VIOLENCE XXI RESULTS Nov. 8th 2012

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

-=Revival’s Dark Match=-
Dakota Smith vs. Alexandra Rose[/i]

Both rookies put on a great show of speed and agility. The match at the start became very one sided in the beginning with Dakota Smith having most of the upper hand against the 120 pound female, Alexandra Rose. He found it effortless to whip her around the ring and make a mockery of the young girl. He drills her to the mat with a DDT! His cocky arrogant attitude shines through long enough to give Alexandra a counter in momentum as she stirs to life, changing the whole match chemistry! Alexandra catches an unsuspecting Dakota Smith with what she calls the “Rose Buster”..middled rope sitout facebuster. Dakota is down for the count and your winner: Alexandra Rose

As Revival cameras come to life outside of the United center in Chicago, a dark Jaguar pulls up to a stop. The camera gets close enough to try and see in before it backs up and waits for the door to be opened. A man in a pinstripe suit comes around from the drivers side and he opens the door. A black pair of heels steps out of the car and her blonde hair catches the parking lot lights. An attractive pair of blue eyes stare at the Chicago night around her. She tugs on the two piece skirted business suit to smooth and straighten it rather professionally. She pauses her stare around the lot and looks back to the car door’s opening. After her, from the car, emerges The Bob Pooler.

The crowd gives a pop for Bob Pooler.

Trinks: It’s Bobbeh! About time we have some real order! And that who is that Foxxy Momma Maggie?? Is that Mrs. Pooler?

Mayhem: I do not know Richie. Whoever she is, she looks damn important. And she has Bob Pooler with her.

Pooler and the woman begin to enter the building together with him following behind her at times and other times by her side. The two are talking as they enter and then the camera cuts to the announce table. Richie Trinks is leaning close over the monitor.

Trinks: She is super fine like a ticket on tha dash..WHOA and here we are LIVE. Welcome to Revival mamajammas! Where I am “I bring tha ladies to the Brinks” Richie Trinks, and my companion, Magpie Mayhem.

Mayhem: Excuse his drooling. He is not housetrained. [She shoves him back a little from invading her space.] Welcome to Revival’s Violence. This is the 21st show and what a show it will be tonight. The Primetime Title is on the line.. we have a lo-

Trinks: Rookies! Don’t forget ALL of the rookies that will be debuting tonight! Fresh faces in Revival.

Mayhem: Yes, we have a lot of matches with some new rookies to Revival. And if you look up Richie, we have a steel cage hanging high up above the ring. The main event tonight is the Deviant and the Viper in the steel jungle.

The camera’s cut to the steel cage looming above the Revival ring.

Trinks: I hope that Aaron blaize finally shuts up that damn tart LaRoux! Superman’s coat tail rider!

Mayhem: We have a Triple Threat Match..and a highly anticipated Tag-Team bout up later tonight too.

Trinks: And my girlfriend Alyx St. Croix will be facing my man Trey Jordan. I have faith he will lay down for her and let her win! Because if he doesn’t I will have to come to her rescue.

Mayhem: Yeah... Sure. i will make sure he knows you want to take her place Richie..And I am hearing that familiar ear chime, Revival is kicking off..

“Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion blares out around the arena. Joe Johnson strolls out with another man. This man is balding at the top but has a black ponytail. Clean shaven and a chubby man too. Dressed in a black suit the man is looking rather smart and official. Joe Johnson isn't his usual smug and happy self as he strolls down to the ring. The man following closely at Joe's side. Now at the ring Joe jumps up onto the apron as the man following goes up the steps. Joe holds the rope down so the man can enter the ring. As he does Joe follows him in after grabbing two microphones. Passing one of the microphones Joe brings the other one up to his mouth.

Joe Johnson: Cut the damn music! This here with me is John Carter. He's helping me come to terms with things.

John Carter: For starters, remember what I told you Joe, keep calm. As Joe said I am John Carter and I'm a Therapist helping Joe with his anger. What you witnessed last week between Kerry Windsor and Joe was part of a first step for Joe. On that stupid thing they call Twitter, Joe let his anger get the best of him. Not only disrespecting Kerry but Sheree Washington and their unborn baby too.

The crowd boo at the mention of Johnson disrespecting an unborn child as Joe just stands there fighting to stay calm.

Joe Johnson: “What Kerry did was understandable and I won't be looking to get revenge on him. One person I am looking forward to getting revenge on though is Finale. If that punk thinks just cause he beat me it's over he's mistaken.”

Having to stop Joe lowers the microphone as you can see him let out a sigh, trying to keep his anger in.

John Carter: “What Joe is trying to say is that from next week his anger will be channelled properly. That he won't let what don't involve him bother him. Also I want to say what is it with Revival and their backstage politics? They're always pushing the same old people, where is Joe's push? Is it because your scared of how unpredictable he is? Should I say was, I'm going to change Joe, mould him into someone who can be the face of this company. If by then you haven't given him a push, I'll be forced to make it happen.”

Joe Johnson: “Yes that's right, I'm changing for the better. Not for Revival or its fans but for my future wife and her daughter. Should I say my future wife's daughter and my daughter. I took the week off to be with them. If anyone doesn't like that then how about next week you and I meet in this ring. As for tonight I come to let not only Revival and you fans know I mean business but Finale to.”

With that “Don't Drag Me Down” by Social Distortion blares out around the arena. Joe and John drop the microphones in the ring. Joe holds the ropes once again for John as he climbs out heading down the steps. Joe drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. They now both head up the ramp to surprisingly a mixed reaction.

Trinks: Joe johnson with a Dr. Drew’s life changer Moment there! ..But I understand that Jessica King is backstage with an exclusive interview with the returning Viper himself, Aaron Blaize.

Mayhem: I can only imagine what he has to say given his return last Sunday at Any Given Sunday. Jessica... let's take it away to you.

The Rev-o-tron shows Jessica King backstage, a smile on her face as she greets the Revival Nation.

Jessica King: Greetings Revival Nation. Joining me now, the returning Viper, Aaron Blaize.

The crowd boos as Aaron Blaize steps into the shot. His larger, tattooed arms are crossed over his chest, and he glares over, narrow eyed, at Jessica King. He's dressed to compete, decked out in his new REVOLUTION tribal tee. His jet black hair glistens in the lighting, due to the copius amounts of hair gel slicking it back to his skull, and his dulled silver lip ring sparkles faintly in the light as well. He looks King up and down as she goes on.

Jessica King: Aaron, last week at Any Given Sunday, you returned, aiding in the crowning of a new Legacy Champion in Trey Jordan. But, after the match, you also attacked both the British Bomber and, later on... Myke Adams.

The crowd cheers instantly at the mere mention of Adams' name, but Blaize only glares on, unblinking at Jessica as she continues.

Jessica King: My question to you, Aaron; what do you think that Myke Adams will-

Aaron reaches over, seizing the microphone from King as she cowers back, Blaize's demonic blue eyes seen widening in rage now as he raises his "weapon" to his lips.

Aaron Blaize: See, there you go. Is it not enough that he's force-fed to each and every one of you in the Revival Nation week after week... but now, oh... NOW, it's all about that damn cripple, isn't it? Guess what JESSICA, it's NOT all about Myke Adams and what he's going to do. Now... it's about AARON BLAIZE, and the fact that HE will take back what is rightfully his... his SPOT!

The crowd jeers as Blaize gets closer to Jessica King, nearly backing her into a wall. His eyes narrow once more, the venom heard prevalent in his voice.

Aaron Blaize: To answer your open-ended question, King... he's going to do NOTHING. He's going to watch from home as I take out his love-toy, Sydney LaRoux, and make an example out of yet another fallacy here in Revival. Myke Adams was a means to an end, a statement, if you will. You see, Pollitically Incorrect is the PERFECT platform in which to launch my Revolution. Tonight... we take what is ours... and TONIGHT, statements will be made, loud and clear. Tonight... Sydney LaRoux gets to back up her pretty little words she spewed behind the safety of her camera. Tonight, Sydney LaRoux's BRAVADO gets tested. You see, King.... the thing that Sydney LaRoux does not realize is that despite her best efforts, deep down, she DOES fear me. You want to know why? It's quite simple, really.

Blaize sneers as he looks at King one last time before then turning, walking down the hallway corridors winding through the back of the arena. The cameraman does his best to keep up, Blaize still maintaining eye contact with the camera as he walks and speaks, the crowd still heard booing.

Aaron Blaize: She knows what I am capable of, and she knows that the biggest threat to her love life lives and breathes within this very body. I've taken her out before, and I'll do it again tonight. It began with Myke Adams, and tonight, the halves will be made whole. The Deviant will fall to the viper, and her false claims to become a Viperslayer will be only that, false claims.

Blaize pushes through a curtain, and we swtich to the arena camera, the crowd heard booing yet again as Aaron Blaize appears on the stage, a spotlight seen shining down on him, the rest of the arena lights seen dimming. Blaize takes a moment to survey the crowd, chanting that he sucks. He sneers a bit for a moment before continuing on.

Aaron Blaize: I... am the BEST this company has to offer, and for anyone to come out here and say otherwise is complete and total bullshit. I have taken your heroes and made them bleed. I have crippled superman, and your CURRENT World Champion hasn't even bested me yet. How do they reward me for such accomplishments? Wait... they DON'T. Instead, I get to suck on the left-overs, choke on the fact that they push Kerry Windsor versus Ben Hanson... BEN HANSON... over ME!!! Well guess what!? NO MORE!!! If they want to BE the best, then they can take ON the best. They can take on AARON BLAIZE!!! But that... that's the future. Tonight... oh, tonight... an example will be made. Yo usee that, Revival Nation?

Blaize points in the air to the steel cage that hovers ominously over the ring, a spotlight seen shining on it for added effect. The crowd still boos as Blaize continues on.

Aaron Blaize: That steel cage will be a harsh reality, and a brutal wake-up call for one Sydney LaRoux. For once in her life, she will be silenced, and the Deviant will be at a loss for words. The steel cage is quite fitting, after all. We're two of the same, HELL, LaRoux, you've even admitted that openly. You want to get to know me? So be it. I'll make you wish you would have just minded your own business instead of fighting Mykeal's battles for him.

Blaize sneers as the crowd is now ravenous with jeers.

Aaron Blaize: You've already stuck your nose in where it doesn't belong before. You want hunger? You want a FIRE, Sydney? So be it. With all my body... with all my rage and ANGER... you will get it. The world will burn, and YOUR world will crumble. Tonight... marks the last time Sydney Laroux will EVER stick her stuck-up little, inked up nose where it does NOT belong. Tonight... another one of Revival's so-called HEROES... will fall.

Blaize drops the microphone on the stage, a loud static sound hitting, cutting off the feed to the microphone. The crowd jeers as Blaize looks around, his eyes seen narrowing once more. Finally, he looks ot the sky and holds up a fist into the air as "Last of the Real" hits, signaling the end of Blaize's tirade. Blaize lowers his fist and backs up slightly, still glaring into the crowd, and looking up at the steel cage above the ring.

Trinks: Wow, to say he's fired up is an understatement, Mags.

