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High Flyer

Culture Shock 2009 Night Two

14 Mar 2009 / Olimpiysky (Olympic Stadium, Moscow Arena), Moscow, Russia (seats 16,000)

High Flyerİ vs. Bryan Dawkins

Vince Howard: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the 5-Star Championship! Introducing first.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A deafening blast of aqua, orange, and white pyrotechnics explode before those oh-so-familiar two words that begin "Song 2" by the English alt. rock band Blur induce a standing ovation from the crowd.

WOO HOO!

Nick: What a way to start off Night Two! What do you think, Richard?

Richard: Honestly? I could care less. I mean, if I had to root for someone, it definitely wouldn’t be the foreigner.

The capacity crowd’s cheers are directed at one man, who just so happens to be standing at the top of the ramp. The number one contender to the 5 Star Title. The Flyin’ Hawaiian. Kid. Hawaii. Whatever you know him as.

"BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Bryan Dawkins.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at two hundred and two pounds, hailing from Hilo, Hawaii, he is the Number One Contender to the 5-Star Title…THE FLYIN HAWAIIAN…BRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAN DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNS!

"BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Nick: And there’s the hopeful Number One Contender!

Richard: Yeah, with a bit of facial reconstruction, thanks to the likes of Shakur and Snow. My heroes.

Dawkins, sporting some pretty handy stitchwork on his forehead, flashes the crowd of over 16,000 fans his signature "hang loose" gesture, and soon enough, he’s sauntering down toward the ring, crossing back and forth to throw high fives to random fans. Eventually making it to the ring, he slides in and hops to each of the four turnbuckles, jumping to the top and flashing the "hang loose" sign yet again. Atop the final turnbuckle, he removes his signature aqua and orange sunglasses and tosses them to the frenzied crowd.

Richard: DON’T TOUCH THOSE! THEY HAVE FOREIGN GERM PARTICLES ON THEM!

Nick: Are you serious?

Richard: YOU’LL GO BLIND! BLIND, I TELL YOU!

"ALL ABOARD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Vince Howard: And weighing in at 224 pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California…

The lights in the arena cut out, but the Olympic Stadium is quickly illuminated by mass amounts of pyrotechnics, shot off at regular intervals, signaling the arrival of the 5-Star Champion. Flyer slowly emerges from the back as the lights flicker back on, and the 5-Star Champ poses at the top of the ramp, pointing to the 5-Star Belt, strapped around his waist.

Vince Howard: He is the current 5-Star Champion…THE LUNATIC…HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGN FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Richard: I swear, if that dirty border hopper wins this, I quit.

Nick: You promise?

Flyer steps aside to reaveal Team VIAGRA’s Resident Attorney, Mary-Lynn Mayweather, and the two slowly make their way to the ring, not taking their eyes off of the Flyin’ Hawaiian for a moment. The crowd fills the arenas with boos, but the Champion and his accomplice choose not to notice.

Richard: These people don’t know what’s good around here.

Nick: They know more about this business than you do, champ.

Richard: They’re all on Dawkins’ side. Of course they are, THEY’RE ALL FOREIGN TOO!

The Lunatic slides into the ring and removes the 5 Star Title, handing it to the referee for tonight’s match, Elvis Nixon. Nixon folds the belt into thirds and holds it above his head, revealing the gold to everyone in attendance. He then hands it to the timekeeper outside the ring and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The highly anticipated title match between two PRIME’s most exciting wrestlers begins with a quick lockup in the center of the ring, which ends up resulting in a deadlock. Although Flyer has the weight advantage by over twenty pounds, he finds out that Dawkins is surprisingly strong, and decides to break the tie-up. The two risk-taking superstars circle around the ring, with Dawkins glancing quickly at Mayweather outside, knowing very well that she has a well-documented history of sticking her nose in Flyer’s business when it comes to title matches.

Nick: Dawkins is very well aware of Mayweather’s involvement into Flyer’s matches, and he’s not about to become the latest victim.

Richard: *snores*

Dawkins decides to make the aggressive move by going for another tie-up with the Champ, but after another deadlock between the two, the grapple turns into a shoving match, with both competitors taking turns pushing each other. Flyer gets the best of this matchup, and finally shoves Dawkins into the corner. Backing up a few steps, the Lunatic gets a head of steam and charges at the Flyin’ Hawaiian, who instinctively ducks, sending Flyer crashing into the tur-oh wait, no.

Nick: And a great sign of athleticism by Flyer!

Richard: LOOK OUT, FOREIGNER!

Flyer actually hops atop the turnbuckle and just as Dawkins turns around to take advantage of the situation he believes he put Flyer into, he jumps from the turnbuckle and sends Dawkins flying with a missile dropkick. Not being the one to waste any time, the Champ hops to his feet and jogs toward the near set of ropes, and upon his return, sends a quick leg drop straight to Dawkins throat, sending the Hawaiian rolling around the mat in agony, clutching his throat.

Richard: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nick: Flyer’s being quite the opportunist here tonight.

Richard: Against that dirty alien, it’s hard not to be.

Flyer, instead of attempting to capitalize on the situation and go for the quick pin, decides to apply a rear headlock, in an attempt to wear down his younger, and some would say much quicker, challenger. Dawkins’ arms begin to flail around, attempting to first grab Flyer’s arms and head, but after realizing this would be a total failure, begin to reach desperately for the ropes.

Nick: Flyer knows he doesn’t exactly have what he used to as far as high flying ability goes. Dawkins might have him there. He knows he needs to ground the young superstar and keep him out of the air if he wants to keep his gold.

Finally, after a few moments, Dawkins manages to grasp the bottom rope, prompting Elvis Nixon to pry Flyer from his challenger. Flyer basks in the fact that he’s grounded his opponent, resulting in thousands of boos being thrown his way.

Richard: HAHAHAHA! I love it! FLYER FOR PREZ!

Nick: In case you haven’t noticed, we voted in Obama like…over four months ago.

Richard: MUTINY! FLYER FOR PREZ!

Dawkins has since rolled out of the ring and is resting on the outside barricade, all the time keeping an eye on Flyer’s accomplice, who is camped a mere 20 feet away, shielded by one of the turnbuckles. He finally decides to slide back into the ring, but is met by mudhole stomps, courtesy of the current 5 Star Champion. Flyer doesn’t let Dawkins even think about getting back into the ring without any trouble, and this forces Dawkins to roll back to the outside before he suffers any more damage.

Nick: Flyer knows that on the outside, Dawkins can’t take to the air. Good strategy so far from the champ.

Pacing back and forth on the outside, Dawkins continues to keep an eye on Mayweather, as well as her client. Flyer finally gives in and backs away from the side of the ring that Dawkins wishes to enter, and rests his body on the ropes on the other side of the ring. The Flyin’ Hawaiian uses this opportunity to roll back into the ring, and he hops up onto his feet just as Flyer comes barreling toward him. Luckily, Dawkins rolls between the Lunatic’s legs and waits until the Champ turns around before delivering a quick spinning heel kick straight to Flyer’s head. On the mat, Flyer rubs his jaw and begins to use the ropes to climb back to his feet before he feels his white hair being yanked upwards.

Richard: I swear, if I had my way, Dawkins’ contract would be terminated at this moment, and he’d be banned from the country.

Nick: *facepalms* Good thing we’re in Russia.

Dawkins, holding Flyer up by his scalp, shoves the Champ into the near turnbuckle and winds up before sending a backhand chop smacking straight across the Lunatic’s chest.

WOO!

Richard: Unless you wear a flamboyant sparkling robe down to the ring and have bleach blonde hair, I don’t think you can use that move.

Dawkins rears back yet again and sends another chop into the Champ’s chest.

WOO!

Richard: COPYWRITE.

Another chop.

WOO!

Richard: INFRINGEMENT.

Yet another.

WOO!

Richard: HELLO.

And another.

WOO!

Richard: LAWSUIT!

Flyer’s chest is now beet red and the champ clutches at the new wound inflicted by Dawkins. Hawaii, meanwhile, has taken the opportunity to take a few paces back and come crashing into Flyer’s abdominal region with a corner spear. Much like Brock Lesnar used to in his wrestling days, Dawkins grasps the ropes on either side of Flyer and uses them to catapult his shoulder back into the Lunatic’s midsection repeatedly, before Flyer finally crumbles down to a seated position in the corner.

Nick: Finally, Dawkins is getting the upper hand here for a moment.

The Flyin’ Hawaiian sends a number of boots into Flyer’s face before backing away to set himself up to hopefully put this match to rest. He comes to a stop at the turnbuckle across from where Flyer is seated, and, getting a head of steam, sprints toward the Champ. Dawkins leaps toward Flyer’s head and…

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Richard: Again, I’ll reiterate. FLYER FOR PREZ!

Nick: *facepalms*

…thanks to Mary-Lynn Mayweather pulling her client from the line of fire, comes down crotch-first on the middle turnbuckle. Hawaii falls back-first onto the mat, clutching his groin in pain, as Mayweather supports Flyer’s weight on the outside.

Nick: And Mary-Lynn Mayweather gets involved in the match for the first time tonight! Always trying to get Flyer out of harm’s way.

Richard: It’s not like Flyer needs it or anything. I could beat that bum with an arm and a leg tied behind my back.

Nick: Oh yeah?

Richard: Well, I’d have to make sure he had all of his vaccinations and everything taken care of so I wouldn’t contract any foreign illnesses or anything. But…yeah.

Nick: Wow.

Mayweather aids her client in sliding back into the ring, where he drapes an arm over the downed Hawaiian and Nixon slides in for the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…KICKOUT!


Nick: Quick kickout by Dawkins!

Richard: What a shame.

Mary-Lynn stomps the outside of the ring in anger as Flyer rolls off of his downed but still kicking challenger. He slowly makes his way to his feet but drops another quick leg drop across the throat of Dawkins. Flyer follows up with a quick elbow drop to the sternum, along with a slap to the head of Hawaii, taunting the Flyin’ Hawaiian for more of a competition.

Richard: End it, Flyer! End it!

Nick: What a pathetic move by the champ. If he’s gonna do this, just go in for the win right now!

Flyer pulls his opponent up by the head and sends him flying toward the ropes. The Lunatic heads in the opposite direction and the two meet in the center of the ring, where Flyer nails Dawkins with a spinning DDT! Without hesitation, Flyer goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…KICKOUT!


Nick: It’s not over!

With the second kickout in the span of not even a minute, Flyer’s beginning to become frustrated, not to mention more cocky by the second. He begins to saunter around the ring, taunting the crowd, and then turning his attention to Dawkins and subsequently taunting him to stand up.

Nick: Flyer’s annoyed by Dawkins’ never give up attitude, and it’s starting to show!

Richard: Or maybe he gave him some disease and THAT’s why he’s pissed. I mean, I would be too.

Hawaii finally makes it up to his feet, with the help of the ropes, and takes a few steps toward Flyer, who is eagerly awaiting his arrival. The two tie up again, and it’s immediately apparent that Flyer has the advantage now. He backs Dawkins up into the ropes and sends him hurling toward the opposite side with a hard Irish whip. Instead of bouncing off of the ropes himself, Flyer stalks to the middle of the ring, ready to deal out more punishment to the returning Dawkins.

Nick: Flyer could end it here!

Richard: For the love of God, I hope he does.

The Number One Contender approaches Flyer yet again, only this time, sends him crashing to the canvas with a hard leaping lariat!

Nick: Dawkins rebounding now!

Richard: Shit.

Dawkins, with help from his second wind, leaps to his feet and begins sending boots repeatedly into Flyer’s sternum. He pulls Flyer to his feet and engages in a tie up, which is quickly broken when Dawkins shifts around to the Lunatic’s back.

Nick: Dawkins setting Flyer up here.

He clutches his hands around Flyer’s waist and lifts him up and over his head, sending the back of Flyer’s head straight into the canvas with a quick German suplex!

Richard: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Instead of releasing his hold on his opponent, Dawkins bridges the end of the move and goes for the pinfall!

ONE…

TW…KICKOUT!


Nick: Clever little diddy from The Pineapple King there.

Richard: All he did was waste two more seconds of my life.

Mary-Lynn is slamming her fists on the mat, urging High Flyer to take control of the match. The Lunatic reaches his feet shortly after Dawkins, who slaps the piss out of the FWO Champion's mouth.

WOO!

Like a guy who's pissed off because he just got his mouth slapped, High Flyer sends a forearm right into Dawkins face. He follows it with a hailstorm of blows that sends the Flyin' Hawaiian backwards. One right hand in particular sends Dawkins into the ropes. High Flyer charges his challenger, but Dawkins pulls the rope down and the 5-Star Champion topples over the top and spills to the ground.

Richard: Oh, Christ!

Nick: Things are looking bad for the current Champion.

Dawkins has caught the scent of wounded prey, and like the animal he has shown he can become he begins an assault. Without wasting time. He springboards himself over the top rope and lands a devastating Frog Splash!

OOOOOOOH!

Nick: Dawkins has a clear advantage now, Richard.

Richard: Ah, but there is beautiful Mary-Lynn.

Like a true whore, Mary-Lynn has made her way over to where the action is, clipboard in hands above her head while the challenger reaches his feet. The referee is counting!

Referee: "1!"

Nick: Is she really gonna hit the Flyin' Hawaiian with a clipboard?

Richard: Are you really annoying?

Nick's question is answered with a certifiable, "no". As she has the clipboard lifted above her head, Dawkins turns and catches her. She drops the clipboard to her side rather quickly,

Referee: "2!"

Bryan Dawkins can't help but chuckle, though perhaps this costs him as High Flyer has reached his knees. Dawkins turns to get a handle back on the situation, but Flyer makes sure that doesn't happen so easily with a headbutt (or a facebutt) directly into Dawkins' privates.

Referee: "3!"

Richard: BRILLIANT MANEUVER FROM HIGH FLYER.

Nick: The disgusted look on Flyer's face pretty much expresses my feelings as well.

Dawkins hurls over in pain, falling to a fetal state. Flyer, who aint a multiple champion for nothing, jumps to the ring apron. Then he jumps to the 2nd rope and flies backward, landing a perfect moonsault onto the Flyin' (though not currently) Hawaiian.

Referee:"4!"

Richard: See? He's still got some gusto! He's still got some moxy! And at the end of this match, he'll still have the belt!

Nick: It's not over yet!

Angry, in pain and still disgusted from his decision to facebutt Dawkins, Flyer scoops up the challenger and slides him into the ring. Dawkins crawls to all fours as Flyer once again steps onto the apron. The crowd is warning Dawkins to look, though their cries fall on deaf ears. For as soon as Dawkins reaches his feet, the Champion launches himself. Lou Thez Press!

Left, right, left, right, left, right! Flyer is pummeling the young up-and-comer with blows!

Richard: Things have gone from bad to worse for Dawkins.

Nick: That appears to be the case...

Flyer goes for a quick pin!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE
TWWWWWWWWWWWWO
TH-- NO!


Nick: Close call!

Richard: God, help me.

Flyer reaches his feet with Dawkins crawling to all fours. Flyer runs and launches himself from the ropes, but Dawkins musters enough energy to rush to his feet and duck to perhaps back body drop the champ. High Flyer stops mid run and kicks Bryan right in the face. Bryan sprawls backwards and Flyer nails him with another four arm. The Challenger spills into a corner of turnbuckles. High Flyer backs into a corner and runs foreward! Cartwheels!

...and Dawkins falls out of the corner, the champion elbows only the top turnbuckle.

Nick: A bit of life from the Flyin' Hawaiian!

Richard: OH, YIPPY! slash sarcasm.

Soon enough, Dawkins climbs to the 2nd turbuckle and grins, starting to send fists of his own! The crowd eats it up!

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE!


The 5-Star Champion, annoyed about his face being pummeled, grabs his challenger and spins around. Dawkins, helpless, finds his spine slammed into the top turnbuckle! He's sat upon the top turnbuckle.

Richard: You know. I've got this feeling. Something really, really bad and possibly awesome is going to happen any second now.

Nick scoffs.

Flyer climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle. He drapes Dawkins arm over the back of his neck and begins to try a superplex. Bryan locks his ankle underneath the turnbuckle and punches the champ. They trade blows but Dawkins gets the upperhand. Flyer begins to fall back slightly and is losing his balance.

Richard: Oh no...

Nick: Oh yes...

Richard: Fall IN the ring, Flyer!

He likely would have but Bryan Dawkins made sure he did not. He grabs him by the tights and sends him toppling to the outside. Flyer CRASHES into the front row over the guard rail.

*CRASH*

Nick: Holy GOD!

Richard: He almost landed on the fans!

Nick: He certainly landed at their feet!

The Flyin' Hawaiian, daring as ever, takes little time to make a decision to place himself in mortal danger. He stands on the top turnbuckle.

Nick: Security is trying to clear out that row as Flyer tries to stand up.

Richard: Nevermind that shit, Dawkins is gonna jump!

Indeed, Dawkins does jump as Flyer staggers up...

...and Flyer dives out of the way. Dawkins' suicide dive leaves him crashing into a row of empty chairs. Bryan's scream is one of primal anguish. Flyer's laugh belongs to a man who knows he is fortunate.

Nick: ...Wow.

Richard: Way to go Dawkins! Hahahaha!

High Flyer takes a moment to breathe before he grabs Dawkins body and drops him lazily over the guardrail, his body folded over the top of the railing. High Flyer seizes the opportunity to hurt his opponent, climbing onto a chair and jumping over the guardrail, drops a leg over Dawkins' torso and sends them both back to a legal ringside area.

Nick: Momentum clearly swings the champion's way now.

Richard: Whoop-de-doo.

It doesn't take the 5-Star Champion long to roll Dawkins back into the ring. With a sly grin, Flyer decides to enter the ring in a fashion related to his namesake. He hops on the ring apron and climbs to the third rope. Without much hessitation The Lunatic darts through the air...!

And he misses the diving headbutt as Dawkins rolls out of the way!

Nick: HOW DID DAWKINS MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!?!

Richard: I'M REALLY, REALLY, REALLY ANNOYED.

The Flyin' Hawaiian seems hurt, battered and bruised. The stitchwork on his forehead starting to split at the seems. He himself climbs to the top rope as the fans start to roar. Dawkins stands straight up on the third turnbuckle. He gives his patented "Hang Loose" sign as cameras throughout the arena begin flashing. Bryan Dawkins flies and connects on a 450 splash!

Nick: HIGH IMPACT MANEUVER!

Richard: I HATE BRYAN DAWKIIIIINNNNNSSSS`!!!

OOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEE-- NO!


Richard: OH THANK HEAVENS!

A collective sigh rolls throughout the arena like the waves Dawkins use to surf. The frustrated challenger rubs his face with his hands, frustrated and running out of gas. Flyer starts to crawl to his knees and Dawkins uses whatever fuel inside of his body he can to bounce off of the ropes...

SHINING WIZARD~!!

Nick:: Dawkins goes for the cover again!

Richard: Damnit, Flyer!

OOOOOOONE!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
NO!


Dawkins pounds the mat with his fist in frustration. He stands to his feet and lifts the Champion up by his hair. Flyer is groggy and stammering, though he's irish whipped into the ropes. Dawkins tries to clothesline but Flyer ducks it. The Champion jumps to the bottom rope, the second and the third before he flies backwards for a moonsault!

It connects!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE-- Nada!


Richard: Almost Flyer, almost!

Nick: That's not nearly enough to keep Dawkins down!

Both men rake themselves to their feet, tired and worn out. Both men stand at the same time, though Dawkins takes the upperhand with the first chop.

WOO!

Richard: Annoying.

High Flyer returns with one of his own.

WOO!

Richard: Really annoying.

Dawkins sends another into Flyer's chest.

WOO!

Richard: Seriously?

The Flyin' Hawaiian whips High Flyer into the ropes. And out of nowhere, as the name suggests, High Flyer returns with a running yakuza kick!

Richard: THE LOCOMOTIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!

Nick: What impact!

Flyer goes for the cover!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


"Crazy Train" cues up over the P.A. and Flyer, beaten and battered, shows the devil horns to a crowd who seems a bit more unappreciative than usual.

Richard: Oh thank GOD it's over!

Nick: You make me sick sometimes.

Vince Howard: Your winner of this match... AND STILLLLLLL.... PRIME 5-STAR CHAMPIOOOOON.... HIIIIIIIIIGH FLYYYYEEEEEEEEERRRR~!

Tres

For every end there is a beginning. Every finish… a start. Culture Shock is a two night event. The first night has shown us much. The possible end of a career. The finish to an illustrious title reign. The end of an era of domination. New faces. New champions. New enemies. The first night has proven to be historic. Altering. It has changed the very center of PRIME as it’s been known.

This is Night Two of Culture Shock. Last night was the beginning. Tonight is the end.

Tonight has to start somewhere. We’ll start at the bottom. Work our way up.

A pair of wrestling boots. Simple black boots. The kind you’d find in any of hundreds of arenas around the world. No fancy logos or vibrant colors splashed across the sides. Nothing at all to indicate that these boots belong to one of the most decorated wrestlers in PRIME’s history. They’re just a pair of boots like any other. Well-manicured and frequently moisturized fingers hook between the laces and pull to maximum extension, tightening the ones below them. The fingers move upward to the next cross of laces and continue on. Simple black boots. Simple black laces. Could belong to any wrestler in the world. These boots were his, though. He wrestled his first match in these boots. Won his first match in these boots.

A coffee table stands between them. There are the simple black boots, toe pointed just an inch or two from the fine wood finish of the table leg. Thick, elegantly carved stumps that support a heavy glass circle above. Simple black boots at the rightmost side of the table. On the left there are another pair of boots. A different pair of boots.

A blood-splattered pair of boots. Black military issues with laces tightened. The expected sheen lost beneath a dusting of grime and blood. Bruised fingers carefully guide a wet cloth across the toe of the left boot. Fresh lacerations glow a dull pink around the knuckles. The grime and blood smear beneath the liquid’s effort to remove them. The scarred fingers scrub at the blood. Attempt to wipe away the reminders of a previous battle.

Tonight was a new battle. A daunting challenge. There was no room for the past. Not even the future. There was only tonight. The coming war. The instinct of survival.

Well-manicured and frequently moisturized fingers make tight loops of the laces on a pair of simple black wrestling boots. The figure stands. Loose white wrestling tights fall over the laces. The boots now hidden behind a recognizable pair of tights. The black stripes rolling down each side of the legs.

Recently bruised and freshly lacerated fingers wipe the last streak of blood from a pair of military issue boots. The figure stands. Loose black wrestling tights fall over the skull logo on the side of the boots. The boots now hidden behind a recognizable pair of tights. The blue lightning bolt running down one side of the leg. Blood red rain drops falling down the other.

White tights beneath a muscular frame. The perfect combination of tone and definition. A prime example of what a wrestling physique should be. The sort of body carved by Greek sculptures in times of old. Two basic black elbow pads. The same pads he wore in his very first wrestling match. The same pads he wore when he won his very first wrestling match. Black athletic type wrapped beneath the knuckles of those frequently moisturized fingers.

Black tights beneath a muscular frame. An imperfect combination of beauty and disaster. Definition in its greatest form. Every muscle outlined with the finest detail. The sort of body that looks like it’s actually carved from granite. A body built by the gods themselves… marred and rife with large scars. Cuts and slashes and faded pink reminders of a life lived too hard. Wars that leave their mark. A large, black support pad protects the left elbow. Been wearing it for years now. Since that bad fall of the top of a Cell. The right covered with a basic black pad. White athletic tape wrapped beneath the knuckles of those freshly lacerated fingers. Straight down to the forearm.

His face is exotic beauty at its finest. The perfect visage of a proven model. The definition of handsome with an obvious hint of Asian ancestry. Clean shaven. Eyes narrowed in determination. Dark hair carefully styled into the perfect, immovable quaff.

His face is irresistible charm personified. The perfect combination of tough and handsome. The definition of a rogue. A scoundrel. The kind of man women are drawn to for all the wrong reasons. The ever-present five o’ clock shadow. Eves narrowed in determination. Dark hair mussed and tousled as if he just woke from bed.

Chandler Tsonda.

Tyler Rayne.

The two men exchange a glance as they step from behind the imposing coffee table. A shared look of determination. Of kinship. Each extends a fist toward the other. Frequently moisturized fingers bump against freshly lacerated. White-wrapped knuckles to black. A simple gesture. A physical representation of both respect and solidarity. The two take a step toward the door. They march together. Tyler Rayne pauses and turns back to the coffee table. Obviously he’s forgotten something. Chandler Tsonda opens the door to the locker room. A small but genuine smile momentarily spreads across his face.

Standing in the doorway are a pair of black knee-high wrestling boots. Shin pads for protection are outlined with varying orange and light-green trim. White pants hug tight to his legs. Floral patterns obviously inspired by the Hawaiian islands splatter across his thighs in orange and aqua splashes. A small but muscular frame darkened with a permanent, natural tan. Black elbow pads with matching orange and aqua trim. The face is young and exuberant. Eyes narrowed in determination. Short dark hair sparkles damp with sweat.

Bryan Dawkins.

The Viet Viper offers his hand. The Flyin’ Hawaiian accepts and the two share a firm shake before pulling into a quick, one-armed embrace. The moment is short but pointed. A simple gesture. A physical representation of both respect and solidarity. The Underground Pimp appears from behind. A similarly small but genuine smile momentarily spreads across his face as well. He extends his own hand, offering Dawkins a pair of white sunglasses with aqua and orange lenses. Dawkins slides the shades up over his eyes and steps away from the door. Tsonda steps through. Rayne follows, pausing just a moment to clap Dawkins on the shoulder. A simple gesture. A physical representation of both respect and solidarity.

The three men march down the hall together. Away from the safety of their locker room. Into the lion’s den that is the Dual Halo. They march toward a structure filled with men and women… competitors… warriors… every one willing to eliminate these three with extreme prejudice. To cash in on a bounty. An opportunity. They march to face the whole of professional wrestling.

Bryan Dawkins. Tyler Rayne. Chandler Tsonda.

Three against the world.

An 'I Told You So' From Jason Snow

Matt Mills: We are just moments away from the 2009 Dual Halo, ladies and gentlemen, and this building is rumbling with anticipation!

Backstage, we find Matt Mills, and though we can’t see his arms for his suit jacket, we’re all picturing goosebumps.

Matt Mills: Forty-plus of the best wrestlers in the world. What’s going to happen when Tyler Rayne gets his hands on Devin Shakur? Can Duke Williams turn back the clock? Who, if anybody, has a chance of stopping Hessian? I don’t thi-

Suddenly, Jason Snow wanders into the scene, stopping Mills mid-sentence.

Matt Mills: Speaking of PRIME stars, we’ve got the new PRIME Universal Champion right here, stopping by unexp-

Snow snatches Mills’ microphone and eyes him coldly. He’s a little roughed up from the previous night, with the trace of a black left eye and his shoulder bandaged. But none of that is important. All that matters is the Universal Championship draped over his shoulder.

Jason Snow: It’s time for you to shut your damn mouth and listen to your Superior, plebe! Tyler Rayne nothing! Duke Williams nothing! This night is about one man and one man only.

Turns to the camera and flashes that devilish smile.

Jason Snow: Jason Snow.

He pauses a moment to work the kink out of his neck.

Jason Snow: Last night was just another day at the office. But tonight… tonight I make history. Tonight I’m going to walk through every damn peasant, plebe, and simple inbred bastard that this organization and the entire wrestling world has to offer, and when it’s all said and done, I will be the only man standing.

He takes a moment to glare at Mills.

Jason Snow: You’d think the world would learn not to doubt me when I say I’m going to do something.

From there, he takes the PRIME Universal Championship off his shoulder and holds it close to the camera. So close we can see the reflection of the lens.

Jason Snow: Look who’s champion, plebes. Look who’s champ. How long have I been saying that the rest of you are simply playing for second best? How long? And now, here I am again, at the top of another mountain, just like I said I would be! Just like I said I would be the Jewel in the Crown. Just like I said I would win GTT6. Plebes…

Snow lowers the title and glares into our homes.

Jason Snow: When I say I’m going to do something… I damn well do it. And tonight…

He stuffs the microphone and the title belt into Matt Mills arms long enough to begin tearing at the bandages wrapped around his shoulder, letting them fall to the floor and out of our view. He grabs the mic again.

Jason Snow: …Tonight I’m going to win the Dual Halo. I told you – it’s a new era. And it starts now.

Snow’s about to walk away when he notices Mills is still holding his title belt. Immediately he snatches it away with a scowl.

Jason Snow: What the hell are you doing with this!?

Mills’ voice is hollow without a microphone.

Matt Mills: Well, you handed it to me, Sn-

Jason Snow: Did you smudge it!? DID YOU SMUDGE IT! Oh, God help you if I should find but ONE sm-

We leave them there, as the screen fades to black, and we get ready for PRIME’s most massive and most anticipated match of the year.

Buckle up, kids.

…The Dual Halo starts…

NOW

The Dual Halo

The Olympic Stadium had gone by many names over it’s life. Originally, it was the Central Lenin Stadium. Some then called it the Grand Sports Arena of the Luzhniki Olympic Complex while others called it the Luzhniki Stadium. For a few evenings in 1980, the world transformed it to the Olympic Stadium as 103,000 people looked on. On this particular evening, over 130,000 people have packed the arena to the brimming point. The building has been rechristened the PRIME Arena. High above the ground, there are two cages, and every single person in attendance knows what those cages represent. They peered at those cages the night before as they watched Chandler Tsonda and Jason Snow do battle, and waited a full twenty-four hours to see them once again.

Inside the arena, the buzz grows louder and louder. The fans know the time is drawing near. People from all fifty states in the Continental United States are in the arena, and surrounding them are people from every single country who could afford to come and see the greatest wrestling spectacle in the world. As the moon shines above, and the temperatures drop, fans grow eager with anticipation. The weather doesn't matter to them. They are here for the Dual Halo. For wrestling.


The lights cut off inside of the Moscow arena, strobe lights flash around, all pointing at the two Halos. Slowly, they lower until firmly in place, and the cheers inside of the Stadium reach a fever pitch.


Nick: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE HALO IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF THINK!


Richard: Let me just tell you, whatever idiot decided to book the Halo in Moscow this time of year, they should be shot square in the face!


Nick: Is that why you’re wearing four fur coats? You know, PETA’s going to be all over you before the end of this broadcast.


Richard: It’s colder than your mom’s basement, Nick!


Nick: Did you miss the fact that PRIME brought in heaters and this place is a rather nice 75 degrees in here?


Richard: …it is?


Nick: Yeah, Richard.


Richard: Well, don’t I feel dumb.


Nick: When don’t you ever?


Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen… PRIME welcomes you to the Dual Halo! The rules for the Dual Halo are as follows. First, two wrestlers will come down to the ringside area, and one will be assigned to Halo #1 while the other contestant will be assigned to Halo #2. Every two minutes, another wrestler will enter and walk into the Halo in alternating fashion, and that will happen until every single wrestler has entered the Halo. Every ten minutes, the tunnel between the two Halo’s will open, and the wrestlers will be able to go back and forth between the two Halo’s.


PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT!


Richard: Well, lets get this over with so I can get some hot chocolate since nobody around here will hook me up.


Nick: This is an event that people have waited all year for. Last year, we saw a match unlike any other that we’ve ever been witnessed to. Fifty men entered the ring. The match went for a little over 156 minutes before we saw Tyler Rayne win the Dual Halo and as a result, earn the Golden Ticket.


Richard: And he's put PRIME in a fucking gridlock ever since. Woo.


Nick: Fans, we’re in the dark as much as you are when it comes to who will be entering the Halo or even how many people will even be in this match. This list is one that is highly guarded and proves to be a list that produces one of the best matches we will see all year long.


DING! DING! DING!


As the bell rings, the PRIME*Tron comes to life with a counter on it.


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Nick: And the Halo has officially began!


Richard: Which is all nice and fun except now we have to hear you talk for the first two minutes until the first competitor walks out here.


