

Kerry Windsor: You know, I’ve waited for this moment ALL night Revival nation and I’m not going to prolong it any longer, by standing here and running my damn mouth for too long. I want to get straight to business. Now earlier this week on twitter, I went on a rant of sorts, explaining my disgust at this week’s main event. Now you all know that I’m not one to hold back how I feel, and I let it be known that I didn’t agree with what they wanted to give you people as their main event. Let’s be serious here, no one in their right mind wanted to see Thaddeus Gray getting his ass kicked for the twelve millionth time to be the last thing they saw on this memorable evening. No. Nobody cares about Thaddeus Gray, and quite frankly, no one cares about Myke Adams.

The boos start up as the fans voice their disagreement with Kerry’s statement. He simply smirks and ignores them

Kerry Windsor: What YOU people care about, and what YOU people need, is the truth. Something, that your world Heavyweight Champion, Ben Hanson hasn’t been giving you. For the past month, he’s come out here, stood in the middle of this very ring, and he’s fed you any lie that he was capable of conjuring up off the top of his head because he knew you all were too stupid or too “gullible” to seek the truth on your own. For the past month, Ben Hanson has made me out to be some sort of monster, driven by jealousy and an insatiable desire to once again become the Revival World Heavyweight Champion, and with one simple action last week … I proved everything he’s said thus far, to be a lie.

Kerry pauses for a moment, a confident smile on his face now as he paces casually about the ring.

Kerry Windsor: I’m sick of hearing the lies, and now that you know you’ve been fed a bunch of crap, I would hope that you feel sort of betrayed, I mean, is he not a man that you hold in such high esteem? Is he not a man of virtue, and supposed great moral standing? The man you cheer, the man you get behind, is nothing but a monster, and tonight, the monster shall reveal his true face. Tonight, you get the truth and I hope you understand Revival, it’s not because he’s a stand up guy willing to admit his shortcomings, no … its because I’ve backed him into a corner and now he has no other option. The well of deceit has run dry, and the only thing left, is the truth. So Ben Hanson, get your ass out here … NOW.

”IT’S THE NEW STYLE!

Trinks: He’s really coming out here? I guess the champion has some answers to give the people after all, Magz.

Just like with Kerry, there are no lights or pyrotechnics as the the Revival World champion, ‘The Metal Heart’ Ben Hanson starts to make his way down to the ring. He’s changed out of his ring gear after his recent match, now clad in some boot cut jeans and a white tee; a stern look on his face as Ben climbs up onto the apron and in through the ropes, getting right up in Kerry’s face.

Kerry Windsor: So glad you could join us … champ.

Windsor smirks at his jest; Ben fails to see the funny side, his fists clenched at his side in rage.

Ben Hanson: What exactly do you hope to achieve doing this, Kerry?

Kerry Windsor: It’s not hope, I WILL get you to tell these fans the truth!

Ben Hanson: The truth? You want the TRUTH!?

Mayhem: What the!?

Hanson throws a white powder into the face of Kerry Windsor, temporarily blinding him as Ben lashes out with a superkick! It lands flush across Kerry’s jaw, sending him tumbling back against the ropes. The Livewire is stunned temporarily; long enough for Hanson to pull out some handcuffs from his back pocket and lock Kerry in place; Mister Revival finding himself stuck with his hands cuffed around the top rope and behind his back.

Mayhem: Has Ben Hanson gone crazy? He’s just handcuffed Kerry Windsor to the ropes.

Trinks: Perhaps those rumors about him liking the fancy cakes are true, Magz. Kerry might be about to find himself in a Marcellus Wallace type predicament. I ask you, does Kerry Windsor look like a bitch to you, Maggie?

Maggie doesn’t reply; she’s in stunned silence as an irate Ben Hanson exits the ring and grabs a steel chair from under the ring announcer. Poor Stan Hopeforth is left standing as Hanson slides back in under the bottom rope, steel chair in one hand and microphone in the other.

Ben Hanson: For weeks I took your physical assaults, Kerry. After what I did, I felt I deserved them. You attacked me after my match against The British Bomber and slammed me throat first down across a steel chair. You put me in the hospital, bruised my trachea … And I took that with no retaliation. I soldiered on, further injuring myself and God knows I deserved that! But you…that wasn’t enough for you, was it?

By now Kerry has come to, and as he looks up and realizes his predicament, an eerie smile finds its way onto his face. He begins to laugh, as he yells out to Benny. “LEAP!”

Ben Hanson: You weren’t content with attacking me. You went after Rian Valiant … why, because you thought he was protecting me? Because he was getting in your way!? Rian Valiant wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire, he hates me more than you do...

Hanson gets close to Kerry’s face – and gets spat on for the trouble. The champ turns away to wipe the spittle out of his eye as Windsor continues spewing invective in his direction; urging Ben to “tell the truth”. In the blink of an eye Hanson spins and slams the chair he’s holding down across Kerry’s forehead! The fans are in disbelief as Windsor slumps forward.

Ben Hanson: All you had to do was beat the crap out of me, Kerry! You didn’t have to involve that bastard, Valiant. You didn’t have to stir up the slander and the rumors that the board of directors are protecting me. You could’ve just kept attacking me and I wouldn’t have fought back … but you wanted to break me. Smacking the living shit out of me wasn’t enough for you, you had to break my spirit, my mind. Whatever possessed you to send me that sonogram…

Hanson slams the chair down across Windsor’s skull again! And again!