Mayhem: You're right, Trinks. Strong words here tonight from The Viper. Will he roll through Sydney LaRoux tonight, or will Sydney, in fact become... the Viperslayer? Our main event for the night is still to come!

Aaron Blaize, now looking sickened by the crowd turns his back on them all and vanishes backstage, his music cutting off.

Trinks: She will Fail! Just like Myke before her! The viper has this match in the bag. Time for Holli and Jess, Magpie! Stanny boy, she’s yours. Let’s get into all that T & A.

Stan Hopeforth: On her way to the ring standing at 5 feet and 2 inches, weighing in at 130lbs she is the self proclaimed “Queen of the World” JEEEESSSSSIIIICCCCCAAAA HAAARRRMMMOOONNNYYY!!!!!”

Pink and silver lights come on as Sinead 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 opponent.

Stan Hopeforth: Her opponent making her way to the ring standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, weighing in at 124lbs she is the pink haired beauty HOOOLLLLIII WOOOUUULLLDDD!!!!!

The ref is ready to get this match under way as he signals for the bell to be rung. As the bell rings both Jessica and Holli charge at each other. As they lock up they both battle for the upper hand. Jessica managing to get Holli in a headlock in the centre of the ring. Holli pushes Jessica as she bounces of the ropes ducking a clothesline attempt from Holli whose quick to turn around but unfortunately dropped by a flying forearm from Jessica.

Showing off her amazing ability Jessica kips up back onto her feet. She doesn't hang around as she climbs upon Holli throwing lefts and rights. Holli manages to block most of them but is caught by one or two. The ref breaks it up now as Jessica attempts to lock in the figure four leglock or as she likes to call it Vicious Rebel. It as if Holli was playing possum cause as Jessica is in the middle of trying to apply it Holli uses her foot to push Jessica away. As she does she sends Jessica's flying shoulder first into the ring post.

Mayhem: Jessica trying to end this match quickly resulting in her making a rookie mistake. Holli isn't one to go down without a fight but Jessica must be hurting right now.

Trinks: That's okay I'm sure I can make Jessica feel better with a massage and some of the Trinks magic.

Mayhem: There's no magic coming from your wand Richie.

Rolling around the ring holding her shoulder Jessica is clearly in pain. Holli gets up to her feet, slightly smiling as she sees she has the upper hand now. She runs towards the ropes springboarding off them as she hits a senton on Jessica. Holli is quick to cover Jessica for the pin...

ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!

Trinks: I do love me some girl on girl action especially when they're so violent like these two.

Mayhem: Just shut it Trinks! Holli with a close call there.

Getting back to her feet Holli helps Jessica to hers, Holli applies an armlock wrenching the bad shoulder of Jessica that went into the ring post. The pain is obvious from Jessica letting out a slight scream. Holli is like a shark smelling blood, she's sensed the shoulder is a weak point and continues to attack it. Now she is hitting the arm of Jessica's while it's still in the armlock. Jessica is clearly in pain but she fights through is as she uses what strength is left to throw a punch with the free arm as her fist connects sweetly on Holli's chin.

Falling to the mat Holli holds her chin, Jessica takes sometime to shake the arm as she rubs the hurt shoulder. Now turning to still see Holli on the mat Jessica runs towards her and hits a running moonsault connecting nicely.

Mayhem: Jessica still showing she's still in it Trinks.

Trinks: I damn wish I could see her out of it, I bet she has a beautiful body. Do you think if I told her she had a beautiful body she would hold it against me?

Mayhem: You really are a cheese ball Richie.

Jessica now has the upper hand as she heads over to Holli, Jessica helps Holli to her feet as she does she is raked to the face by Holli who follows it up with a snapmare driver, driving Jessica's head into the mat. Holli senses her chance now as she jumps up onto the turnbuckle. Holli attempts her shooting starpress knee drop to the chest or as she likes to call it Untamed Youth.

Jessica rolls out of the way in time as Holli crashes to the mat knees first as she starts to roll around the ring. Jessica has had enough as she walks over to Holli picking her up and going for the Glam Slam or as she calls it the Rebel Yell. Jessica connects as she rolls Holli over and goes for the pin...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentleman , the winner of this match by pinfall...JESSICA HARMONY!!!

Revival is taken to the back by a camera crew where a door is cracked open. It appears to be Sydney LaRoux and Myke Adams talking.

Adams: Don’t look so nervous.

LaRoux: It isn’t you in the cage tonight.

Adams:Yeah but even so, you will be fine.

LaRoux:How do you know?

Adams smiles wickedly and moves his forehead to Sydney’s forehead.

Adams:Because I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you again. I promise.

LaRoux looks a little unsure of putting all of her faith tonight in Myke Adams. She nods and steals a kiss from his lips.

LaRoux: Then I guess I just have to tr-

Adams:Yes, Trust me. Trust in us. I have your back.

He moves towards the door and the cameras cut off suddenly.

Mayhem: Myke sounds very sure that Sydney will be victorious here tonight.

Trinks: I think something stinks here tonight. I wouln’t put it passed that duo to cheat somehow Magz.

Mayhem: Cheat? Really...They wouldn’t go so low as to cheat. Mr. and Mrs. Revival don’t need to stoop that low like P.I do. But let’s just keep rolling on shall we? Stan, the next match!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York …. Weighing in at 245lbs… FINALLLLLEEEE!!

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. 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. The figure turns around and spotlights come down revealing Super Shredder himself, Finale. He walks to the ring and grabs the camera man. He shakes the camera lens violently then shoves it and the operator backwards with a laugh. He rolls in under the bottom rope as the audience cheers wildly. 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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his partner, from Flint, Michigan … Weighing in at 235lbs … JIMMMMMYY PAGGGGGGEEEEEEE!!!

The lights are turned off, causing the arena to go completely dark. The fans scream and some of them cheer with other bits of chatter amongst them. A soft sound plays through the P.A. system, a bit of an eerie tune plays. It plays for about twenty seconds, then a riff kicks in and the song begins to play a powerful tune. The song calms down again, the singer begins speaking in a soft voice. The song kicks in again hard, the lights begin to flash white, like cameras flashing. Jimmy Page walks out slowly, looking out at the crowd with this nonchalant gaze and off balance demeanor. He comes out wearing a black fleece jacket opened, the right side of the jacket slumping off his shoulder. He wears a pair of black and white short wrestling trunks, with matching black wrestling boots, knee pads, wrist tape, and one elbow pad. Jimmy is chewing vigorously on a piece of gum as he walks down towards the ring slowly, his gaze fixated on the ring. He walks to the front of the ring, and stands on the apron, looking throughout the crowd. Jimmy enters the ring quickly, walks towards the turnbuckle and stands on top of it as a spotlight hits him. He turns his head to the left and spits his gum out onto the floor on the outside and takes his jacket off throwing it outside carelessly. Jimmy turns around and slumps down inside of his corner, placing his right hand on his cheek almost as if he's bored, waiting for the match to start.

Stan Hopeforth: And their opponents, introducing first from Queens, New York … Weighing in at 225lbs … ANNNNNSSSSON LARRRRUUUUUUEEEE!!!

The lights get dim and smoke fills the entrance area. A shot of Rickers Island comes on over the Rev-o-Tron. “My Moment” blares over the PA system. As the chorus plays, Anson stands at the entrance with his hood up moving to the beat. Once 2 Chains verse pops, Anson makes his way down the entrance to the ring. Once in the ring Anson goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second and raises his arms a la Randy Orton. The chorus plays as Anson steps down and stares at the entry way awaiting his partner.

Stan Hopeforth: And his partner, from Tampa, Florida … Weighing in at 219lbs … SAMUEL VALLLENNNTINNNNEEE!!!

Black and red lights shine over the stage as “Wings of a Butterfly” by HIM blares over the loud speakers. Samuel walks out on stage and looks over the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he takes off his shirt and throws it out in the crowd. He quickly gets in the ring and looks over to Larue, his partner for the evening. The four men in the ring all exchange looks as they then make their way to their respective corners.

The bell sounds to start the match as Anson Larue and Samuel Valentine are discussing which of them is going to start the match, Page and Finale both charge across the ring, taking the fight to their opponents. Page on Valentine, Finale on Larue, throwing fists and kicks until Page clotheslines Valentine over the top rope. The referee takes this as an indication that Finale and Anson will be the legal men to start this match as he ushers Jimmy out of the ring … which takes some doing.

Trinks: Three debuts in one match, Magz, who knows what’s going to happen here.

Mayhem: And of course Samuel Valentine was unlucky in his debut at ‘Any Given Sunday’, losing out on a chance to become the number one contender to the Primetime title. Of course, Victor Bravis will hope to cash in on that chance later tonight.

Finale has managed to back Larue into a neutral corner, stomping at his midsection before laying into him with an uppercut. An Irish whip follows, sending Larue from pillar to post as he runs across the ring. Finale charges in after him, going for a clothesline–but Anson gets his boots up! He drives them straight into the face of Finale, sending his opponent down to the mat as Valentine thrusts out his hand on the apron. Larue makes the tag out, but not before stomping at the fallen Finale. Valentine enters the ring and immediately drives an elbow down across his opponent’s chest. A quick cover gets him only a one count before Finale gets the shoulder up.

Valentine lifts his opponent and delivers a thunderous kick across the spine before dropping down with a rear chinlock. The referee does his duty, checking for a submission, but Finale doesn’t give in. After his victory over the hated Joe Johnson at the pay-per-view, the fans are firmly behind Finale at the moment, cheering him as he tries to battle back to his feet. He reaches a kneeling position and fires off a couple of elbows to the midsection. He backs himself against the ropes, Valentine still clutching with the headlock as Jimmy Page makes the blind tag in. Finale pushes Sam away and against the opposite ropes before dropping face down across the mat. Page enters the ring as Valentine bounces off the ropes, leaps over Finale–right into an atomic drop! Clutching at his crotch, Valentine hops back, straight into the waiting arms of Finale, who executes a back suplex! On the apron Larue starts protesting as the referee ushers Finale from the ring and Page drops down to make the cover.

One…

Two…

Mayhem: Sam Valentine kicks out in the nick of time.

Page drags his opponent up to his feet and pushes him back into the corner. A few stomps for good measure and Jimmy makes the tag out to Finale, who promptly enters the ring. The two of them double team Sam Valentine, stomping a mudhole in him as Anson Larue enters the ring–only to be blocked by the referee. This allows his opponents another chance to continue ganging up; Finale drops Valentine with a backbreaker, holding him in position as Page climbs to the middle turnbuckle, leaping off with a leg drop. As the referee gets Anson Larue out of the ring, he turns around to spy Finale hooking the leg of Valentine.

One…

Two…

NO!

Trinks: Anson Larue may have been trying to help, but I think he did more harm than good just then.

Mayhem: Finale and Page are working together surprisingly well tonight, but they certainly took advantage of that opportunity.

Finale makes the tag out to Jimmy Page before holding Valentine in an octopus hold, exposing the midsection, which Page kicks stiffly. Tne referee ushers Finale out of the ring as Page drags his opponent back to his feet and promptly body slams him back to the mat. A swift knee drop down across the forehead by Jimmy Page before he runs against the ropes, coming back with a jumping leg drop–NO!