Nick: Which, as we all saw last night, that person will be none other than Jay Phoenix, the Eternal Flame himself.


Richard: That guy is just the biggest idiot I’ve ever seen, point blank. You have this great chance to come in towards the end of the competition, and you throw it away for a chance at Hunter Sabuani? I mean I know he reeks of awesomeness and all, but for real?


Nick: Well, it just goes to show you that when you want someone bad enough, you’ll do anything to obtain it.


Richard: Look, I want to tap Lindsay Troy every time I see her, but you don’t see me doing some insane shit to make it happen, now do you?


Nick: Didn’t she have to file a restraining order against you?


Richard: That’s a different story for a different day.


The fans meanwhile continue to wait, their eyes open and ready, hoping that the match they’ll witness tonight will top all of the others. Last year, the Halo lasted over 2 ½ hours. Deep down, they all wanted it to last even longer than that, not even thinking about the sheer physical endurance any man would need to make that happen.


Nick: So, before Phoenix comes out here and officially becomes the #1 entrant into the Dual Halo, do you have any predictions on who’s going to win this thing?


Richard: I can tell you who I know won’t win this thing, and that man is none other than Tyler F’N Rayne. This kid is going to be the target of every single guy walking into the Halo. They will be "made" when they take that douchebag out. He came in last year as a practical midcard shot but now he's got about as much chance of winning as my fat ass does of getting Megan Fox and Stacy Keibler in a threesome.


Nick: Lisa Tyler having put a bounty not only on the head of Tyler Rayne, but Chandler Tsonda and Bryan Dawkins as well after Tyler Rayne ruled PRIME for a few weeks at the start of the new year after C.P. Cantrell was ousted. Tyler wasn’t too happy with Rayne’s general attitude to everything.


Richard: Everyone loves him!


Nick: Apparently not Lisa or the board for that matter.


Richard: Okay, you’ve got a point there.


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Nick: And now, one minute into the contest. One more minute until Jay Phoenix enters the arena. My pick for this year’s contest though has to be a toss up between Kasier Vashaun and Hessian. These two men know violence and they’re not afraid to use it to their advantage. Being locked up in a Halo with one of those two men would definitely spell trouble if you asked me.


Richard: Those two are probably really good picks. Let’s not rule out the likes of someone along the lines of a Devin Shakur. Maybe even a Lindsay Troy.


Nick: On top of that, some of the confirmed talent to be entering this contest includes Jonathan Rhine and King Blueberry. One of the more stacked Dual Halos in recent memory, with anyone really capable of winning this match. Final pick for that, Richard?


Richard: My pick, for this year’s Halo, is going to have to be, well, you know what? I’m going with an outsider this year. I’ve got Steve Knox!


Nick: Let’s all remember that in forty minutes when Richard starts changing his pick.


Richard: Oh shut it.


Nick: Meanwhile, I’m going to go with Chandler Tsonda.


Richard: Gutsy pick, considering the bounty on his head.


Meanwhile, the fans watch as the counter continues to tick, and feel the excitement in the air rise when the clock gets closer and closer to the first entrant.


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As the counter hits the two minute mark, the fans break into a cheer as the spotlight hits the wrestler’s entrance ramp.


Vince Howard: Introducing the #1 Entrant in the Dual Halo… from Flagstaff, Arizona, weighing in at 215lbs, standing 5'11", this is the HOTTEST star in wrestling JAY PHOENIX!!


A haunting guitar melody plays over the PA system as on the VideoTron flames start to appear, curling up to completely cover the blackness of the screen.


A drumbeat fills that air as words, sung in a powerful, pure voice can be heard mingling with the melody as a bass driven counter melody joins with an electric guitar to complete the music.


"Day by day, watching you disappear

Wishing that you were still here beside me

On my own, swimming against the tide

There's nobody on my side but your memory"


The flames on the VideoTron die down, leaving the screen completely black again … until suddenly with an explosion of light and noise the flames reappear, this time in the easily distinguishable form of a Phoenix that fills the whole screen.


"Then I'll rise, right before your eyes

On wings that fill the sky

Like a Phoenix rising

Like a Phoenix rising"


The crowd are on their feet, cheering and screaming as the realisation of just who it is hits them.


"Wings of fire, tearing into the night

Screaming into the light of another day

Carry me out of the hurricane

Into the smoke and flame and we'll fly away"


On either side of the ramp way two bursts of flame leap out, sending two fan shaped flares of fire across the entrance, through which a silhouetted figure walks as on the screen, superimposed on the mystical flame bird symbol, two words appear … JAY PHOENIX.


"And I'll rise, right before their eyes

On wings that fill the sky

Like a Phoenix rising

Like a Phoenix rising


Higher, higher hear the thunder roar from above

Fire, fire, fire make me whole"


Phoenix stands on the ramp way, the flames burning bright behind him. He is dressed in a black leather look body suit, flame motifs running up the side of both legs, meeting at the thigh where they join together to form almost a belt of fire. The arms are cut off at the shoulders exposing muscular biceps, the left one covered with a glistening tattoo of a stylised Phoenix in flight surrounding by bands of gold and red flames. Black and red elbow pads are met by taping that covers his forearms and wrists. A silver necklace hangs around his neck, falling down to his chest, and when the light catches it at the right angle it can be seen to be a disc containing thin interlocking strands, a bright purple amethyst at it's centre … a dreamcatcher.


"And I'll rise, right before their eyes

On wings that fill the sky

Like a Phoenix rising

Like a Phoenix rising


Wings of fire, tearing into the night

And we'll fly away ... "


A smile plays across Phoenix's face as he pans his attention around the arena before slowly walking down towards the ring. When he gets to the Halo, Phoenix enters Halo #1, and with a quick move, jumps to the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle, holding an arm up to the fans, who resume their cheering in response, before vaulting over the ropes to land in the centre of the ring.


00:02:47



Richard: Ladies and Gentlemen, your first entrant into the Dual Halo, and the biggest idiot that I’ve ever personally seen. You don’t give up an amazing spot in the Dual Halo, you just don’t!


Nick: Well, apparently, Jay Phoenix does, and he’s going to have to live with that now. Obviously, he thinks enough of his skills to be able to last until the end of this match.


Richard: Nick, what if we have 100 entrants in the Halo this year? What if the match goes seven hours long? Do we really think that Jay is going to be able to last that long?


Nick: Look, if the match ends up lasting 7 hours, Richard, then we’re all going to need to take a nap and come finish this bad boy up tomorrow. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. I’m always scared that I’m going to get a shiv in the back from some old fart that thinks the Cold War is still going on.


Richard: I can only hope and pray for that to happen.


00:03:19



Nick: Now, last year we had bounties in the form of most eliminations, the longest time in the Dual Halo, and finishing #2 in the Halo. We saw Crucifix win the Most Eliminations bounty, and he went on to have a 5-Star Title match. Meanwhile, Wade Elliott won the bounty for lasting the longest in the Dual Halo, and fought Dusk over the Intense Title. Finally, Cozen came #2—


Richard: I kind of miss Cozen.


Nick: --And she earned a shot at the Universal Title, which she actually won in her second ever PRIME match as she defeated Lindsay Troy. This year though, we’ve got some rather unique bounties, wouldn’t you say?


Richard: Most of them are justified, at least Dawkins, Rayne, and Tsonda. I think putting one on Hessian is pretty ballsy since well who wants to mess with that giant? You get some pretty good prizes if you manage to eliminate them though.


Nick: Tyler Rayne, Chandler Tsonda, Bryan Dawkins, and Hessian. You defeat one of the latter three, you get a shot at the Universal Championship, the 5-Star Championship, or the Intense Champion in that order. If you beat Tyler Rayne though, Lisa Tyler will grant you anything you could possibly want.


Richard: It's going to be like mating season out on the farm, everybody is going to want a piece.


As Jay Phoenix remains in the ring, waiting patiently for his first opponent to come out, he as well as the fans watch the counter on the PRIME*Tron as it slowly clicks towards the #2 competitor joining the Dual Halo.


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A silence fills the air before "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" by Radiohead rips through the Olympic Stadium.


Vince Howard: Introducing Entrant #2 into the Dual Halo, standing at six feet and one inch tall, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada… ASSSSSSSSSSSSSH! PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATO!


From the backstage area comes the second entrant into the Halo who gets a warm welcome from the Olympic Stadium crowd. Plato runs down the ramp until he enters Halo #2, finding himself in the same position as Jay Phoenix. He has to wait four more minutes until his opponent enters the fray.


00:04:13



Nick: And now we have two entrants inside of the Halo, but have yet to see any action yet.


Richard: CAN A BROTHA GET SOME HOT CHOCOLATE UP IN THIS PIECE? I've got one and a half nuts left over here.


Nick: At the six minute mark, the third entrant in the Dual Halo though will make their entrance, and make their way down the ramp until they come face to face with a very eager Jay Phoenix.


00:04:57



Nick: Danny Ferguson came in last year at the number 1 spot. He lasted quite a while and for a while there, you had to think Ferguson might actually be able to pull off going from #1 to the very end of the match.


Richard: Until Tyler Rayne, and I suppose I gotta give dude credit for something, put D Ferg out for 8 months. At least we didn't have to see his pathetic ass until King of Kings.


Nick: ...Regardless, it was a long time to make it through the Halo if you ask me, and he would’ve gone longer if it hadn’t been for Tyler Rayne.


Jay Phoenix then stands up as his eyes remain fixated upon the timer on the PRIME*Tron. He knew it was his time, his turn, as the action inside of Halo #1 was about to start picking up.


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Once the counter hits the six minute mark, the arena is plunged into darkness, save for a few flashes of light as the opening notes of "Sympathy for the Devil" start to play. The fans rise amidst the blackness… thinking the Devil had come back from the dead, the voice, sounding fresh from eating gravel, as opposed to sounding anything like Mick Jagger, begins to read the words of William Ernest Henley.


Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be,

For my unconquerable soul.



To the eerie reading of Invictus, out steps A L I A S, walking into a loan spotlight. Clad in a black Anarchy 'A' hooded sweatshirt, he stands, head bowed as camera flashes make it easy to forget that the arena lights had been cut. The Tin Angel raises his head, and a grin emerges from the shadow before his hood is thrown back.


In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance,

My head is bloody, but unbowed.



"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"


Clenching his taped fists, Alias takes a few steps forward, before a ring of fire suddenly surrounds him, then slashes three chords in from the circumference... leaving him standing amidst a flaming Anarchy symbol. Reaching into his back pocket, Sheffield retrieves his carton of Camels, tapping one up for his lips to clasp. Crouching, he lights it on the licking flames that dance around his feet, before striding out through the fire and down the aisle.


"A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS!"


Beyond this place of wrath and tears,

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years,

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.



With cigarette dangling from his lips, the Original Pulp hero slaps the extended hands of the fans as he heads down the aisle towards the massive Dual Halo and the competitors within. He methodically walks to the ring, a no-bullshit look etched into his face. Alias plucks the smoke from his lips, then tosses it back over his shoulder...


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!


...prompting flames to shoot out from the front of the stage, right on cue.


"A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS! A-LI-AS!"


Slipping the sweatshirt from his body, he reveals an impressively scared upper-body, and an already bloodied and bandaged core. Silhouetted against the swirling amber flames behind them, Alias mouths along with the final verse.


It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.



Alias steps inside of Halo #1 and the door shuts behind him. He looks up into the ring to see Jay Phoenix waiting for him, almost begging for action. Alias climbs up the stairs and cautiously steps into the squared circle, but as he does he’s met with a flurry of fists from Phoenix, who is more than ready to get this match started. Alias attempts to fend off The Eternal Flame, but Phoenix grabs at his wrist and shoots Alias into the ropes. On the comeback, Phoenix connects with a roundhouse kick that sends Alias down to the mat in a hurry. The Original Pulp immediately rises to his feet and manages to duck a forearm before slamming his elbow into the back of the Eternal Flame. With Phoenix off guard it gives Alias an opening to slam his foot into the back of Jay’s thigh, and then the hamstring. This combination drops the smaller Phoenix down to the canvas.


Richard: Good, make Phoenix realize how much of a dope he really is.


Nick: Alias is one of the more accomplished wrestlers that you’ll see in the sport today. A former ACW World Heavyweight Champion, PTW World Champion, and even had what’s considered the Best Feud of 2004 with former PRIME Universal Champion, Sonny Silver!


Richard: As much as these idiot Russians love Alias, I'll take pwning Phoenix over showing that freak love anyday of the week.


Nick: Two huge fan favorites in the ring and either one of these men could put a huge dent in the Halo.


Richard: I wouldn't go so far, Nick.


Nick: Last year, Tyler Rayne came in at #20 to win the Dual Halo. However, Xavier Kannon did enter #2 and finished in the top 5. Anything is very possible.


Richard: The odds are definitely against you.


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Phoenix rises to his feet only to have the larger Alias grabs him by the neck and wrangle him into the nearby corner. Alias pushes Phoenix away from him and slams his elbow into Phoenix’s sternum, getting some breathing space before climbing to the second rope. He hammers away at the Eternal Flame, but Phoenix pushes away from the corner and connects with a spinebuster on the unsuspecting Alias. Phoenix bounces off the ropes and hits a front somersault into a front flip leg drop across the throat of the Original Pulp. Alias grabs at his throat while rolling over onto his knees. Phoenix scurries to his feet and violently kicks Alias in the back of the head before yanking him up to a standing position.


Nick: A ton of back and forth action between these two highly talented and skilled athletes.


Richard: All of which they will regret at some point when they are bombarded with rights and lefts from about 20 different people.


Nick: We’re getting closer to entrant #4 coming out to go face to face with Ash Plato.


00:07:45



Phoenix pushes Alias up against the ropes, but the Eternal Flame bounces off and nails a clothesline on the Original Pulp that sends both competitors over the top rope and crashing to the floor. Phoenix clears the cobwebs and gingerly rises to his feet, but Alias, even in his current groggy state, manages to kick Phoenix square in the knee. Jay collapses to one knee, giving Alias the opening he needs. Alias slams his knee into Jay’s face. Phoenix falls backwards while Alias scrambles to his feet, pulling Phoenix back up and slamming him face first into the cage.


Meanwhile, the fans are looking up at the PRIME*Tron, as it’s time for another wrestler to enter the fray.


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00:08:00



The ARENA lights dim down to a pitch black. The PRIME*TRON flickers to life in a montage of devastating, hardcore wrestling highlights. A chilling voice accented in Swedish bellows over the crowd:


"It's about to get ugly..."


Smoke begins to mist over the floor. Laughing and mean, violent babble is heard over the PA.


"...Wicked ugly."


Vince Howard: And now, introducing entrant #4!


As green, white, and yellow strobe lights decorate the entry way, Korn's "Falling Away from Me" begins playing as the crowd begins to cheer as Scraps, one half of the tag team Wicked Ways, emerges from the backstage area, his eyes fixated on the prize at stake here.


Vince Howard: Weighing in at 219 pounds and standing at six feet tall, he is one half of the tag team Wicked Ways, SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS!


The high-risk flyer wastes no time as he races down the ramp and through the open door to Halo #2. He slides in and goes to work on Ash Plato, who obviously didn't expect the sudden attack. Scraps fires repeated forearms to the face of the Judge before shoving him into the nearby corner. Even though he’s slightly smaller than Plato, it doesn’t slow Scraps down. He unloads a sea of elbows onto Ash’s face before dragging him away from the corner and whipping him into the ropes. Plato's momentum carries him back where he falls victim to Scraps flying headscissors. The move gets a generous pop from the crowd.


Nick: Scraps is coming out here and knows he has a very good chance here to make a name for himself outside of the tag-team ranks.


Richard: I like him. He's my new pick.


Nick: I swear if you turn into Hennan from those past Rumbles...


Richard: He's got a tag partner coming out later who will give him ample time to gain his breath.


Nick: Whatever. He's got a mountain to climb if he wants to taste gold.


In the other Halo Alias is still in complete control of Phoenix, pulling The Eternal Flame to his feet. With a ton of ferocity, Alias sends Phoenix head first into the nearby ring post. The thud resonates throughout the building and Phoenix stumbles around, unaware of his surroundings. Alias charges full speed ahead, jumping onto the steps and springboarding off, connecting with a DDT that turns off the lights in Phoenix's home.


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"


Back in Halo #2, Scraps rises to his feet and is met with a clothesline from an enraged Ash Plato. The Irish Lion is spun inside out, but Plato is indifferent, continuing his assault. Boots repeatedly connect on Scraps forehead. He struggles getting to a vertical base, and is met with a nasty European Uppercut that sends spit flying from his mouth. Plato takes the advantage by putting Scraps into an Inverted Headlock and slamming Scraps’ back into his knee, sending a howl through the Olympic Stadium.


Richard: This is what I came here to see.


Nick: None of this bodes well for lasting very long in this match. The key is to take as little physical punishment as possible, especially in the opening moments of this match!


00:09:24



Phoenix struggles back to his feet. Alias takes a hold of the hair and tosses him into the squared circle. The Original Pulp climbs onto the ring apron and gives a menacingly glare at Phoenix before hopping back into the ring. He watches as Phoenix crawls away, trying to get some space so he can get back into this match. Alias grabs him by the neck and yanks him back up to his feet. He slams his knee into the midsection of Phoenix, backs up a few inches, and nails a jumping knee into the face of The Eternal Flame. That is the second time he’s taken a knee to the face from the Original Pulp. Phoenix grabs onto the middle rope, refusing to stay down, and stumbles to his feet. Phoenix goes for a jab, but the fresher Alias ducks it, spins Phoenix around, and connects with a release German Suplex.


Richard: HUZZAH!


Plato yanks Scraps up to his feet, but the Irish Lion is ready and kicks The Judge in the gut. Scraps wraps his arm around Plato and executes a DDT into a sitout facebuster. Scraps rolls away from Plato and plots his next move. With Ash in a good amount of pain, Scraps climbs the nearby turnbuckle. He measures The Judge and takes flight, connecting on a nasty headbutt that leaves both competitors on the mat writhing in pain.


Nick: And these fans are just loving the action here in the Olympic Stadium.


Richard: We haven't seen any blood yet so I'm eager to see who the first one to draw color will be. You want to take some action on this?


Nick: No, I'm more curious to see who the next person will be in the fray.


Richard: Your loss.


00:09:45



Phoenix swings wildly at Alias, who manages to duck the shot. He slams his knee into Phoenix's abdomen.. Alias wraps his arm around Phoenix's waist and appears to go for a belly to belly suplex. However, in mid move, Alias segues into a half nelson suplex. Phoenix slams into the canvas with a nasty thud and Alias goes for the first cover of the contest.


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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!


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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


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Nick: Phoenix gets his right shoulder up at the last possible second!


Vince Howard: And now, introducing Entrant #5!


"You think I'm funny... Funny how?"


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


The unmistakable voice of Joe Pesci irritates the eardrums right before Metallica's 'Better Than You' begins to blast through the PA System, the new calling card of Tony 'The Grin' Gamble. He walks out at the same time the music kicks in, passing a quick arrogant glance toward the crowd before making his way toward the ring once the lyrics of the song kick in.


## I look at you, then you me

Hungry and thirsty are we

Holding the lion's share

Holding the key

Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be ##


As the video plays behind him and the music blares through the Olympic Stadium, Tony Gamble marches proudly down the small portion of ramp, no-selling the crowd's jeers and snide remarks as he remains focused on the ring. Up above his head on the Wal*tron, footage from Revolution 94 when Gamble locked The Illustrious Face Eater into his 'Smile For Me' submission and won the Internet Title plays.


## Better than you

Better than you

Better than you

Better than you ##


Tony takes his time walking up the ring steps, staring into the ring for a few seconds with his left hand on the top rope, before he walks into Halo #1. The Wal*tron now shows footage from Revolution 106, where Gamble slams Kenjiro Ito face first into the mat with his 'Stop Laughing At Me' signature move.


## Lock horns, I push and I strive

Some how I feel more alive

Bury the need for it

Bury the seed

Bury me deep when there's no will to be ##


Gamble slowly saunters into the ring with a wide grin painted on his face as he hears the negative reaction from the crowd. Another clip shows on the Wal*tron, this one from the Great American Nightmare; where Tony Gamble became the Five Star Champion by pinning Chandler Tsonda.


## Better than you

Better than you

Better than you

Better than you ##


Vince Howard: Weighing in at 187 pounds and standing at five feet and nine inches tall, he is a former Jewel in the Crown Winner, TOOOOOOOOOOONY! THE GRIN! GAAAAAAAAAAAAMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Gamble pimp walks into the ring as only The Grin can, narrowly doding a running clothesline from Alias. Gamble turns around and slaps the taste out of the Original Pulp’s mouth. The Grin takes a few steps back and produces the permagrin. Alias glares at Gamble. He adds insult to Alias's injury by connecting on a right hand and dropping him with a toe hold. Gamble scrambles to the top of Alias’ head and slams his forearm into the back of the skull. He delivers five shots before yanking The Original Pulp up to a vertical base. Gamble lands a European uppercut and executes a perfectly placed headbutt, turning Alias's legs to spaghetti and putting him on the canvas.


Richard: Well, here’s my favorite!


Nick: That seriously only took ten minutes for you to change your mind.


Richard: I didn’t call a favorite!


Nick: You said Steve Knox!


Richard: Well, let me get back to you on that.


Scraps is back up to his feet and drags Plato across the ring. He lifts the Judge up and blisters his chest with a staggering knife edge chop. Plato fights back with a chop of his own and it's not long before the two are locked in a battle of the chops. Plato gets the upper hand on the slightly smaller Scraps after a few backhand slaps. He Irish whips Scraps into the ropes and connects on a leg lariat. The Judge rises and flips Scraps over, putting the Irish Lion into a Bow and Arrow lock. Scraps grimaces in pain as Plato exerts all his strength on The Irish Lion.


Alias gets to his feet, but is met with a knee to his midsection from Tony Gamble. The Jester of PRIME backs up a few inches and nails a sick Shining Wizard Enziguri that puts Alias on his back. The Grin dusts his hands off, rises up to his feet, and is met with a stiff punch to the jaw followed by another one from The Eternal Flame. Clearly offended, the Jester charges after Phoenix, who connects with an open-handed palm strike sending Gamble to one knee. Gamble tries to shake the cobwebs loose, but The Eternal Flame has other plans, snapping a dropkick off in Gamble's grill.


00:10:50



Richard: Jay Phoenix finally getting on the offensive side of things here!


Nick: He needed that desperately or else he’d be in some serious damage seeing as how he’s probably going to have to wait at least 90 minutes till the final contestant is in if he even wants to consider winning this match!


Richard: I still don't think the kid stands a chance in hell.


Phoenix scrambles back up to his feet only to see Plato with the Bow and Arrow still locked on Scraps. He pauses for a second before he turns his attention back towards Gamble. The Eternal Flame meets him with a stiff kick to the face and proceeds to help Gamble up the rest of the way. He sends Gamble flying into the turnbuckle. Phoenix goes for a clothesline in the corner, but Gamble manages to move out of the way at the last second. Phoenix goes chest first into the corner and Gamble swiftly turns around to connect with a back-to-belly suplex on Jay Phoenix. Gamble doesn't have time to catch his breath, receiving an elbow square in the face from Alias once he stands. Gamble stumbles, clutching his precious meg. Alias connects on another elbow to the back of the head and follows up the brutal strike with a German suplex.


Richard: The Grin is getting pwned by this Alias fellow, and it pains me to say that.


Nick: He’s got bandages around his abdomen, Richard, what did you expect from him?


Richard: True, the mark of a true man is when you have bandages wrapped around your abdomen. Lord knows I plan on trying it out after this match.


00:11:30



The referee checks on Scraps who has been in the Bow and Arrow for over a minute now, and he can see that The Irish Lion is on the verge of passing out. Yet, he refuses to give up, and finally Ash Plato breaks the hold. Scraps tries to get up to his feet, but so many of his muscles have been stretched out that they beg for respite. Plato has no reservations, pulling Scraps up to his feet and slamming his fist into the face of his opponent. He whips Scraps into the ropes, telegraphing a back body drop, but The Irish Lion lands a front flip over the back of Plato. Ash turns around and is met with a kick to the midsection that is quickly followed up with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd is pumped up.


Nick: Scraps starting to make a name for himself in the early parts of this Halo.


Richard: The kid has some promise, although I'm not sure about the rest of these douchebags. Gamble is 1337, Scraps is 2674, but everybody else can screw themselves.


Nick: Keep it classy, RP.


Richard: Always do, Nicky baby.


Alias looks over at Phoenix and both rise to their feet simultaneously. Alias goes to slam his foot into Phoenix’s midsection, but the Eternal Flame catches it and nails a Dragon legscrew on the Original Pulp. Swinging around, Phoenix slams his foot into the gut of Alias and digs his knee into the thigh of Alias. Still holding onto the leg of Alias, Phoenix grabs the other leg, crosses them with each other, and turns Alias over for a Texas Cloverleaf. The fans buzz as Alias groans in pain, but The Original Pulp is saved by Tony Gamble, who proceeds to put Phoenix into a Dragon Sleeper. The Eternal Flame struggles mightily against the tricep and forearm of The Grin. Alias scrambles up and bounces off the ropes, connecting with a flying crossbody on both athletes that send them down to the mat.


Richard: Nice chain of reactions right there over in Halo #1! These three are giving it their all and the fans are just eating it up between these technically sound wrestlers!


Nick: That’s one of the few times tonight that I think we’ll get to hear about how impressed you are with someone’s wrestling.


Richard: Well, I’m trying to rig the heaters so they stop when Lindsay Troy comes out here. With that top on… things are gonna be poppin’!


Nick: You are truly sickening.


The fans continue to watch the action unfold. Scraps whips Ash Plato into the corner before running up the ropes and nailing him with a running knee. Alias is getting back to his feet and drags Tony Gamble up with him. Alias locks the arms and connects on a Tiger Suplex that rocks The Grin's world. The counter on the screen signals the arrival of the next entrant in the Dual Halo as the fans count down with it.


00:11:58


00:11:59


00:12:00



"Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica hits over the sound system.


Vince Howard: Introducing the sixth entrant in the Dual Halo!


"And the road becomes my bride,

I am stripped of all but pride.

So in her I do confide

and she keeps me satisfied.

Gives me all I need."


Fusenshoff steps out from the entrance. No fireworks, just a spotlight, no superfluous spectacles. He's wearing a black leather jacket, wife beater, black jeans and black boots.


"And my ties are severed clean.

The less I have the more I gain.

Off the beaten path I reign.

Rover wand'rer nomad vagabond

call me what you will...."


He makes his way down to the ringside area without even looking out at the capacity crowd. His focus and concentration remains unwavering. The only thing on his mind is what lies ahead. He's not here for the fan support, the achievements, the glory. He's here because wrestling is his release. Wrestling eases his pain.


Vince Howard: Weighing in at 263 pounds and standing at six feet and three inches tall, he is FUUUUUUUUSENSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF!


"Wherever I may roam

where I lay my head is home.

Carved upon my stone:

My body lies, but still I roam... yeah, yeah!"


Fusenshoff walks up to the Halo and watches as door #2 opens up. He walks inside, trots up the steps, and climbs under the top rope. Instead of walking around the ring, he goes straight for Scraps who is mowed down with a vicious clothesline. His attention shifts to Ash Plato, who receives a standing sidekick. Fusenshoff bounces off the ropes and lands a running knee drop. Once Fusenshoff stands up, he’s met with a flurry of punches from Scraps, but pushes the smaller wrestler off of him. Scraps comes back for more and is met with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Plato gets back up to his feet and Fusenshoff punishes him with several knees to the face. Fusenshoff locks his arms accordingly and launches The Irish Lion into an Exploder suplex.


Richard: Big man know how to work it.


Nick: A very impressive start from Fusenshoff, who obviously is looking to dole out some pain on his way to winning the Dual Halo!


00:12:43



Alias slams a forearm to his spine. Phoenix staggers away and stumbles into a completely different corner. Alias digs his shoulder into Phoenix’s stomach before lifting him up to the top rope and following suit. Phoenix has no idea what he's in store for but doesn't want any part, slamming his forearm into Alias's face. The Original Pulp retaliates with a slew of punches but the Eternal Flame keeps fighting through the pain until he leaps into the air, wraps his legs around the neck of Alias, and nails a hurricarana from the top rope to the outside of the ring. Phoenix’s body lands hard on the mat while Alias’s body slams into the side of the Halo. The fans are stunned. The first giant move in the match and they show their appreciation.


PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT!


Nick: And it didn’t take us very long to see the first crazy, insane move of the evening, and something tells me we’re only to see more of those kinds of moves with the likes of Tyler Rayne and Chandler Tsonda still to come!


Richard: I’ve never seen so many wrestlers willing to sacrifice their body as I will see in this year’s Dual Halo match.


Nick: It happens always without failure.


00:13:14



Fusenshoff whips Plato into the ropes and looks for a back elbow to the face of the Judge, but is instead met with a flying forearm from Ash. Fusenshoff goes down, but shoots right back up. Plato isn't startled and plants his feet into Fusenshoff's face with a standing dropkick. Fusenshoff refuses to stay down, getting right back up and walking into a hip toss from Plato. The Judge bounces off the ropes and nails a Muta style elbow to the sternum. Plato gets up and drags Fusenshoff up to his feet, but he's met with a forearm to his back from Scraps. The Irish Lion spins Plato around and levels him with another forearm to the jaw before whipping him into the ropes. Unfortunately, Scraps is forcefully turned around and lifted high into the air by Fusenshoff. Fuse torpedoes Scraps into Plato, who crumble to the mat in a heap.


Richard: Talk about killing two birds with one stone.


Nick: I’m not certain Scraps appreciates being used as a stone though.


Richard: Well of course not. You’re never going to be happy if you’re being used in that manner.


Gamble notices Phoenix fighting to stand up. The Grin slides underneath the bottom rope and takes The Eternal Flame by the collar, brings him over to the steel, and slams his head repeatedly into the cage. Phoenix drops to a knee and tries to move away from the suddenly aggressive Gamble. He takes Phoenix down to the ground with a bulldog.


Richard: Rep the shorties out there, dawg.


Gamble springs to his feet and rolls Jay back into the ring. The Gamble slides in underneath the bottom rope but never notices Alias sliding in to the left of him with a prepared knee to the sternum. He grabs a hold of Gamble's head and spikes him into the canvas with a DDT. Seeing his opportunity, Alias rolls Gamble over and attempts the pinfall.


00:13:48



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Nick: And a close call there for Tony Gamble, who could’ve seen his Dual Halo ambitions cut rather short here by Alias!


Richard: I would’ve been highly upset.


Nick: Not really a surprise.


Behind them though, the fans are now counting down to the next contestant entering the Dual Halo.


00:13:58


00:13:59


00:14:00



The music starts up, "Half Truism" by The Offspring. Impulse enters the arena just as the guitars kick in. He heads to the ring with purpose, his eyes fixated upon the action happening in the ring as he slaps the hands of the fans whose hands are out for him. The intensity has obviously picked up as he assesses everything as he stands outside of the Halo’s when the door to Halo #1 opens up.


Vince Howard: Introducing the seventh entrant into the Dual Halo! Weighing in at 188 pounds and standing at 5 feet and 11 inches, he is known as the Marathon Man! IMMMMMMMMMPULLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSE!


He enters the ring and comes face to face with Alias, a much larger man, and the two trade bombs with one another. Almost effortlessly, Alias gets the upper hand on Impulse and he whips the high flyer into the ropes. Alias stops Impulse, booting him in the midsection, hooking him around the thigh and shoulder, spinning him around, and planting him into the canvas with bodyslam. Impulse isn't deterred, scrambling back up to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. The Original Pulp doesn't suspect that such a small man would bounce back and execute such a perfectly placed dropkick so quickly. Alias drops down to one knee, giving Impulse an opening. The high flyer slams his knee repeatedly into the face of Alias, until placing Alias into a front facelock and wrapping his legs around the larger body. He starts to use the advantage to wear down The Original Pulp.