Ben Hanson: That was uncalled for. Worse yet, you weren’t just hurting me … you were hurting Sheree. You were hurting the woman you claim to love; doesn’t that strike you as just a little bit ironic, Kerry!?

There’s obviously no answer from the unconscious Kerry Windsor as he’s slumped forward, his hands still bound around the rope; Hanson takes a step back to survey the scene. Another chair shot to the top of the skull and some blood begins to trickle down Kerry’s face. Ben laughs sinisterly as he drops the chair then, in an instant, the accompanying smile disappears from his face as he lifts the microphone to his lips.

Ben Hanson: What I am about to tell you is, to my shame, a heinous act. It was selfish. It was atrocious. Vile, despicable. Every synonym you can think of … none of them would do it justice. I let myself down, I let Sheree down … I let down everyone who has ever cheered for me, supported me or otherwise aided my career. For one moment in time I slipped, abandoned my morals and my ethics and I dove head first into a morally black zone the likes of which I have never experienced before…

The crowd falls silent as a shaking Ben Hanson musters up the courage to speak. Alas, Windsor is stirring; a sick smirk plastered across his face; blood dripping down from the opened wound on his forehead. He seems to be enjoying himself, watching as the Metal Heart gets angrier and angrier.

Kerry Windsor: Tell the truth, you coward!

Ben Hanson: The reason this son-of-a-bitch hates me isn’t because he’s jealous of me…

Hanson glares at a smirking Kerry Windsor as the crowd gasp – the World champion lied to them!?

Kerry Windsor: Tell the people why I hate you, ‘champ’!

Ben Hanson: He doesn’t hate me because I pinned him at ‘Glory’…

More gasps and the wave of shock and disbelief ripples throughout the packed United Center as Windsor cackles; his wrists still bound around the ropes. He mouths the word coward at Ben and Hanson loses his rag.

Ben Hanson: FINE! You want me to tell these people what I did!? I fucked up; I asked Sheree Washington to make a choice, me or her unborn baby!

Mayhem: The fans do not like this one bit, Richie. The man they cheered for, their champion is…I don’t know how to describe him.

Trinks: We have dog killers and baby killers in our midst?

Indeed, boos rain down from all corners of the arena; in the ring Hanson has his sights set directly at his rival. Kerry has blood now covering most of his face as he laughs mockingly at the reception the champion is getting and shouts out at Hanson about how good it must feel to have the truth out in the open. His face contorted in rage, Hanson grips Kerry around the throat and brings their faces close to one another.

Ben Hanson: And I wanted her to choose me! I wanted her to get rid of that demon bastard spawn in her belly, I did, because this world is bad enough with one Kerry Windsor in it, I damn sure didn’t want another running around … Because you wormed your way back into her heart after everything you’d done, after all the hurt you caused. Because you couldn’t let us be happy, could you…

Even the most loyal Metal Heart fans are stunned by the confession; the only person in the arena seemingly happy right now is Kerry Windsor. A chant of “baby killer” starts somewhere up in the high seats and the ardent Windsor fans in the audience are all chanting it before long. Ben takes his eyes off Kerry long enough to briefly look down in the audience before removing his grip from Kerry’s throat and backing away.

Ben Hanson: I fucked up … I put my needs before Sheree’s and I broke the heart of the woman I loved. I did to Sheree what you did; the very same reason why I despise you with every fiber of my being. Every morning I woke up and hated what I saw when I looked in the mirror, because looking back at me was your face … And you seized the chance, you swooped in and took Sheree’s broken heart and tried to piece it back together. You tried to mend it…

The audience are still booing as Ben’s scowl grows more fierce. The chants have died down; but the weight of thousands of pairs of eyes is burdening Hanson. Visibly seething, he lifts the microphone back to his mouth.

Ben Hanson: You…

Hanson turns his head and glares at the bloodied face of Kerry Windsor.

Ben Hanson: I said before I would take your assaults and your beatings, but you crossed the line! The thing I was most ashamed of about my actions was that I hurt Sheree, that I dishonored her. When I…regrettably…asked her to keep my secret, I didn’t do it for my reputation–I wouldn’t be kneeling here in this ring if I gave a damn about my reputation!! No, at that moment I wasn’t thinking about me. At that moment in time, I was thinking about Sheree and her feelings. You see, I hurt the woman I love, I pushed her away and right back into your arms … and what did you do? In your quest for revenge, your lust for vengeance, you ended up hurting her just the same. You broke her heart all over again and that, Kerry, that I cannot abide. For that reason alone I have chosen you, Kerry Windsor, to be my opponent at ‘Any Given Sunday’!!!

A whooping cheer booms forth around the United Center as the fans show their excitement about the possibility of Ben Hanson vs. Kerry Windsor II! A rematch from the second Violence show all those months ago! In the ring the two men, Ben and Kerry glare at one another from across the ring as ‘Black Sabotage’ by DJ Moule starts playing.

Trinks: Ben Hanson appears to have some sort of death wish, Magz. Who in their right mind wants to face Kerry Windsor?

Mayhem: I’m in shock, Richie! The revelation, the challenge … But folks, that’s all we have time for tonight. Until next, I’m Maggie Mayhem alongside Richie Trinks, goodnight!!

A small REVIVAL fist logo appears in the bottom corner of the screen, as the camera focuses on the intense looks between a bloody Kerry Windsor and a very defiant champion, Ben Hanson. The shot fades to the HBO logo before cutting to black.