Trinks: Oh ho, Valentine rolled out of the way!

He rolls towards the ropes, using them to pick himself up as Page stands up in the middle of the ring. He charges at Sam, but the attack is ducked! Page turns around–Pele kick connects! Page drops to his knees before falling forward, face first down to the mat and Valentine crawls towards the ropes. The fans are cheering him on now as he nears Anson Larue–HOT TAG!

Larue enters the ring as Page picks himself up, only to get knocked right back down with a Polish hammer type move! Finale enters the ring, but he gets a lariat for his trouble! Page is back up; Larue doubles him over with a boot to the gut and DDTs him, pancake style, dropping him face first to the canvas. Anson clambers back to his feet as Finale is standing once more, precariously close to the ropes though as Larue clotheslines him straight over the top!

Mayhem: Anson Larue is on fire!

Jimmy uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Anson Larue grabs him from behind with a rear waistlock–but Page draws the referee’s attention away from the low blow he delivers to Larue, causing Anson to release the waist lock. He staggers back as Page grabs him under the arm–EXPLODER SUPLEX! Out of nowhere, but Page goes to make the tag instead of the cover, dragging himself to his corner where Finale has just regained his senses. They exchange tags as Finale enters the ring; Larue is just getting back to his feet, using the ropes to get back up as Sam Valentine makes the blind tag in. He hops over the top rope and charges at Finale, catching him with a clothesline! Finale gets right back up as Valentine charges in again–this time Finale ducks the clothesline and Valentine carries on against the ropes, bouncing off them. He’s hurtling across the ring as Finale side steps and pushes Valentine into the direction of Anson Larue, knocking his tag partner off the apron! Dazed by the collision, Valentine staggers back into a toe kick as Finale scoops him up–STRIPPER’S REAL NAME!! The vertebreaker driving Valentine head and shoulders first into the mat as Finale stops himself from going for the cover…

Trinks: Make the pin, you fool!

Mayhem: He’s tagging in Page…

Indeed, a confused Jimmy Page enters the ring as the now legal man as Finale offers him a downed opponent. Page hooks a leg.

One…

Larue reaches the apron as he tries to get back into the ring.

Two…

Anson dives to make the save…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match…FINALE and JIMMY PAGE!!!

Mayhem: Anson Larue a second too late to make the save as the team of Finale and Jimmy Page pick up the win here tonight.

Trinks: The look in Larue’s eyes, he’s not best pleased with Sammy boy right now. I’m not surprised, I’d be pissed if someone cost me a match too.

The Intro to Alice Cooper’s “Poison” starts to play over the P.A and out comes the leggy blonde with Bob Pooler at her side as the tag-team players leave up the ramp. She comes down passing them with a soft smirk as she reaches the ring steps. She takes them one at a time while Bob Pooler climbs up and slides into the ring.

Mayhem: Here comes Bob Pooler and his mystery lady..Whoever could she be, Richie?

Trinks: I don’t know but isn’t she a beauty. I have a feeling we are about to learn though Maggie.

The woman slips through the spread ropes and Pooler smiles before asking for two mics. He leans over the ropes as the woman looks out over the crowd. He offers her one and turns his back to her for a moment.

Pooler: Revival Nation! how the heck are ya?

The crowd roars.

Pooler: Great. Great. Now, I am here to set a few things straight with Revival and to do that, I needed this woman. Hessinstock killing a dog went far too far and for that I apologize. Revival has gone straight to hell. But I assure you, I personally aim to fix it. Now, you might be asking me just who this is..so I will tell you.

He pauses and slyly smiles back at her with a wink as he wets his lips. Pooler being such a flirt.

Pooler: She will be the new Revival-

Woman: General Manager, Mercedes Monroe!

Mayhem: HOLY COW! Shes the new GM!

Trinks: YES!!! She isn’t missus Pooler!

Bob is cut off by her and he laughs softly as he leans back against the ropes letting her talk. She stands before him and grins.

Monroe: Thank you Bob Pooler for that riveting introduction.

She turns to the fans in attendance.

Monroe: Revival Nation, as you know, Samuel Hessingstock has done nothing but tear Revival apart brick by brick and Rian Valiant has let him. That is why the board members have decided to put someone in charge of Revival that can hold down the order here. And as my first act as the new GM, I want to make a few changes..ones to benefit REVIVAL!

From the ramp another voice is heard with a mic. It is Rian Valiant coming down the entryway towards the ring. He climbs into it and Pooler leans off the ropes.

Valiant: Whoa..there sweetheart. I was not told of this change. I AM the GM of Revival in case you didn’t know. Just because you stroll in with Pooler doesn’t mean you are the new face of Revival. This is my company, I built it!

Monroe: Rian, that maybe be so but the board feels tha-

Valiant: Do you even know anything about wrestling? I bet you don’t. You are just another leggy broad from the back.

Trinks:You don’t want to go there Val-Pal. I got a feeling she is s tiger!

Monroe glares at Valiant as he gets in her pretty face. She looks towards Pooler who moves between the two of them.

Pooler: Back up sparky. Because if you don’t, I will have to hurt you there buddy.

While the men are distracted, Monroe takes off her heels and she runs from one side of the ring towards Valiant in time for Bob to slide of out the way and the woman takes Valiant by surprise with a hard clotheline! He goes down but pops back up completely enraged by being duped by a woman.

Valiant gets up into Poolers face as he keeps him from Monroe and mouths “she cant do this”. Valiant shoves Pooler who shoves Valiant away rather hard. Rian advances and Pooler drops Valiant to the mat with a vintage style cutter and Valiant flops on the mat like a fish out of water. Pooler and Monroe stand there laughing as she collects her heels and puts them on one by one. She crouches beside the fallen Valiant and she says into her mic.

Monroe: I know more than you do about it, Rian Valiant. By the way...YOU ARE FIRED! Get this worm out of my ring.

Security comes down in blues and begins to pull Valiant from the ring as bob holds the ropes and the new GM walks up the ramp again.

Trinks: What a woman! She just took down Rian Valiant!

Mayhem: She apparently means business! Revival may just start to pick up here as we go right into the Triple Threat!

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

Triple Threat Match Summary:

The British Bomber and Anthony Levi both entered the ring only to await John Raide. After playing his music twice, it was clear to see that the triple threat, was only couldn to be a one on one. They enter the ring with their usual as soon as the bell rang the audience witnessed a festival of spots between the two that made them look on in amazement. Bomber putting on a combination of a camel clutch/boston crab on Levi. Later on in the match Levi hits a twisting body press on Bomber. Back and forth the momentum goes having Bomber in reverse DDT choke does Levi when John Raide FINALLY comes in and hits a senton on Levi. Raide and Levi trying to hit each other’s finishers only to be ambushed by Bomber after hitting “THE BOMB” onto both men and pinning Levi afterwards in a truly phenomenal finish. E.M.T’s are called out by the ref on an unmoving John Raide.

Bomber lays on the mat as the match finishes. The sound of Otep’s “T.R.I.C” begins to play over the PA. and Holli Would comes out again towards the ring to see her boyfriend, The British Bomber.

Mayhem: What is going on here?

Trinks: She might be giving him a congratulation kiss!

Holli asks for a mic as Bomber seems to help himself to sitting up halfway. She looks at Bomber and smiles softly.

Would: Hey Ollie. That was a great win.. I mean..seriously. Outstanding..B...B..But I have something I want to tell you.

“WHAT!” The crowd chants as Bomber looks confused.

Would:The last few months your life has been seriously ruined and I.. I wanted to tell you that..

“WHAT”

Would: I need Bob Pooler to come down here.

Trinks: Pooler? Why Maggie?

Mayhem: I have no idea.

Would: Because if he doesn’t..I will be forced to tell him everything..

She waits for Pooler who doesn’t come out despite his music being played. Stan just shakes his head at Holli as he presses to his ear. He tells her he isnt coming.

Would: You said that you would make me a star Bob Pooler.

She paces the ring dementedly. Bomber gets up to try and console her but she pushes him away.

Would: You promised me that all of this would be worth it, Bobby. I even *BEEP**BLEEEP**BLEEPPPP* inside of your car!

The crowd roars as she exposes her and Bob Pooler’s recent intimate relationship!

Trinks: OH DEAR GOD! I need to cover my ears..

Bomber looks to be in shock as she rattles this off.

Would: And I have did all those horrible things to you, Ollie, because I was doing what your FRIEND, Bob Pooler, wanted me to with the promise of making me a star. I’m sorry Oliver.

The British Bomber just slides out of the ring and shakes his head as he marches towards the back. Holli Would drops the mic and she moves after him down the ramp as things cut to the announce table.

Mayhem: Ms. Would and Pooler have been in kahoots..not to mention, having a relationship on the side. I can’t imagine how much betrayal Bomber feels from his gf and his friend..They have made his life hell the last few months all along! He got evicted! His car set on fire! Disgusting Richie.

Trinks: I can’t imagine how loose Holli is with the two of them pounding away. [He motions with two fingers trying to get into one hole made by his other hand]

Mayhem: RICHARD! GROSS! Have some class, man.

Trinks: Oh. Then yes. Just disgusting..down right dirty girl she is.

Mayhem: Ugh. Nevermind. Up next is the Primetime Title!

With no musical announcement, things at ringside get interrupted by the sudden arrival of Victor Bravis, dressed to compete, as he swaggers out onto the stage, all smiles and grins. He pauses on the ramp, beckoning for the "cheers" he is receiving (note: he isn't), and then "ghost-belting" around his waist in the traditional sign of 'I want the belt.' He rolls into the ring and bounces to his feet, raising his hands high as he flashes the V-for-Victory sign, then snags the microphone from Stan Hopeforth as he turns back to the crowd.

Victor Bravis: Hellooo, Revival Nation! Stand up and show me your respect!

Mayhem: They do not like him out here, Richie.

The crowd, naturally, only boos louder. Bravis twitches, and glares out at them.

Victor Bravis: Listen, you ignorant wastes of skin, you're looking at the man who you all bought tickets to see, so shut up and worship me.

More booing. One fan in the front row hollers out: “We bought tickets to see you lose!" Bravis glares at him.

Trinks:You close your mouth when you talk to Bravis!

Victor Bravis: Really? You bought tickets to see me lose? Well, if you hurry, jackass, you might just be able to get a refund, although don't be surprised if they reject it, because, after all, the card is subject to change.

He turns his back on that particular fan as he paces around the ring, glowering as the jeering only continues. Bravis stops by Hopeforth again.

Victor Bravis: You. Mike Stand, tell these people to stop booing me.

Mayhem: He can’t tell Stan to make people stop booing him. Are you serious?!

Stan Hopeforth spreads his hands, silently asking him 'What do you expect ME to do?' but Bravis thrusts the microphone in his face. With a sigh, the Voice of Revival speaks.

Stan Hopeforth: "Ladies and gentlemen, Victor Bravis--"

Victor Bravis: "'The Man of Tomorrow' Victor Bravis! Get it right!"