Nick: And Impulse looks to have Alias down.


Richard: Alias will have to give up and look at the man, is he really going to tap out?


Nick: Who honestly knows?


00:14:35



Back over in Halo #2, Fusenshoff is holding off Scraps and Ash Plato, keeping the two far apart from one another. He whips Plato into the ropes and lands a Samoan Drop that rocks the Halo. Fusenshoff confidently rises to his feet. Unfortunately, his confidence is brought into question courtesy of a swift kick to the face from Scraps. The Irish Lion whips Fusenshoff into the ropes, leaps into the air, locks the head, spins 1080 degrees, and drops Fusenshoff with a Tornado DDT. He stands back up and comes face to face with Ash Plato, who connects with an uppercut before lifting him into the air and dropping him face first into the turnbuckles. Scraps stumbles backwards into the open arms of Ash who connects with a German Suplex and bridges it for the cover!


OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Richard: And Scraps was this close from being eliminated from the Halo!


Nick: That would’ve been one of the earliest eliminations that I can remember in recent history.


Richard: Which would’ve probably sucked big time for Scraps


Nick: That would have to go without saying.


00:14:57



With Impulse still applying the submission hold on Alias, Gamble turns his attention to Jay Phoenix. The Eternal Flame has his eyes locked on Gamble, soaring through the air and landing a missile dropkick to the chest. Phoenix pulls Gamble up and nails a forearm to the chest of the Grin.


Nick: Phoenix showing his capabilities right here. He could be looking to get rid of Gamble.


Richard: Not gonna happen.


Phoenix whips Gamble into the ropes and lands a beautiful Savate kick, flooring Gamble. Phoenix, the number one entrant into the match, drags Tony to his feet and slaps his chest with unmatched fury. Phoenix runs at the ropes, leaps onto the second rope, turns around and connects with a springboard clothesline on Gamble.


Nick: I don’t think Gamble is having that great of a time right now!


Richard: Gotta take punishment to make punishment.


Nick: That doesn't make a lick of sense.


Richard: Neither do you, kid, neither do you.


Fuse blocks a jab from Plato and throws The Original Pulp out of the ring. Plato is flabbergasted for a second and then blasted with a baseball slide, sending him face first into the side of the cage. His body wracked with pain, he can't help but drop to both knees and breath through his mouth. Fusenshoff walks over, lifts him into the air, and connects with an atomic drop. Fuse grabs onto the back of Ash’s neck and puts the head in between his legs, wraps his arms around the waist, and lifts him upside down. Holding him in place for just a second, Fusenshoff looks down and leaps into the air, landing a nasty spike piledriver.!


Richard: Oooh! Not good at all for Plato!


Nick: Nope, not at all.


00:15:26



Fuse gets back to his feet only to be met with a suicide dive from Scraps.


Over in Halo #1, Impulse struggles to hold onto Alias' body, but the spine shivering forearms that Alias keeps landing are making that objective quite difficult. Alias painfully rises back to his feet with Impulse’s body wrapped around him. Alias thinks a second and runs full speed into the corner. He feels the grip loosening when Impulse's body slams against the corner. He holds onto Impulse before connecting on an airplane spin into a backbreaker on the Marathon Man. Impulse rolls around on the ground as Alias bounces off the ropes and nails a leg drop across his throat.


Nick: And now, Alias out of that submission hold.


Richard: From the look in his eyes Nick, it didn’t do much to him anyways.


Nick: Not certain that I’m really that surprised. Dude has bandages across his abdomen.


Richard: Yeah, I don’t think that line is going to get old at all tonight.


Nick: Good.


Fuse starts to get back up to his feet. Scraps is on the edge of the ring, waiting patiently as Fusenshoff becomes fully vertical. The Irish Lion uncoils, running along the edge of the ring and connecting with an STO. Scraps holds the back of his head, narrowly missing a lariat from Plato, but turns around just in time to connect on a dropkick that sends Plato stumbling into the ring post.


00:15:59


00:16:00



Richard: And the entrants just keep on coming!


The crowd ripples with anticipation as Metallica’s "Master of Puppets" kicks in with full force. As the lyrics begin, Duke Williams bursts onto the arena stage as the eighth entrant into the Dual Halo! Duke starts playing to the cheering crowd as the steady thrash metal rhythm pours from the speakers.

"End of passion play, crumbling away,
I'm your source of self-destruction!
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear,
Leading on your deaths construction!
Taste me you will see,
More is all you need,
Dedicated to,
How I'm killing you!"



Vince Howard: Introducing the eighth entrant into the Dual Halo, standing at six feet six inches and weighing in at 303 pounds, he is the MALICE MAN! DUUUUUUUUUUUKE! WILLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAMS!


The Old School Brawler makes his way down the ramp and sees the door to Halo #2 is open. He storms right in and comes face to face with Scraps as he starts whoopin’ on Scraps as hard as he possibly can, nailing him with fist after fist that stuns the Wicked Ways member.


Nick: And these two faced off over the Tag Team Championships just a few short weeks ago


Richard: And apparently, they’re picking up right from that moment


Williams tosses Scraps into the Halo and nails him with a few more punches. Wanting to keep The Irish Lion off guard, The Malice Man rolls him back into the ring. Williams slides in only to be met with a few stiff kicks to the back of the head from Scraps, who then connects on a dropkick to the face.


Richard: The PCW stalwart going heads up with Scrappy.


Williams is woozy, but starts to stir, assisted by Scraps. The Irish Lion grabs The Malice Man by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes. Unfortunately, the moment Scraps turns around he is met with a malicious clothesline courtesy of Mr. Williams. Scraps goes down to the mat hard and Duke wails on him with unrequited right hands, refusing to slow down as the fans give their seal of approval.


00:16:39



Richard: And Duke Williams is shaking up Scraps whole itinerary.


Nick: Was that code for something else?


Richard: I have no idea.


Impulse is met by the Eternal Flame. Having been in the Halo from the very get go, he’s still fired up. Phoenix slams his elbow into Impulse's throat and whips him into the ropes. However, Impulse has other ideas, dodging the telegraphed clothesline from Phoenix, shooting himself off the ropes, and landing a nasty forearm to the top of the head. Both competitors hit the mat with a nasty thud. After a quick respite, both men scramble back to their feet but Impulse manages to put Phoenix down first with a dropkick that rattles the ring. Outside of the ring, Alias has Gamble up over his head. The Grin tries to squirm away but is dropped sternum first onto the steel steps. The fans, even though they aren't huge supporters of The Grin, groan at the sight of a grown man being placed in that kind of agony.


00:16:54



Nick: The action isn’t slowing down for a moment!


Richard: That’s the way I like it Nick! Wrestler after wrestler coming out here and what should be a hell of a two and a half hours match.


Nick: One of the most brutal matches that anyone will see, not only physically, but mentally. You have to prepare yourself, especially if you’re here in the early workings of the match, to go to the very limit otherwise you won’t make it to that Golden Ticket.


Richard: One of these years, I’m going to pay someone to win the Golden Ticket for me.


Nick: You do that.


00:17:04



Fusenshoff gets back up to his feet only to have the shoulder of Ash Plato slam into his midsection. Fuse stumbles, clutching his ribs, as Ash Plato whips Fuse into the cage and Fusenshoff slams face first into it. Fusenshoff stumbles backwards right into the waiting arms of Plato, who connects with a double knee backbreaker. Inside of the ring, Duke drags Scraps up to his feet before whipping him into the corner and connecting on a clothesline. He stalks over and hammers The Irish Lion with stiff forearms until Plato slides into the ring and dropkicks Duke in the back. Williams is rattled, stumbling back into the corner. Plato charges ahead, leaves his feet and lands a big splash on both competitors.


Richard: And Ash Plato is making sure he’s doling out the punishment instead of taking it.


Nick: Kind of the key to winning this match, if you ask me.


Richard: Well, this is like our half dozenth Halo?


Nick: I think so.


Richard: We’re practically experts at this Nick! We know what we’re talking about.


Nick: The idea of you being an expert at anything when you can’t even pee standing up is just a scary notion.


00:17:29



Alias grabs Gamble, rolls him back into the ring, and slides in after him. Alias scurries to a standing position and boots Gamble in the midsection. The Grin is in perfect position for Alias to lock the arms, drop the head, and land a Sitout Crucifix powerbomb. The referee drops down for the count.


OOOOOOOOOOOOONE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


TH—NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Nick: The pain that Gamble’s going through right now—


Richard: It’s not good, I’m just going to say that.


Nick: But, Alias has been rather impressive in the early workings of this match.


Richard: His style fits for this match and something tells me the more brutal it gets, the better he’s going to get. I mean, he’s got bandages across his abdomen!


Nick: Still not old!


00:17:50



Phoenix gets back up to his feet and slams his boot into the gut of Impulse. Shifting gears, he nails Impulse with a snapmare suplex. However, before he can even get back to his feet, he’s met with a knee to the face from the Original Pulp.


The Halo counter becomes the focus of the fans attention..


00:17:58


00:17:59


00:18:00



I Predict a Riot" by the Kaiser Chiefs cues up. Emerging from the back is Jack Conway who wastes no time racing down the ramp and enters Halo #1. He leaps over the top rope and lands on Alias, throwing fist after fist without paying the other competitors any mind.


Vince Howard: Introducing the ninth entrant into the Dual Halo, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, he is one half of the tag team, The Union! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOONWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!


Conway drags Alias up to a vertical base, whips The Original Pulp into the ropes, and connects with a hip toss. Alias grunts and groans, slowly rising back up to his feet. He's met with nasty elbow shots courtesy of the Motor City Maniac. He knees Alias in the midsection and lifts him high into the air with a vertical suplex. Conway stalls for a moment, letting the blood rush to The Original Pulp's head for fifteen seconds before falling backwards. Conway, feeling pretty good about himself, gets up to a standing position and is met with stiff knees from The Grin. Gamble shifts styles, landing a drop toe hold and applying a Front Chancery. Conway struggles, trying to counter out of the hold and get back on the offensive.


Nick: Talk about Conway coming in and imposing his will upon Alias.


Richard: That’s the way to do things in the Halo. Come out hot, but unfortunately for Jack, Gamble was ready for him.


Nick: Yeah, that’s never fun.


00:18:28



Before anyone can react in Halo #2, Fusenshoff gets back into the ring and starts unloading on each competitor with powerful right hands. He's stuck in that Intense trance from Night 1 after his grueling battle with Hessian. He bounces off the ropes and connects with a diving clothesline onto Scraps. Fuse gets back up to his feet only to be met with a jab from Duke Williams. Fuse shakes off the pain and manages to slam his knee into the midsection of the Malice Man. Fuse bounces off the ropes and connects with a rising knee strike. He turns around and catches Plato coming off the ropes, planting him with a spinebuster.


Richard: Talk about Fusenshoff nearly clearing out the entire ring right there.


Nick: He had been sort of pushed around for a few minutes, but then just roared to life when I don’t think anyone really expected it.


Richard: That’s always the best way to do everything.


Nick: Now, Fuse is on top of Halo #2 while everything keeps going back and forth over in Halo #1.


00:18:53



Phoenix rises to his feet, already exhausted, and kicks Alias in the midsection before grabbing the head and nailing a snap DDT. He turns his attention over to Gamble who still has Conway in the submission hold. Phoenix comes around and puts Gamble into a rear naked choke, but Gamble refuses to let go of Conway as the referee checks on both men.


Nick: A double submission hold over in Halo #1


Richard: Duke Williams just connected with a belly-to-belly suplex on Fusenshoff.


Nick: Conway is being wrenched harder then I think anyone should be because Gamble is in a world of pain himself.


Richard: And Phoenix is just refusing to let go.


00:19:11



Duke Williams gets up to his feet and drags Fusenshoff up with him. The Malice Man whips Fusenshoff into the ropes and sticks his big boot into Fuse's face. Plato comes up behind Duke and slams his forearm into the back of the head before throwing him to the outside. Plato follows behind Duke and plasters The Malice Man with a powerful right hand.


Alias comes back to life and grabs the ankle of Conway, yanking him out of the ring. Gamble loses his control over Conway and is caught in the choke of Phoenix. Alias plants his foot across the jaw of Conway as Phoenix lifts Gamble up into the air and nails him with a reverse suplex.


00:19:37



Richard: We need like four people to keep track of all the action going on inside of the ring.


Nick: Especially since we’re just a few seconds away from having another person enter the Halo.


Richard: Wanna wager any guesses?


Nick: Oh, I’m gonna say that—Scraps off the top rope and crashes into Plato and Williams as all three of them just went into the side of that cage.


00:19:48



Scraps is the first one up to a vertical base, sliding back into the ring and running full speed at the ropes. He leaps onto the top rope and springboards into a 620 degree plancha. The fans continue to eat up the action.


00:19:57


00:19:58


00:19:59


00:20:00


"My Hero" by the Foo Fighters begins to play over the arena speakers. Emerging from behind the curtain is the former World Wrestling Alliance World Champion Ryan Blasier.

He wears his customary black full-length tights, with the letters 'B-A-M-N' written in neon green lettering down each leg, with one black knee and elbow pads completing his ring attire. Standing out is the the fact his right knee is protected by a silver plated, titanium knee brace. Along with his wrestling attire, he wears a red and black robe, the hood pulled up over his head covering his sandy brown, medium length hair, his face hidden beneath the cowl, the shadows seemingly mingling the two-day stubble on his cheeks.

The reaction of the crowd, naturally, is one of booing. Blasier cares little for this, however. He responds to their screams of hatred with a sneer of disdain. Head lowered, piercing blue eyes peering out through the deep hood, staring straight ahead. For him, there are no fans. For him, there is only the Dual Halo. Nothing else matters.

With a casual grace, he makes his way down the aisle toward the unorthodox plexiglass structure, circling it one time, as if on an inspection tour around it. Satisfied with what he apparently sees, he heads for the entrance to the Dual Halo, and enters.

Standing at the entrance, he pauses. Turning to face the crowd, the first time he's even bothered to acknowledge them, he thrusts his arms out wide, head falling back. Hood comes off, sleeves retract to produce fisted hands. More booing rains down on him, cascading him like a violent hale storm. Again, he offers nothing more than a sneer, his eyes closed tight, soaking in the moment.

He lowers his arms, head falling forward once more, his eyes narrowed in a scornful glare. Turning his back to the crowd once more, he enters the Dual Halo structure.


Nick: One of the lucky outsiders who got the chance to be in this historic match.


Richard: Who the fuck is this peon?


Nick: A WfWA Hall of Famer, 2 time World Champion, 2 time Wrestler of the Year-


Richard: Blah, blah, he hasn't done a damn thing in PRIME. Let him show me something in here, but he's not going to be my pick.


Nick: I'm sure he's hurt by that.


Richard: I'm better at picking out trends than Jim Cramer so at least I got that going for me.


Blasier slides underneath the ropes of Halo 2 and targets Ash Plato, who has been in the Halo longer than anybody. He backs Plato into the corner and delivers precise body shots that cause The Judge to grimace in pain. Blasier takes a hold of the wrist and shoots Plato off into the ropes, connecting on a back elbow to the nose. Duke Williams decides to introduce the newcomer to PRIME by landing a double ax smash to the back, stumbling Blasier forward into the ropes. Blasier turns around and is greeted by two hands around his throat from The Malice Man. Using quick thinking ingenuity, Blasier puts a knee into the groin of Williams, reaches up, and spikes the big man into the canvas with a DDT. Scraps, recovering from his death defying 620 Plancha, returns to the fray, springboarding onto the top rope and heads straight for the freshest man in the Halo. Blasier turns around, but not quickly enough, getting caught in the hurricanrana that sends him out of the ring. Fusenshoff is there on the outside to meet him, make his day, and send him into a world of hurt with a brutal spear.


Nick: Fusenshoff not afraid to show the newbs what's up.


Richard: Welcome to PRIME, kid. The chips are free.


Tony Gamble and Jay Phoenix are brawling it out like two old dogs over the last bone. Gamble lands a knee to the midsection but the move lacks power. Phoenix connects on an elbow to the side of the head and slings Gamble over in a Judo throw. The Grin is helpless, only able to watch as Phoenix shoots off the ropes, cartwheels in the air, and lands a standing moonsault. Once Phoenix rises to his feet, he is met with a stinging roundhouse kick to the midsection from Alias. The two martial artists go to battle, Alias reaching around and locking the neck of Phoenix. Planting his left foot, Alias steps forward and delivers a Muay Thai knee to the head. Phoenix is rocked, dazed, and in dire need of an ice pack. Alias winds his knee up a second time and goes for the second Muay Thai knee, but Phoenix uses his quick reflexes to block the knee, and sweep Alias from his standing position. Phoenix rolls through, going over Alias's body, spinning around, and locks in a Heel Hook. Alias knows that he's in trouble and could have a broken ankle before fifteen seconds is over.


Nick: That move is nasty. We might have our first elimination one way or the other. That hook is in deep.


Richard: Too many people roaming around the Halo. He's not going to get this.


Luckily, Tony Gamble is there to save him with a legdrop from the top rope that rocks Phoenix and relinquishes the hold. Alias shows his gratitude by delivering a standing spinning heel kick with his good leg. Jack Conway busts back into the scene and lands a nasty clothesline that brings Alias over the ropes and down to the floor. The Union member stands tall for the time being.


Nick: The Union representative standing tall for the PRIME tag division.


Ryan Blasier and Scraps have foregone the 'Every Man for Himself' philosophy and are content to work on Duke Williams together. The two heels each take a side of The Malice Man, lock a side of his tights, and place their heads underneath his arms. Straining their already fatigued bodies, they manage to put Williams on the top rope. Giving each other a nod, they start climbing the ropes and assume their positions from the ground. The Malice Man shows resistance, but doesn't have enough power in his body to prevent the double superplex from the top rope. He lets out a giant scream of anguish, his back more aged than most in the competition, and is met with a stinging Shining Wizard from Fusenshoff. The powerhouse jumps back up to his feet only to find the new team of Scraps and Ryan Blasier chop block each of his legs. They rise up and go to work, putting the boots onto his battered sternum.


Nick: I wonder how Rippa is going to feel about this if he decides to come out soon.


Richard: Imagine if they are the final three, two on one, Wicked Ways aren't going to give a damn what happens to this kid in the end.


Jay Phoenix clutches his head from the force of Tony Gamble's top rope leg drop. Alias claws at the cage to get back up to a standing position. Impulse has been quietly recovering in the corner and now explodes from his stagnant position, grabbing a hold of The Grin, bending him over, locking an arm behind the back, putting The Grin's right hand in between his legs, and swinging him around into a Pump Handle Slam. Jack Conway turns around and goes for a standing side kick, which Impulse catches. He backs Conway into the ropes and rifles off shin kicks to the only upright leg of Conway. Having your only available wheel slaughtered hurts pretty damn bad. Even though Impulse only weighs a shade under 200, the kicks are accurately placed. The big man is subjected to four of these brutal kicks before Conway goes straight Matrix, spinning around and delivering a roundhouse kick to the head of Conway, dropping him through the ropes onto the floor.


A plethora of heads turn shift to the entrance ramp and await the arrival of the next competitor.


Nick: Another person ready to jump into the mix.


Richard: Oh joy.


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All men condemned by men to die,
damned by blind bitch in hollowed halls...
hear and heed...
it's call

Oh fuckiiiiiiiiiiing eeeeeternal.

Vince Howard: NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE~!

A scruffy bearded, long haired man in full judo attire steps out from the back. A blue "9" finger-painted on his forehead. The fans cheer and jeer to a reasonable degree for someone debuting who looks as strange as this. His walk to the ring is slow and focussed.

Infinity's Hour Glass will... measure all, measure all...
Soul... powerrrr...

Oh fuckiiiiiiiiiiing eeeeeternal.

So cover youuuuuuuur balls!
'cause we, swing, kung-fuuuu....


Richard: Great, another martial artist. We need to get more pure wrestlers in this place, Nick.


Nick: A judo expert and someone who made a definitive statement by recently defeating former 5 Star Champion Jonathan Winters.


Richard: Everybody has done that at some point in their career.


Nine rolls into Halo 1 and sets his sights on the smaller Impulse, grabbing his body, and slinging him effortlessly with a Judo throw. Nine spins around Impulse's free arm and lands a knee onto the shoulder. Tony Gamble comes over to Nueve, but is caught in an over the shoulder throw that puts him on his back. Nine keeps a hold of his arm, drags Gamble over to the ropes, places the arm on the second rope, puts his foot on the wrist, leaps into the air, and comes down with his full body weight onto the limb.


Richard: That is assault, dude.


Nick: Gamble knew what the potential repercussions were when he signed up for this.


Gamble screams in agony, rolling around the ring, potentially with a broken forearm. Jay Phoenix spins Nine around, ducks under the intended strike, and lands a picture perfect jawbreaker. Nine staggers back, but doesn't succumb, rushing forward again. Phoenix is waiting on him, catches him around the waist, and spins him around in a belly to belly side suplex. Alias uses the allocated time to sneak up behind Phoenix, lock him in a Full Nelson, and bring The Eternal Flame up to his feet. Phoenix tries the standing switch, but his strength is being sapped. Alias is able to fling Phoenix backwards, dropping him straight down on his head.


Nick: Ouch! Phoenix has already taken a ton of abuse in this match, that can't be good for him.


Richard: I would say that it's perfect vengeance for trying to lock on a submission and get the man out that way. You don't go after the ankle. Tyler Rayne can attest to that better than anybody.


Ryan Blasier and Scraps continue working together in order to wear down the competition. Rippa has not entered yet, so being the tag team specialist that he is, Scraps is pretty easy to work with. Fusenshoff is their next target. The duo bring him to a standing position, connect with stereo forearms, and whip Fuse into the ropes. Fusenshoff sees Scraps go low and Blasier go high and can't do anything to avoid the incoming spot. He crumbles over and falls face first onto the canvas. Scraps rolls out of the ring onto the apron, leaping onto the top rope while Blasier brings Fusenshoff to a standing position. Scraps crouches down and takes flight.


Nick: UH OH!


Richard: I'm not going to give you Carl Lewis National Anthem dap on this one.


Unfortunately for the newly found tag team, Fusenshoff spins himself 180 degrees and forces Scraps to land the top rope clothesline onto his compadre. Fusenshoff darts back around, locks Blasier by the throat and shoves him down in a massive chokeslam that warrants a cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Blasier is too fresh to be put away and kicks out before the three. Ash Plato comes over to the scene and drops an elbow on the injured Scraps. Snaking around to Scraps head, The Judge drops an elbow on the forehead and mounts The Irish Lion. He is able to throw uncontested punches, since the only person who would be willing to help Scraps out is in a world of hurt. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Scraps eyes roll back into his head and Plato finishes off the series with a headbutt to the mouth. Duke Williams, recovering from his earlier superplex, bounces off the ropes and puts a shoulder into the back of Ash Plato, causing him to arch his back and fall to the canvas. The Malice Man picks The Judge off the canvas, shoves his head in between the legs, wraps his arms around the waist and lifts up, keeping The Judge in position to serve a point. He's The Motherfucking Malice Man and nobody can take that away from him.


The powerbomb is massive. It hurts. Ash is down. Another cover.


Nick: This could do it! Ash Plato has been in there a long time!


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Fusenshoff puts a boot into The Malice Man's head and breaks up the intended pinfall.


Tony Gamble and Jay Phoenix placed against the ropes and being kicked repeatedly by Nine. The judo specialist is unrelenting and knows exactly where to place his kicks. Phoenix and Gamble grimace after every boot is placed into their body, not able to do much since they are tied in the ropes. Impulse and Jack Conway are locked over in the corner while Alias is biding his time. Everybody needs a breather regardless of how tough they are. He deduces what person that he wants to attack. Nine is still delivering brutal shots to both Phoenix and Gamble, who might have to forge an alliance to get out of the predicament. Conway gains an advantage on Impulse, even though the smaller man is delivering knees and kicks with all his might. When he sees the availability of Conway and Impulse, his mind is made up. Alias goes to the adjacent turnbuckle, crouches down, charges ahead, and leaps into the air. Both of his knees slam into the back of Conway and Conway's momentum carries into Impulse. Both men slump down to the canvas.


The counter brings everybody back to focus on the entrance way.


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"I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang plays, signaling the arrival of the only member of Team VIAGRA USING that theme song during tonight's Halo as his singles theme. Tony Davis, the destroyer of Heat, the Degenerate, is shoved from the backstage area out onto the stage. Confused, Davis casually walks out onto the entrance rampway and takes a seat, Indian style. He pulls out a Nintendo DS, unaware of the chaos around him, and begins to play.


Nick: Tony Davis out here now... I'm not sure he's got a full set of marbles.


Richard: I'm pretty sure everyone loses a marble. Hell, I chuck mine at passing cars from bridges.


Thee officials walk up the rampway to Tony, lifts him to his feet forcefully, and shoves him into the Dual Halo cage, DS still attached to his hand.


Richard: Unless they are packing some of the pills, then I don't give a damn about them.


Nick: Your best commentary comes when Bryan Dawkins is out here doesn't it?


Richard: Don't get me started on him.


Tony Davis jumps into Halo 2 like a house of fire, bull-rushing through the ropes and ready to attack. Fusenshoff is there to welcome him, staggering Davis backwards with a right hand. Davis doesn't back down, landing a right hand of his own. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. He grabs a hold of the wrist and shoots Fusenshoff into the ropes. Fuse reverses the whip and goes for a jumping clothesline, but Davis ducks underneath. Fuse turns around and is put down in a swinging neckbreaker. Davis rises up, bounces off the ropes, and plants a knee into the side of Fusenshoff's head. Scraps has found the energy to get back to a standing position, only to receive a powerslam for his troubles courtesy of The Original Degenerate. Scraps grunts out in his pain. His partner in crime, Blasier jumps back into the scene, taking the back of Davis and attempting to lock on a sleeper hold. This proves to be an effective idea as he's able to lock the legs around the body and arm around the throat.


Nick: Could spell disaster right here. Blasier has that locked in tight.


Unfortunately for Blasier, Tony Davis is boys with High Flyer and that means he knows a lot of effective counters. He drops backwards, putting all of his 235 pounds into the front part of Blasier's body, sucking the wind out of his body. Davis turns around and nudges Blasier out of the ring.


Richard: Real tight, Nick, real tight.


In Halo 1, Alias and Nine turn their attention to one another. They are the only two competitors standing at the moment. Quickly locking up in a collar and elbow exchange, they jockey for position, each attempting to get the better of the other. Nine has fresher legs but Alias has more weight on his body. After a few seconds, they break the hold, circle around, and try again. Nine plants his feet and goes for a leg sweep, but Alias is too smart to take the bait. He shifts his feet out of the way, attempting to slowly shift his arms up for a Muay Thai clinch. Nine realizes this, sees the knees of Alias coiled, and breaks away from the hold. Both competitors continue to stare down one another, oblivious to everything else around them. Jay Phoenix and Tony Gamble are doing the unthinkable, working together, and freeing themselves from the ropes. Jack Conway and Impulse are grunting and groaning while on their backs, doing a body check to see if any permanent damage was done. Considering that the grappling hasn't proven either superior, Alias and Nine get in their respective judo and Muay Thai fighting stances.


Richard: Someone get me a pillow because I'm about to fall asleep over here. WRESTLE!


Nick: They are both respected men of extraordinary disciplines-


Richard: I could discipline someone better with a fucking ruler than these guys.


A whistling catches their attention and forces their head to turns. The Eternal Flame and Grin fly into the scene, landing a double clothesline that takes the martial artists down. Phoenix goes to work on Nine, bringing him over to a corner while Gamble does the same to Alias. The two former foes pound the martial artists with body shots and kicks to the legs. Gamble connects on a forearm to the head. Phoenix lands a shin kick to the liver. Gamble puts an elbow into the top of Alias's head. Phoenix drives a knee into the thigh of Nine. Gamble and Phoenix look back, exchange a look, and whip their martial artist opposition into one another. Their heads collide, sending Nine and Alias stumbling in opposite directions. Gamble and Phoenix bounce off opposite ropes and clobber their rivals with stereo clotheslines, sending them down to the floor. Phoenix and Gamble turn around and soak in the roar of the crowd.


RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


Well, Phoenix does at least. Gamble boots him in the groin, grabs the arms, slides through Phoenix's legs, and connects on a Through DDT.


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Halo 2 hasn't changed much. Tony Davis is on the attack against The Malice Man. Davis delivers a knife edge chop, backing Duke into the ropes. A knee to the midsection swings Davis around to the left side of Williams. He locks Williams around the waist and strains his back muscles to lift The Malice Man up in a gutwrench powerbomb. The crowd is in awe at the sheer amount of strength that Davis is displaying. Ash Plato uses the fact that he's been down for quite a while to his advantage, kipping up behind Tony Davis, locking him around the waist, and throwing him overhead in a release German suplex. Davis folds like an accordion and falls out of the ring. The Judge once again has control of his Halo.


Nick: The longest lasting man in Halo 2 has finally regained control. He stands king over the rest.


Until Scraps leaps onto his shoulders and falls backwards, forcing Plato to go backwards with him in a reverse hurricanrana. Fans in the front row cringe at the violence of that move, always a potential career ender.


Richard: Your ability to show objectivity and accurate predictions is fabulous, Nostradamus.


Pavlovian lab rats, your next treat will arrive shortly.


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The lights in the arena go out, casting the building in complete darkness. Then the PRIMEview comes to life, a black and white image of a raging fire acting as the only light.

As the sounds of "Jackson, Mississippi" begin to play, the fire on the screen slowly starts to gain color, till burning an intense orangeish hue. When the heavy beat to the music kicks in, the PRIMEview is taken over by the black&white "KV" angel wing image, and Kaiser Vashaun emerges from the back, a white glowing spotlight highlighting his arrival.

While making his way to the ring, the only light comes from the PRIMEview and the spotlight, which itself, blinks on and off, and fires from different locations in the arena. The result is an alternating image of compete darkness with that of Kaiser's journey occasionally being lit from above.

The spotlight captures every second or third step he takes, giving Kaiser the appearance of moving without being seen.

Once at the ring, Kaiser steps into Halo #1 ready to tear somebody apart.


Nick: Well look who it is.


Richard: THAT'S MY NEW PICK! RIGHT THERE! KAISER FRICKIN' VASHAUN, BABY!


Nick: There has to be another half of the roster coming out, how great can his chances really be, Richard?


Richard: Good enough that I'm calling him as my new pick.


Nick: All of the others will be disappointed.


Richard: Fuck them.


Kaiser Vashaun steps into Halo Number 1 and doesn't target the only man standing, Tony Gamble, but instead goes after the already exhausted Jay Phoenix and lifts him up. A forearm to the side of the head starts Kaiser's run in the Halo. He whips Phoenix off the ropes, drops down, and lets Phoenix go overhead in a back body drop. Phoenix winces in pain while Gamble boots him hard in the sternum. Impulse comes charging at The Next In Line and he gets dealt with accordingly, grabbed around the waist, lifted into the air, and planted into the mat with a sidewalk slam. Kaiser takes a hold of Impulse, bringing him back to a vertical base and slams his head into the turnbuckle. The Next in Line locks his arms around Impulse's waist and thwarts the elbow attempts to throw the outsider overhead in a nasty release German suplex. Jack Conway, the only man in this Halo who can step up to Kaiser in terms of strength, rushes in with a massive clothesline that moves Kaiser back. The Union representative whips Kaiser off the ropes and finds his attempted Irish whip quickly reversed. The Next in Line is waiting, arching himself downward and lifting Conway into the air for a Samoan Drop.


Nick: Kaiser is cleaning house in there. Gamble is astutely staying away from the freshest man in the contest.


Over in Halo 2, Scraps is still in control and attacking his Bar Room rival, Duke Williams. Scraps has The Malice Man backed into the corner and is ramming his shoulder into the midsection. Scraps places a forearm to the side of the head and springboards up to the top rope, leaping back and landing a stiff kick to the ear of The Malice Man. The Irish Lion turns around and gets a boot to the midsection from Ryan Blasier who double underhooks the arms, hoists Scraps up and places him across the knee in a backbreaker. Blasier doesn't hold back, picking Scraps up and landing an elbow on top of the head. Blasier grabs Scraps by the shoulder, spins him 180 degrees, and plants him shoulder first into the ring post. When Scraps staggers back, clutching at his injured limb, Blasier locks his arms around the waist. What he doesn't expect is Fusenshoff coming from behind and locking him around the waist. Risking torn pectoral muscles, Fusenshoff exhibits his raw power, landing a double German suplex on both Scraps and Blasier that sends the crowd into a frenzy.


Richard: That's just straight up scary man.


Nick: You are telling me. There aren't many men in the company who are capable of doing that. The people in this Halo have been going after each other tooth and nail since the beginning.


Richard: I'm amazed nobody made a Halo switch when they had the opportunity.


Nick: Something tells me that when the next one comes up here in a couple of minutes that we are going to see some people switch sides.


Kaiser Vashaun is still dominating Halo 1. Nine has gotten himself back into the mix and probably wishes he hadn't done so. Kaiser lands a knife edge chop and puts both arms around his neck. The judo expert goes to break the hold, but Kaiser is simply too strong. The Next in Line launches Nine across the ring, letting his back smack the canvas. Gamble slides out of the ring and down to the floor while Kaiser drops into a three point stance, measures Nine, charge forward, and takes the air from his body with a devastating splash. Nine slumps to the canvas while Alias rolls in underneath the bottom rope and blisters Vashaun's leg with a Muay Thai kick. Vashaun swings around, attempting an elbow, but this epic fails, and Alias locks Kaiser in an Exploder suplex, flinging him over and going for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Tony Gamble decides to make a friend later, saving Vashaun from the pinfall and dragging Alias out of the Halo. The Grin slams his head into the side of the cage, wraps his body around Alias's arm and drops down in a single arm DDT.


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An immediate burst of guitar goodness blasts into the Russian night and sends the crowd into a frenzy. Although, definitely not the good kind.


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Peter Frampton glides his guitar in the fashion of Chris Cornell, bringing back fond memories of the year 1994 and the classic Soundgarden song. Being one of the two most hated men in the company right now probably doesn't help his standing either when the curtain is thrown open.


The Man in Black has arrived at the Dual Halo.


Nick: No, wait, let me guess, this is your new pick.


Richard: You damn right!


Devin Shakur looks to his left and right, soaking up the hatred that is flowing. He eyeballs all thirteen competitors in the match and walks menacingly slow toward Halo Number 2. The action in the Halo's definitely hasn't stopped, but the fans are riled up to see such a hated individual walking down the aisle, more than eager to get his fill.


His face is still bruised from the beating that he received on Night 1 from Tyler Rayne, but that's not his focus right now. He wants to win the Dual Halo to prove once and for all that he's not a big time choke artist at Pay-Per-Views.


The long black trench coat dangles from Shakur's frame while he enters the Halo and stares up at all of the competitors. Reaching down to his waist, Shakur slowly undoes the straps from his coat and hands the giant accessory to a stagehand before the door closes.


Nick: Shakur is now a part of the action. This is good for absolutely nobody in this match.


Devin Shakur hops onto the apron and methodically steps through the ropes, drawing the attention of everybody else in his Halo. Gamble throws a happy go lucky wave from his Halo, but The Man in Black no sells his longtime ally. He's not the biggest or strongest man in the Halo by any stretch, but he packs the hardest strike going in PRIME today. Fusenshoff, never one to afraid to take on a challenge, steps up to Shakur and receives a resounding spinning back kick, elbow to the back of the head, and knee to the temple for his efforts. Shakur spins his head 90 degrees and looks to see if anybody else wants to indulge. Ash Plato tries to sneak up from behind on The Man in Black, locking his arms around the waist. Shakur breaks the grip and throws Ash over onto his back, places his arm down on the canvas, and stomps the wrist violently. Ash rolls over onto his stomach and receives a hard boot to the ribs. Shakur follows up with an elbow to the back of the head and kips up. The new amount of strength acquired in his time off is paying extreme dividends. Tony Davis bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Shakur from the blindside, sending him forward. One half of TEAM Viagra takes a hold of The Man in Black and throws him into the ropes. Shakur effortlessly, despite giving up twenty pounds, slings Davis back into the ropes and elbows him in the forehead, stumbling him back into the ropes. Duke Williams watches from the corner as The Man in Black unloads with a flurry of punches to the midsection of Tony Davis. If Davis were able to he would probably vomit all over the ring, but Shakur is too close to making him pass out from the pain. He brings Davis out to the middle of the ring, locks his arms behind the neck and unleashes a knee into the head. Davis is wobbly. Another knee drops him down to a knee and a third knee puts him face first into the canvas.


Nick: Shakur just took out a good portion of his Halo in about 45 seconds. That is a dangerous man right there.


Richard: Scraps is grinning like a cat. So long as he's got Shakur there, he can get a much needed breather.


Nick: Got that right.


Over in Halo 1, the other half of the weirdest team in PRIME, Tony Gamble, puts the boots to Jay Phoenix. These two have been acquainted for a significant amount of time. He looks over at Shakur, putting the fisticuffs to Duke Williams, and makes a note that if he can to get a Halo change. Kaiser Vashaun slides underneath the ropes and clubs an emerging Alias in the back, moving in close, locking his arms around the stomach, and dropping backwards in a belly to back suplex. The Grin takes a hold of Phoenix, smacks him in the face, and connects on a Russian Leg Sweep. Gamble kips up and drops back down in an instant with the elbow.


Tony Gamble: Suave


Vashaun decides that he's in this for himself and only himself, connecting on a knee lift that puts Gamble over the ropes onto the floor. Nine bounces off the ropes, charging straight ahead at the unsuspecting Vashaun, and leaps into the air. Vashaun turns around to see Nine's acrobatic display, his right leg at the head and left leg aimed at the legs. Vashaun looks for a way to eliminate himself from the equation, but doesn't find one. He takes the kicks flush and drops through the ropes to the floor. Nine looks down at Jay Phoenix, spins his right leg around, and lands a nasty spider kick to the chest. Phoenix coughs up blood, having been in the match for 30 grueling minutes.


Nick: Come to think of it, Vashaun and Shakur are the odds on favorites right now. They are the freshest of the competitors and have been at the highest level of competition for the longest time. Shakur is still pounding Duke Williams into the ground and I can only imagine how angry Vashaun is going to be when he gets back into the mix.


Nine connects on a knee strike to the head and flips Impulse over onto his back. Nueve bounces off the ropes, does a somersault, connects with a 360 spin, and puts both feet into Impulse's midsection, causing him to grunt and fall out of the ring.


Nick: We have another entrant ready to come in and join the fray.


Richard: I'll bet he's thankful that he's not going to Shakur's Halo with the way he's dominating right now.


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The lights go out. We’re not just talking about the house lights here. We mean ALL the lights. Stage lights. Ring lights. The lights in the backstage hall that always manage to filter through the curtain. The PRIME*view is blank. The monitors at the announce table have switched off. Seriously, when we said the lights went out, we meant it. The lights are fucking out, kids.

There’s a certain timeframe for circumstances like this. Sitting quietly in the dark wondering, much like Richard Parker, what the hell is going on. There’s an acceptable passage of time for things to return to normal. In this case, the lights to come back. That time has passed. The lights are not up. Murmurs spread through the crowd. Whispers that rise with the illuminated cell phones and flaming Zippos of fans who like to, you know… see stuff.

The faintest sounds of rain can be heard from outside. No. Not outside. From the speakers. The rumble of a steady thunderstorm grows increasingly louder as it seeps from the seams of the house sound system. A loud and unexpected boom of thunder startles some of the more inattentive fans from their seats. The monitors at the announce table begin to flicker. They blink on. They blink off. Waving lines and screens of static snow are the only things to be seen.

The PRIME*view flashes to life. A lone, hooded figure marches across the rain soaked plains on screen. Precipitation beats down around him. Pounding him. The night upon the screen is dark. The figure marches on. A deep, ethereal voice speaks out over the sounds of thunder and cracks of lightning.

"And whosoever shed man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. For in the image of God made He man."

The hooded man on the screen stops and pulls a sword from within his hooded cloak. A very large sword. Just as the weapon is completely revealed, a bolt of lightning streaks from the sky, flashing blue across the night and making a silhouette of the man and his sword. The accompanying boom of thunder shakes the arena speakers.

"... shall spread his blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of God."

The hooded figure thrusts his sword deep into the ground. Another streak of lightning flashes from the heavens. Not just on screen...but in the arena as well.

A blue bolt shoots down from the arena rafters, striking angrily upon the stage. The entranceway erupts with towering flames. All down the ramp way, golden pyro ignites in succession, a quick burst of fireworks that ends with the golden explosion of all four turnbuckles.

The golden showers begin to subside. As the sparks fade the shout of an Icelandic rapper breaks out over the speakers.

"What What What Hit it!"

Forget the intro. Forget the sweet bass beat and that infectious guitar riff. We’re jumping straight to the first verse. A single spotlight shines upon...Tyler Rayne. He moves with a purpose down to Halo 1 as Shakur moves into the Halo to greet him.


Nick: And Shakur is going to his halo! We are going to see a Night 1 melee resurrected!


Richard: Not to mention that Kaiser Vashaun is already there. Those two had some tension earlier in the night.


Nick: You can feel the hatred. Everybody has their eyes locked on Rayne. He's the man with the supreme bounty on his head.


In the midst of this entrance, a lot has taken place inside the Halo and people have switched through the tunnels in the allocated sixty minutes. Now occupying Halo 1 are: Jay Phoenix, Tony Gamble, Kaiser Vashaun, Scraps, Fusenshoff, Devin Shakur, Tyler Rayne, and Jack Conway. Inside Halo 2 are: Alias, Impulse, Nine, Ash Plato, Ryan Blasier, Tony Davis, and Duke Williams.


Richard: Finally the en masse switch involved and a lot of new faces are going to collide.


Nick: I'm more worried for Tyler Rayne's safety. Look at what he has to deal with here. Gamble, Vashaun, and Scraps are bad enough as they all want the bounty, but Shakur is standing there also.


Richard: I wouldn't put Phoenix, Conway, and Fusenshoff in the goody goody column just yet. They probably want a piece of Tyler as well.


In the meantime, fights have started to break away. Tony Gamble and Fusenshoff are trading right hands, with Fuse gathering the upper hand. Scraps rushes over and blindsides Jack Conway with a knee to the head and flawlessly segues into a sit out neckbreaker. Jay Phoenix bounces off the ropes and chop blocks Gamble, not forgetting what happened with them in the other Halo.


Meanwhile an intense three way stare down has taken place. Kaiser Vashaun, Devin Shakur, and Tyler Rayne. Normally, this would be a 2 on 1 affair but Shakur has made it very clear that he doesn't want Rayne touched by anybody other than his own hand. In a triangle formation, they are all prepared to strike.


Halo 2 provides a richer blend of wrestling with Nine putting on a Judo clinic for anybody who steps in his path. A throw here. A throw there. Back kick. Wheel kick. Straight punch to the nose. Alias, Impulse, and Ash Plato are all at his mercy. Tony Davis bounces off the ropes and charges straight ahead, connecting on a spear against Ryan Blasier. Duke Williams grabs a hold of his Tag Team rival, spins him around, lifts him up around the waist and plants him in the center of the ring with a Fisherman buster. Seconds later, he bounces off the ropes and destroys Tony Davis with a boot to the head. Nine turns around to face The Malice Man and looks for a spinning enziguri to the back of the head. Duke sidesteps, grabs the back of Nine's head, and slams him down into the canvas with an electric chair drop. Duke tries for a cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Kickout.


Impulse and Alias meet in the center of the ring. Alias delivers a knee to the midsection and throwing himself off the ropes, lifting his legs high, and coming down across the back of Impulse's neck with an ax kick. Duke turns around and pops the downed Impulse with a headbutt to the abdomen. Ash Plato goes over to meet Alias, booting him in the midsection, hooking him by the right leg, locking the left arm, and throwing him backwards for a Fisherman suplex. COVER!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Kickout.


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"WOO HOO!"

"Song 2" by Blur.


Nick: Oh, you have got to be kidding me!


Richard: Dawkins can't get into Halo 1 and you know he wants too so bad!


The Wal*Tron comes to life with the theme, accompanied by pyrotechnics, orange and aqua lighting, and the video package of "The Flyin’ Hawaiian" Bryan Dawkins. Dawkins strolls out of the back to an ovation from some of the crowd, to which he replies with the Hawaiian "hang loose" hand gesture, before jogging down towards the ring.

Dawkins acknowledges fans at ringside and looks into Halo 1.


Tyler Rayne. Devin Shakur. Kaiser Vashaun all in the heat of battle.


He's going to have to wait to get himself in that contest.


Meanwhile, in Halo 2 everybody seems more than eager to receive a 5 Star Title shot by taking Dawkins out. He gives a long stare toward the Halo before the structure is thrown open and he dives in underneath the bottom rope.


Richard: He's going to wish he got deported before this show.


The Bruh dives headstrong, going after the biggest and baddest man in the Halo, Duke Williams. He throws rapid fire shots to the body, trying to get the big man off his feet but nothing is working. Dawkins bounces off the ropes and walks straight into a dropkick from Ash Plato. The Bruh is stunned, walking straight back into the waiting arms of The Malice Man, who grabs a hold of Dawkins, locks him in a Full Nelson and sends him high into the air.


The Bruh swings behind Duke and is able to perfectly stand on the ropes. Duke is waiting for the massive impact and finds none, but doesn't have the time to turn around before he is bulldogged into the canvas by Dawkins. Ash Plato rises up for a forearm but Dawkins blocks, delivers a knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, and whips Ash into the ropes. Ash goes over Dawkins, Dawkins leapfrogs Ash, spins around, and lands a beautiful spinning back kick to the midsection. The Bruh stands to the right of Ash and backflips in the air, landing his right foot on the side of Ash's head. Straight up Pele. The only thing that stops Dawkins from true domination is Alias clobbering him with a forearm from behind and Nine coming over to join in on the assault.


Nick: They are all out to get a piece of that 5 Star Bounty.


Tyler Rayne, Devin Shakur, and Kaiser Vashaun still haven't moved. They are locked in a trance, only averting their gaze to watch Dawkins head into Halo 2. Everybody else continues to wrestle around them and the consequences are starting to be significant. Fusenshoff has a hold of Tony Gamble and puts a knee into his midsection, another, and a third, before lifting him high into the air for a military press. Fusenshoff shows off his raw power and flings Gamble across the ring, over the heads of Vashaun, Rayne, and Shakur. Jack Conway feels like it's a good idea to try and break the tension between the trio in the ring and sneaks up behind Tyler Rayne to get a pinfall victory and become "made".


Rayne is pulled down, but Shakur reaches out and launches him back to a standing position with one arm. Vashaun slowly looks over at the nuisance who sees fit to try and make a name for himself.


Richard: Oh crap. This kid isn't about to get made, he's about to get maimed.


Nick: I think this is an issue they wanted to settle amongst themselves and Conway-


Richard: Is about to get the ever loving shit beaten out of him.


Conway, a decent sized man in his own right, goes flying backwards when Devin Shakur throws a right hand that lands on the jaw. Vashaun pushes out of the way and delivers a knee to the midsection, clobbering him in the back with a double ax handle. The duo sends Conway into Tyler Rayne who boots him in the midsection, locks both arms, lifts up, and plants him with the Deathscythe. Shakur and Vashaun reach down, pull Conway back up, and Vashaun peppers him with jabs while Shakur holds Conway's arms behind his back. Vashaun nudges Shakur aside, gets behind Conway, lifts him up over his shoulders in a reverse Death Valley Driver position, walks around, and drops him head first on the canvas. He's loopy. On the verge of being knocked out cold. Two straight drops on the head aren't going to make things any easier. Especially not when you get yanked up by The Next in Line and Underground Pimp. They shove him into Shakur who lands the Good Times Painful Memories roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Conway drops like a ton of bricks and Shakur sticks his hands out to either man, asking if they want the cover. They both graciously decline and let him take it.


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Eliminated: Jack Conway


Nick: Our first elimination of the contest, Jack Conway. I guess that's what happens when you try to disrupt something that really shouldn't be disrupted.


Richard: Worst odds at the numbers game ever.


Tony Davis is trying his best to work over Bryan Dawkins in the corner with powerful rights and lefts. Davis whips The Bruh into the ropes, who ascends to the top, perches himself on the turnbuckle, twists around in mid-air and lands a Crowning Glory kind of DDT that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Another cover.


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Eliminated: Tony Davis


Nick: Wow, two eliminations in such a fast time span.


Richard: Two less people that we have to worry about ruining PRIME.


Nick: That's convoluted.


Richard: Every year someone thinks they are hot shit just because they win a Rumble. It's disgusting. I could go in there right now, hide under the ring, and emerge at the last second, roll the guy up and win.


Nick: That is called the Jerry Lawler and it didn't work back in 96.


Richard: ...Dammit.


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"Ain't I" by Lil Wayne plays over the speakers as yet another newcomer, Brock Alyas hops over the barricade with a beer in hand, looking to make an impression upon Halo 1.


Nick: NFW's Rookie of the Year strolling out here right now.


Richard: He's got some potential if he's already shitfaced, but fuck NFW.


Nick: They are a pretty prestigious federation, Richard.


Richard: I'll buy that when I'm dead because then I won't care where my money goes.


The suplex specialist steps into the Halo and observes Conway being taken out of the ring after the brutal beating from Shakur, Rayne, and Vashaun. He doesn't know if he wants to jump into that and be eliminated so quickly, so he elects to go over and pound Jay Phoenix in the back, lock him around the waist, and fling him out into the middle of the ring with a suplex. Gamble is being worked like a government mule in the corner by Fusenshoff and wonders why his buddy Shakur isn't coming over to give an assist. Scraps springboards to the top rope and looks to take down Alyas with a hurricanrana, but is caught in mid-air, hoisted high into the air, and dropped hard with a powerbomb. The lights are on but nobody is home. Gamble is taken by the throat, lifted into the air and chokeslammed out into the middle of the ring, on top of Scraps. Fusenshoff and Alyas look at one another before dropping down on top of the pair for a double pinfall.


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Eliminated: Tony Gamble

Eliminated: Scraps



Nick: My lord, both Tony Gamble and Scraps are gone and were eliminated at the same time.


Richard: Why didn't Shakur bother to help out? He is boys in the hood with each of them.


Nick: He's focused on Rayne, Richard, friendships mean squadush in the Halo.


Over in Halo 2, Bryan Dawkins and Impulse are trading blows. Two athletic high flyers such as themselves are one move away from taking out the entire Halo. Impulse whips Dawkins off the ropes, leapfrogs high into the air, rolls under Dawkins, grabs the second rope, leaps up, backflips, and lands a moonsault DDT on The Bruh. Dawkins is disoriented and Impulse finally has some breathing space in the Halo. He goes over to Blasier and puts the boots to him and stalls for more air by putting his boot across the throat of the fellow PRIME outsider. Nine delivers a knife edge chop to Duke Williams in an attempt to get The Malice Man away from him, but receives a double ax handle for his efforts. Nine chops the leg, receives another shot. Duke grabs Nine around the neck and places him on the top rope, only for Nine to thumb him in the eye, scale up the ropes, perch himself, and land a missile dropkick that sends Duke Williams to the canvas. Nine looks down at the big man, clutching his back in agony, and goes back up to the top rope for another move. Catlike, he's able to leap up to the ropes, hold himself in position and fly through the air, landing a perfectly placed elbow to the kidneys.


Nick: The enigmatic Nine continuing to look strong in the Halo, Richard.


Richard: Kid isn't going to win and we all know that.


Nick: Why?


Richard: Because you don't count to 9 for pinfalls. All it takes is three seconds.


Nick: That was the worst logic I've ever heard in my life.


Halo 1 has two sets of trios brawling, Fusenshoff, Alyas, and Phoenix and Shakur/Rayne/Vashaun. So let's take everybody back to Halo 2.


Alias takes Dawkins off the mat, backs him into the corner, and runs a shoulder into the midsection. The Bruh grunts in agony and clubs at Alias's back. He receives another shoulder for his efforts. Blasier delivers a European uppercut to Duke Williams while Ash Plato tries to take Nine's head off with a clothesline, only to hit complete air. Nine back kicks The Judge in the leg, toppling him backwards. Nine lifts Ash into the air over his shoulder and rapidly drops to his knees, completing an over the shoulder backbreaker that sends The Original Pulp out of the ring and to the floor. Bryan Dawkins goes flying across the ring, slamming into a turnbuckle. Blasier breaks his focus from Duke to leap from the ground and put both of his knees into Dawkins sternum. The Bruh stumbles out to the middle of the ring where he is met by a Nine spinning roundhouse kick that takes him to the floor.


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"Walk Like a Duck" by Kurious blares over the speakers and out steps someone very familair to the PTC Community, but not necessarily to PRIME, Exceptional Dave Hurst.


Nick: This man has had runs in both FAW and and OSW, along with holding the FAW International Championship. Another newcomer looking to mark his turf tonight.


Richard: And his nickname is Exceptional?


Nick: Correct


Richard: I need to learn to call myself that in the bedroom. Now hailing from Big Dic-


Nick: No, we're not going there.


Dave Hurst doesn't jump into the ring like most would assume. Instead, he goes over to Bryan Dawkins and starts clobbering him with boots. The Bruh is going to make sure that he torches Lisa Tyler's office if he wins the Halo. This is just an unnecessary amount of punishment. The Exceptional One lifts Dawkins up, locks his arm around the neck, spins 180 degrees, and brings Dawkins back first across his own back. The Randy Orton neckbreaker. Hurst leaves Dawkins down and hops into the ring, heading straight for Nine.


Nick: That might not be such a smart move.


Over in Halo 1, Vashaun grabs a hold of Shakur’s right arm and sends him across the ring. Smacking the turnbuckle with authority, Shakur’s momentum carries him out into a back body drop courtesy of the Next in Line. Vashaun comes out to the center of the ring, grabs Shakur, and hooks him around the waist. A foot stomp from The Man in Black eases the grip and an elbow to the side of the head brings Vashaun to a knee. Shakur delivers a left leg kick that puts Vashaun on his back. Shakur doesn’t have any problem mounting the former Intense Champion and placing well executed rights and lefts onto his head. Vashaun is trying to get a defensive guard up and block the blows, since his head has no where to go, but Shakur is sneaking them through the cracks. One particular shot nails Vashaun on the left ear, causing the big man to buck Shakur off. This only gives Shakur more of a reason to drop an elbow across the forehead and continue with the fisticuffs.


Richard: I guess that goes to show you that Shakur isn't the kind of guy to be messed with.


Nick: So which one of these guys is your pick?


Richard: ...Why you gotta do that to me?


Nick: You claimed that they would both come out on top so which one do you have?


Richard: ...Elvis Nixon because at the end of the day he's going to be the one with the least amount of bruising.


Nick: Might have a broken arm after making all the pinfalls.


Brock Alyas and Fusenshoff are squaring off in a battle of the powerful technicians. Fusenshoff clobbers Alyas with a right. Alyas retaliates. Fuse. Alyas. Fuse. Alyas. Boot to the midsection from Fuse. Fuse goes to lift Alyas up in a chokeslam but Alyas blocks the move, gets on Fusenshoff's right side and hoists him overhead in a T-Bone suplex. Tyler Rayne military presses Jay Phoenix into the air and launches him across the ring in a cross body block that topples Alyas and puts him in a pinning predicament.


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Alyas with a thunderous kickout, and he's none too pleased to see Phoenix. The Ninth Mile gathers himself to a vertical base and slugs Phoenix with a blunt forearm. Rayne doesn't find this at all appeasing and prepares himself for something drastic. Phoenix receives another forearm and before he knows it, has his arms wrapped around his neck. Alyas launches Phoenix out into the middle of the ring, removing Shakur from Vashaun, and putting Phoenix on his back. Rayne charges across the ring, leaps into the air, and lands a Flying Fornication on Alyas, dropping him to the canvas clutching his back.


The clock is about to start ticking.


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The arena lights fade to black and smoke and strobe fills the entrance and the stage as thrashing guitar and bellowing bass fill the ears of the fans in attendance, blaring out of the PA.


You remember, You remember me, yes,

I remember what we are, I remember only scars,

I remember only stars, I remember hell and mother,

I have seen the eye of god, Youth trust gone forever.


As the lyrical tome depicting the Hardcore Monster blasts through the air a massive silhouette approaches the stage, bleeding through the smoke which has a bluish hue through it until he stands before the ramp, shrouded by a long, flowing cape and embraced by the shadows as the light dances around him.


See only the master, risen, risen,

After all the silence, all of him laughing

After all the strangers, beaten, driven,

Try to place all things, in a certain rhythm

Do as the book told you see the pages torn,

Make the spell upon them, in human form,

So we come to call it, the great & awesome dance,

Do you see before you, the Kingdom of Romance.


Breathing in the atmosphere, Hessian raises his arms to the sky and as his hood falls back and his cape flows open, from his open hands a pair of fireballs burst forth suddenly , much to the delight of the screaming crowd who watch as he seems to tame fire.


You remember, You remember his face,

You remember what I am, I remember only weeping,

I remember only sleeping, I remember tearing flesh,

I can only taste the devil, Your tears when you cry,


Closing his eyes for a moment he tilts his head back, quickly looking forward again and roaring as he throws the balls of fire from his hands to the floor in front of him and listening as the applause becomes louder.


Wasted with the children, singing just a hymn,

You can hear them only, crying, crying,

After all the horses gallop to fathom,

Try to fell under you, spine of the dragon,

Do as you consider, writhe & spin alarm,

Spell tricky magic, nails for your savior,

So we bravely gather, though we moan with dread,

Do you see before you, the Kingdom of the Dead.


The entire ramp from his feet at the stage to the ring apron itself ignites and bursts into flame, licking at the air almost four feet high. Hessian pauses for a moment, looking off to the fans at his side before snarling and continuing on down the ramp through the fire as it falls a couple of feet and licks at his legs as he walks on.


Can I remember, I remember you, no,

Can I remember gold, I remember silver eyes,

I remember silver skies, I remember awesome pain

I can hear the horse in darkness, Only he dreams of glory.


Keeping pace Hessian briskly marches towards the ring through the fire as the lights flicker like lightning throughout the arena and the heavy metal of Motorhead bursts the eardrums of fans around the arena. The smoke soon dissipates on the stage and the fire dies down almost completely as Hessian reaches the Halo and is allowed inside Halo number 2.


Kingdom of Romance... Kingdom of the Dead...

Kingdom of the Worm...


ALL MEN MUST SUFFER!


Richard: THIS IS MY NEW PICK! THE INTENSE CHAMPION! HE'S GOING TO SHOW EVERYBODY WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!


Nick: So Shakur is no longer your pick?


Richard: Look at the size of this human being...Or is that a human being?


Nick: He stands the tallest of anybody to come out so far. I think everybody needs to take notice of who he is and just get out of the way. Might make their life a little easier.


Hessian takes a monstrous step over the top rope and draws the eyes of everybody in the Halo. How can he not? The man is 7'2, 355 pounds and the Intense Champion. He's a fucking beast. The valiant competitors in the match appear to be a little uneasy about what to do against the big man, not sure if they want to go after someone so fresh and so gigantic. The only man who doesn't have a problem is Fusenshoff, charging straight ahead and clubbing Hessian in his massive chest. Hessian throws a right hand, Fusenshoff retaliates, Hessian throws a second one and backs his Night 1 opposition into the ropes. He Irish whips Fuse, waits for him on the comeback and puts a boot in his face. Jay Phoenix tries to sneak in from the side, only to be yanked off the ground with one arm and put down with a backbreaker. Kaiser Vashaun leaves Devin Shakur and receives an elbow to the top of the head and a DDT for his troubles. Tyler Rayne springboards onto the top rope and goes for a somersault to startle the big man...Which only lands him in a face first powerbomb. Brock Alyas gets up, unaware of what is standing behind him, turns around, and finds himself on Hessian's shoulder. The Intense Champion walks over to the ropes and drops The Ninth Mile across the top rope in a snake eyes. Devin Shakur, smartly, plays dead and doesn't draw the ire of the Intense Champion.


Richard: Implementing a strategy against Hessian is probably a damn good idea, Nick. He just took out the entire Halo and Shakur is the only one who stayed away.


Nick: Acting dead is a real man's way of getting through the Dual Halo.


Richard: You know it, brother.


Over in Halo 2, Alias has Impulse trapped in the corner and throws big knees into his skull. The smaller man is helpless to stop the onslaught and unable to find a slick counter to bring himself into a better position. Alias locks the arms around Impulse's neck and continues his superior striking, until Impulse can no longer stand and drops to the canvas. On the floor, Ash Plato is torturing Bryan Dawkins by going around his entire body and delivering the Garvin Stomp, putting extensive pressure on vital organs that Dawkins will definitely need if he wants to survive. The Bruh shouts out in agony every time that Plato stomps on him. Dave Hurst elicits a large "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" from the Russian crowd when he puts Duke Williams leg at a 90 degree angle and drops backwards, locking in the Figure Four submission. Duke rises up in pain. If he taps out, then his chances of getting the Golden Ticket are shot. He won't have another chance to get something like this. Nine drops to the floor and observes Ash Plato kneeing Dawkins repeatedly in the forehead, disorienting The Bruh. Nine decides to lend a helping hand. He takes a hold of Plato and drives a knee straight into his back, snakes his arm around the neck, and drops backwards in a reverse DDT. Dawkins is thankful for the small respite when Nine re-enters the squared circle and kicks Alias in the back.


Richard: Nine is a complete dope. He had Dawkins right there for the taking, 5 Star Championship match available, and he goes and helps the kid?


Nick: Maybe he doesn't like seeing injustice. Dawkins has been getting eyed like-


Richard: I do when I walk into a club with all the fly bitches.


Nick: ...Disgusting. He's been the eyed like the prize deer of Halo 2 for a while and maybe someone feels he deserves to have a second to even the odds.


When Hessian goes over to Fusenshoff and yanks him to a standing position, backing him against the turnbuckle and delivering a massive uppercut to the throat, Devin Shakur miraculously recovers and pulls Tyler Rayne up. The Underground Pimp sees the black and explodes, throwing a strike to the forehead that sends Shakur backwards into Kaiser Vashaun. Vashaun clubs Shakur in the back and connects on a spinning elbow to Rayne, sending him down to the canvas. The next entrant is about to come out and everybody looks over to see if they are going to switch Halos.



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"Death of Seasons" by AFI plays over the speakers as another outsider decides to make his presence felt, Aaron James of EPW and WEW fame.


Nick: Yet another outsider. I wonder how many we are going to have enter this contest.


Richard: I say we should send them all to SCCW and trade them for prospects. Maybe get us Desade on a stripper pole.


Nick: That's cruel.


Richard: Woman is a freak, Nick, tell me that wouldn't be hot.


Nick: We're deterring from this fine young competitor who could have a shot to become legendary in the annals of PRIME.


Richard: Who gives a damn.


Nick: His valet is an 18 year old girl.


Richard: ...MY NEW PICK!


The necessary people crowd the Halo tunnel in an attempt to make their way through to the other side. Bryan Dawkins is the first one through, leaping onto Kaiser Vashaun's back and throwing fists at the side of his head. Tyler Rayne knees Devin Shakur in the midsection and slugs him, almost putting him into the Halo tunnel. In the midst of the carnage, everybody gets lost in the shuffle. Hessian elbows his way through the tunnel to get into Halo 2 where he can get the more worn down bodies and rack up eliminations. Aaron James comes into Halo 1 and bides his time, landing a right hand on Alias for good measure. Nine is the only one who stands his ground in a judo stance, waiting for anybody to step to him. Jay Phoenix, exhausted, having been in the match longer than anybody, crouches down in the tunnel for a moment to catch his breath. Ash Plato doesn't have the energy to get out of his Halo and doesn't bother trying to get into the Shakur/Dawkins/Rayne frey. He's content to stay where he is. The same with Duke Williams. He's been in Halo 1 once and doesn't feel the need to go back.