Stan Hopeforth: --'The Man of Tomorrow' Victor Bravis asks that you please stop booing him.

If anything, however, this announcement only makes the booing even louder. Bravis yells at Hopeforth off-mic, who shrugs and spreads his hands again. Furious, the 'Man of Tomorrow' stomps around the ring, hands over his ears as a loud 'BRA-VIS SUCKS!' chant starts up.

Victor Bravis: NOOO! I DO NOT SUCK!

He seethes, then visibly works to calm himself down. He then raises a finger to his lips, gesturing for quiet, and reluctantly, he gets what he wants.

Victor Bravis: Some people in this company-- not gonna name names, they know who they are-- have intimated that I'm starting at the 'bottom' by going after the Primetime Championship. But see, that's not so. Any championship is important. And the fact is, if I'm challenging for it, then it is THE most important championship in the company. More important than the Legacy Title, and more important than the World Title--

This gets another clamor of discontent and disagreement from the crowd, whom Bravis immediately rounds on.

Victor Bravis: That's right, I said it. When I'm Primetime Champion-- not if, but when[/b]-- it will automatically become the most important championship in history, simply by virtue of the fact that I'll be the one holding it. Because I'm so awesome, I grant the title even more legitimacy by being its holder. So each and every one of you slack-brained pus-bags can just fucking DEAL WITH IT.

He smirks as the boos rain down now, and sees Hopeforth waiting in the corner.

Victor Bravis: And now it's apparently time for my match, so I guess we should bring out the competitors...

When Hopeforth reaches for the mic, Bravis pulls it away, and pushes him back.

Victor Bravis: "Actually, you know what, chumley? I'll handle my own introduction, thank you very much."

Trinks: Atta Boy! Taking charge! I think I like this guy Magpie.

Stan Hopeforth throws up his hands and backs off, as Bravis clears his throat and stands in the center of the ring.

Victor Bravis: "Ladies and estro-gents, the following contest-- scheduled for one fall-- is a three-way dance for the Revival PRIMETIME Championship! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at a slim, trim, tough-as-teak 240 pounds, he is the man they call 'Mister Next Gen,' the 'Face of the Future,' and 'The MAN OF TOMORROW'--"

He pauses, dramatically, and the crowd fills the air with a fresh wave of boos. Bravis waits it out, while drawing a deep breath to finish out with a booming:

Victor Bravis: "He is YOUR FUTURE PRIMETIME CHAMPION-- VIIIIICTOOOOOORRRRRR BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAVIIIIIISSSSSS!"

He then tosses the mic on the mat and runs back up the ramp, to everyone's surprise-- until the lights dim as the brass music of the classic Superman cinematic theme plays...

"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--!!"

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" plays, just as Victor Bravis swaggers out onto the stage. He strikes a pose, arms raised high and flashing a V-for-Victory, then saunters down to the ring, trash-talking a few fans en route and laughing off their attempts to swing at him. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle, posing once again with his cocky, confident grin, and jumps down into the ring, posing down on one knee in the center as the crowd jeers and boos, which are even louder than usual.

Primetime Title Match Summary:

Wolfcastle comes out to his music and hold sup the belt as he does so. The next to come out is “The Drake” who is taken out by Aimes again for the second time. He is left on the stage writhing in pain. The referee decides on the bell despite the lack of Drake in the matchup.

Bravis goes right after Wolfcastle, tearing into him with chops. Bravis whips Wolfcastle into the corner and charges in with a forearm and connects with a leaping enziguiri. Wolfcastle gets his boot up on a charge, but comes off the second rope right into an inverted atomic drop from Bravis, who follows up with a running boot and a senton for a two count. Wolfcastle finally gets some offense by connecting with a flying knee, but Bravis kicks out before even a 1 count. Wolfcastle takes Bravis's head off with a hard clothesline and covers for a 2, then we hit a submission hold. Bravis escapes and they go toe to toe in the middle of the ring, Bravis gets the BCFU Clutch, Wolfcastle escapes and slides out to look under the ring apron and reaches for something, but Bravis grabs him before he can get ahold of it and rams him into the ringpost. Wolfcastle goes down, but this time he manages to get ahold of a wrench and he sneaks it back into the ring as Bravis argues with the referee. Victor finally rolls back inside and goes after Wolfcastle, who smashes him in the head with the wrench right in front of the referee, who immediately calls for the bell.

Stand Hopeforth: WINNER BY DQ and NEW PRIMTIME CHAMPION! Victor Bravis!!

Backstage, the camera surprisingly catches Jayden Powers back here tonight. He is fully back on his feet, craving a fight of his own while his new soul mate, Hope Rosabel accompanied him walking down the hallways. After a moment of talking in Spanish among each other. However, compared to Hope, Jayden’s Spanish sounded funny where she had to correct him a few times. Together, they were known as Cirque Du Dead.

Jayden Powers: I am back where I belong...

Hope turns to Jayden for a moment, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Hope Rosabel: It’s been so long, mi amor. It has really changed since Knight had his men ambushed you and nearly took your life. Do you think you’re ready?

Jayden Powers: Babe, I know I am ready. Revival can never break me as it is my second home. However, you are right that it has changed a lot big time, especially when Ben Hanson had showed his true sadistic colors to everyone in the world of Revival. It’s funny how I used to look up to the guy as a a hero until recently, especially after what I have seen on Any Given Sunday. Kerry Windsor finally got him to reach his breaking point to obtain the world title.

Jayden then looks up for a moment with a frown. He can definitely feel the tension rising here. Finally, he lets out a sigh.

Jayden Powers: And to think, I used to dislike Windsor back in the day, but he has changed a lot now. Not only he’s the holder of the world title, but he’s Sheree’s true guardian knight, especially in her time of need. I know... I want to do the same with you, Hope. I want to be your guardian knight who will always protect you...

After hearing those words, Hope takes Jayden’s hand into hers and turns his head where he is looking at her. She caresses his cheek for a moment as she offers a warm smile. She could never imagine her life without Jayden.

Hope Rosabel: Jayden, mi amor. You are already my guardian. I don’t care if you’re rich, poor, filled with emotion, and so on, I love you for you. You don’t have to compete with Kerry Windsor and Sheree. Do what comes from your own heart, mi amor. Don’t follow what others do, and do what Jayden Powers will always do.

Hope smiles wide as she kisses him upon the cheek. However, Jayden then gently pulls Hope in, pressing his lips against hers. It is a nice little moment with Cirque Du Dead. After a nice little kiss, Jayden slowly breaks away as his eyes soften.

Jayden Powers: I will keep that in mind, Hope. After all, you are my savior as well because you made me open my eyes for the world to see. Because I am much stronger now, I will be kicking some major ass in the ring. After a long time, I am hungering for some blood.

Jayden now has a smirk coming across his face, full of readiness. Hope stands back for a moment, watching The Undead Chaos unfold. However, she couldn’t help but smile.

Hope Rosabel: That’s the spirit.

Jayden then turns back to Hope.

Jayden Powers: Let’s get going.

Hope Rosabel: Si.

They both smile to each other and they take each other’s hands into one another and head off in one direction as the scene draws to a close.

Trinks: All this lovey dovey junk. Joe Johnson tonight. Holli Would and British Bomber. Its just disgusting. Stan take us to the next match before I seriously spew chunks.
Mayhem: Your girlfriend is next.

Trinks: Oh. Then carry on, Alyx my love is up next.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario … ALYXXXXX ST. CROOOOOOIIIIIXXXX!!!

The crowd all turn collectively as the sound of quarters being fed into a machine hit the sound system. As the Legend of Zelda theme begins to softly play the house lights dim to near blackness when the guitars suddenly pick up. They watch as the classic start screen fades and Skillet’s “Awake and Alive” begins to overpower the LoZ theme. The lights begin to strobe all across the stage erratically as the song's opening picks up tempo as the lyrics begin.

The glow of hundreds of cell phones and cameras add to the strobe light effect as they suddenly focus on the top of the entrance ramp. From behind the curtain marches the Pop Culture Princess herself, Alyx St. Croix. She stops at the edge of the entrance ramp and stares out over the crowd with a smug smirk. She skip walks her way down the ramp staying clear of the outstretched hands of the crowd. She picks up her pace and slides in beneath the bottom rope and popping back to her feet in the middle of the ring. Alyx crosses the ring in a few quick steps and scales the turnbuckles and throwing up her hands like the rock star she is, while turning her head, eyeing approach of her opponent.

Mayhem: After her brave showing at ‘Any Given Sunday’ it looks like Alyx St. Croix is ready for action here tonight, Richie. What do you think her chances are against someone like Trey Jordan?

Trinks: Someone like Trey Jordan? There is nobody like Trey Jordan, there is only the Real Show himself!

Mayhem: Okay…well what do you think her chances are against Trey Jordan?

Trinks: You’re talking about the future mother of my children, she’s gonna kick his ass, Magz!

The music and lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off, already hyped for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "REAL." tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the excited crowd.

Stan Hopeforth: And coming to the ring now from Brooklyn, New York. He weighs in at 247lbs, he is... THE REAAAL SHOW... TRRRRRREY JORRRRRRDAAAANNNNN!!!

Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he starts slapping fives and tagging hands, as many as he can as he hustles for the ring. Swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and tags a few more hands before hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of excited fans before tugging off his REAL. tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match.

Trinks: I’m calling it early, Magz, match of the night right here.

Mayhem: Wait until we see Sydney LaRoux against Aaron Blaize in the steel cage later, that might change your mind. But Alyx and Trey are ready, lets get this match underway!

The bell sounds to start the match as a hushed silence falls over the crowd; Jordan motions for a test of strength but Alyx is wary of it and rightfully so. Trey laughs it off as the two competitors circle the ring, occasionally teasing a grapple; Jordan lunges forward as St. Croix side steps to avoid before The Real Show laughs again. He finally lunges forward with a clothesline attempt, but Alyx ducks it and spins in one fluid motion, readying herself for when her opponent turns around. A moment passes before Trey does exactly that and Alyx is ready for him. She fires off a right hand shot to the jaw, followed by a second and a third that have Jordan rocking. He staggers back a step as Alyx goes for an Irish whip, which, unfortunately for her, Trey easily reverses with his strength advantage. St. Croix is sent running against the ropes but she returns with a headscissors takedown that catches her opponent by surprise!

Trinks: Wow, Alyx St. Croix is really taking the fight to Trey Jordan here in the early goings.

Trey rolls back to his feet, only to find Alyx on him like a rabid dog. A relatively cute rabid dog, but still a foaming at the mouth feel to the whole thing. She fires off some forearm shots that back Jordan into the corner as Alyx connects with a high kick to the face. And another. A third, fourth, fifth and the combo is finished by a spinning heel kick as Jordan staggers out of the corner; Alyx is already running against the ropes as she plows into Trey with a bulldog–NO–he pushes her away in midair as Alyx lands ass first on the mat. Her face is a picture as she stands back up, holding her ass in pain as Trey cuts her down with a clothesline!

Mayhem: An unconventional counter and Trey has found a way back into this match.

Trinks: He better not have damaged that pert little backside of hers or there’ll be hell to pay!

At ringside Maggie is left to roll her eyes as, in the ring, Alyx returns to a standing position, only to get cut down by another clothesline. This time Trey drags her back to her feet via a handful of hair and promptly body slams her back down to the canvas below. A quick elbow driven down across her sternum and Jordan goes for the first cover of this contest.

One..

Two…And Alyx gets the shoulder up. Again, Jordan yanks her up by the hair, much to the chagrin of the official. He admonishes The Real Show, who merely laughs as he throws St. Croix towards the corner. She hits the turnbuckle back first as Trey follows her in–only to get a boot to the face! He stumbles back, clutching his jaw as Alyx charges at him–the snapping spinebuster takes the wind out of her sails though! The crowd aren’t best pleased by the showboating Trey Jordan performs as he wags a finger in the face of the prone Alyx St. Croix. He goes to lift her back to her feet again–but Alyx rolls him up with a small package!

One…

Two…

Trinks: Trey Jordan saving himself from some embarrassment there!

Mayhem: He got the shoulder up in the nick of time, Richie.

Both competitors hurry back to their feet as Trey gets there first; he grabs Alyx in a collar and elbow tie-up as either competitor jockey for position. Jordan uses his strength to gain the upper hand, pushing St. Croix back into the corner. Alyx holds up her hands as the referee calls for a break; Jordan obliges before jamming his thumb in the eye of Alyx St. Croix. The referee once again admonishes him, but Trey is already on the attack, thrusting his shoulder up into the midsection of his opponent as she’s trapped in the corner. Eight thrusts later and Trey backs off, allowing Alyx the opportunity to stagger out of the corner. An Irish whip follows as the Video Game Vixen is sent running across the ring. She bounces of the ropes and catches Trey smack dab in the jaw with a running dropkick! Again, both competitors hurry back a vertical base as Alyx runs against the ropes once more. Jordan manages to avoid the running clothesline she attempts before setting off against the ropes himself, coming back with a huge flying shoulderblock! Another pin attempt gets a two count before Alyx kicks out; Trey, frustrated, turns to a rear chinlock in an effort to wear down his feisty opponent. Surprisingly the crowd begin to rally behind Alyx (mainly because she’s not aligned with Aaron Blaize and P.I.) as a peeved looking Trey Jordan wrenches the hold. It’s not enough to keep her grounded, however, The Video Game Vixen drawing strength from the crowd’s cheers as she battles back to a kneeling position before standing up. One elbow after the other driven up into the midsection of Trey Jordan as St. Croix battles to stay in this match. One more elbow to the gut does the trick as Jordan releases his grip; Alyx countering with a Pele kick!

Trinks: The FPS!

Jordan falls to one knee as Alyx uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet, albeit on the apron. She spies Trey standing back up in the ring as she vaults herself up onto the top rope and Alyx launches herself into the ring with a flying senton attack! St. Croix rolls through the attack and back to her feet as she waits by the opposite ropes, trying to catch her breath. Jordan doesn’t make it to his feet before Alyx is back on him, firing away with forearm shots. An Irish whip follows as The Real Show is sent against the ropes; for some reason St. Croix thinks it wise to go for a back body drop, a move that is easily scouted by Trey Jordan. He delivers a boot to the face to counter; St. Croix reeling away in a circle upon impact and straight into the crook of Trey’s arm as he hooks her in position for Bombs Over Brooklyn–

Mayhem: She’s fighting out of it, Richie!

Some more elbows from Alyx St. Croix as she tries to battle on; Trey releases the hold as Alyx goes against the ropes herself. She bounces off them and wheelbarrows in an attempted bulldog, but Trey counters with a facebuster, driving Alyx face first into the mat!

Trinks: The Legacy Champion keeps cutting down his opponent before she can get going, Magz.

Mayhem: If Alyx can’t get the momentum behind her, she may struggle to put away the bigger, more powerful Trey Jordan.

Trinks: Don’t say that – Alyx can pull this off … then she can pu–

Mayhem: Don’t say it!

While the chatter is going on, Trey has flipped Alyx over and hooked the leg, getting himself a two count–two and a half, maybe–before she kicked out. He seems to be growing frustrated as he drags St. Croix back to a vertical base and doubles her over with a knee to the gut. Two more knees driven up into her ribs and Alyx finds her head between Jordan’s legs as he lifts her up for a powerbomb–NO–Alyx fighting back as she lands a right hand to the face, and another. Jordan staggers back towards the ropes as St. Croix counters the powerbomb with a hurricanrana, sending Trey Jordan tumbling over the top rope!

Trinks: Holy hell, did you see that counter!?

Alyx manages to stay in the ring as Trey lays prone on the outside; the crowd cheering, mainly for the action and not any competitor at this moment in time. The Video Game Vixen dragging herself towards the corner, climbing, slowly but surely to the top turnbuckle. On the outside Jordan uses the rails to pick himself back up just as St. Croix steadies herself–SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Mayhem: Oh my God!

The crowd cheer as St. Croix executes it flawlessly, hitting Trey with the shooting star press from the top rope and both competitors are down on the outside of the ring now. The referee takes a moment before starting the count out; the fans are chanting “holy shit” like only wrestling fans can, but neither competitor has stirred by the four count. Unsurprisingly it’s Alyx who is first to her feet, using the guard rails to drag herself back up as she rolls in and out of the ring at seven to restart the count. Trey is up to a kneeling position as St. Croix exits the ring, making her way over to him as she grabs him by the back of the head. Trey is sent face first into the top of the rail–or he would have been if he hadn’t put his hands out to block it. Desperation setting in as Trey drives an elbow into the midsection of his opponent and slams her face first across the railing! He staggers away, still reeling from the high flying attack a few moments before as Alyx regains her bearings. She takes a step towards Jordan, who grabs her by the waist and launches her overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex; Alyx landing with a dull thwomp against the thin padded mats at ringside!

Trinks: There’s the strength shining through, but I don’t know how much more our Legacy champion can have in the tank, Magz. This match has taken so much out of both competitors.

Mayhem: You’re right, Richie. Whoever wins this match has truly earned it.

The referee reaches a six count as Trey rolls back in and out of the ring, resetting the count again. He grabs Alyx up by the collar and waistband and rolls her back into the ring as he goes for a cover.

One…

Two…

THRENOO!

Alyx gets the shoulder up in the nick of time! Trey rolls off, fuming in anger as he drags Alyx back to her feet once again. He scoops her up onto his shoulders, but St. Croix ducks down the back, landing on her feet. Jordan turns around–AFK CONNECTS!!! Jordan drops to the mat, as does Alyx!

Trinks: Get up, Alyx!, Get up!

St. Croix dragging herself over to make the cover.

One…

Two…

THRENOOO!

Mayhem: How! How did Trey Jordan kick out of that one?

The crowd gasp in shock at the kickout as an undeterred Alyx St. Croix drags herself towards the corner, using the ropes there to stand back up as Trey stands up of his own accord in the center of the ring. Jordan spies where his opponent is as he charges in–but Alyx dodges the attack–Trey hitting the turnbuckles chest first and staggering away clutching his sternum in agony as St. Croix climbs to the middle rope. Jordan turns back to where she’s perched as Alyx flies through the air–ALLONS-Y!!! Her knees driving the wind out of Trey’s chest as the Legacy champion flops to the mat, Alyx drapes herself over and hooks the leg…

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, ALYX ST. CROOOOIIIIIXXXX!!!

Mayhem:And alyx does it here tonight. OH. I am getting word in my ear that we have something major to bring you now. Yes. It is true. Sheree Washington is here and she is coming out momentarily but first, Sydney LaRoux!

The Revival fans are treated to a glimpse of the raven haired Sydney LaRoux on the Revo-Tron as she sits in her locker room. The camera moves in close on her.

LaRoux: You speak a good game Aaron. But that is all that it is. You sit at the head of a puppet show called Politically Incorrect with Sullivan Aimes as your dog. The same dog who was jacking me a few months ago for that Legacy Title. Just like you, Aaron, a man who went after something just to fall short..and FAIL. The World Title belt will never be yours and you and I both know that deep down. Reform...Change..Just words to Revival. they are tired of your bullshit promises.

She stares into the lens with a narrowed gaze.

LaRoux: You can say that you will destroy me tonight..but I know for damn certain that you will not come out the same man when we step into that cage. I can promise you that. You will either hate me more, or you will respect me for the first time. This isn’t Simcoe buddy or some hole in the wall where the owner keeps you in his back pocket. This is the big time. H- B fucking O. Either you put up or shut up and I aim to shut you up for good.

She growls.

LaRoux: By the end of tonight, they will call me... Sydney..”The ViperSlayer” LaRoux.

Mayhem: They both have been back and forth tonight. We will be in for a great Main event. But right now, Sheree. Stan..to you.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and Genetlemen, The Fiancee’ of our Revival Heavyweight Champion, Ms. Sheree Washington!

Who Do You Love?

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“Loungin” by LL Cool J and Total cues up as Sheree Washington steps out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation from the crowd. The reaction seems to catch her off guard as she raises her hand to cover her mouth in surprise. She then waves to the crowd and slowly begins to make her way down towards the ring, a black bag in hand. Richie Trinks is there waiting for her at the end of the ramp. He takes the bag from her hand, slinging it over his shoulder as he grabs hold of her hand and walks her up the ring steps, before finally assisting her into the ring. Sheree nods at him and whispers a thank you as he hands the black bag back to her. She says something to him that the cameras can’t quite pick up, but Trinks quickly nods in agreement and gets out of the ring. He quickly jogs to the time keepers table and grabs an extra microphone that’s lying over there before returning to the ring and handing it back to Sher. She lifts the mic up to speak as the music begins to die down, however the fans are still raucous. She humbly accepts their cheers, even blushing at the response she’s getting.

Sheree Washington: Thank you Revival nation. I appreciate that.

She gives them a heartwarming smile and holds her hand up so that they can finally quiet down enough for her to say what she has to say.

Sheree Washington: Now I wasn’t really scheduled to be here tonight, as a matter of fact it was kind of a spur of the moment thing, but in my heart I knew I had to come out here and address all of you.

She nods towards the crowd and glances at the sea of faces staring right back at her.

Sheree Washington: These past two months have been hell on me, and I’m sure most would say that there’s no one to blame for that but myself and that’s a notion I agree with wholeheartedly. I wish things would have turned out differently, but I’m slowly beginning to understand that maybe they couldn’t have. Nonetheless, there is this overwhelming feeling of guilt that I just can’t seem to shake, and tonight I put my foot forward towards righting those wrongs.

The audience is quiet now, hanging on to her every word. She glares down at the mat for a second, contemplating her next words.

Sheree Washington: Any Given Sunday marked the end of a tumultuous time; it marked the end of a dark chapter in not only my life, but also in Revival. And while I’m sure memories of that chapter will linger, let us not be afraid to move forward. Let us not be hindered by those dark days past, but use them instead as a motivation to seek the light ahead. I could hate Ben Hanson ….