Nick: The doors are going to close pretty fast.


Blasier makes the jump over to Halo 1 along with Impulse before going back to work on one another, trading rights and lefts. Dave Hurst takes Dawkins off Vashaun's back and delivers a sleeper drop, going for the cover and bounty.


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Rayne comes over to break up the pinfall and gets decked by Shakur. Finally, the Halo's close and everybody resumes action. Halo 1 will hold, for at least the next ten minutes: The Bruh, Devin Shakur, Tyler Rayne, Kaiser Vashaun, Dave Hurst, Impulse, Aaron James, and Ryan Blasier. Halo 2 will hold: Alias, Nine, Ash Plato, Duke Williams, Jay Phoenix, Fusenshoff, Brock Alyas, and Hessian.


Nick: I'm not liking the odds for Jay Phoenix and Ash Plato being in there with perhaps the most dangerous man in the Halo, Hessian.


Richard: Lucky for Phoenix he doesn't have the 5 star Bounty on his head otherwise he'd be in massive trouble right now.


Nick: Massive understatement there my friend.


Phoenix and Ash Plato look over at one another, 1 and 2 in the Halo, while Duke Williams steps up to the massive Hessian. The Murder Show has over 50 pounds of weight and six inches in height, but that doesn't stop The Malice Man from connecting on a headbutt. Hessian is rocked and Duke goes right to work, clubbing away at the back of The Murder Show, doing everything that he can to bring the big man down to his knees. A boot to the midsection backs Hessian up. An elbow to the head, sends his head against the buckle and Duke looks out to the crowd. They all respond with a sign of approval. He grabs the head of Hessian and slams him into the turnbuckle. The crowd jubilantly counts along.


"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!"


Hessian backpedals, having the bounty on his head makes him a prime target for anybody who wants to take a stab at him. Nine springboards off the ropes and lands a standing side kick that puts The Murder Show against the ropes, staggering about the ring. Brock Alyas rushes over and clotheslines Hessian, but doesn't get the big man off his feet. Finally, Jay Phoenix and Ash Plato leap from their positions, rush off the ropes, and deliver a double dropkick that puts Hessian on the mat.


"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"


Nick: It took all of those men to bring Hessian down to the ground, unbelievable.


Fusenshoff runs off the ropes and connects on an Ultimate Warrior style splash, going for his share of the Intense Title shot bounty.


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Hessian powers out, but he is also assisted by Alias and Brock Alyas. Fusenshoff is immediately gang attacked, booted in the head and punted in the ribs by the two temporary allies.


What time is it? Not Vader time. New entrant time.


Yeah, that was lame. Fuck off.


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The Olympic Stadium lights dim down to complete darkness, save for all the cell phones and camera flashes. After a period of silence the sound of guitar static is heard growing louder. The PRIME*View flickers to life in a montage of devastating, hardcore wrestling highlights. A chilling voice accented in Swedish bellows over the crowd:


"It's about to get ugly..."


Nick: And here comes two people who have recently made Tyler Rayne's list.


Richard: I hope by list you mean 'Invite to My Birthday Party List.' Because that's the only one I can think of you referring to.


Even more highlights of the duo known as Wicked Ways play over the giant screen. Smoke mists over the floor as the music picks up. Laughing and mean, violent babble is heard over the PA.


"Wicked ugly."


Nick: Oh please.


Richard: If you ask me, and you did, these boys did Tyler Rayne a great service last week. He said he wanted to get closer to Shakur. They just helped him through the window pane in the reunion.


As green, white, and yellow strobe lights decorate the entry way, Korn's "Falling Away from Me" blares over the crowd like a cloud of anger. The Russian crowd begins booing incessantly at the image of Tyler Rayne getting put through a window last week at ReVolution 187.The Pimp faithful inside Olympic Stadium jeer the team of the Swedish Shark and Scraps, the team of Wicked Ways, accompanied by their manager Ruby who seems dressed to infest..


Rippa lets Halo 1 open and jumps into the fray, eager to his hands on either Tyler Rayne, Hessian, or Bryan Dawkins. He wants some bounty.


Tyler Rayne and Devin Shakur are brawling with one another like there's no tomorrow. Bryan Dawkins and Kaiser Vashaun are trading knees, punches, and kicks because nobody is there to pull them apart. Ryan Blasier has a Figure Four leg lock applied on Aaron James in the center of the ring and James could be on the verge of tapping out. Impulse scales the ropes and lands a Whisper in the Wind on Dave Hurst, putting him down to the mat and going for a pinfall that the Swedish Shark feels content to break up. Impulse is yanked off the ground by the much bigger Rippa and thrown like a dart into the cage, sending him down against the floor, bleeding from the forehead.


Richard: (Dusty Rhodes esque) HE GOT COLOR BABY, HE GOT COLOR!


Dave Hurst gets a boot to the midsection from The Swedish Shark, his head locked into the right arm, hoisted high in the air, and for a brief moment Veljumin taunts the Russian crowd before dropping Hurst on his head in a Brainbuster. The lights go out in Hurst's casa and not much of anybody is home. Shakur brings Rayne out to the middle of the ring and wallops him with a right hand. The bruising of both of their faces is to an insane degree, 24 hours not enough time to heal the massive amount of wounds they put upon one another. Rayne fires back with a shot of his own, knee to the midsection and tries to throw Shakur to the floor, but instead The Man in Black launches Rayne over the ropes. Showing his true athleticism, Rayne skins the cat, waits for Shakur to turn back around, and lands a spinning heel kick at the same time Bryan Dawkins lands a Blockbuster off the second rope onto Vashaun. The Bruh and Pimp nod to one another and exchange a high five, both looking like they've been through a few car crashes.


Richard: Disgusting


Over in Halo 2, Hessian is fending off Jay Phoenix and Ash Plato to the best of his abilities. The double team is something that the big man should be able to brush off, but when he looks around the Halo, everybody is keeping a lazy eye on him. He's one of their targets despite being the biggest and baddest man in PRIME. Ash throws a right. Phoenix with a chop. Ash lands a forearm. Phoenix delivers an elbow to the sternum. Both men whip Hessian into the ropes and deliver a chain clothesline...which gets broken by Hessian, who bounces off the ropes and clotheslines both men inside out. Before Hessian can celebrate, Fusenshoff belts him with a direct shot to the temple and drops him to a knee. Fuse mounts Hessian and lands forearm smashes to the side of the head. He wants redemption from Night 1 and is going to get it one way or the other. Brock Alyas makes Alias's day a little more miserable with a superplex from the top rope and a cover.


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Kickout by Alias. Nine is the only one who is remaining quiet, looking for someone or something to go after. Duke Williams slowly rises to his feet, causing Nine to coil. Once Duke gets to his knees, Nine charges into the scene, leaps up, and lands a Shining Wizard, follows through, jumps onto the second rope, extends his body out, and lands an elbow to the sternum. Another cover on the already worn out Malice Man.


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Over in Halo 1, Veljumin Rippa receives a double suplex from Tyler Rayne and Bryan Dawkins much to the delight of the crowd. Shakur and Vashaun both stir to their feet and the "family" prepares to go back into battle.


The clock is about to get hot and drop. God, I'm getting worse with these.


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"Master of Puppets" by Metallica blares over the speakers and the crowd eagerly anticipates one of the members of Delta Upsilon Iota to come out through the curtain.


The returning Colby Korver steps through the curtain, getting the crowd pumped up, and rushes down the ramp to give his elder, Duke Williams, some much needed assistance.


Nick: A second member of DUI getting into this match. With the unpredictability of this match, one never knows when the third member is going to come out.


Richard: Three members versus twenty something still doesn't present good odds, but I doubt any of them are going to try and take DUI out collectively.


Nick: Thus giving them a great advantage.


Colby Korver dives into the ring and goes after Nine, pounding him with rights and lefts to the body due to Nine's attack on Duke Williams. Duke slumps down and out of the ring, having taken a pretty severe beating all night at the hands of a lot of folks. The aged veteran needed this help badly. Colby delivers a stinging knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, hooks the head, and swings Nine over in a vertical suplex. Colby quickly returns to a standing position, bounces off the ropes and puts a leg drop right across Nine's throat. The DUI member slides his legs over Nine, mounts, and throws uncontested right hands to the face, leaving the judo specialist searching for a way to get out of this attack. Brock Alyas isn't providing any help, taking Impulse up in a pump handle slam position but dropping him down on his neck in a weird form of a slam. Fusenshoff tries to lift Hessian off the ground and bodyslam him while Jay Phoenix and Ash Plato have gone back to battling, with Phoenix gaining the upperhand on a Muscle Buster from the second rope.


Nick: This action is so hard to keep up with over two rings with such a plethora of competitors. Whoever walks out of here tonight is really going to earn their spot.


Richard: They gonna get laid, paid, and made.


Nick: You gotta love the chances of whoever the last guy is in this match. He is going to have one hell of an advantage with all the punishment that has been.


Halo 1 shows Devin Shakur with Bryan Dawkins. These two went from having a rocky relationship to now being full blown enemies, at some point down the road they will collide one on one. Shakur rocks Dawkins with an elbow, lifts him up with one arm, and drops him throat first across the turnbuckle, turning him perfect into Kaiser Vashaun who trips Dawkins, gets behind him, hooks the legs, lifts Dawkins up, and wheelbarrow suplexes him overhead onto his neck. Vashaun goes for the cover but Rayne steps in and breaks it up, planting a knee into the side of Vashaun's head and sending him on his way. Unfortunately for The Underground Pimp, Veljumin Rippa is there for moral support and leaps onto his back, applying a rear naked choke and driving Rayne into the ground. Shakur keeps a lazy eye on the situation, watching to see if Rayne will submit.


Meanwhile, Aaron James has been locked in a Ryan Blasier figure four leg lock for an incredulous amount of time and looks to be passed out. The referee counts his shoulders down to the mat.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Eliminated: Aaron James


Nick: Our first elimination by submission. Aaron James just couldn't take the pain anymore and Blasier has his first notch tonight.


Dave Hurst and Impulse get back into the grind, with Hurst gaining the advantage by going up to the middle rope and looking down at the dazed Impulse. Hurst bounces off the ropes three times and leaps into the air, channeling Yokozuna for a Banzai Drop...


Unfortunately, all he receives is a boot straight into his package and a roll up.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Hurst gets his hand on the rope and is able to survive for another moment in the Halo.


Duke Williams and Colby Korver grab Nine around the throat, each taking a side, and launch him high into the air with a massive double chokeslam. Korver goes for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Kickout by Nine.


It's time to let someone else into the Halo.



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"Cold Feeling" by Social Distortion blasts out over the speakers.


Nick: ...No way


Richard: You've gotta be kidding me.


Some of the fans aren't privy to the man who holds this entrance music.


Meanwhile, the others are freaking the fuck out.


Once his bulky frame steps through the curtain and the crowd is done informing one another about who he is, a loud scream of approval resonates throughout the building.


RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


Nick: OH MY GOD! EMILIO RAGE! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?


Richard: HE WANTS SOME HALO AND BOUNTY BABY!


Nick: We haven't seen Emilio since ReVolution 84! Oh My God, Lisa Tyler went out and got some old school talent.


Richard: This is about to get bumpin' up in hea.


Emilio walks down to the ring, basking in the reception that he receives from the crowd. Nobody currently in the ring knows much about the man so they aren't giving him the amount of respect that he probably deserves.


Nick: A former PTC Global Champion, PRIME Alias Champion, and in 2004, he was ranked number 1 in the PTC. When this man decides to bring the A game, watch out!


Emilio makes his way into the coveted Halo number 1 and gets ready to unleash some punishment.


The crowd response to Emilio Rage is insane, welcoming the former PRIME veteran back into the ring. He goes straight after The Underground Pimp Tyler Rayne, connecting with a right hand, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth. He shoots Rayne into the ropes, Rayne reverses the whip, Rage comes back with a full head of steam, leaps into the air and lands the Lou Thesz press. More rights and lefts from Rage. Vashaun sticks his nose into the matter, booting Rage in the back of the head. The Next in Line doesn't want to wait, picking Rage off the ground and delivering a forearm to the side of the head. Rage doesn't need any power or more motivation to grab Vashaun where he stands, lift him into the air and put him down with a spinebuster. Veljumin Rippa, another powerhouse, charges ahead and receives a running powerslam for his efforts. Rage is cleaning house in a big capacity. Blasier, fresh off making Aaron James submit to a figure four leg lock, charges in, looking for a takedown and possibly another chance to make someone with the name of Rage tap out. Rage however has none of it, stuffing the takedown, putting Blasier's head between his legs, hoisting Blasier up and dropping him down in a piledriver. Emilio Rage jumps up to his feet and lets out a big time scream, loving the enthusiasm from the PRIME crowd. He turns back around, looking for his next target.


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"


And walks right into the most devastating striker PRIME has, Devin Shakur. Fuck the Big Show's one punch knockout power, he's got nothing on Devin Shakur at his best. Rage stumbles through the ropes and looks up at the top of the Halo with his right foot hanging inside the ring.


Nick: GOOD NIGHT!


Richard: Welcome back to PRIME, Emilio, welcome back to PRIME.


Halo 2 continues to see the assault of Nine by the two members of DUI, Colby Korver and Duke Williams. Fusenshoff removes himself from Hessian and takes focus of the DUI boys, more specifically the fresher Colby Korver. He gets up behind the recently suspended superstar and locks him in a crossface chickenwing. Colby tries to scream out at Duke to turn around and give him some assistance, but The Malice Man is all too focused, perhaps due to fatigue, on taking out Nine. Jay Phoenix doesn't have any problem getting Duke's attention, spinning The Malice Man around and delivering a low roundhouse kick to the leg. Duke staggers away from Nine while Phoenix puts another kick on the spot. Ash Plato doesn't want to quit Phoenix just yet, sneaking in behind and lifting Phoenix onto his shoulders. If this were any other man in the match, Plato probably would not have the strength left to pull this maneuver off. Colby Korver of DUI steps out of the ring, springboards to the top and lands an insane cross body block on Jay Phoenix, putting him down to the canvas. DUI thanks Ash Plato by landing a double headbutt and high fiving one another. Brock Alyas trots over to Jay Phoenix and tries to sneak in a cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Phoenix somehow continues to hang on. Alias re-enters the scene, hoisting Alyas up, locking arms behind the neck, and going to town while having Alyas locked in a Muay Thai clinch. Knee after knee after knee strikes the forehead and slowly disorients the Ninth Mile. Alyas drops to one knee, and gets two more on the chin before dropping face first into the canvas. DUI rush over to the situation and deliver stereo standing side kicks to Alyas, sending him over the ropes and down to the floor.


Back in Halo 1, Tyler Rayne is on all fours and allows Bryan Dawkins to leap through the air and land a breathtaking clothesline on Dave Hurst. The Exceptional One staggers out to the center of the ring and receives a Code Breaker from The Underground Pimp. Another cover is executed.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Devin Shakur stomps on the head of Tyler Rayne and breaks up the pinfall. If that could come back to bite him later, he really doesn't care. A springboard from Bryan Dawkins averts Shakur's attention in his direction, and before The Man in Black can put up a defense mechanism, Dawkins lands a forearm to the side of the head, staggering him back into Ryan Blasier who suplexes Shakur next first into the second turnbuckle.


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"


Clock. Entrance time.


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As the timer hits zero, the screen goes black.


CALIFORNIA LOVE!


As the song by Tupac Shakur and a few associates plays over the speakers, Luis Gallegos walks out to the ring wearing black pleather pants with a blue solar design, his long hair loose for the match. He slaps hands with some fans alongside the ramp, and then looks at the Halo with which he is greeted. For whatever reason, he shakes his head and walks around the gigantic structure.


Richard: What the hell is he doing?


Nick: Apparently, Gallegos prefers the other Halo.


Gallegos realizes that only the entrance to the Halo that he didn’t prefer is open, and he decides he might as well just get in and get at it. He steps in to the Halo and immediately jumps in to the ring, going after the first person that he sees.


Luis Gallegos rushes over, perhaps not making the smartest decision in the world, and gives a flying knee to Colby Korver. The smaller member of DUI drops to the canvas and Gallegos proceeds to stomp him repeatedly in the head with Walderlai Silva style strikes. Luis is here to make a statement for his tag team since his partner has already been eliminated. He was the first to be eliminated and that doesn't sit well with Gallegos. Boot after boot finds the head of Colby Korver and slowly one third of the Tag Champions sinks to the canvas. Duke Williams notices this and bounces off the ropes, chock full of rage, heading straight for Gallegos. He doesn't know that Williams is behind him, and by the time someone in the crowd shouts loud enough for him to hear about it, Gallegos gets clotheslined into another city. Duke Williams thrusts his arms up to the crowd and struts around the ring confidently....


Richard: Uh oh


Until he runs into the one man he has to look up to, Hessian. The Murder Show grabs The Malice Man by both hands and lifts him into the air, holding him with a chokehold. Duke tries to pound away and get Hessian to release his grip but that is a no go. Hessian slams Duke down into the canvas before going over to Colby Korver, yanking him up, lifting the small man of DUI onto his shoulders, spinning him around, and dropping him down in a sitting backbreaker. Korver bounces off the shoulders and doesn't look to be getting up. Fusenshoff dives over onto Hessian with an elbow and mounts the big man. He just doesn't want to quit.


Halo 1 shows a lot of different bodies brawling it out. Emilio Rage is pounding Shakur with rights and lefts against the turnbuckle. Veljumin Rippa delivers a knee/neckbreaker combination to Bryan Dawkins that puts him on the mat. Rippa goes for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEE-


Tyler Rayne breaks up the fall and is immediately jumped by Kaiser Vashaun. An elbow to the back of the head sends Rayne into the ropes. Vashaun drives an elbow into the back and trips Rayne out, putting his throat across the bottom rope. Vashaun rushes off the opposite side ropes, bounces back, and leaps into the air, and lands his 262 pound frame across Tyler Rayne's throat. Ryan Blasier goes over and kicks Emilio Rage in the ribs, delivering a forearm and whipping him into the ropes. Blasier rushes ahead and connects on a step up Enzigirui that puts the crowd into a frenzy.


Unfortunately for him, Devin Shakur doesn't forget people or getting suplexed. Grabbing Blasier around the waist, Shakur throws him backwards in a release German that puts Blasier on his head. While glaring over at Blasier, he is blindsided by a boot from Kaiser Vashaun and backpedals into the ropes. Vashaun doesn't take kindly to being threatened by anybody, even someone with Shakur's stature. A forearm to the head. Another. Third. Fourth. Vashaun whips Shakur into the ropes, bends down, sends Shakur up high into the air, locks the head on the way down, and delivers a breathtaking version of the Diamond Cutter from high above. Dropping into the scene is Impulse, springboarding off the ropes and landing a hurricanrana that shoots Vashaun against the bottom ring post. Dave Hurst rushes in from behind, grabs Impulse, and connects on a forward Russian leg sweep. These two have been battling it out for quite a while and the match doesn't look to be stopping anytime soon.


Nick: These Halo doors are going to open up momentarily and the switching will occur.


Richard: We need to get Gamble back so he can hide in the Halo some more.


Halo 2 shows Alias and Nine over in the corner exchanging chops and kicks, putting their martial arts ability on display. Ash Plato and Jay Phoenix are grappling for a better position in center ring. Plato gets the honor, lifts Phoenix onto his shoulder and throws him down in a Death Valley Driver.


Clock the glock and get ready to pull the trigger...What the fuck?


00:49:57


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00:50:00


The drum beat over the PA signals the next entrant. The beginning chords of "Red Flag" by Billy Talent play over the capacity crowd who greet their next competitor with a mixed reaction made mostly of cheers. Surprised the crowd turn their attention to see Kazen LaCroix step out onto the entrance... rejuvenated, reborn, and refocused... but most of all, sober. In a shape rarely seen in the past five years, Kazen looks around at the audience with a smirk on his face.

It doesn't take long for him to turn his attention away from the crowd to the enormous task ahead of him. His ocean blue eyes focus on the Dual Halo as he walks down the aisle at a fast tempo, making sure to slap five with all of the fans who welcome him back to the spotlight and trying his best to ignore the other comments that greet him on his way to the match.

Stopping in front of the Halo structure, Kazen closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Centering himself and taking in the moment at hand. Opening his eyes, he bolts into the match head-first... leaving the past locked behind him outside of the Halo.


Nick: Kazen LaCroix, another of the outsiders who were signed to the Halo. Let's see what kind of impact he can make.


Richard: Grunt. Somebody wake me up when this punk gets eliminated.


Kazen LaCroix jumps into Halo 1 and immediately makes his presence felt, targeting Emilio Rage and popping him in the jaw with a right hand. An elbow to the head, quick forearm, knee to the midsection, and a drop toe hold that turns into a front chancery shows the pure wrestling talent of LaCroix. Rage tries to counter, rising to his feet, but LaCroix easily transitions behind Rage, locks him around the waist, launches him into the air, spins him around, and puts him on his face. Another wrestler spin, another Front Chancery. Over in the hatred section, Vashaun is being kicked mercilessly in the ribs by Rayne while Dawkins plants knees into the side of his head. Dave Hurst holds Impulse over his head in a suplex and keeps him there, letting the blood rush to his head. Unfortunately for The Exceptional One, Impulse is able to drag Hurst down, stand on the top rope, backflip, and roll through with a small package of his own. The pinfall is never seen as Rippa bolts over to break up the count. Shakur takes a hold of Rippa and launches him into the corner where Rayne and Dawkins are pummeling Vashaun. The splash from Wicked Ways big man stops both The Bruh and Pimp, sending Rayne into the waiting arms of Shakur, who lifts him off the ground and drops a knee into the back. Keeping Rayne's back across his knee, Shakur stretches Rayne and looks to end the match with a backbreaker submission.


Richard: How magnificent would it be if Tyler Rayne were taken out by submission? He'd have absolutely no ground to stand on with Shakur anymore.


Kazen LaCroix connects on a Russian leg sweep against Emilio Rage and turns right into Ryan Blasier, the two bumping heads and stumbling to the mat.


Nine is attempting one of his many judo throws on Alias, but is getting blocked thanks to the ropes and Alias's Muay Thai background. Neither man wants to give an inch in this martial arts display and nobody seems to care that the Halo tunnels are wide open and anybody could walk in to ruin their day. Everybody is locked in a fight and here to wrestle. Jay Phoenix gets slugged in the mouth with a right hand from Ash Plato before booting The Judge in the shin and drop toe holding him into the second turnbuckle. Phoenix gets up to his knees, fatigued, wondering if he should get away now and go over to Halo 1. Brock Alyas yanking him to the outside and landing an Exploder suplex doesn't allow for that question to get answered.


Phoenix clutches his lower back while Alyas hops back into the ring and measures Hessian, trying the same maneuver on the big man. Hessian objects, throwing an elbow into Alyas's face, turning around, booting him in the midsection, dropping the head between the legs, lifting Alyas up and jacknife powerbombing him into the ground. The Murder Show would go for a cover if Fusenshoff didn't just jump on his back and lock in a sleeper hold. Duke Williams and Colby Korver are plotting out a strategy in their corner, trying to stay away from the action for a moment.


Nick: Can they hold out hope for Hank Cobb to get in there? Will he even enter the same Halo?


Richard: With them opening every 10 minutes, if Duke and Colby can survive, you have to believe DUI in one Halo, regardless of how many competitors end up there, will be a force. They'll be beer bottling everybody in the head.


The LaCroix/Blasier accident has now turned into a full fledged brawl. LaCroix connects on a knee and tries to swing around for an armbar, but Blasier backs him into the corner and slams his shoulder repeatedly into the midsection. LaCroix can definitely feel the pain, clubbing at Blasier's back to try and escape from the grip. Blasier rises up, putting his head into the chin of LaCroix and dropping down for a jawbreaker. LaCroix has no where to go and is subject to even more punishment. Devin Shakur still wrenches on the back of Tyler Rayne, looking to get a submission out of him but Rayne is not relenting in his stance. He's not going to tap out to Shakur. Bryan Dawkins is dealing with the double team of Rippa and Vashaun, both clubbing him in the back. They take The Bruh by one of their arms around his neck. Hoisting him up with ease, the duo instantly drop down on their backs, dealing a nice double brainbuster. Dawkins is down for this one. Vashaun goes for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Rippa shoves him away and goes for his own cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Vashaun shoves him away and the inevitable conflict presumes.


Unfortunately, the countdown draws everybody back to the big screen.


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"Master of Puppets" once again screams from the system and the big man of DUI, Hank Cobb comes out from the backstage area to a great pop.


Nick: One part of the Tag Team Champions right there, and he's pretty fresh considering all the men in this match.


Richard: The only one who is bigger than him is Hessian and if they collide, ho boy is it going to get interesting.


The big man walks down with a wave of confidence, being the freshest man in the match and one with a lot of stamina, he's ready to pound whoever gets in his way.


The ultimate dream of DUI is realized, all three of them are in the same Dual Halo at the same time and that isn't good for the other participants who have the unfortunate distinction of being in Halo 2. They can't escape for ten minutes and this has been one of the most physically enduring Halo's in history.


DUI get up and scan the ring, looking for anybody to get their hands on. Alias is doing his best to lock Nine in a Muay Thai clinch and bring his knees into the head, but Nine is keeping Alias pressed against the ropes. Hessian and Fusenshoff are struggling about the ring, Hessian still trying to get out of the weak sleeper that Fusenshoff has applied. Luis Gallegos is over by Jay Phoenix and Ash Plato, trying to take one of the early participants out. Alyas yanks Gallegos from the picture, hoists him high into the air, military pressing him, dropping him into his arms vertically, and throwing him backwards across the ring in a fallaway slam. Phoenix and Plato are both still down and DUI go straight for them, throwing boots into their fatigued bodies. Ash Plato is yanked up by the very fresh Hank Cobb who runs him into the ropes and lands a back body drop that sends Plato sky high. Duke Williams and Colby Korver pick Phoenix up, back him into the corner, and start laying synchronized boots to the midsection of Phoenix until he reaches the bottom rope and is slumped halfway out of the ring. Staring across the ring, DUI bolts over in the direction of Brock Alyas, who is able to shrug off Colby Korver with a snap vertical suplex, but unable to do the same with Hank Cobb or Duke Williams. They maul him, body shots, head shots, and eventually get to the point where Duke lifts the legs, and Hank lifts the upper body, both launching Brock into the air like he was a child.


Nick: Halo 2 needs to be renamed DUI's Halo. They are going to have a field day now that the tank Hank Cobb is in there, looking to clean house. Williams can have some time to rest and Corver is not horribly fatigued.


Richard: Imagine the celebration if they win. Not many people coming into the Halo, even if they were Hessian sized, could take down all three DUI members.


Back in Halo 1, Kaiser Vashaun has an advantage over Rippa, kneeing him in the head and launching him across the ring. The Swedish Shark rushes back to center ring and Vashaun tries to launch him down with the shoulder, but gets no where. Rippa stands there, ominously and tells Vashaun to run the ropes. Vashaun obliges, bouncing off the cables and charging ahead. Rippa doesn't budge an inch. Vashaun tells Rippa to do the same, but ducks down when Rippa comes back, and expects to land an elbow or defensive move on the comeback.


What neither of them expect is Bryan Dawkins flying through the air and landing a double dropkick that puts both of them down. The crowd goes crazy while The Bruh looks around, spying Tyler Rayne still locked in a backbreaker at the hands of Devin Shakur. Dawkins bolts over and clubs Shakur in the head, releasing the hold, and goes to work on Shakur, bringing his 200 pound frame down into the back of The Man in Black. Rayne rolls around, looking for some kind of rest. He needs it after being locked in a torturous backbreaker for over two minutes. Instead, he finds Impulse splash down on him from the top rope with a Shooting Star press right into the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Rayne kicks out and Impulse grunts in frustration. He had the perfect opportunity.


Halo 2 sees Alias and Nine still going after one another, this time with Nine going for an arm submission, but unable to get anywhere. Alias has seen too much of this in his training and knows to avoid such moves. DUI comes barreling into the scene, throwing massive right hands to both competitors, sending them down to the ground. Hank Cobb takes the lead, bringing Alias up, headbutting him, kicking him in the midsection, locking the arms behind the back, and throwing him overhead in a double underhook suplex. Duke Williams and Colby Korver put the boots to Nine, who is trying to apply a submission from his back but the numbers game is preventing him from getting a grip. Duke puts his boot across the throat while Korver runs the ropes, charges back, and puts both feet into the stomach of Nueve.


Nick: Safe to say that DUI is running this Halo now. The only people they haven't targeted are Hessian and Fusenshoff and that's because Fuse is still trying to lock the sleeper on Hessian.


Richard: Kid should just pack it in for the night. He's not going to get that hold on.


Another check of the clock.


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Cue those funky keyboard beats!


Greasy, slicked down body,

Groovy leather trim,

I like the way you hold the road,

Mama it ain't no sin


Talkin' 'bout love...

Talkin' 'bout love...


Talkin' bout...



Nick: The Queen has arrived!


Richard: Aaaaaaand now my night has gone to pot.


Troy swivels those hips on down the ramp, boots hitting the floor with extra stomping action and that razor-sharp smirk working at full force. She storms up the steps of the Halo that awaits her and gets right down to business.


Richard: Everybody cover your packages. She's prone to hit those.


Nick: One of the most accomplished athletes in the history of PRIME, she has never won the Dual Halo. Could tonight be her night?


Richard: There's a boob joke in there somewhere but I'm not going to touch it.


Lindsay Troy might not be the biggest name in PRIME at the moment, but she can certainly draw attention like nobody else. The action almost stops in the ring, everybody either admiring, hating, or wanting to get her number. Emilio Rage comes in full blast at the Queen, only to find a standing side kick meet him square in the mouth and send him backwards. Troy moves forward, forearming Rage, elbow to the side of the head, and then whipping him off the ropes. Rage reverses the whip, but Troy hits the second rope and lands a picture picture moonsault that segues into a headscissors. Veljumin Rippa rises to his feet and tries to catch the Queen from her blindside, only to get kicked in the sternum. Troy steps over his right arm and back heel kicks him in the side of the head. Rippa drops to the canvas. Dave Hurst rushes ahead with a full boat of steam only to get sidetracked and sent to the floor courtesy of Troy. Shakur is still hurting so he's not up and ready to charge at Troy yet, but one person is glad to stand in her way. The Next in Line, Kaiser Vashaun.


Nick: These two had a classic on Night 1, what is going to happen now in the Halo?


Tyler Rayne and Bryan Dawkins both rise to their feet and stand behind Troy, giving her some support. Kaiser looks around and sees absolutely nobody available to help him. He grunts and falls down to his knees in sheer agony.


Kaiser Vashaun: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Shakur gives Vashaun a stupid wave, unnoticed by the trio. He's playing possum. Troy boots Vashaun in the mouth and the three on one asswhooping commences.


Halo 2 sees Luis Gallegos thrown into Hank Cobb, who grabs him around the waist, spins him 1080 degrees, and plants him in the center of the ring with a Black Hole Slam. Fusenshoff has finally relinquished his sleeper hold and instead has Hessian backed into the corner, pounding him with rights and lefts to the body. The fatigue on both of these men from the grueling Night 1 encounter is definitely transferring into the Halo. The DUI boys aren't morons either and notice this, jumping on both competitors. Hank Cobb again takes the lead, giving Duke Williams some time to recover and play wing man. Cobb takes Fusenshoff around the neck and shows his brute strength, flipping him over in a suplex with just the neck grip alone. Colby Korver and Duke Williams come in and start beating Hessian in the same manner that Fusenshoff was a moment ago. Korver jumps up to the second rope and pounds the giant down to size with fist after fist into the forehead while Duke backpedals a few steps and waits for Hessian to come out of the corner. Once Korver is finished, Duke rushes ahead and lands his shoulder straight into the gut, spearing Hessian off his feet.


Nick: Wow! Duke Williams took Hessian off his feet with that spear. What a display from The Malice Man.


Richard: He's a legend for a reason, Nick.


Hank Cobb, perhaps the only man who can match Hessian pound for pound, brings the giant back to a standing position and wraps him around the throat. Duke does the same and both men from DUI lift Hessian high into the air, hold him for a moment and allow Colby Korver to exit the ring, springboard to the top rope and connect with a very athletic dropkick. After the kick, Cobb and Williams drop Hessian in a double chokeslam. Duke goes for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Troy, Rayne, and Dawkins are still violently assaulting Vashaun, backing him into the corner and kicking the absolute crap out of him. Vashaun tries telling them that Shakur is awake, and able to get beat also, but they either don't care or aren't listening. Troy brings Vashaun up and places him on the top rope. Rayne and Dawkins take a step back, allowing the Queen to get up to the top rope. Rayne might be taking a peak at her ass, we can't confirm that because of the camera angle. Dawkins exits the ring, preparing for the follow up move while Troy stands on the top rope and whips Vashaun over with a hurricarnana that sends him to the middle of the ring. Dawkins springboards to the top rope and gracefully flies through the air, connecting on a frog splash and taking all the wind out of The Next in Line.


Shakur still plays dead while everybody else brawls with one another.


Nick: Who will be the next to come into Halo number 2?


Richard: More importantly, who the hell wants to come into Halo number 2?


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The buzzer sounds, and a very familiar riff hits the speakers. One that hasn't been heard 'round these parts for a good few months, and it's accompanied on the PRIME*View by four words PRIMEates had put in the backs of their minds for just as long a time.

END.

OF.

THE.

ROAD.

If you didn't know who it was by now, you've probably been living in a cave for a pretty good chunk of the last nine years, the three gigantic cannon blasts that send the song into the chorus might do a pretty good job of jogging the ol' memory.

That song?

"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell.

The man?

Troy Douglas.

Looking eminently refreshed, Troy makes his way calmly towards the gigantic Halo structure as the crowd roars on.

Nick Stuart: Troy Douglas, the former Intense Champion, is back for the Dual Halo! He went on hiatus after his elimination from the Jewel in the Crown Tournament, but now, he looks ready to go!

Richard Parker: Oh joy of joys. I thought we got rid of this dweeb.


As the song hits the chorus one more time, he slides into Halo number 1.


Feeling ecstatic about being back in front of a PRIME audience, Troy Douglas is ready to go to work on the only standing members of Halo 2, DUI. Hank Cobb rushes ahead and gets pelted with a quick right, Corver comes over and receives the same result. Douglas nails Cobb. Korver. Cobb. Korver. Cobb. Korver. Cobb. Williams comes in for the splash and slams into his own partners, sending DUI down to the ground in a heap. Douglas picks Williams up, elbows him in the head, shoots him off into the ropes, charges back, leaps into the air, and lands a flying back elbow. Korver and Cobb charge at him, not to happy about being embarrassed, and get complete air on their double clothesline attempt. Douglas bounces off the cables, charges ahead and with as much force as his body can muster, leaps high into the air and lands a double Undertaker clothesline, going over both Cobb and Korver in an amazing athletic display.


Nick: Wow! Troy Douglas back and he's ready to bring it tonight. He's made this fair for Halo 2 again, taking down all three members of DUI in pretty rapid fashion.


Richard: Bleh.


This allows Jay Phoenix to go over to Nine and give him a taste of his own medicine, judo sweeping him onto his neck. Phoenix drops down to the canvas and pummels Nine with chops to the side of the head and neck. Douglas doesn't bother going over and attacking, instead deciding to focus his attention on the other colossus in the match, Hessian. After receiving the double chokeslam, Douglas knows he might be able to win a bounty. He takes a hold of Hessian and throws him over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Megatron bounces off the ropes and connects with a high leg drop across the chest. He goes for a cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Brock Alyas and Fusenshoff both dive into the picture and break up the pinfall. Luis Gallegos comes over at the last minute and Troy Douglas is greeted into the Dual Halo with a gang beating like everybody else before him has.


Richard: You ain't going to break tradition, not even if you are Troy Douglas.


Over in Halo 1, Vashaun is still receiving a beating while the other competitors are bringing themselves back into the fray. Kazen LaCroix locks Ryan Blasier around the waist and flips him overhead in a belly to belly suplex. Impulse connects on a standing shooting star press, crushing the sternum of Dave Hurst. Emilio Rage grabs a hold of Veljumin Rippa, places him on the top rope, and lands a brutal right hand. Rippa almost goes off the ropes, but Rage grabs him underneath the arms, spinning around 180 degrees and landing a modified version of the Sky High. Rippa slams into the mat with a vicious thud. LaCroix whips Blasier off the ropes, coming in a step behind him, and going for a bulldog. Unfortunately, Blasier caught LaCroix coming in, locked him around the waist, and spun him around in the John Cena powerbomb. Devin Shakur is still pretending like the beating that he's taken has gotten him to the point where he can't stand, which is keeping him free and clear from the gang currently delivering a Spike Tombstone onto Kaiser Vashaun, putting his chances of lasting in the Halo in jeopardy.


Nick: Vashaun could be seeing his last moments in the Halo.


Richard: What a joke. You shouldn't be allowed to work with anybody in the Halo. Every person for themselves, ya know?


Emilio Rage gets back into the main scene, clobbering Tyler Rayne with a nasty right hand and throwing him into the ropes. The Underground Pimp is shot back and runs right into 274 pounds of pure muscle, with Rage slamming his hands across Rayne's ears. Bryan Dawkins and LT decide to do something about the matter, turning Rage around and delivering stereo right hands to the head. Dawkins boots Rage in the gut and both competitors whip Rage off into the ropes. To the surprise, Rage reverses the whip and awaits his targets to return. Troy and Dawkins look to do some high flying acrobatics, but are instead subjected to a double Northern light suplex from Rage, who has them both in a pinning predicament.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Nick: No way!


Richard: THIS WOULD BE HUGE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


Double kickout.


And once again there's the clock.


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"A SeaFarer's Knot" by Fair to Midland powers over the pa system, as the cute and bubbly Mary-Lynn Mayweather jogs out onto the entrance rampway. She throws up a fist, and the crowd responds in cheers. In a sprint, she reaches the Dual Halo, and climbs inside the monstrosity.


Richard: That's a way to corrupt your innocence. Dive head first into the Dual Halo!


Mary Lynn Mayweather doesn't like to wrestle much. She really doesn't like to wrestle when there are about 11 other superstars in the ring and her only support system is down courtesy of Emilio Rage. The big man looks over at the little woman and grins, cracking his knuckles and preparing to eliminate MLM quickly in order to get back to his destiny of winning the Dual Halo. He stalks over to her while Rayne and Dawkins struggle to get up, wanting to protect the kid and ensuring that nothing happens to her. Rage backs her into the corner and goes to clobber her with a right hand-


"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"


Until Lindsay Troy spins Rage around and peppers him with rights and lefts, putting more velocity into her punches than she has in quite some time. MLM is spared the possibility of having her lights cut off while Rage is sent back into the other corner. Rayne tells Troy to get out of the way, rushing ahead and landing the Flying Fornication on Rage, staggering him into the middle of the ring where Dawkins bounces off the ropes and lands a spinning roundhouse kick to the top of the head. Rage drops like a bad habit.


Nick: Dawkins, Rayne, and Troy dominating Halo 1 much like DUI is dominating Halo 2.


LaCroix and Blasier continue to do battle, backed against the ropes and trying to gain the upper hand. Blasier lifts LaCroix off the ground and slams him viciously, shoulder first, into the canvas. Blasier rains down with rights and lefts, trying to further injure the former wrestling standout. Dave Hurst and Impulse are still going at it, with Impulse walking along the ropes, grabbing the arm, and flying through the air. Much to his dismay, Hurst grabs a hold of Impulse out of the air and slams him into the canvas with a powerslam. Rippa gets a boot to his head from Tyler Rayne...


"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"


And Devin Shakur emerges, low blowing Bryan Dawkins down to his knees.


Halo 2 finally has some diversity Jay Phoenix has moved onto somebody other than Ash Plato, decking Colby Korver with a right to the head. Hessian, emerging from his beating at the hands of DUI, is not happy in the least and targets the freshest man of the trio, Hank Cobb. He boots Cobb in the face and backs him into the corner, getting a running start before splashing his 355 pounds into Cobb. The DUI big man slumps while Duke Williams receives an unfriendly Fisherman's neckbreaker from Brock Alyas.


Nick: The action is picking up in Halo 2.


Richard: Soon the doors will open and that could be bad news for DUI.


Fusenshoff goes after Ash Plato, whipping him into the ropes and running his head straight into the sternum. Plato goes flying backwards and stumbles down to the floor, literally exhausted to the point of collapse. Luis Gallegos sticks himself into the mixed martial arts display, putting a side kick into the leg of Nine, and forearming him in the side of the had. Gallegos peppers Nine with a few jabs before landing the big right hook that sends Nine almost out of the ring. Alias, either not particularly fond of Gallegos or wanting to nitpick Nine apart himself, grabs a hold of The Union representative and slams his head into the turnbuckle, spins him around and puts a knee right into his head. Gallegos drops to the canvas and the martial arts battle between Nine and Alias continues, Alias running his knee into the unprotected temple of Nine.


Nick: This is like the UFC. You are sticking two men of differing disciplines into the same ring and they have been going at it all night long.


Richard: I'm going to have a stroke if people don't start getting eliminated soon. I can't keep going back and forth on this monitor.


Nick: Why do we even have these things, the ring is right there?


Devin Shakur puts his left shin into Troy's well toned abdominal area and drops her to the corner, turning around to Tyler Rayne. Everybody else is occupied in their own moments so Shakur and Rayne have a moment to stare one another down before rushing back into each other. Rayne throws a right. Shakur throws a harder one. Rayne. Shakur. Knee to the body from Rayne. Shakur with a knee to the thigh, spins Rayne around, Rayne knees Shakur a little low and plants him into the ground with a DDT. Rayne goes for a cover.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ARMBAR!


Nick: SHAKUR HAS RAYNE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH AN ARMBAR!


Richard: RAYNE IS GONNA TAP! HOOYAH!


Tyler Rayne's hook of the leg left his arm exposed to Shakur, a well known submission specialist, unafraid to take the big chance. When he sees Rayne's arm separated, he knows that the moment is here. Doing his best to straighten the limb out, Rayne will be forced to tap or risk having his arm broken.


Nick: Will Rayne give up?


The clock unfortunately allows that inquiry to go unanswered for another moment.

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Nick: One hour down and that tunnel is opening up once again!


If they weren’t a buzzer for that tunnel opening, you might hear a pretty scary sound. That sound is the sound of a man who has been transgressed against. In other words, Hessian wasn’t too damn happy with the beating at the hands of PRIME’s favored frat bros. So he’s decided to take matters into his own…hand. With one massive paw, The Murder Show tosses Colby Korver You could call it a hip toss, but that’s kind of an insult to anyone who can actually do a hip toss. He just slings Korver, in the general direction of the ladder, over the ropes.


Richard: Looks like that big German crazy has had enough of Frat Halo.


In the first Halo, Tyler Rayne is still grimacing in pain. But the blur that we know to be Bryan Dawkins comes flying in with a diving shoulder block that knocks Shakur off balance and to one knee, forcing him to let go of the hold on Rayne. The Flyin’ Hawaiian gets no more than a second of peace before he has to turn and duck a lariat from Vejumin Rippa. Impulse has already reached the top of the ladder, while Dave Hurst is following closely behind.


Nick: Can’t separate that massive fray over in Halo One. For every action that Dawkins, Rayne, and Troy have, there’s an equal and more dastardly reaction from their opponents.


With Duke Williams occupied, trying to hold his own in a strange triangular showdown between he, Alias, and Troy Douglas, and Hank Cobb still reeling in the corner, Hessian has free reign with Colby Korver. He kicks the frat star in the gut once, but when he goes back to the well, Korver catches the boot and uses that moment to pull himself back up. Still holding on to Hessian’s boot, he spins the monster, tosses a stinging right hand, and heads for the high ground climbing the ladder.


Richard: We’ve got movement, people.


On the side of Halo One, Impulse is within the tunnel, waiting for Dave Hurst.


Nick: Surprised to see Impulse utilizing the tunnel, although I guess it could be considered a tactical move in a match like this.


Richard: Oh, now the tunnel is cheating? Stuart, don’t break an ankle getting down off the high horse.


Kaiser Vashaun has Mary-Lynn Mayweather by the hair and puts her into standing headscissors position, but Lindsay Troy comes flying out of the corner, looking ever so graceful as she whips Vashaun to the mat with a suhweeeeet hurricanrana. Rippa puts the boots to the downed Mayweather until Bryan Dawkins scores a measure of payback for Rippa’s earlier attempted attack with a jump-swinging DDT that takes Vejumin down to the mat hard.


Nick: Tunnel’s only open for about a minute, those three gotta make a decision!


Dave Hurst reaches the top of the ladder and the platform, but he realizes quickly that Impulse has the upper hand. Still, up here it’s one on one, as opposed to one on eleven in the ring. He pulls himself up quickly, trying to get to his feet before…well, it doesn’t matter before what because Impulse is on him like white on rice, pulling him to his feet and throwing two hard right elbows.


Richard: Mamas, don’t let your sons grow up to fight on that tall platform. Just ask…*sniff* my boy D-Ferg.


Nick: For the last time, he was going to end Chandler Tsonda’s career!


Richard: And for the not-last-at-all time, I’d trade wimpy Tsonda for a real star like Danny any day!


On top of the Halo Two platform, Colby Korver looks down at a sea of people. He sees that Alias and Troy Douglas have teamed up and are taking it to Duke. Same with Ash Plato, Luis Gallegos, and Nine giving the business to the cornered Hank Cobb. For all their dominance in this match, DUI seems to finally be getting hammered (HA THAT WAS A PUN!). But Colby Korver is a motherfuckin’ team player. He looks down at Hessian, who’s smirking at him from the bottom of the ladder.


Hessian: Come down, why don’t you? I promise I won’t hurt you.


Colby Korver: Probably crossin’ your big stupid fingers, oaf. Besides, I’ve got a flight to catch!


Now several things happen simultaneously in the next sequence. One, Devin Shakur lands a flying knee to the back of the head that Lindsay Troy’s grandparents probably felt. It bears mentioning because of the MASSIVE set of boos it elicits. Two, Impulse, his back to the ring, grabs the groggy Dave Hurst in a front facelock. Three, Colby Korver runs to the edge of the platform. Keep all these things in mind.


Richard: Shit, what do I watch?


Impulse lifts Dave Hurst for a vertical suplex and Hurst…never comes down. Not on the platform anyway. He flails his arms, but the impact of him crashing into the center of Halo One’s ring causes a couple heads to turn. Kaiser Vashaun shoves Vejumin Rippa out of the way, taking the cover on the man formerly known as EDH.


Nick: Sweet mercy! Dave Hurst was just hit with a release vertical suplex into the middle of the ring! Impulse was up there on the platform where it’s do-or-die and he chose to stay in this match with one HELL of a move.


One….


And as this is happening, Colby Korver comes CRASHING down onto Ash Plato, Luis Gallegos, and Nine, freeing Hank Cobb from the triple team. The move? Your standard suicide dive.


Two…


Nick: My goodness! Colby Korver just put his body on the line for his DUI teammate! The Halo’s heating up now, folks!


Three!


Eliminated: Dave Hurst


Richard: Thanks for playing, chunk.


Halo One has now reverted to its natural state, with Dawkins and Rayne surrounded in the middle of the ring by Shakur, Vashaun, and Rippa. Troy and has become embroiled in the Blasier/LaCroix showdown, with hands and feet flying all over the place. Rayne charges Vashaun, the closest to the two bountied men, and attempts to hit his signature dual-knee flying strike, but Vashaun’s seen too many Tyler Rayne victims go down to fall for this. He steps quickly to the side, which sends Rayne flying into Mary-Lynn Mayweather. Now there’s a lot of people on the "I don’t give a flying fuck about them" list, but she ain’t one of ‘em.


Richard: Nice, Rayne. Real nice.


With the clock about to start ticking down, Rayne does the next best thing to helping her up (which would be suicide with the bounty on him): he guards her downed body with his own. Meanwhile, Bryan Dawkins is left blocking strikes from Devin Shakur.


Nick: Looks like Dawkins took Rayne’s lesson a couple weeks ago to heart.


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The first angry, staccato guitars notes of Everclear’s little-heard instrumental ‘El Distorto de Melodica’ blare over the speakers.


Nick: Looks like another outsider’s come to play. It’s Billy Lovemuscle!


Richard: I’d make a porn joke but…yeah, it’d be like playing chess against a retard. Just too easy.


Lovemuscle steps out to relative ambivalence from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. Except when he hears that the Russkies in attendance aren’t quiet as amped about his entrance as he is, he starts raising his arms. He even invokes the Hogan-esque ear to the crowd, and you know what? Those Commie bastards dig it. When Lovemuscle finally sprints towards Halo One, the crowd is fully behind him.


Nick: Lovemuscle’s entering quite a fray over there.


It’s a mess in Halo One as Lovemuscle slides in. He sees Devin Shakur taking it to Bryan Dawkins and something about the cowboy in him compels him to action. He grabs Shakur by the back of the head and tosses the former Universal Champion out of the ring through the ropes.


Richard: In the history of bad ideas…that’s right up there.


Over in Halo Two, things are still shaking out from Colby Korver’s self-sacrificing suicide dive. Ash Plato rises to his feet, seeing that DUI has made somewhat of a comeback. Hank Cobb is swinging at Troy Douglas, but Megatron knows his way around a wrestling ring, and has fought a giant or two before. What Plato fails to see is the large, looming shadow behind him.


Nick: Ash Plato in a world of trouble here.


Large looming shadows are rarely good, even less so when they belong to Hessian. As the Murder Show spins Plato around and starts forcing him towards the corner with vicious right hands, Duke Williams clotheslines Luis Gallegoes, knocking the unionized cruiserweight over the top rope and onto the outside.


Richard: Halo Two is boring me to tears right now.


Nick: Are you kidding me?


Richard: More Shakur, more Vashaun, less frat-tastic domination.


Halo One has its fair share of issues right now. Devin Shakur is momentarily resting on the outside, watching as Tyler Rayne lays into Kaiser Vashaun. But the former 5-Star Champion overplays his hand, going for a bent knee martial arts kick that Vashaun ducks under. With that kind of opening, Vashaun rolls Rayne onto his shoulders effortlessly, trying to put him in a fireman’s carry. Bryan Dawkins, who’s occupied throwing hands with the newly-grounded Impulse, can do nothing to stop what’s going on.


Nick: Vashaun going for Weight of the World! Could be it for Rayne!


But from the other side of the ring, sliding from behind Vashaun and through his legs, is the smallest competitor in the ring. A good, solid kick to the gut of Vashaun allows Rayne to slip out behind the former Intense Champ and pull him to the mat with a schoolboy.


Richard: Mayweather, you fool! Rayne nearly knocked your block off earlier!


Nick: But he’s an honorable man and didn’t let anyone eliminate her from his mistake. Can’t say that Tyler Rayne’s doing anything except cement his legacy as perhaps the greatest Halo competitor of all-time. He may have been bred for this match.


One…


Two…


NO!



A boot from Vejumin Rippa stops the count, regardless of whether Vashaun would’ve kicked out or not. But Rippa is assaulted immediately from behind by a flying forearm from Emilio Rage, eliciting a pop from the crowd as the venomous Rippa gets taken down a notch.


Richard: Rage ain’t playin’ the odds here. He’s looking more like an ally to Rayne ever second, so if he wants this cameo to last much longer, he better get his shit straight.


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The raspy growly weird ass voice of Plies and "Plenty Money" announces the arrival of Tony Borelli, who wastes no time sprinting towards Halo Two. Inside said structure, Hessian steps over the downed form of Ash Plato, grabbing Jay Phoenix from behind in a reverse facelock.


Nick: These two have tussled quite a bit in their short respective times here in PRIME. No love lost between them.


The Murder Show lifts, stalls, and then drops Phoenix with a powerful reverse suplex, going for the cover immediately.


Nick: Sword of Damocles! Is Phoenix done?


One…


Two…


ThreeNO!



A shoulder up by Phoenix coincides with Alias hitting Brock Alyas with a belly-to-belly half nelson suplex just about a foot away.


Nick: Pulped! Starting to see more signature moves as people start gunning for eliminations.


Richard: You could probably have been a genius or something with all the brain space you have, yet devote to useless wrestling moves.


The crowd pops for the Original Pulp Hero’s move, only to rain down boos when, moments later, Fusenshoff grabs the legend and tosses him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. Fuse then ducks a Colby Korver punch and hits a DDT on the founding member of DUI.


Nick: Fusenshoff out of nowhere with a little offense in Halo Two.


Richard: I like anybody who’s getting violent against those collegiate bozos.


Shifting the scene to Halo One, we finally see Devin Shakur slide back in the ring, right behind the unsuspecting Billy Lovemuscle, who nails a knee into Ryan Blasier’s midsection. What follows is simple but masterful. A downward swinging elbow knocks Lovemuscle to the ground, and Shakur’s instantly on the man who tossed from the ring, a mounted triangle choke beginning to suck the air out of his lungs.


Richard: Don’t cross him, dude. Seriously, just don’t.


With Shakur momentarily focused on a modicum of payback, Bryan Dawkins sees an opening. As Kaiser Vashaun fends off Kazen Lacroix, The Flyin’ Hawaiian makes his move. Dawkins whips Lacroix towards the opposite ropes, where Lindsay Troy is happy to hit a falling powerslam. And with Vashaun momentarily dazed from the fight, Dawkins is able to whip him at the turnbuckle, where the Next in Line can’t help but lean against the corner. Summoning up some serious bruh power, Dawkins charges, damn near runs up Vashaun, and comes exploding off the corner with a beautiful moonsault kick. No time to celebrate, of course, as Rippa’s double axe handle knocks Dawkins to the outside. Ryan Blasier goes for the cover on Vashaun, while Shakur has an emotionless look on his face as his mounted triangle choke has Billy Lovemuscle gasping.


One…


Two…


NO!



Richard: Can’t keep Kaiser down with that weak sauce.


Nick: Evidently not, although that was quite a moonsault kick from one of the match’s most wanted men, Bryan Dawkins.


Duke Williams and Hank Cobb are working tag team maneuvers to perfection over in Halo 2. Having just tossed Fusenshoff over the ropes with a double hip toss, they engage in more masterful tandem wrestling. Hessian charges, but the other two ridiculously large men in Halo Two are ready for him. They time their movements perfectly, catching the mercenary simultaneously, lifting him, and then depositing him in quite the painful position, finishing up their double reverse atomic drop.


Richard: No more little Hessians. Ever.


Nick: Ouch.


Nine has Colby Korver up against the ropes, thanks to some nifty judo offense, and he takes the opportunity to mix in a bit of wrestling. After a swift knee to the gut, Nine puts him down with a powerful Russian leg sweep, which obviously gets a MASSIVE pop.


Richard: It’s only Russian in name, ya stupidheads!


Nick: Hah, Nine may have just become a fan favorite with that move.


From the other corner, Luis Gallegos emerges after some time on the outside. And by emerges, that would mean runs at the apron, bounds onto the top rope, and springboards himself into the ring, where the cruiserweight is actually able to knock over both Duke Williams and Hank Cobb, thanks to a very impressive missile dropkick.


Nick: Gallegos is without his tag team partner but just put on a seriously impressive aerial display!


As the clock begins to tick down, Nine looks up once at the clock, then down at Colby Korver. Without a second thought, he locks on Jigoku Jime.


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"ALL ABOARD, AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA~!"


Nick: Flyer’s in the building!


A very mixed reaction (very loud, but very divided) goes up for the former star of more awesome federations than can be named. "Crazy Train" continues to pump, while the third entrant from Team V.I.A.G.R.A. takes his time waltzing out, peering intently at the ring.


Richard: Hah, I can’t decide if I love him or hate him, and I kinda love that.


What he sees in Halo One is probably pretty pleasing, since it’s Tyler Rayne getting hit. Specifically, getting hit by a snap kick to the side from his ol’ buddy Devin Shakur, who left Billy Lovemuscle sucking wind on the other side of the ring. The next kick Rayne is able to block, but the block pushes him back a step, right into an uppercut low blow.


Nick: Oh COME ON!


Rayne drops to one knee, and then the swinging knee of Shakur to the side of the face puts him down on the mat. The man who just delivered the low blow isn’t who you might expect…no, Rippa’s on the other side of the ring trying his hand at Lindsay Troy, while Kaiser Vashaun has his hands full with Impulse.


The man who just assaulted Tyler Rayne is Ryan Blasier.


Shakur eyes him up and down, giving him a satisfactory nod. Blasier nods back, and in a moment of strange tranquility, there seems to be an understanding.


Until Devin Shakur’s karate front kick sends Blasier stumbling backwards and then through the ropes to the outside.


Nick: Shakur, classy as always. Not even honor among thieves here tonight.


Richard: For your information, Nick, it’s not about a bounty with Shakur. He’s not friends with all these idiots just because they wanna go after Rayne for greed’s sake. He’s hating Rayne on an entire different level than Opportunistic Joe over there.


Nick: Oh, please. Shakur’s moral compass is as consistent as a ouija board. He does what he wants, when he wants, then justifies it with vague or insane claims.


Nearly a minute into his "entrance," Flyer is still lingering on the ramp. Now, he’s moved on to slapping hands with the fans, posing for a couple pictures, and continuing to size up the action in Halo One, where he’s due…well…a minute ago.


In Halo Two, Colby Korver has seen better days. He’s resisted tapping so far in hopes of rescue from his teammates. Not a bad deal, as Duke Williams and Hank Cobb reach their feet. Duke rushes over to where Nine is applying his finishing hold on Korver, but, surprisingly, Ash Plato provides resistance. It’s just a European uppercut, and from a man who’s dwarfed by the former PCW World Champion, but that second allows Fusenshoff the opportunity he needs to put Duke on the mat with a crucifix pin.


Nick: Two-thirds of DUI in trouble here!


Richard: Yes, finally!


One…


Two…


NO!



Hank Cobb’s able to put a boot into the back of Fusenshoff, breaking the pinfall. He turns and springs to make the save on his other partner, Colby Korver, and break Nine’s hold. He reaches Korver just in time.


Just in time for Hessian to wrap his giant arms around Cobb’s legs, tripping up the giant frat boy and pulling him to the outside. And with Duke down and Hank unavailable for the save, Colby Korver has no choice.


He taps.


Eliminated: Colby Korver


Nick: Valiant showing from Korver, but Nine’s submission hold was too much.


Outside of Halo One, Flyer has at least made it down to the area outside of the Halo at this point. He takes a step towards the cage wall, which shakes with impact as Bryan Dawkins shoves Ryan Blasier into it. Some seriously aggressive eye contact passes between Dawkins and Flyer before the Flyin’ Hawaiian’ grabs Blasier’s head and carries him back towards the ring.


Richard: Can you say unresolved issues?


Nick: What do you expect? They put on an amazing show last night. Nobody wants to walk away from a match that good and have to be the loser.


As Flyer nears the door, Elvis Nixon opens it for him, now that the Lunatic is finally ready to enter.


High Flyer: Elvis, great to see you, man. Lookin’ nice and svelte.


Elvis Nixon: Get in here, Flyah. The next entrant’s gonna be out here in fifteen...I say fifteen seconds, baby.


High Flyer: Love the enthusiasm, too. Really got that big match mindset, which I dig about you. Thing is, and I hate to trouble you, but I just forgot something important up in my locker room. Think you could hold that thought just a sec while I run back and snag it? Great, be back in a flas-


Now Elvis Nixon isn’t a big man nor a smart man nor a particularly strong man. But he’s a man who doesn’t appreciate bullshit. So, despite the potential bodily injury that might result from such an action, he grabs Flyer by the back of the head and pushes. Now Flyer barely moves two steps. But since he was only one step outside the door, that’s good enough. Nixon slams the door shut on Halo One, officially recording the thirty-third entrant into the 2009 Dual Halo.


Nick: So lovely of Flyer to join us.


Richard: I can only imagine what he "forgot." Porno mag for when he’s relaxing up in the tunnel?


Speaking of Halo One, it’s the sight of a pretty grotesque beatdown. Vashaun, Shakur, and Rippa are taking turns stomping away at Tyler Rayne, which is so horrible that even Russians don’t like it.


Задница! Задница! Задница!


Yes, they’re chanting asshole in Russian. How great is Culture Shock?


…and it’s that time again.


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Red, white, and blue pyro goes off at the top of the ramp, causing several less experienced heads to turn in the Halos (real PRIMEates know to never take yours eyes off the ring area in the Halo; too many good wrestlers have lost that way).


Nick: Hmm…I don’t recognize this song.


The bouncy electro song currently rocking the sound system also has the Russkies confused, probably because it won’t come out for another fifteen years in Moscow. But when 2024 does roll around, those Soviets will know, sure as shit, that this song is called "Juke-Joint Jezebel," performed by KMDFM.


Richard: FINALLY THE BERET HAS COME BACK…TO PRIME!


Nick: Been saving that for years, eh?


Richard: I could cry I’m so happy right now.


Cause for said joy? The Flying Frenchie, known to some as Pierre Delacroix, known to anyone in the wrestling biz as a bad croissant-eating mamma jamma. At the top of the ramp leading to Halo Two, Frenchie unveils his secret weapon…the 10,000 MEGAWATT BEAM~!


Richard: DEAR GOD IT’S BEAUTIFUL!


Nick: Match to call?


Richard: Don’t you steal this from me, Nick!


As Frenchie makes no attempt to move, merely celebrating his own beaming smile, the beatdown continues on Tyler Rayne. Bryan Dawkins makes for the ring, but Shakur is there to intercept him with a Muay Thai kick, momentarily abandoning the fun of a beatdown on Rayne to insure that the aforementioned fun continues. In the opposite corner of the ring, Lindsay Troy nails a cobra clutch leg sweep on Impulse, leaving her, for the moment without anything to do.


Nick: Lindsay Troy swore she was going to be neutral, that she wasn’t going to enter herself into any kind of alliance with Tyler Rayne in this match.


Richard: I trust the word of a woman the day I trust an Asian person.


Nick: Glad that it took over and hour for the racial epithets to start flying.


But Vashaun and Rippa on Rayne just ain’t a fair fight. And a lady like Lindsay Troy…well, she’s all about a fair fight. After a moment’s hesitation, she takes off towards the duo beating down Rayne. It’s Rippa who goes down first, courtesy of a shuffle side kick that connects directly with the side of his face, knocking him into next week. This leaves just Kaiser Vashaun, who has literally stopped mid-kick, eyes focused intently on Lindsay Troy.


Richard: You know what, if I said last night that I’d had enough of him beating on the wench, I lied. More, more, more!


Nick: I don’t think that’s where they left things. They had their issues, but I think Vashaun and Troy actually have something of an unspoken peace.


Now threatening that peace is the eternal fly in the ointment, Mr. Tyler Rayne. On one side of his downed body is Lindsay Troy, sworn to be neutral, sworn to keep her hands out of this conflict. On the other side is Kaiser Vashaun, who swore fealty to Lisa Tyler in the task of making sure Rayne doesn’t survive this match. And while they hated one another twenty-four hours ago…things are a little different now.


Lindsay Troy: Let him get up. Then you can pummel him.


Kaiser Vashaun: Not really what I had in mind.


Lindsay Troy: I’m not asking.


The look on Vashaun’s face could probably injure small children, but he doesn’t make a move towards Rayne. Troy nods to him before putting a boot into the back of Kazen LaCroix and pursuing offense against the Cajun.