The mere mentioning of the former champions name draws quite the reaction, causing Sheree to simply shake her head.

Sheree Washington: I understand your sentiments Revival Nation, but hear me out. Ben and I have been through more than any of you could ever imagine, and I could hate him for what he asked of me. Well … to be totally honest, I think I did hate him at one point, but that’s just not me. I’m not a hateful person and I understand that people make mistakes. I’ve made plenty in my life, hell, my mishandling of this entire situation being one. But what I’m trying to say to you all is this. I was the one that Benny hurt the most. I was the one whose heart he broke with his ultimatum, and I’m not telling you what you should do, I’m just pointing out that if I can find it in my heart to forgive him, then you should at least consider it too.

The crowd is absolutely silent now as Sheree begins pacing around the ring. They’re not really sure what to make of her words.

Sheree Washington: Yes, I forgive Ben Hanson. He made a mistake, and he damn near lost everything for it. He’s more than made up for his transgressions in my eyes, but then again, that’s only me. I know it won’t happen overnight with you guys, because it didn’t happen overnight with me. All I ask is that you keep your hearts open and give him a fair chance at redemption. Now with that being said and finally off of my chest, I think I can finally move on to the other reason why I am here tonight.

Sheree lowers the microphone, and reaches down into the black bag that she’s brought to the ring with her. Slowly she pulls out a shimmering new title, along with a folded piece of paper.

Sheree Washington: I also come with news about your Revival Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.

A monstrous pop from the crowd causes Sher to smile.

Sheree Washington: Yes Revival Nation, you have a new World Heavyweight title. I talked Kerry into getting one made, since he did destroy the other one. Now if you were on twitter last week, you saw that Kerry tweeted that there would be a major announcement concerning this Heavyweight title. Now Kerry couldn’t be here tonight, because the truth of the matter is he underwent a minor procedure on his shoulder today after an injury he sustained at Any Given Sunday. No timetable has been set for his return, and that is why I have brought this ….

A collective gasp is heard all around the arena at this revelation. Murmurs break out all across the United Center as the people wonder just where this all is going.

Sheree Washington: I have an official statement from Kerry himself, that I would like to read to you all.

She unfolds the paper.

Sheree Washington: Dear Revival Nation. This all began as a personal vendetta and ended with me laying claim to the biggest prize that this industry has to offer, The Revival Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. The title was but a mere means to an end and at Any Given Sunday, that end was met and as a result I was crowned Revival Heavyweight Champion for a second time. Honestly, I do not feel a man should be rewarded for standing up for his family. I do not feel a man should be honored for doing what he is supposed to do. I did what anyone in my shoes would have done given the circumstances.

She pauses for a second, letting the weight of his words linger for a while.

Sheree Washington: Ironically enough, at Any Given Sunday I re-aggravated a past injury that will cause me to step away from the ring for an undetermined amount of time and this only propels me to do ,what I already felt in my heart that I needed to do anyway. As of this moment on, I hereby declare the Revival Heavyweight Championship Vacant. I don’t know what Revival intends to do with the belt (that I got made with my own money, they can thank me later) but hopefully this will provide an opportunity for some of the hungry wolves in that Revival locker room to step up and show what they are made of. So with that being said, keep me in your prayers Revival nation, and hopefully we won’t be apart for too long. Sincerely, Kerry Windsor.

Sheree folds up the letter, and then places it along with the title right in the middle of the ring. The fans don’t seem happy that Kerry is out of commission, but they understand that sometimes in this business, things happen.

Sheree Washington: I just want to thank you all, for the incredible letters and emails that Kerry and I have received, and I promise you all, that I will do everything possible to help him get better, so that he can come back and do what he does best.

Her words trail off for a second as a smile crosses her face.

Sheree Washington: And that is show you all that HE is Kerry Windsor, and that THIS is what he does … and prove to you all, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’s …

She holds out the microphone and lets the audience finish off the statement for her.

Crowd:[PRETTY DAMN GOOD AT IT!

She drops the microphone as “Loungin” cues back up. Richie Trinks is back on the apron now, assisting her out of the ring. The camera then pans in on the newly vacated Heavyweight title, lying in the middle of the ring.

Trinks: I must admit there Maggie, a haunting sight. Vacant World Title. I wonder what Miss GM will do about this. Her first night and already, no champion on the ship. Its all going down Magz!

Mayhem: Get a grip Richie. We will be fine. We will simply find a new champion. But onward we go right into this Rematch. Hanson vs. Harrison. Stan..

Stan Hopeforth: The following contest is slated for one fall, heading to the ring first...

"Time is Money" by You Me At Six is heard around the arena and the crowd immediately start to boo and jeer.

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at two twenty eight... MIIIIIIKE HARRRRRRRISONNNN!!!

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.

Stan Hopeforth: And his opponent...

"IT'S THE NEW STYLE!"

"Black Sabotage" by DJ Moule starts playing throughout the arena.

Stan Hopeforth: Hailing from Akron, Ohio and weighing in the two twenties, your former World Heavyweight champion... THE METAL HEART... BEEEEEEEN HAAANNNNNSON!!!

The guitar intro working the crowd up into a mini frenzy as Ben Hanson steps out from behind the curtain wearing a black hoody emblazoned with a steel colored heart over his ring attire. Strobe lights shine down from the ceiling, illuminating the area around him with various hues and shades of purple, a modicum of smoke sifting around the floor just for effect. Ben flips his hood back and looks out across the crowd, a smile spreading across his face. As the song 'drops' Hanson begins his movement down towards the ring, slapping hands with any and all willing fans along the way. Before he reaches the ring, Ben removes his hoody and hands it to one of the younger fans at ringside before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

DING! DING!

Trinks: This should be a great rematch. One in which Mike Harrison continues Ben Hanson's decline!

Mayhem: If he chooses to compete, Mike refused his chance at the Primetime title at Any Given Sunday. Whose to say he won't simply sit in the corner and cop out?

Trinks: Ha Ha, did you just say cop out?

Mayhem: Yeah, I did.

Trinks laugh again as the two competitors get to business, Harrison obviously ready to compete this week. As Hanson and Harrison tie up, Mike wins the battle with a swift knee lift that causes Hanson to howl in agony and fold over forward. Mike lines up and drills a stiff elbow across the back of the former Revival World champion's neck! Ben falls to one knee, the crowd jeering Harrison as he nods and smirks a bit. Mike tugs at Ben and Irish whips him into the ropes... As Ben bounces out Harrison drops to his stomach, forcing Ben to leap over him and hit the other ropes. Ben bounces out as Mike spins to his back and catches both his feet in the breadbasket of Ben... Harrison nails a HUGE monkey flip on Hanson! Ben sails up and over wildly before crashing and burning over the mat.

Trinks: Very smooth. Mikey is ready to showcase those mad skills tonight.

Mayhem: Mad skills? Harrison refuses a title chance, and has not won a match in Revival... I'd hardly call a few elbows and a monkey flip a showcase.

Trinks: Damn girly, who twinkled in your coffee?!

Maggie blows off the remarks with a long sigh, in the ring Harrison has tugged Hanson to a seat and lock him in a rear chin lock. Ben grabbing at Mike's arms and clawing to try and break free... the crowd thundering in support for Ben now as he battles to one knee... Harrison trying to keep his chin lock latched on tight. BANG! Ben nails a back elbow, BANG BANG!! Then two more which break the grip over his head... Harrison nearly loses control but the crowd AWEs as just before Ben breaks free, Mike snatches him up and somehow turns the chin lock into a vicious twisting neckbreaker! Mike sitting up and 'dusting' his hands off.

Mayhem: Not a bad neckbreaker, Mike is atleast showing up tonight and proving he wants to compete here.

Trinks: No doubt, he's working our former champion right over!

Mike Harrison climbs to his feet and throws two stomps down over Hanson, the crowd behind Ben as he flops and clutches his chest. Mike now tugs at the former champ and pulls him back to both feet... THWHACK! A vile knife edge chop connects from nowhere from Hanson to Harrison! The crowd screaming in delight now as WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ben looks like a lumberjack with three more big time chops square across Mike's chest! The final one sends Harrison plummeting down over the mat hard on his back! Harrison scrambling up as Ben rubs at his neck but gets back in the groove... Mike standing just as Ben brings screams of delight through out the arena... The Metal Heart leaping up and spring boarding off the center rope as he twist around through the air and grabs up Mike Harrison by the head! A wild springboard tornado DDT connects flush! Harrison bouncing off his head and instantly clutching it as he kicks his feet and rolls side to side.

Mayhem: Brilliant DDT by Hanson! He's so gifted.

Trinks: Oh he's gifted, he lands one big time move and suddenly he's cream of the crop!

Mayhem: Um no, but his status as the former World champ speaks volumes compared to a man who simply 'sat out' his chance at gold in Revival...

Trinks: You're so never going to let that die.

Mayhem: Ever.

Harrison staggers up from the mat, shaking his head in a daze as Ben has got his way back into this. Hanson hits the ropes with speed and leaps right into Harrison just as Mike stands... a beautiful headscissor take down spills Harrison over the mat. Hanson quickly rolling up and hitting the nearest corner. The Metal Heart waste not a second before he goes flying and crushes Mike's head with a BIG time High trajectory guillotine leg drop!!! Ben quickly hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR...Kickout!

Trinks: Only a two for the show off!

Mayhem: Show off? That was impressive yes, but Hanson was just doing what he does.

Ben keeps at work now as he tugs on Mike and pulls Harrison off the mat. The crowd stunned as they jeer, Mike nailing a desperation European uppercut that staggers Hanson back from him. Ben shakes it off and heads back at Mike, but Harrison gets the crowd booing their hearts out as he suddenly SLAPS Hanson... then spits at him to boot. Mike smirking even under his pain before the crowd ignites as Hanson SLAPS HIM BACK! This spirals Mike around where he turns about and gets drilled over the mat by a now angry Metal Heart with a brutal sit out Full Nelson slam! Ben making another cover...

ONE!
TWO!!
THR... Shoulder up!

Trinks: Close... but not close enough, COME ON MIKEY!

Ben sits up and shakes his head, he wipes at Mike's spit on his chest and quivers before wiping it on Harrison's own tights. Hanson then stands and lays a stomp over Mike, and another, and another. He then grabs at Mike's neck and forces him off the mat, Hanson hooking the head and appearing to go for a suplex. The crowd booing however as somehow the ref misses it and Mike Harrison lands an extremely 'low' shot on Hanson! Ben howls in agony and stumbles back... Harrison quickly taking advantage and dropping the former World champ with a brutal STO! Now Harrison pins.

ONE!
TWO!!

Hanson kicks out right after the second count, the crowd behind him again as Harrison pummels him with rights and lefts as Ben staggers off the mat. Mike eye balls the former champ now and shakes his head before he hits the ropes and steam rolls Ben with a ring shaking SPEAR!

Mayhem: Wow, an intense spear! Still wondering how the ref missed that low shot.

Trinks: What low shot?

Mayhem: Oh whatever, you saw it!