Nick: Very interesting stuff. You have to wonder how many times Lindsay Troy can play savior while staying "neutral."


The Next in Line doesn’t get a chance for Rayne to get up because the incoming High Flyer nearly takes Vashaun’s head off with his patented Yakuza Kick. Only by diving into the center of the ring does he avoid being a probable elimination at the hands of the V.I.A.G.R.A. member. Flyer looks down and can’t help cracking a goofy grin. The downed Tyler Rayne has literally been delivered to him. He covers Rayne, who hasn’t stirred much since the beatdown of several minutes, delivered by Vashaun, Shakur, and Rippa.


Richard: Rayne’s lucky to still be in this thing in this state. It’s only a matter of minutes before he’s gone.


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Just like during their famous 5-Star Title match, Rayne won’t go down so easily. His shoulder off the mat is easily the biggest pop of the night, as the Russians go bananas for seeing that the Underground Pimp is still alive. Flyer looks almost pleased that Rayne’s still up for the fight, and the mohawked superstar pulls Rayne up by the hair, only to be met with one of the industry’s most famous grins.


Nick: He was playing possum!


Richard: He just got demolished.


Nick: You should know, Richard, that Tyler Rayne is in the business of taking punishment. And unfortunately for Flyer, he’s not too shabby at doling it out, either!


Two rights from Rayne. Block by Flyer. But Rayne’s hands are just moving too quickly as he goes back on the offense, as a spinning elbow knocks Flyer off balance. And with the fWo champion not able to mount a suitable defense, Billy Lovemuscle, cometh back to life, is happy to offer Flyer a headbutt right in the chops. Momentarily out of (that particular) danger, Rayne finds Shakur taking it to Dawkins. But that’s all the way in the opposite corner, and the snarling smile of Vejumin Rippa is a more immediate problem.


To make things more hectic, the clock counting down means that, once again, the tunnels are about to open. Commotion ensues in both rings as superstars consider whether they want to stay where they are for another ten minutes or perhaps seek a change of scenery.


Time to make your choices.


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For the second time, the Russians get to hear the awe-inspiring lyrics of Plies, whose "Plenty Money" now announces the second member of the Trust Fund, Carlos Garcia. Not being in the same Halo as his partner, Carlos hoofs it down towards Halo One, perhaps hoping to get an immediate advantage by joining Tony Borelli in Halo Two.


Nick: A lot of tag team competitors still left, and although we’ve never had a tag team winner, this could be the year. The tag division has some impressive singles talents.


In Halo One, Flyer grabs Mary-Lynn Mayweather, who’s been taking punishment nearly the entire match, and starts up the ladder.


In Halo Two, Troy Douglas moved quickly and is already into the tunnel, making his way over towards the first Halo. Not far behind is The Flying Frenchie, who, though just through the doors, makes a beeline for the ladder.


Nick: It appears as though some competitors are finally ready to change their environment in this year’s Halo.


Richard: Frenchie couldn’t stand the putrid scent of American college scum in Halo Two.


While battles continue to go on below, Troy Douglas emerges, now breathing the air of Halo One. He passes Flyer and Mayweather, who seem merely to be resting on the upper platform, without any incident and drops down into the chaos that is Halo One. On the Halo Two side of the tunnel, though, Frenchie is more cautious. He sees Flyer. He knows Flyer. He doesn’t particularly want to share any kind of intimate space with Flyer at this junction.


Tony Borelli has made his way through the human rubble of Halo Two and begins to climb the ladder. He didn’t anticipate the large paw of Hank Cobb grabbing him by the back and tossing him to the steel flooring. Borelli scoots backwards on his ass, trying to find a way to avoid a confrontation with the huge Cobb.


Richard: Dixie Normas…still can’t effing believe that name.


Cornered, Borelli takes the moral low ground and thrusts a boot into Cobb’s nether regions. And with that opportunity now available to him, Borelli takes it, scampering up the ladder while Hank Cobb recovers.


With roughly twenty seconds of tunnel time still left, Troy Douglas is on the ground looking for a fight. And when Impulse steps into his path, Megatron is happy to oblige the NFW’er.


Nick: Impulse and Troy Douglas, two of the finest competitors in the sport, and good men to boot, are going at it in Halo One!


Richard: At least they’re not hopping around like a bunch of goddamn Mexican jumping beans.


On top of the platform, Frenchie is torn. Flyer seems mostly interested in checking on Mary-Lynn, but that could all change if the famed Delacroix switches Halos and becomes Flyer’s direct competition. While Frenchie deliberates, Tony Borelli speeds past, no interest in spending time with the tag team competitors who’ll be out for his blood in Halo Two.


Richard: Wop moving at high speeds, look out!


When he comes to a stop, Tony Borelli is face-to-face with High Flyer and Mary-Lynn. Now Flyer isn’t too disagreeable of a guy and Mary-Lynn’s an absolute peach.


But this is the Dual Halo, bunky. And the two tag teams represented in this showdown know something about bragging rights.


Borelli starts things off with a right to Flyer, forcing him back to the edge of the platform. He goes to strike Mayweather, she, strangely, drops to all fours. If Borelli had the same middle school maturity level as Flyer, he’d understand what was going on. But since he’s not…he’s totally unprepared when Flyer dashes behind him and shoves Borelli. He staggers towards the edge, right over the on-all-fours Mary-Lynn Mayweather. The complete loss of balance sends Tony Borelli crashing over the edge into the ring!


Nick: High Flyer and Mary-Lynn just table-topped Tony Borelli!


Richard: That was so inane I almost have no words.


Nick: Using a childhood prank, they just caused irrevocable damage to one half of the Trust Fund.


Carlos Garcia would probably love to keep his partner in the Halo, but he’s occupied being on the receiving end of a backbreaker from Emilio Rage. And no one else jumps to rescue when Ryan Blasier seizes the opportunity to pin Borelli.


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Eliminated: Tony Borelli


As Flyer and Mary-Lynn give celebratory high fives to one another, something catches Mary-Lynn’s eye. Her jaw drops a bit and she points to a spot that Flyer’s eyes follow. Inside the tunnel, beaming like a clear Sunday morning, is the Flying Frenchie.


Richard: Yes! Ingenius! Let the greaseball do all the heavy lifting and then sneak in there while Flyer’s occupied!


Nick: Are you officially worshiping at the church of Frenchie these days?


Richard: Nick, if he wins, then he has to stay in PRIME. And if he stays in PRIME, I will have an uncontrollable attack of joy. Don’t be a squasher of dreams.


Flyer just smiles back, tapping his wrist as if to say "I’ve got all the time in the world, and I’ll be waiting for you when that tunnel opens, you unwashed frog."


Meanwhile, Halo Two has actually dwindled in size to ten competitors. Duke Williams and Hessian have paired off, with Duke delivering knife-edge chops that resound throughout the Halo. Jay Phoenix has resumed the fight with Ash Plato, hitting a snap suplex in the middle of the ring. Nine has taken a liking to Fusenshoff, toying with the Intense competitor via his judo-based offense. Alias drops an elbow into the gut of Brock Alyas, whipping him at the corner. But Alyas reverses the move, sending Alias back-first into the turnbuckle. The former ACW Champion bounces off loudly, staggering out of the corner. Staggering isn’t so smart, and Hank Cobb catches the rebounding Pulp Hero, and lifts him high overhead. After a short show of strength, the DUI member drops Alias, catches him on his shoulders, and plants him with a Samoan Drop.


Nick: Goodness, Halo Two looks about ready to tear itself apart! Hank Cobb with the Deacon Drop right there!


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Ladies and gentlemen, it’s about to get weird.


The thing about scheduling events in the former Soviet Union is that sometimes, especially given the cast of characters at this event, people get carried away and pay the folks in the production truck to pipe in the audio from Rocky 4. On the rare occasion that this happens, it never ends well. When the audio is complemented by blue and purple pyro, of a decidedly extravagant nature? That’s when things get downright silly.


"If I can change…"


Richard: You have to be kidding.


Nick: I have an inkling of who this might be, although it makes very little sense.


So, of course, it’s obvious where this is headed.


"…and you can change…"


Behind the words come a swell of string instruments and piano. If it weren't for the fact that it was being played behind sound bites from Rocky, it might almost be pleasant to listen to.


"EVERYONE CAN CHANGE!"


A pick scrape and some power chords later, and we're thrust headfirst into the "Championship Edition Remix" of a song known as "Go. Fighto.WIN!"


Nick: It’s confirmed, PRIME fans. We’re about to see…a familiar face. Or a familiar mask, should I say.


King Blueberry has entered the building. The Russians, infamous for their scarcities of fruit, cheer vehemently as The Artist Who Was Never Jared Sykes Not Even Close So Don’t Bother Mentioning It jogs with a regal gait down towards Halo Two.


Richard: I. Hate. Him.


Halo One, meanwhile, is more of the same. Tyler Rayne is still fighting Veljumin Rippa, although the Wicked Ways member seems to be losing steam. He’s just not as experienced a singles wrestler as Rayne, and his lack of stamina begins to show as Rayne dodges a sloppy punch and puts a kick into Rippa’s shin. The Swedish Shark growls in frustration and goes to grab Rayne, but the slippery Underground Pimp moves out of the way, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a jumping clothesline that puts Rippa down.


Nick: Rayne finally making some headway against one of his myriad enemies.


Richard: Problem for Rayne is gonna be that each person who comes out here knows, at the end of the day, that if they put him away, they’re golden. The price on his head is too high. He won’t last another twenty minutes at this rate.


Impulse continues to take it to Troy Douglas, with Megatron’s back against the turnbuckle. Two strong right hands are followed by a clothesline, but Douglas ducks forward and out of the turnbuckle, effectively switching places with Impulse. And with the jump on his opponent, Douglas is fierce. An uppercut catches Impulse by surprise, knocking him squarely against the turnbuckle. Quickly retreating back two steps, Douglas charges and nails a wicked Yakuza kick, the result of which is Impulse dropping to a heap in the corner.


Nick: Douglas just clobbered the hell out of Impulse!


Halo Two is now the site of a renewed rivalry, as Fusenshoff puts the boots to Hessian. Evidently, not much was solved in their Night One match for the Intense Title. Fuse uses the ropes for momentum, coming off and nailing the Murder Show with a knee drop right to the chest. In control of this encounter, Fusenshoff pulls Hessian up by the mask, taunting him, before a swift kick to the gut doubles over the former NTICW and OSW star.


Richard: Big tree fall hard.


Getting Hessian in a standing headscissors, Fusenshoff doesn’t waste time. He goes to lift the behemoth, but finds that after an hour in this match, he doesn’t have the strength to lift nearly four hundred pounds of human. So he improvises, hitting a pulling piledriver that shakes the ring.


Nick: Impressive offense from Fusenshoff for the second straight night. He can hold his own with Hessian, which means he can hold his own with damn near anybody in either Halo.


He doesn’t have time to make a cover, though, because as he gets to his feet, he’s damn near decapitated by a running, flying set of knees to chest. If this were Tyler Rayne, Fuse would now be done with Foreplay. But it’s a guy in a freaking Blueberry costume.


Nick: Atomic Thunder Muffin! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Atomic Thunder Muffin!


Richard: I. Hate. Him.


Checking back in on Halo One, Troy Douglas has Impulse on the second rope with a familiar double underhook setup. The cameras cut over just in time to see Megatron fall away, driving Impulse into the mat with a double underhook piledriver that’s famous across the world.


Nick: End of the Road! End of the Road!


Before Douglas can make a cover, there’s Ryan Blasier again, sneaking in with a hooked leg.


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Eliminated: Impulse


Richard: Nice work, kid. Over an hour in the ring. Too bad this isn't Wrestlemania 12, compadre.


Blasier gets up, content to have picked up another elimination to his name. Content only for a moment, though, as a spinning back kick from Lindsay Troy teaches Ryan Blasier an important lesson about gloating during the Dual Halo. Bryan Dawkins and Kaiser Vashaun are once again at one another’s throats, with Dawkins holding Vashaun in a severe wrenching headlock. Vashaun shoves Dawkins forwards and charges, but Dawkins sits outs horizontally, extending both feet out in a standing dropkick. Vashaun is forced backwards several paces just in time for the next entrant.


By the way, Frenchie’s still in the tunnel. It looks like he might be napping.


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Smoke starts to billow out of the entrance towards Halo One, as "Hysteria" by Muse hits the sound system.


Richard: Fire! Run for your lives! This stadium has twenty thousand too many Russians! We’ll roast alive!


Nick: Richard…I think that might be man made smoke.


Richard: …mmm. So it seems.


There’s another loud mixed reaction for the man who emerges from the smoke, walking like a man on a mission.


It’s Steve Knox, y’all.


Nick: The first ever PTC Elite Champion!


Richard: The first guy who ever lost the belt to some schmoe in SCCW!


As Knox takes his time stoically walking down the ramp (because being stoic is awesome), Halo Two is poppin’ off. A groggy Fusenshoff is just reaching his feet, and sees that Hessian has rolled to the turnbuckle, where he, too, is ready to rise. Fuse taunts Hessian again.


Fusenshoff: C’mon! I thought you’re supposed to be scary fuckin’ monster!


"I ain’t a monster, but I’ve got one in my trousers, hoss."


And, normally, a wrestler wouldn’t announce his presence as such. But when you’re Duke Williams, you do whatever, and I do mean whatever, you goddamn well please. Even when you’re sneaking up behind folks, you drop one-liners. And despite the loss of total surprise, there’s not much you can do when the 303-pound Malice Man rolls up on you like that. Fusenshoff tries to ward off Duke with a right hand, but it misses, Duke wraps both arms around Fusenshoff, and lifts him high before slamming him to the mat with the version of the Oklahoma Stampede he’s been using since you were in diapers.


Nick: Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound!


Hessian reaches full height as Duke drops down for the cover, but there’s nothing except delight on Von Kelsig’s mind. Certainly not saving his rival.


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Eliminated: Fusenshoff


Richard: Great, has-beens eliminating real talent.


Nick: Since when do you appreciate Fusenshoff? I admit, those sixty-eight minutes for a rookie were quite-


Richard: You know what? If you’re gonna do the stat thing, just nevermind.


Halo One is about to explode with action. The recently entered Steve Knox drops Billy Lovemuscle with a half-nelson suplex. Kazen Lacroix goes down to a butterfly suplex.


Emilio Rage meets the business end of a dragon suplex that Knox doesn’t bother to bridge. Carlos Garcia steps up, urging Knox to "bring it on" (you know the hand motion). Knox gives a slight smile, shrugs, and then more quickly than Garcia could’ve imagined, Mr. Elite is standing above him, while Carlos Garcia sees stars.


Nick: Gold Rush! That lariat came out of nowhere and Steve Knox is immediately making himself a favorite in this match!


It’s not awesome to make pinfalls, so as Knox looks for another suplex victim, Ryan Blasier slips in for another ill-begotten pinfall.


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Eliminated: Carlos Garcia


Richard: There goes the hopes and dreams of Dixie Normas.


Nick: Well said.


Richard: I was just testing whether I could get that out with a straight face. I self-congratulate and award myself a free trip to the concession stand.


Alias looks like he’s on his last legs over in Halo Two. Hessian’s back on the warpath, as no one was able to take advantage of Fusenshoff’s last stand against the monster, and Alias is his chosen target. The Pulp Hero blocks lefts and rights, but has nowhere to retreat, and sooner or later his forearms will give in to the sheer arm strength of Hessian. Lo and behold, though, Luis Gallegos running at the ropes, springboarding off, and taking down the Murder Show with a somersault DDT.


Nick: Haven’t seen much of Gallegos, but he’s doing what a high flyer should in a match like this. Picking his spots well, making sure he doesn’t miss, and staying alert.


Richard: That’s all that Frenchie’s doing, yet somehow he’s being vilified.


The Flying Frenchie is now officially napping. Flyer can hear him snoring as he and Mary-Lynn continue to watch things unfold from their excellent vantage point. But Bryan Dawkins has slipped away from the mob and is climbing the ladder towards Flyer’s position. Sliding out of the ring, his full attention on Dawkins, is none other than Ryan Blasier.


Nick: I don’t like this Blasier character one bit. He’s a snake.


Richard: I kinda dig his style. By any means necessary, homie.


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I aaaaam smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed…


Nick: Him too?

I aaaaam smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated!


A sudden pyrotechnic burst at the top of the ramp threatens to singe the eyebrows of those seated closest and a bulky, lumbering figure emerges from the smoke. A cast-iron permafrown etched across his granite rough features, the denim-clad bruiser pays no attention towards the crowd's negative vibes and descends upon the Dual Halo slowly and ominously.

Richard: Praise be to Hoyt, Jason Natas is back in PRIME!

Nick: After the injury suffered at the hands of Jay Phoenix, some thought the Anti-Superstar would be quietly released by PRIME, but it looks like Lisa Tyler found some use for him!

Jason stops at the bottom of the ramp and takes a deep breath, taking in the awesome sight of the Dual Halo. After thumping a gloved fist against his chest, Jason reaches over his shoulder and removes his black "A-N-T-I" tee before charging into Halo Two like a bull seeing red. The first pair he sees is Hank Cobb holding Ash Plato in a bearhug, which brings the closest thing he knows to a smile to his leathery face. A running start and a raised boot to the back of Cobb’s head is an advertent aid to the man who masquerades as Judge.

Nick: Natas isn’t too fond of Delta Upsilon Iota, that’s a fact.

Richard: I don’t he’s "fond" of his own mother, that raggedy S.O.B.

Whereas his judo had other big men befuddled, Nine is now finding trouble with Hessian. There’s no school of fight in the world that teaches you how to defend yourself against a 385-pound destroyer like Hess. As he rises, Jason Natas now sees the man’s been seeking. Engaged in fisticuffs with Brock Alyas is Jay Phoenix.

Richard: I don’t want to sound crude, but Jay Phoenix is about get scalped.


Much like he did with Cobb, Natas stalks up behind Phoenix. When Alyas sees the lurking figure of Natas, standing perfectly still behind Phoenix, he has a moment of pause. It gives the PTC star an opening and a side thrust kick to the face puts Alyas down. Natas remains motionless as Phoenix turns.

Nick: Lights Out for Alyas! But Phoenix is still in a bad way and doesn’t know it.

And then he’s on Phoenix in a flash, with a furious series of jabs that the Eternal Flame never sees coming. Now Jay Phoenix is a good, maybe a great, wrestler, but someone who’s completely fresh against someone who’s been ambushed and has already been in the match for over an hour isn’t the fairest of fights.

Nick: Natas looks like he’s been saving up this attack for months.

Richard: Phoenix deserves. That self-righteous windbag put Natas on the shelf in the first place. What goes around, Phoenix!

As Natas gets Phoenix on the defense, he throws a quick jab and then unleashes a mighty right uppercut that knocks Phoenix to the mat.

In Halo One, Veljumin Rippa is in similarly dire straits. Tyler Rayne’s boot raining down on your back is no fun. And with Shakur battling Lindsay Troy, while Kaiser Vashaun tangles with Steve Knox, the Underground Pimp seems safe-ish for a moment. Alongside Rayne, Troy Douglas has Emilio Rage in a standing headscissors. The spinning gutwrench powerbomb slams the Nicaraguan Nightmare down harder than he’s been slammed in years, following with a hooked leg cover.

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Eliminated: Emilio Rage

Nick: Rage tussled with some of PRIME’s best, but he also showed that there’s some rust to his game.

Richard: Oh, look, there’s the hill that Emilio Rage is ridiculously far over.

The less populated Halo is still brimming with violence. Duke Williams whips Luis Gallegos at the opposite rope, and the little man nearly gets his block knocked off by the big boot that’s waiting for him upon his return. Meanwhile, Jason Natas is taking grotesque pleasure in stomping a mudhole in Jay Phoenix. A set of hands spin Jason Natas around…a fairly unlikely pair of hands, actually.

Nick: Here we go again. Ash Plato, the second entrant into the Halo, is stepping in on behalf of Jay Phoenix, the first entrant.

Richard: Misplaced camaraderie is the easiest way to get knocked out, chump.

But Natas has too much. He blocks a right hand from Plato, puts a boot into Ash’s midsection, and in one fluid motion, crunches the SCCW superstar to the mat with his neck-snapping version of the Evenflow DDT.

Nick: New York Minute! Should be it for Plato!

Richard: Don’t get in the way of that man’s vendettas. Yikes.

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ThreeNO!


The referee’s hand comes up just short. Not because Ash Plato is in any position to kick out; he looks like he might be dead. But Jay Phoenix, having pulling himself up by the ropes, pulled Natas off at the last possible second. The Eternal Flame leans against the ropes, breathing heavily and glaring down at the Anti-Superstar.

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Nick: And here we go! Who’s gonna be the next entrant in the Dual Halo?

Richard: PleaseletitbeXavierKannon. PleaseletitbeXavierKannon.

YO, YO, YO! TIME TO POP A 40 AND CHECK YOUR ROLLIES, IT’S…

BROOKLYN, BROOKLYN!


Richard: Wait, what the…?

Nick: What the hell…?

The fans chant FUCKING HUGE as a MASSIVE gaudy explosion of red, white, blue, and silver fireworks explode from every which way.

The Dog tags.

Bulletproof vest…

Black jeans…

A silver grill.

Nick: WAIT, OH, MY GOD! THAT’S SON-

Richard: MR. SILVER, CHAIRMAN OF PRIME.

Sure enough, the fans come unglued and let out a rousing ovation for the surprise appearance of the former Chairman of PRIME turned Sports Entertainment Liaison to PRIME turned Hall of Famer. As the God-King of Wrestling officially enters Halo One, he certainly notes the sense of anarchy in the air. Devin Shakur swings with a solid elbow strike, one that Lindsay Troy catches at the last second. The Queen of the Ring, charter member of the Sonny Silver is a Piece of Shit Club, doesn’t seem to notice Silver. She uses the bottom rope as leverage, grabbing Shakur around the head and pulling the former Universal and Intense Champion to the mat with a tornado DDT that ignites the crowd.

Nick: Two former Universal Champions going at it!

Richard: Shakur’s the reason Troy hasn’t had a whiff of that title in going on eight months.

Nick: Shakur was indeed the victor the last time Lindsay Troy competed for the Universal Title at UltraViolence last year.

Bryan Dawkins and High Flyer are engaging in one hell of a staredown on the platform nearest the tunnel. Flyer uses his body to shield Mary-Lynn Mayweather, whose heels are less than a foot from the platform’s edge.

Bryan Dawkins: She’s got no part of this, bruh. The lady’s got a free pass.

High Flyer: Me and Mary-Lynn-

Mary-Lynn Mayweather: Mary-Lynn and I.

High Flyer: But you are Mary-Lynn.

Mary-Lynn Mayweather: It’s Mary-Lynn and I.

High Flyer: Shit, did Tony infect you with a case of…I dunno, whatever makes him like he is?

As MLM slaps her forehead, Dawkins and Flyer don’t take their eyes off one another. On the lower rungs of the ladder, Ryan Blasier is waiting and listening. With everyone else in Halo One occupied with, ya know, beating the shit out of each other, no one seems to have noticed Blasier’s sneaking off. Down below, Sonny Silver is on some kind of ripshit hot streak. Kazen LaCroix makes the mistake of trying to grab Silver, perhaps forgetting that Silver is as fresh as young Will Smith. Silver counters Lacroix’s attempted grapple, slides behind the Creole Crippler, and damn near tosses him across the ring with a Release Tiger Suplex.

Nick: Whoa! Silver hasn’t lost it!

Richard: You’re gonna see all these late-match guys come in like a house on fire. Especially when they’re as freakin’ awesome as Teh Silver.

Veljumin Rippa reaches his feet in time to see Tyler Rayne charging and then everything goes dark.

Nick: Ohmigoodness!

Rippa crumples to the mat at the feet of Tyler Rayne.

Richard: Haven’t seen that in a long goddamn time.

Rayne looks down at Rippa, then up at the man who stopped him from taking Rippa out.

Sonny Silver.

Nick: Corona from Silver! Rippa’s gotta be done!

Rayne extends a long middle finger to Silver. Ever the mature competitor, Silver tosses up double birds for Rayne before the two begin throwing hands. After putting down Kaiser Vashaun with a brainbuster, Steve Knox scampers over to Rippa for the cover.

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Eliminated: Veljumin Rippa

Nick: Wicked Ways is gone, which is the only good news at the moment for the Dawkins/Rayne contingent, who are still without their third.

Richard: Even money that Tsonda’s too beat up after last night to come out. Wouldn’t bet he first time he’s left friends high and dry.

Nick: I’ll believe that the Tuesday after never.

The shot cuts to Halo Two just in time to see Alias lifting Nine for a stalling vertical suplex. Luis Gallegos bounds to the corner, jumps to the middle of the top rope, springboards off, and takes Nine down with a flying body press.

Richard: Did that Enemigo just…whoa.

Nick: Luis Gallegos again showing a penchant for picking his spots, taking Nine down to the mat and making Alias’s vertical suplex a hell of a lot more effective!

Gallegos goes for the cover on Nine.

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ThreeNO!


As Nine gets his shoulder up, Gallegos feels himself lifted up by the scruff of his neck. Hessian smiles as he sees Luis’s eyes go wide. Just like that, the diminutive Union member is up on Hessian’s shoulders, then hoisted out, dropped with the sit-out Ganso Bomb.

Nick: Hellevator!

Just seconds after he thought he might score a timely elimination, Luis Gallegos is on his back, with 355 pounds preventing him from moving on in the Dual Halo.

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Murky guitars, strumming from the depths.

The type of wildly evasive riff that only Slash can play.

Kick those drums in.

"Right Next Door to Hell."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: You don’t have to be American to detest Jason Snow, it seems.

Richard: You just have to be a dummy.

The sight of the Original Villain at the top of ramp may have the fans attention, considering last night’s main event, one certainly, to remember. But those tunnels are open, which means it’s time for some serious commotion within the Halos.

As the tunnel doors whoosh open, The Flying Frenchie rubs his eyes, yawning. He pulls himself slowly to his feet, monitoring the situation with Dawkins and Flyer.

Bryan Dawkins: Last chance, bruh. Tell Mary-Lynn to step aside or both of ya are goin’ over the edge.

High Flyer: You should probably be the one going down…errr, that’s what she said. But seriously, our mutual buddy’s in some danger.

By mutual buddy, he means Tyler Rayne. And by "some danger," he means Sonny Silver and Devin Shakur absolutely raining down strike after strike on Tyler Rayne.

Mary-Lynn Mayweather: You boys have your fun. See ya.

And just like that, the most "fragile" member of Team V.I.A.G.R.A. turns on her heel, gets one step of momentum, and takes off. There are countless flashbulbs as the 125-pound Mayweather glides over heaps of competitors, flipping backwards as she hurdles towards her destination. And when the Shooting Star Press finally hits its marks, Devin Shakur and Sonny Silver, the crowd goes wild. Rayne looks incredulously at the three bodies in front of him. He chooses to drop onto Shakur.

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Nick: There’s the Halo for you. Tiny Mary-Lynn Mayweather almost just knocked out one PRIME’s heavy hitters in Devin Shakur.

Jason Snow has arrived in Halo Two, with punches in bunches for Alias, in what is surely one of the most marked-out-for moments of this Halo. King Blueberry, content early on to blend in with the crowd, hops over the top rope towards the ladder. On the tunnel’s opposite side, Flyer and Dawkins are both still somewhat reeling from Mary-Lynn Mayweather’s amazing move.

Bryan Dawkins: She chose Rayne over you, bruh.

High Flyer: Nuh uh. She’s just got this stupid do-gooder streak. Gonna have to brainwash it out of here some…WAIT A SECOND! I HATE YOU!

And with that, Flyer charges, effectively hitting a running spinebuster that plants Dawkins on his back just within the tunnel. Billy Lovemuscle, heading for the ladder, shoves Ryan Blasier out of the way, and darts up the ladder.

Nick: Looks like Lovemuscle’s had just about enough of Halo One’s intensity.

Richard: What’s he think they’re doing in Halo Two? Arts and crafts?

Nick: He’s got an ally in the Flying Frenchie, although I don’t think he realizes that Frenchie is in Halo limbo right now.

Lovemuscle reaches the platform, a broad grin coming across his face as he avoids the ground-based scuffle between Dawkins and Flyer.

Billy Lovemuscle: Frenchie!

The Flying Frenchie: Zut! Where ‘ave you been?

Billy Lovemuscle: Had some business to take care of over there. You been waiting for me long?

The Flying Frenchie: It was quite ze task, but I suppose zere was not’ing you could do. How is Halo Un?

Billy Lovemuscle: Hell, man. Won’t last long over there without some allies.

The Flying Frenchie: Merde.

As Lovemuscle and Frenchie consider their next move, there is precious little time left for the tunnels to be open. Perhaps fifteen seconds. From the opposite end of the tunnel, King Blueberry comes barreling through. Seeing the completely unfamiliar face, Billy Lovemuscle extends an arm, clotheslinining the Prince of Produce. Instead of waiting for Blueberry to come to his senses, Lovemuscle and Frenchie hightail it for Halo Two. As Bryan Dawkins raises up, putting a stomp into Flyer’s gut, Ryan Blasier finally makes his move. He scales the ladder, attempting to sneak up on Bryan Dawkins.

Nick: There’s Blasier going for another elimination via sneakery!

Richard: He’s about to get a bounty, too. Then Rayne’ll be all alone.

Grabbing Dawkins by the back of the head, Blasier slams the Flyin Hawaiian’s back into the steel flooring with a Russian Leg Sweep. Blasier reaches his feet, standing happily over the downed Dawkins, thinking about how great his 5-Star Title shot will be.

"Hey, jerkwad, whaddya think you’re doing?"

High Flyer reaches his feet, huffing and puffing. He looks Blasier dead in the eye, although Ryan seems a bit confused. Most people are by their first encounter with Flyer.

But Blasier’s unfamiliarity with Flyer is a huge handicap, as evidenced by the fact that he doesn’t see the running Yakuza kick coming. It happens in a flash, with Flyer’s boot, with his momentum, providing enough energy to send Blasier flying backwards off the platform to the crowded ring below.

Nick: LOCOMOTIVE OFF THE PLATFORM! HOLY MOLY!

Richard: It’s raining non-PRIMEates!

As Blasier’s now-prone body crashes into the ring, Troy Douglas and Kazen Lacroix, who had been trading right hands, share a glance between them. They then return to trading those right hands, having taken out a moment to note how strange that was.

Flyer turns around to see two things. Bryan Dawkins is up on one knee. Also, King Blueberry, knocked loopy by Lovemuscle’s clothesline, staggers out onto the platform, just as the tunnel doors close.

Nick: I’m not sure King Blueberry even knows where he is right now.

Richard: What a dummy. He’d have been better off trapping himself in that tunnel.

The Duke of Delicious, seeing Flyer and Dawkins, throws his dukes up.

King Blueberry: THE PINEAPPLE FIEND!

Dawkins turns his head to see Blueberry run…and go nowhere.

King Blueberry: Does this Halo have some kind of devilish anti-gravity mechanism?

High Flyer: (points) Your shorts are caught in the door.

All three men look at the door where, indeed, King Blueberry’s shorts have been caught on the inside of the tunnel while his person is, obviously, outside of the tunnel.

Nick: Oooh, bad stroke of luck for King Blueberry. I…don’t think I’ve ever seen that in any past Dual Halos.

Richard: What a retarded ass retard that guy is.

King Blueberry: You had some part in this, Dawkins. It must be so!

The Flyin’ Hawaiian shakes his head for a moment, before he hops to his feet and tries a sweep kick on Flyer. Back on ground level, Kaiser Vashaun is happy to put Ryan Blasier out of his misery if it means he’s one step closer to fulfilling his promise to Lisa Tyler.

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Eliminated: Ryan Blasier

Nick: An hour in the match and a handful of eliminations, but Ryan Blasier’s gone.