Harrison gets up and runs a thumb over his neck, the crowd in a riot of jeers as he forces a stunned Metal Heart off the mat and back to his feet. Mike looks ready to try for his finish submission, but as he looks to lock it in Hanson somehow breaks free and toe kicks Harrison viciously in the midsection. The crowd leap up and cheer as the Metal Heart works quickly and hooks Mike up, slingshotting him off the top rope and nailing a quick suplex into a powerslam!!!

Trinks: AH NO!

Mayhem: Metal Heart Suplex outta NOWHERE! This is over folks!

Trinks: Bullshit!

Hanson makes the cover after the stunning, and sudden finisher. The crowd counting along now...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: And your winner... BEEEN HAAANNNSON!!!

Mayhem: A win for the Metal Heart here tonight. But standing at ringside now is Jessica King with a new Revival face.

[Sydney Effin LaRoux]

We are brought ringside. The crowd is going wild for the action so far tonight. We see Revival’s resident interviewer Jessica King standing by a guard rail. She smiles at the camera as speaks.

Jessica King: I’m standing ringside for an exclusive interview with the newest talent to jump ship to Revival Wrestling… Ryan Kidd.

The camera pans a little bit to show Ryan Kidd in the frame. Kidd stands up from his seat ringside. He is wearing a black shirt with the blue Revival Wrestling logo on it. The sold out Chicago crowd who are very familiar with him chants his name.

Jessica King: First and foremost, welcome to Revival Wrestling, Ryan. We are so ecstatic to see a rising star like you within our ranks.

Ryan Kidd: Thank you, Jessica. I’m really excited to be here tonight. I’ve been watching the whole show and I must say, the level of competition here in Revival is off the charts. I cant wait to step into that ring and see how I can fare with the best Revival has to offer.

Jessica King: I’m pretty sure the Revival Nation is also excited to see Ryan Kidd in a Revival ring.

The crowd began to chant his name again as Ryan smiles at it. They slowly hushes down as Jessica continues the interview.

Jessica King: I got to ask though, who are you most looking forward to facing in Revival?

Ryan chuckles.

Ryan Kidd: I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes but I’m really looking forward to stepping in the ring with Revival World Heavyweight Champion Kerry Windsor. I mean I’ve seen Kerry in action when he participated in the PWX World Grand Prix and faced PWX World Champion James Silkk at PWX Unbreakable. And since then, I’ve been dying to step in the ring with him but never got the chance to in PWX. Hopefully, I’ll get it here.

He pauses as he compose his thoughts. After a moment, he continues.

Ryan Kidd: Other than that, I really don’t have anyone particular I want to face. I mean like I said earlier, the level of competition here in Revival is really off the roof. These are the best wrestlers in pro wrestling today and Revival is really is the place to be.

Jessica nodded.

Jessica King: Again welcome to Revival Wrestling and I hope you enjoy the Main Event…

Ryan said something off microphone as Jessica turns to the camera.

Jessica King: There you have it folks. Jessica King once again bringing you the exclusive interview. Let’s go back to Maggie Mayhem and Richie Trinks at the booth for tonight’s Main Event.

The scene fades to close as the crowd cheers on for the Main Event.

Mayhem: The moment we have all been on pins and needles awaiting here tonight.. The Steel Cage Grudge match from Hell. aaron blaize called out her lover and made him chose AE or HER. Sydney tore apart Blaize’s dreams of total domination... It all comes together right here- right now..without further adieu, Hopeforth.

Stan Hopeforth: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see... I am NOT in the ring. That is because we have a STEEL CAGE lowering RIGHT NOW!

The arena quakes as the crowd screams and cheers in delight, spotlights dancing as they glisten off the steel meshed metal work that makes up Revival's cage as it lowers from the rafters down over the ring area.

Stan Hopeforth: That's right, tonight's MAIN EVENT will be a first for Revival... our FIRST steel cage contest! Are you ready Revival Nation?

Cheers echo and resound, at ringside Stan shakes his head and motions with his hand cupped over his ear.

Stan Hopeforth: Now come on... I said ARE YOU READY?!

The screams grow another level, Stan nods as he smiles brightly and gets back to work... "I'm Back" by Dope cues over the P.A. as the cheers continue and the arena gets dim, nearly pitch black.

Stan Hopeforth: Heading to the ring first... from right here in Chicago. Our very first Legacy champion herself... THE DEEEEVIANT SYYYYYYYDNEY LAAAAAAAAAROUX!!!

A spotlight hits the entrance area now as Syd comes out from the back, her wrist taped up heavily... She's wearing a black Tshirt with an upside down Superman 'S' on it... an ode to Myke Adams, the Suicidal Superman. Sydney has on a pair of tight fitting black jeans and padded black wrestling boots. She nods as she tugs her long dark hair back into a bun like pony behind her head... Stalking down the aisle with determination etched over her face. Syd tags a few hands here and there as she approaches the ring area and is let through the cage door by the referee we now see inside. Just as she loosens up and throws a defiant fist high over her head the crowd's sea of cheers for LaRoux turn into a turmoil filled mass of jeers as Stone Sour replaces Dope over the P.A.

Stan Hopeforth: And her opposition... returning to Revival for the first time since Glory. He hails from Houston, Texas... he... is... THHHHE VIPER... AAAAAAARON BLAAAAAAAAIZZZZZZE!!!

LONG LIVE... THE REVOLUTION!!!

The crowd is in a frenzy of hatred now as a HUGE "BOOOM" sound shakes the arena after hearing Blaize's voice, one commonly heard when someone "throws the switch." The lights go pitch black as the crowd jeers, flashbulbs going off randomly through out as well. The tron lights up bright white, as it flashes with red and black electric bolts. Another "BOOM" hits, and the tron goes out and the arena goes dark once more. "Last of the Real" by Stone Sour starts to play from the PA. Just as the music picks up in tone, the arena lights come back up… and AARON BLAIZE is seen on the stage!

Trinks: He's baaaack! A meaner than ever!

Mayhem: He beat down a few people at Any Given Sunday, with a crew of henchmen. A crew...

Trinks: Speaking of which, look whose coming out here with Aaron! It's MY boy, the REAL Show!

The crowd is heard booing wildly now as Blaize takes his time to survey the crowd around him, scowling and cocking his head upward as he glares into the masses. Behind Aaron slowly struts Trey Jordan with his Legacy title in hand... The REAL Show shaking his head with an eyebrow perk as he and Blaize nod briefly. Blaize then begins to saunter down the aisle, ever so slowly. Trey J right behind Aaron as he jaw jacks with fans all along the aisle way. The lights begin to pulsate with the beat of the song in red and golden hues. After walking through the sea of outstretched hands from this jeering crowd, Blaize finally makes it to the ring. The referee holding open the cage door with a pad lock in hand... allowing Blaize to enter. Blaize and Jordan 'bump' knuckles before sharing a few words... Trey then heads around the caged ring towards the play by play booth. The crowd heard booing as Blaize slowly, and methodically, stalks up the ring steps and ducks into the ring, the lights now seen quickening in their strobing. The ref shuts up the cage and pad locks it as Aaron Blaize hops up onto the turnbuckle, staring into the crowd before him through the mesh jungle of steel. A sour expression etched over his face. He then tosses his arms out to his sides and glances skyward, closing his eyes, taking in all the negativity flowing towards him. He returns his demonic blue gaze to the crowd as he hops down and crosses the ring. Aaron hops up on the opposite turnbuckle now as another riff takes over, the lights seen spiraling and strobing around him. Blaize surveys the crowd once more with a look of disdain as "Last of the Real" fades, the lights coming back up to normal. Blaize rolling his wrist and stretching his neck now as his icy blue eyes lock on LaRoux across the ring. Sydney with a sneer as she leans over and sways side to side, looking ready to explode into Blaize.

DING! DING!

Trinks: There's that bell! And here's my man! Trey J... what is up?!

Mayhem: Oh God...

Jordan takes the spare headset and pulls a steel fold out chair up beside Mayhem. He nudges her with a grin before tossing his Legacy title over the top of the announce table and smiling wide.

Trey Jordan: What up, what up TrinkADink?

Trinks: Same ole man, same ole. Putting up with this softy bitch all night...

Mayhem: HEY!

Trey Jordan: Ah relax there Punky Brewster. I'm sure that Trinky was just ref'in these butter brains around the arena. Never have I ever seen something so pitiful, yo.

Trinks: I know right...

Mayhem: You're ridiculous...

Trey Jordan: I know this, yo. Ridiculously REAL good... But thanks Punky, tha Show likes compliments.

In the ring Blaize and LaRoux are still scouting one another up, the crowd loud and anxious as they circle the ring... inching closer and closer ever so slowly.

Trinks: This is going to be a showcase of Violence... A showcase I tell ya!

Mayhem: I guess P.I. hopes Blaize fares better than you did tonight, heh Trey?

Trey Jordan: Oye... Now that was rude, yo. Look at it dis way, gotta build their confidence before ya just run em down... Yo I'm cool wit how tonight played out... Ya can't question tha Show's self confidence Brewster... Still ballin, still Legacy champion...

No sooner than Trey says this the action lights up, Syd finally shrieks out in frustration, hatred, anger... all balled into one furious tie up with Blaize. Aaron almost grinning sickly before their tie up is ended when Syd grabs his wrist, ducks under Aaron's arm and twist him with force into a modified hip toss. Syd slams him hard over the mat and goes into frenzy mode with a flurry of nasty and quick elbows to the side of Blaize's kisser! Aaron blocking up best he can as he shoves her away and staggers up right touching at his face in slight shock. The Viper shakes his head and spits on the mat in a show of disrespect... only when he turns back at her the crowd explode as Syd charges in and leaps into Blaize... she nails a Lou Thez press that takes Aaron down again and starts raining punches all over him. Her black hair coming down out of the pony and hanging a mess around her face as she sneers with viciousness and punches again and again.

Trinks: Wow, Syddo is going ape in there!

Mayhem: She really has a chip on her shoulder tonight. Guess any of us would if we kept watching people gang up on the man we loved!

Trey Jordan: Pft... that circus seal had it coming. As for this crap, watch and learn yo... Blaizer has her right where he wants her!

And it seems her does, as somehow Blaize grunts like a bull and quckly grabs Sydney by her long hair... SMACK! Blaize cracks their heads together with a vile headbutt. CRACK! He does it again and Syd staggers upright off of him... Blaize's chest and neck beat red from her assault... The Viper spins around to his knee and scans her up as Syd touches at her forehead and tries shaking off the headbutts. Just as she does Aaron strikes like lightning... chop blocking her right leg out from under her and sending Syd over the mat hard. She snaps to a seat and Blaize rolls in behind her and snatches the Deviant into a tight rear chin lock. Grinding it in now, Blaize glares over the crowd as their excitement has turned sour. He shakes his head and stands, CRUNCH! Blaize drives an elbow right down over the crown of Syd's head. CRUNCH! And another, CRUNCH, and another! Aaron then jogs back a few steps as Syd grabs her head... SMACK! The crowd ohh's as Blaize charges in behind her and lands a vicious soccer lick kick right into the small of Sydney's back! She screams in horror and anguish and arches her back. Aaron grabbing her hair and yanking her down over her back quickly... Blaize leaps up and brushes both his boots down over Sydney's forehead. The stomp slash rake makes Syd flops and cry out... the ref unable to halt the attack via the caged rules. Blaize runs a hand back through his hair and then leaps up and rakes his boots down over her skull again!

Trinks: God that is making my head thump!

Mayhem: He's a monster, a vicious monster.

Trey Jordan: He's a ring savvy beast. Inky should have just stayed home tonight, yo. Think this may be her last dance...

Blaize reaches down and starts forcing Sydney to her feet, WHACK! He belts a knife edge across her throat area... TH-WHACK! And another... then two more faster ones. Aaron calls out in a roar almost now as he grabs her wrist and yanks LaRoux around and sling shots her at the ropes and the cage wall with a heavy Irish whip... BANG! Sydney hits the ropes but as they bounce out she cracks back first into the cage wall. LaRoux grimaces and falls to both knees, CRACK! The crowd stunned and nearly silent now as Blaize lands a vicious step up Enzuguri right into the side of Syd's face. She crumbles over the canvas... a foot twitch here and there, but other wise motionless. Blaize running his hand back through his hair again as he nearly seems to drool with a sick glee as he watches Syd lie face down over the mat.

Trinks: Man, he's not letting up. I get a feeling the Viper was stoked about this match up... about the cage rules... About the fact he can do any and everything her dreams to Syddo... and NO one can stop him.

Mayhem: Cept Sydney! She's hurting, yes. But she's far from out of this fight Rich.

Trey Jordan: Ha, is tha right?! Yo, ya coulda fooled me...

Blaize tugs at LaRoux and forces her back to her feet, he slaps her across the face as the crowd booing grows a few notches. Blaize then tucks her head under his arm and looks poised for a suplex of some kind. He goes to snap her over but the crowd cheers as Sydney blocks with her leg, wrapping it over Aaron's. Blaize sneers and tries again... this time the crowd really goes off as Sydney nearly gets snapped up and over... but she frantically kicks her feet and brings herself back down before fluidly reversing the suplex attempt into one of her own! The difference is the space behind her, Blaize gets suplexed right over and into the cage wall with force! Sydney falling to one knee as Blaize crumbles over the mat now himself, touching at his lower back. Syd grabbing at air before her, anything to get back into this... The crowd cheering her on.

Mayhem: Told ya so, now that was a reversal! I bet Blaize is reeling in there!

Trey Jordan: Nah, he's aight. Give him time, I mean Inkz is a fighter, but in the end... It won't matter yo.

Syd finally gets up and twist her neck around, her eyes narrow with rage as she watches Blaize pull at the ropes to get his own footing. LaRoux charges in and smashes herself into Aaron, squashing him between her back elbow like body attack and the cage! CLANK! Blaize stumbles from the impact and gets ripped to the mat with a springboard bulldog from the Deviant. Sydney staggering up and looking over at the nearest camera. She blows a kiss into it and her lips easily read, "This next one's for you, daddy." She then grabs the cage and starts to climb, the crowd getting loud and cheering. Blaize pushing his way up in frustration and shock... Sydney gets about half way up the cage wall as Aaron stands upright. She turns and somehow throws herself off the cage into a wild corkscrew plancha... LaRoux slams into Blaize as the two spill over the canvas. The crowd stomping and screaming as a chant breaks out... "DEEV-E-ANT! DEEV-E-ANT! DEEV-E-ANT!"

Trinks: That was pretty cool! I gotta admit...

Mayhem: I'd say, what a risky move from the Deviant. Showcasing her reckless nature.

Trey Jordan: That was circus play, yo. These clowns do their little flippy shit... and these fraggles in the stands screams like kids at a Miley Cyrus concert!

Trinks: Ha Ha Ha!

Sydney grabs at the ropes and works to get herself up, the big plummet and risky move having shaken her just as much as Blaize. LaRoux staggers upright and whips her hair back... a sneer as she sees Blaize fighting to get himself up. He comes to both knees and Syd charges in looking to knee lift him right in the chin... the crowd's cheers turn sour however as in either desperation or sheer will Blaize catches her knee and lands an explosive modified belly to belly suplex! Sydney landing hard over her back on the mat as Blaize comes back down on one knee.

Mayhem: That was impressive from Blaize...

Trey Jordan: Seriously yo, REAL impressive!

Blaize staggers up and grabs at his coal black head of hair, obviously not pleased with Sydney's showcase. He then snaps around and rushes over, leaps up and drills a jumping elbow drop down over Sydney. Blaize remains over her and quickly locks on a modified bow and arrow hold of sorts. Turning to his back with a hand over her chin and another over her ankles... Blaize has his knees in the small of Sydney's back as he stretches her our rather brutally. The crowd booing their hearts out as Sydney calls out in complete agony...

Trinks: That'll do a number on the mightiest of warriors... the mightiest!

Mayhem: Whatever that even means.

Trey Jordan: It means yo gal is getting snapped like a Slim Jim up in there!

Blaize shoves Syd off his knees, he sits up and glares out through the cage at the jeering crowd... their hatred seeming to fuel him as he gets a burst of energy and quickly rises. Sydney touching at her back as she digs on her elbows and looks to inch her way to the ropes. Blaize shaking his head now as he suddenly stomps maliciously over her back... again, and again and again. Blaize grabs the near by ropes to keep his balance as he stomps a good ten times down over LaRoux. He then leans over and tugs at her hair once more, forcing her back to a shaky stand.

Trinks: Back in the driver's seat.

Mayhem: This has been nasty so far, not even like a match... more like a fight!

Trey Jordan: A fight Inky is bout ta get lost.

Blaize now lands a quick snap suplex, rolling sideways and pulling Syd back up for another. He does a third snap suplex then sits up, finally a sickly grin crossing his face. The crowd in a riot of disdain as Blaize gets to his feet and backs away from Sydney... leaning over and watching. His icy blue eyes narrow as his face turns bright red as he seems to shake with an eerie excitement... LaRoux coming around and pushing up onto her hands and knees.

Trinks: I think I know what's coming...

Mayhem: He's going to punt kick her!

Trey Jordan: Three points baby!

Blaize starts to shake and nearly convulse with glee as he then takes off full sprint at Sydney... but before he can halt his advance, Syd stuns everyone especially Aaron as she somehow digs deep and rushes upright... she catches Blaize off guard and upon her shoulders. The crowd on their feet in a frenzy of cheers as suddenly from nowhere Sydney lands a DEVIANT DOWNFALL on Aaron Blaize! WHACK! Blaize's head hits her knee with vile force as he flops over the mat and rolls to a motionless heap... LaRoux falling to one knee.

Trinks: Holy shit!

Mayhem: That was amazing! Blaize never even saw it coming!

Trey Jordan: Dayumn yo... This ain't what tha Show wants ta see...

The crowd chant again, "DEEV-E-ANT! DEEV-E-ANT!" Syd grabbing at the near by ropes, then the cage wall to get herself upright. Blaize kicking a foot here and there as he seems stun gunned over the mat. Syd shakes her head and peers up the cage wall... she then glares back at Blaize, then back over the cage wall.

Trinks: I think she's torn, does she go for the victory... or the revenge?!

Mayhem: I hope she does the smart thing, and climbs out!

Trey Jordan: Bah, she won't. Inky's pride would never allow tha, yo!

Sydney shakes her head and now SHE SPITS in Blaize's direction before grabbing at the wall and starting to climb it. The crowd scream and whistle as Syd makes her way up the cage wall. Blaize now furious as he punches at the canvas, coming back to life as he shoves his way back off the mat and charges over in a stagger screaming DEVIANT!

Trinks: She better keep climbing...

Mayhem: She's turning again, don't Syd... don't do... OH MY GOD!!!

Trey Jordan: TRAIL-LAH-LAH-LAH-FUCKIN-BLAIZER!!! That was as REAL as it gets!!!

Syd turns and leaps at Blaize as he staggers toward her, the crowd go quiet before jeers break out as Blaize snaps around and dodges and leaping cross body of sorts and catches Syd mid air from her big leap off the cage with a desperation TRAILBLAIZER falling cutter!!! Both of them laid out over the mat... motionless almost. The crowd stomp, clap, scream... all for Sydney. But she seems out of it... as does the Viper. The referee checking on them both... back and fourth, he then starts to wave his arms and call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Stan Hopeforth: The match is a DRAW!!!

Trinks: What?! How in the World...

Mayhem: The ref has called the match folks, he doesn't want to see anyone get injured... And these two have been at it tooth and nail. What a great first cage match for Revival!

Trey Jordan: Yo this is fucked... How in da fuck?! How do ya end a cage match like this?!

Trinks: Go over there and ask him Trey J...

Trey Jordan: Tha's a good idea Trinky... Laters yo.

As the referee undoes the lock, Trey Jordan has already shoved him aside and started to bicker with the ref. Blaize digging at the ropes and pulling himself up a bit... Sydney still lying there unmoved. Trey J finally feints a backhand for the scared ref who dodges and ducks out of the scene. Jordan heads over to assist Blaize up.

Trinks: This could be bad news for the Deviant...

Mayhem: She's outnumbered, and we all know how P.I. operates...

Blaize and Jordan speak briefly before Aaron stands upright with anger etched over him. Jordan stalks down now and backs up looking primed and ready for Sydney as she fights to get herself up now... Jordan looking ready for his Goalline Stand spear.

Trinks: She's a dead woman, I can't watch Magz!

Mayhem: Wait... the Tron, look Richie!

Blaize and Jordan's attention is taken from Sydney however as almost maniacal laughter floods the P.A. as the arena goes dark and the Rev-O-Tron comes to life... On the screen we see EMTs trying to assist SULLIVAN AIMES! A steel chair wrapped over his right arm, and PINNED under a tipped over vending machine...

Trinks: Someone attacked AIMES!!!

Mayhem: Looks like they wrapped a chair around his arm then dumped a vending unit over onto it! That is crazy... wait, Richie look at his face!!!

Trinks: I'll be damned...

Blaize and Jordan are watching on as Sydney gets herself out of the ring, hurting and achy as she ducks over the rails and exits through the crowd... through the cage walls Trey and Aaron's eyes both go large as the Tron gets a shot of Aimes face... it's PAINTED with a crude paint job at best. Done quickly to mimic one man, MYKE ADAMS!!! Aimes calling out in shock and agony as the EMTs work to get the machine off his arm... Suddenly the laughter again and the Tron goes black... the arena lights back up and Blaize and Jordan look around but Syd is long gone through the crowd. The two of them looked pissed, they quickly exit the cage surrounded ring and storm for the back.

Mayhem: Folks we're outta time... but somebody has really taken it to Sullivan Aimes, and even painted him up like Myke Adams! What in the World?! P.I. is heading back for their own... we'll see ya next WEEK!!!

The crowd taunt and heckle Blaize and Jordan as they storm backstage... the show ending as they exit backstage in hunt of their P.I. brother Sullivan Aimes. We fade to black, then the HBO logo.