Nobody has an answer for Jason Snow. The half-dozen men down or out of the ring can attest to that. The next man up is Brock Alyas, who charges with a sharp lariat. But Snow’s been around the block once or twice, and he easily ducks underneath the move. Alyas bounces to the far ropes, but Snow’s got an answer for that too. The impact of Snow’s foot on Alyas’s chin seems to literally lift him off the ground, sending him into a heap at the feet of Alias, with whom there’s no love lost. Alias, too, has been around the block, and knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth in a match like this.

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Eliminated: Brock Alyas

Nick: Two men gone in the last minute! Twenty-two competitors left, with a handful of entrants yet to make their way out.

With another man gone at his hands, Snow looks around the ring. Some people, like Jason Natas and Jay Phoenix, have their own scuffles to deal with. Others have already tasted his fist. One man, though, steps forward.

Nick: Get those cameras out, folks. This could be a very memorable showdown.

Richard: If that hillbilly doesn’t ruin it, sure.

Duke Williams has ice in his veins. So does Jason Snow.

Richard: Seven years ago, you would’ve had to turn into that lame PCW crap to see this. Now we’re giving it to you in Hi-Def, with a very good-looking color commentator, to boot.

It’s another one of those staredowns. Even in the midst of chaos, these two recognize that there’s a "moment" here.

Duke Williams: (nods) Hoss.

Jason Snow: (nods) Plebe.

It seems to come without warning as the two men clash. Duke swings with a big left hook that Snow just barely dodges, as their confrontation dominates the middle of Halo Two’s ring. Elsewhere, Hank Cobb has Ash Plato in a full nelson, but he drops his right hand, pulls up the smaller Plato close to his chest, and then puts him hard on his back with a pumphandle slam. The Flying Frenchie, finally in the ring after more than ten minutes of being "entered" in the match, attempts to make his mark on the match by sneaking in behind Cobb and rolling up the big man.

One…

Nick: Duke’s occupied with Snow, this could be it for Cobb!

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Three!

NO!

With a powerful kickout, Cobb escapes the grasp of the Frenchie. The big man is to his feet almost immediately, actually looming over the man known to anyone who could ever love him as Pierre Delacroix.

The Flying Frenchie: S’il vous plait, Monsieur…Cobb, is it? Surely, you could squash me comme un petit insecte. Mais, avez la gentesse!

Hank Cobb: You speak frog?

The Flying Frenchie: Le francais?

Hank Cobb: S’what I thought.

And this is followed by a swift boot to the throat. Hank Cobb’s a good ol’ Southern boy, and that necessarily implies a dislike for anything French. But Cobb doesn’t notice Frenchie’s (sort of) partner in crime, Billy Lovemuscle. Lovemuscle has to jump to do it, but he wraps his arms around Cobb’s neck and aggressively yanks the DUI member to the mat with a sleeper drop. Nearby, Jason Natas is toying with Jay Phoenix, holding him by the hair as he delivers punch after punch.

Nick: Natas is sick.

Richard: We’ve already seen that Phoenix would do the same thing.

Nick: COMPLETELY different circumstances!

Natas lets go of Phoenix’s hair to deliver a Roaring Elbow that’s less wrestling and more just a painfull ass elbow to the nose. Phoenix drops to his feet, exhausted by his first Halo experience, which has already been a packed eighty minutes. Natas puts his boot on Phoenix’s chest for the most arrogant pinfall attempt possible.

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TwoNO!


Nick: Jay Phoenix may be hurting, but he’s got too much heart to go down like that.

In the middle of the ring, Snow’s freight train offense still hasn’t been stopped. By using his quickness, he’s been able to avoid the powerful clutches of Duke Williams, content to pick at the Malice Man with speedy maneuvers. Duke attempts to lift his boot into Snow’s midsection, but the Original Villain catches the foot, and puts Duke on the mat with a dragon screw leg whip. Once he’s back up, he urges Duke to do the same, dying for someone who can go toe-to-toe with him.

Richard: I’m not sure Snow’s got an equal in this match.

Nick: Well, we know that Chandler Tsonda can give him a run for his money, but the Viet Viper is nowhere to be seen.

Richard: I don’t know what language I have to speak to explain that he’s not showing up, but I’d love to learn it.

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"Ruff Ryders’ Anthem" by DMX hits the sound system to a considerable pop. They love this song, it just came out in Moscow. But no one has a goddamn clue whose entrance it signals.

Nick: Who…has ever used this as entrance music?

Richard: Rock Startling or Asa Fountain would be my best guess.

The PRIME*View lights up with three words in dramatically slow succession.

EAT.


MY.


FACE.


Nick: No…it couldn’t be.

Richard: Last time we saw this doofus, he was playing dress-up as Danny Ferguson.

Nick: At King of Kings, the Illustrious Face-Eater made a cameo, but he hasn’t competed in PRIME since November 2007.

But there he is, stepping out in all his Faceriffic glory. Same weed mask, same Visine-requring eyeballs.

Nick: The Face is in the Halo!

Here’s where things get weird.

He blows up.

Nick: WHATTHE…?

A Michael Bay-style explosion occurs at the top of entranceway, although it’s contained to the ramp area. Every fan glues their eyes towards the area, but…and you’re not going to believe this…most wrestlers just keep doing their thing. No joke, you don’t take your eyes off anyone in the Halo, not even for a Baysplosion.

Richard: Is there anything more ridiculous than this? Ever?

Smoke billows from the area, which should be reduced to a crater, but seems relatively unscathed. And then you hear the music. If you can all it music.

It’s "Garbage Bag Johnny Will Win Zero 2 Hero" by the man himself, Garbage Bag Johnny. The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME cometh.

Nick: How do you explain what just happened?
Richard: I don’t. After all the Holo-Facey, Robo-Facey, Zombie-Facey idiocy, I’m sure that was a holographic explosion of a cyborg or something. I’m sure everyone’s fine.

Nick: That’s…not a bad explanation, actually.

It doesn’t require an explanation. It just happened, ‘kay? As GBJ approaches Halo One, Sonny Silver is working over Troy Douglas. They lock up, but Silver brings a swift knee into Megatron’s midsection, doubling him over. He shoves Douglas into the corner, where knife-edge chops rain down on Douglas’s chest. Even the Russkies know what to do.

WHOOO! WHOOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO!

Tyler Rayne and Devin Shakur are back at it nearby. Rayne misses with a spinning elbow, and the quick-thinking Shakur uses Rayne’s momentum to lift him and spike him down onto the mat with a shinbreaker. Back in the corner, Sonny Silver introduces his boot to Troy Douglas’s face, then heads for the adjacent ropes, bounces right back, and issues a Randy-Orton-on-Vince-McMahon face kick that puts Douglas on his back.

Richard: Even you have to admit…Silver looks like a force to be reckoned with.

Nick: No debate there. I just wish he weren’t doing it by using a move called…I can’t believe I’m saying this…The Shitkicking.

Hessian, who’s been content to lie low (as low as a 7’2, 355-pounder can) for a bit, re-emerges in Halo Two with serious force. Billy Lovemuscle and The Flying Frenchie try a double team shoulder block, but the big man doesn’t budge. They just bounce off. And as their respective sets of eyes go wide, the big man moves. Wrapping an arm around each man, he lifts them over his shoulder. Frenchie tries to wriggled out, and when that fails, he starts pounding on Hessian’s back with his fists. With an irritated growl, The Murder Show tosses Frenchie to the ground, where Delacroix smartly scampers away. Unfortunately (for him), Billy Lovemuscle is still up on that massive shoulder, and his resistance won’t stop the big guy. He goes up, and then comes down. That’s somewhat of an oversimplification because when he comes down, it’s in the clutches of Hessian’s signature Sit-Out Ganso Bomb.

Richard: Another sucker rides the Hellevator!

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ThreeNO!


Frenchie’s boot in Hessian’s back breaks up the certain pinfall, but by the time Hessian can turn to look for his assailant, Frenchie is sinking back into the crowd, making a stop to nail Nine with a bulldog. Duke Williams has finally gotten some offensive momentum against Snow, as he uses his size advantage to punch at the Original Villain, who’s stuck in a Duke headlock. Snow shoulders Duke towards the ropes, wiggling out, and bounces off, putting the Malice Man into a pinning predicament with a cross body block.

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Richard: So close, so very close to being rid of that idiot.

Lindsay Troy finds herself once again tangling with Kazen Lacroix. Not because the Cajun wants any part of her, but they just keep finding one another, so why not punch the hell out of each other? Lacroix catches a boot intended for his midsection, but as soon as he does, he regrets it because a Lindsay Troy enziguiri against your cheekbone really sucks. With Devin Shakur in a front facelock, Tyler Rayne wrenches, trying to work on Shakur’s neck. And when Shakur tries to put his shoulder into Rayne’s gut, the Underground Pimp has an answer for that as well, by way of a double-arm DDT.

Nick: You just can’t separate Rayne and Shakur.

Richard: They’re like the most fucked up magnets of all-time. Does that even make sense? I’ve been sitting here getting dumber for an hour and a half.

Halo Two’s getting a similarly frenetic pace, as Jason Natas continues to toy with Jay Phoenix, who seems barely conscious, but somehow has managed to put up a fight. With Phoenix standing, but prone against the turnbuckle, Natas continues his assault. As he puts his fist deep into Phoenix’s gut, causing the Eternal Flame to fall to his knees, Natas gets a taste of his own medicine. From behind him, Alias comes charging in, and, with a head full of steam, nails a twisting neckbreaker on the unsuspecting Anti-Superstar.

Nick: Warms my heart to see someone put a stop to Natas’s sadistic games.

With Frenchie momentarily unavailable, Hessian is content with making Lovemuscle pay for what his ami just did. He pulls Billy up by the hair, pulls him into a standing headscissors. Lifting Lovemuscle as if for a powerbomb, Hessian makes a spectacle of what he does next, charging forward several steps with Lovemuscle in crucifix position atop his shoulders, then heaving him forward. When Lovemuscle comes crashing down, he bounces off the ring almost into the corner.

Richard: That crazy bastard uses human beings like I use darts.

Nick: Except the dart isn’t damn near dead when you throw it. Hessian’s Ballista just wrecked Billy Lovemuscle.

Having just showed the entire ring why you don’t want him in this match, Hessian covers Lovemuscle.

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Eliminated: Billy Lovemuscle

Richard: Nice to know ya, but not that nice.

With King Blueberry still stuck, and watching the scene with his arms folded, Bryan Dawkins and High Flyer are still going at it. Mounted on Dawkins, Flyer throws a series of right hands intended to make The Flyin’ Hawaiian a little less pretty. When Dawkins blocks the last one, Flyer’s happy to offer up a headbutt squarely into Dawkins’s nose.

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Seems like everybody, everybody, everybody forgot about me…

For a moment the fans are perplexed, as no one knows what wrestler this song is supposed to announce. But for those of you who are not in the know, the PRIME*View is going to let everyone know exactly who everybody has forgotten about.

[THE LIFE]

Then, after a minute, a red word inserts itself between "the" and "life."

[THE NEW LIFE]

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

Nick: HE’S HERE! THE NEW LIFE IS HERE!

Richard: Oh Jesus.

Close, but not exactly. As "Forgot About Me" by Scarface continues, The New Life enters the arena, and the fans go nuts, and everyone watching at home can tell from the look on his face that this is for real.

Jonathan Rhine is back in PRIME. With two working eyes, no less.

He slaps hands of the fans and slowly makes his way to the large obstruction, standing outside of it for a long moment before finally walking through the near entrance. The smile never leaves his face, and within seconds, he’s at the door of Halo Two. In he steps, and the glow of being a new entrant dissipates, becoming the cold realization that he’s going to have to outlast more than twenty savage animals if he wants to be a winner. First up? Hank Cobb. Dodging a hefty double axe handle from Cobb, Rhine grabs the big man’s leg, then sweeps out the other with a swift kick.

Nick: Dead Tree Fall!

The Flying Frenchie tries his hand at Rhine, jumping him from the side as Rhine finishes his assault on Cobb. He holds Rhine in a Full Nelson, but Rhine looks effortless in escaping, pulling Frenchie forward over his shoulders and depositing him on the mat with a generic martial arts takedown. Rhine looks up to find Hessian lumbering towards him, which would send most men running.

Jon Rhine throws his dukes up.

Richard: This is about as smart as the time you started beef with Xavier Kannon, Rhine. Except instead of half-blind, this time you’ll be dead. And not half-dead, like the corpse kind of dead.

Garbage Bag Johnny looks to be having a great time surveying the action in Halo One. From outside the ring, GBJ watches as the odds begin to turn against Tyler Rayne. Kaiser Vashaun has found the Underground Pimp once again, and Rayne finds himself fighting off KV and Devin Shakur. Close by, Mary-Lynn Mayweather is trying to hold her own against Sonny Silver, but a powerful clothesline from the Hall of Famer sends her spinning before she crashes to the mat.

Nick: Silver certainly didn’t get any classier in his absence from PRIME.

Richard: He said the same thing about you.

Silver pulls Mayweather up by the hair, as a double vertical suplex from Shakur and Vashaun puts Rayne on his back. Sonny taunts the tiny Mayfly, putting a hand to his groin and giving a hearty tug. Mary-Lynn takes this opportunity to slap away Sonny’s hand from her hair, and put her boot directly into the aforementioned crotchal region.

Nick: He asked for it!

Richard: She totally touched it.

Nick: With a foot intended to cause pain.

Richard: Dude, she touched it. That’s all that counts.

Ash Plato pulls himself up with the ropes. He’s feeling it. The weight of the match. The burden of having to come out second when some men in this match haven’t even made it to the Halos yet. Most times, adrenaline will carry you through the greater part of a match. Ash Plato’s adrenaline ran out forty-five minutes ago. He’s fighting on borrowed time.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll quit.

When Alias rolls up on the Las Vegas native, Plato answers him with a jumping knee strike that sends the Pulp Hero spinning backwards. He follows this up sliding in behind Alias with a schoolboy.

Dude ain’t dead yet.

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Richard: Can’t we get this has-been out of here?

Nick: The word you’re looking for, I believe, is "legend."

Plato doesn’t get to his feet until after Alias, and the former ACW Champion doesn’t look too pleased at Plato’s attempt to eliminate him. Plato’s frienemy for the night, Jay Phoenix, seems to have finally gained the upper hand on Jason Natas. An inside hook kick puts Natas on his back and has Phoenix running for the opposite rope, where he bounds off, and comes back. A short-arm clothesline is followed by dual round kicks on Natas, as Phoenix runs up the turnbuckle and flies off with a shooting star press.

Nick: From The Ashes!

But Natas just barely rolls out of the way and Phoenix goes crashing to the mat. While Natas takes his time getting to his feet, Alias wraps up Ash Plato and smashes him to the mat with a Belly-To-Belly Half Nelson Suplex.

Nick: Pulped!

Richard: Have you taken a breath yet tonight?

Kaiser Vashaun whips Tyler Rayne across the ring, where Devin Shakur’s waiting with a forearm smash right into the Underground Pimp’s forehead. Mary-Lynn Mayweather just barely dodges a huge right hand from Sonny Silver, but the next move from Silver, a shin kick, doesn’t miss. Mayweather grabs at her leg and Silver seizes this moment of opportunity, putting her to the mat with a fisherman’s suplex, complete with a bridge.

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ThreeNO!


Richard: That Mayweather chick is gonna get uglified by King Silver.

Nick: I have to agree that Mary-Lynn doesn’t stand a great chance of surviving in this match if Sonny stays in her face like this.

On the platform, King Blueberry has deciding on who he’s rooting for.

King Blueberry: Rip that impostor of a fruit-lover in half, mohawked one!

Flyer tries to DDT Dawkins, but the new father counters with his leg between Flyer’s. The V.I.A.G.R.A. member slams a fist into Dawkins’s back, but the youngster refuses to be DDT’d. Grabbing Dawkins by the hair, Flyer tosses him into the closed tunnel doors, just inches from King Blueberry. The Duke of Deliciousness tries to throw a right hand at Dawkins, but the Flyin’ Hawaiian catches his hand.

Bryan Dawkins: Not now, bruh.

King Blueberry: (points) Your damsel appears to be in quite the quagmire over there.

Dawkins and Flyer both turn to see Sonny Silver stomping away at Mary-Lynn Mayweather. Flyer glares at Dawkins.

High Flyer: Kill you later.
And with that, Flyer lives up to his name. He takes off from the platform and, like Mary-Lynn before him, glides through the air. Flyer turns himself into a ball, bringing his knees almost up to his chest, but making sure they remain in front of them. The reason for this would be that when they hit Sonny Silver squarely in the face, they’re going to hurt him a buttload.

As in right now.

Nick: Flyer just put dual knees into Sonny Silver’s face from that platform!

Richard: Old hat. Don’t you know that the cool thing is tossing people off of there?

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Maybe it’s the recognizable "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" by Weezer. Maybe it’s the smell of just a bit more arrogance in the air.

But if there was a quiz, the answer would have to be those three letters, exploding in purple wonderment.

[ P ]

[ H ]

[ S ]


Richard: I can dig this.

Nick: This was Jay Phoenix’s deal with the devil. He had his match last night, but the cost was that he gave up this slot.

Richard: What a hopelessly noble schmuck.

As Hunter Sabuni makes his way towards Halo One, it’s inevitable that the cameras cut to Jay Phoenix. He swings at Natas, but there’s very little life behind it, and Natas laughs it off as he ducks. Simultaneously, Alias puts a boot into Ash Plato’s midsection. Phoenix scores with the next swing, delivering a hard right hand that puts Natas back a couple steps. When Natas turns back around, he puts his finger to his lip, feeling the tiniest trickle of blood on his finger.

His mood changes entirely. The Anti-Superstar immediately sends a three successive jabs into Phoenix’s grill, causing The Eternal Flame to lose his balance a bit. Natas then reels him in and drops him hard on his neck with that crunching Evenflow DDT that he’s made all his own.

Richard: New York Minute!

Natas hooks the leg, seeking the pinfall he came back to PRIME for.

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Eliminated: Jay Phoenix

Just several feet away, Ash Plato receives a Muay Thai knee to the gut from Alias. Whiskey Jack wastes no time, pulling Plato in towards him, adding a spin for momentum, and dropping Plato on his neck with a nasty tilt-a-whirl piledriver.

Nick: A-Bomb!

Richard: I’ve seen so much pain here tonight. And yet, that one might’ve been the worst.

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Eliminated: Ash Plato

Nick: There you have it. They come in together and they leave together. Almost ninety minutes of wrestling for both men. Admirable.

Richard: The losing part…not so admirable.

Mary-Lynn Mayweather stumbles to her feet with help from Flyer, but he’s immediately engaged by Kazen Lacroix. Leaving Devin Shakur to beat on Tyler Rayne some more, Kaiser Vashaun makes his way towards Mayweather, narrowly avoiding the tussle between Troy Douglas and the newly-entered Hunter Sabuani. Mayweather never sees Kaiser, which isn’t too good for her.

It’s a simple way of doing things. Spin her around, hoist her onto your shoulders, and drop her hard on her fragile little neck.

Richard: Weight of the World! SEE YA!

Nick: Unbelievable. It’s just another elimination, another way of getting himself closer to stripping Tyler Rayne of power.

Richard: You should have respect for his ability to put emotions aside to get the damn job done.

Nick: Excuse me for finding an assault like that on Mary-Lynn a bit appalling.

Richard: She signed up for the match. She signed the waiver. Get the hell over it.

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Eliminated: Mary-Lynn Mayweather

Flyer’s boot is a moment too late to save Mayweather, and when the former fWo’er sees his lawyer/friend/manager laid out like that, something goes off in his head. Something that would probably turn green and rip its shirt off if it were any angrier. He pulls Vashaun off Mayweather with one hand and begins UNLOADING on Kaiser with right hands, to the delight of the crowd.

Nick: Flyer may be a laidback guy, but if you cross him, you’re gonna be sore the next morning.

With his main objective acquired, Jason Natas turns to find his next victim…or whoever he sees first. Noticing Nine enjoying some offense against The Flying Frenchie, Natas has found his mark. At the same time, Jon Rhine and Hessian are at each other’s throats. Hessian tries to wrap a paw around Rhine’s neck, but a well-placed elbow knocks Hessan’s arm away. Rhine tries to whip The Murder Show to the corner, but the brawn of Von Kelsig reverses the move, sending Rhine into the turnbuckle. Hessian follows, but doesn’t expect Rhine to run up the turnbuckle and backflip over him. Hessian tries to spin around, but Rhine’s got the drop on him, and puts it to good measure. He grabs Hessian’s head in side headlock, takes a step, and then leaps into a sit-out position,

Richard: Someone finally got an offensive move in on Hessian.

Nick: It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen the big man on his back, but Jonathan Rhine is probably one of the few men in this match who can go toe-to-toe with Hessian.

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Cue the banjo.

Lynyrd Skynyrd. "That's How I Like It."

RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nick: I think I just heard a dog barking!

All heads turn to the entrance ramp for a moment as Skynyrd hammers the speakers. The crowd bellows as "The Bad Dog" Wade Elliott steps into view and stalks toward the ring, eyes blazing and jaw jacking.

"Where I come from it's grits an' gravy, not champagne n' caviar!!
Got pickup trucks, ain't no Mercedes, that's who we are!
Oooooh!
Yeah, wouldn't change a thing!"


Richard: Somebody's getting bloodied, methinks.

Nick: He's here! He's ready! And he looks pissed off…as usual.

The Southern Sparkplug heads for the second Halo with considerable pep in his step, heading towards the site of Jason Snow and Duke Williams’s pitched battle. Back pinned against the turnbuckle, Snow uses the corner for leverage, lifting a boot into Duke’s chin. This causes the Malice Man to turn away in pain, which allows Snow to hoist himself up onto the second rope. When Duke turns, he sees Snow’s body, led by a sharply cocked elbow, flying towards him.

Richard: Anything you want him to do in the ring, he can. That’s why he’s where the discussion begins and ends when you talk about best wrestler in PRIME.

Nick: I think Chandler Tsonda might have some gripe with that.

In Halo One, Bryan Dawkins, returned from his extended stay on the platform, makes his presence very much felt. Devin Shakur, presently choking Tyler Rayne with the ring, gets a nice reintroduction to Dawkins when The Flyin’ Hawaiian hits a running hurricanrana. He could try for a pin, but finds it more worthwhile to help Rayne up. The Underground Pimp puts a hand to his neck, in pain from that recent rope assault courtesy of Shakur. But with those two reunited, their chances for survival are much higher.

Elsewhere, Lindsay Troy tries a shuffle side kick on Hunter Sabuani, but the Raja of Roguishness has apparently read the book on the Queen of the Ring. He ducks to the side, then comes rushing back in with a high knee right to the side of Troy’s face, which sends LT spinning.

Nick: Now’s the part of this match where you’re really going to see stamina become a factor.

Richard: Oh, because those first ninety minutes were a dress rehearsal?

Nick: You’ve got guys like Alias and Duke Williams who have been fighting for the equivalent of three or four matches. And then you’ve got the fresh folks like Sabuani and Elliott. The difference in energy levels grows exponentially from here on out.

Richard: Oh, really, Mr. Scientist?

Nick: Are you maybe just upset because you don’t know what exponentially means?

Jon Rhine’s success against Hessian in Halo Two is becoming noticeable. By sticking with quick, largely evasive maneuvers, The New Life can at least hold his own in a one-on-one setting with the ludicrously large man. Hessian goes to grab Rhine, but he ducks, steps to the side, and performs a Capoeira back roll across Hessian. When Hessian gets upright again, Rhine’s there with a corkscrew dropkick, once again taking The Murder Show off his feet.

Hank Cobb and Alias are…well, they’re just basically punching the crap out of one another. Brawling would be too pretty a term for what they’re up to. A strong forearm shot from Alias puts Cobb back on his heels, but also gives him space. The big man goes for a running Big Boot, but Alias ducks underneath and pops out the other side, hitting a jumping karate front kick that smashes against Cobb’s ear and puts him on the mat. From behind Alias, The Flying Frenchie zooms into the picture, cheapshotting Alias with a jumping double elbow to the back of the neck. Frenchie bounds to and up the turnbuckle, and wastes no time coming off with the greatest French weapon of all-time.

Le guillotine.

Legdrop, that is.

Nick: Guillotine Legdrop on Cobb!

One…



Two….



Three!


Eliminated: Hank Cobb

Steve Knox, over in Halo One, has taken to yelling out at Garbage Bag Johnny, who is walking around the outside with a silly-looking grin on his face.

Steve Knox: Janitor!

Garbage Bag Johnny: What now?

Steve Knox: You got a mop or some similarly awesome weapon for Steve Knox to use?

Garbage Bag Johnny: Steve Knox?

Steve Knox: (points) Me.

Garbage Bag Johnny: Oh….uhh, sure.

GBJ reaches into his pocket as he walks over towards the ring, where Knox impatiently taps his foot. As he pulls out his hand, he tosses a handful of sand into Knox’s eyes. The former Elite Champion immediately yells out in pain as GBJ hightails it to some other spot that’s not inside the ring.

Steve Knox: I’m not sure which is more confusing: why you’d do this to a guy like me or why you had that much sand in your pocket!

With Knox blinded, he’s a good target for Sonny Silver. The God-King steadies himself, then uncorks a MONSTROUS roundhouse kick to the side of the head.

Richard: THE CORONA! IT’S BACK!

The impact of the kick knocks Knox through the middle rope to the outside, so Silver turns to find a new opponent. Troy Douglas steps up, just barely missing with a spinning back kick. Silver capitalizes on the miss, nailing Douglas with a twisting neckbreaker that puts Megatron on his back. Silver’s in the middle of a stomp when he looks up.

"Fuckhead."

Lindsay Troy is standing in front of him, very calm given the situation.

Sonny Silver: Busy here, bitch.

The God-King of Wrestling offers another stomp to the downed Troy Douglas.

Lindsay Troy: AHEM.

Sonny Silver: Yeah, WHAT?!

Lindsay Troy: Time to go home, Fuckhead.

Sonny Silver: Is that so?

Lindsay Troy: Is the pope Catholic?

Silver stomps at Troy Douglas again.

Lindsay Troy: What did I just say? Fuckhead’s hearing going as he gets old?

Sonny Silver: I hope you realize this is bull-fucking-shit of the highest degree.

Lindsay Troy: Whatever lets you sleep at night.

With several more grumbles, Sonny Silver shakes his head and lays down for Troy, who puts two fingers on his chest as the count is made.

One…



Two….



Three!


Eliminated: Sonny Silver

Richard: I…I don’t know that I’ll ever be the same.

Nick: Cheer up, Richard. We’ve got a great match ahead of us!

Richard: I know he’s gone out there, but he’s still alive in my heart. I’LL NEVER FORGET ABOUT YOU, SONNY!

Tyler Rayne and High Flyer have found one another, with the result being a brawl in the corner of Halo One’s ring. Bryan Dawkins is nearby, fending off arm strikes from Hunter Sabuani. PHS scores with a kick to the midsection, and tosses Dawkins into the turnbuckle. In quick succession, he hits a body splash to the corner, a monkey flip back out, and then double knees to the face of Dawkins.

Richard: Game, Set, Match! Gotta love that speed offense.

89:57

89:58

89:59

90:00


Nick: An hour and a half down, a new entrant coming out, and tunnels opening. Prepare for chaos!

The song? C’mon, you know it. Dun dun dun dun dun, dada dada da da dada.

No?

"Livin’ La Vida Loca." The only music fit for an Enemigo. And one with as much charisma as Enemigo III? He loves that shit.

Richard: Three letters, one word, only thing on my mind. WHY?

Nick: PRIME’s an equal-opportunity employer. It wouldn’t be sporting nor would it be fair not to allow an Enemigo to participate.

As Enemigo III sashays, head bobbing to Ricky Martin, down towards Halo One, there’s tons of movement. King Blueberry, finally freed from his prison, rubs the spot on his shorts where he was caught, before heading back towards Halo Two, where there are no female wrestlers. Dude doesn’t wanna fuck with that.

Garbage Bag Johnny reaches underneath the ring in Halo One, grabbing a conveniently-stored duffel bag before he heads to the ladder. He’s behind Troy Douglas, who hasn’t found a fight worth staying in Halo One for.

At the bottom of Halo Two’s ladder, Jason Natas shoulders past the returning King Blueberry. If there were more time, the Anti-Superstar would love to paint the ring red (or is it blue?) with Blueberry’s blood, but he’s got some enemies in Halo One who need attending to.

Nick: By my count, we’ve got Blueberry, Garbage Bag Johnny, and Douglas headed for Halo Two, with Natas the lone man heading for Halo One.

Richard: I don’t think Douglas is privy to the information that Natas is headed his way.

Troy Douglas is halfway down the tunnel when Jason Natas first sets foot on the platform. A long, intense staredown ensues as the two men get closer to one another. Finally, the two returning roster members are but two footsteps away from one another. Neither man will step aside to let the other past.

Jason Natas: Real unlucky for a cunt like you t’be runnin’ into a cunt like me.

Troy Douglas: You relying on luck to win this match? Well, no pun intended, but good luck with that.

Jason Natas: Jokes all night from you, eh? Ya ever hear the one about the fuckin’ prick who got beat by Jason Natas at Great American Nightmare?

Troy Douglas: This place is all what have you done for me lately. And you…haven’t done shit.

Jason Natas: Neither’ve you.

Troy Douglas: Okay then.

Jason Natas: Peachy.

They meet eyes.

Now, they meet hands. Natas’s first swing is blocked by Douglas’s forearm. Behind Douglas, Garbage Bag Johnny has tossed his duffel bag onto the floor of the tunnel, relatively oblivious to the semi-epic encounter going on a handful of feet away from him.

Sabuani and Rhine move into a collar and elbow tie up, but Sabuani pulls up and kicks Rhine in the back of his right leg. Rhine backs up slowly, letting the pain course through his body, but smiles at Sabuani within seconds as if to say nice try. Meanwhile, Dawkins and Vashaun are battling it out, trading punches until the former Intense Champion digs his knee into Bryan’s gut and whips him into the ropes, nailing the Flyin Hawaiian with a back elbow. Over in Halo Two, Snow seems to be going for an elbow to Douglas, but Troy rolls out of the way and The Original Villain slams into the ground. Douglas gets to his feet and kicks Snow hard in the freshly minted champ’s back. Snow doesn’t stay down long, getting right back up as the fans cheer both competitors on.



Nick: These guys are giving it everything they have here as we have are going strong into 91 minutes.



Richard: I'm going to get some more snooze, wake me up when we have a significant breakthrough.



In Halo #1, Rhine has Sabuani in the corner and slams his elbow into Sabuani’s sternum which doesn’t get the best of reactions from Hunter. Sabuani counters with a hard palm strike with to Rhine’s face that rocks the former SCCW Champion. Taking advantage of the situation, Sabuani whips Rhine into the ropes, and nails a perfect drop kick to ground Rhine.



Elsewhere in Halo #1, the battle between Troy and LaCroix continues to build as Troy starts to pull herself up after a sickening clothesline from Kazen, only to be met with a flurry of stinging kicks to her midsection that keeps Lindsay on her knees as she covers up her abdomen from the pain. Back in Halo #2, King Blueberry bounces off the ropes before nailing a flying roundhouse kick to Duke Williams that takes the old Hoss down, and Nine takes this chance to take down the larger Wade Elliott as he nails a perfect Shining Wizard that plants Elliott into the mat face first.



Nick: You can bet the Bad Dog isn't going to be happy about that when he wakes up.



Richard: He'll be flyin higher'na kite'na hurricane.



Nick: What the blue hell was that?



Richard: I picked up Elliott's new 'How to Talk Like a Redneck Book for Dummies'



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Hessian, in Halo #1, Hessian makes sure to keep High Flyer on the ground as he leaps up into the air and nails a knee into the back of the 5-Star Champion. Flyers yells out in pain as he’s still sore from his earlier battle against Bryan Dawkins. Back over in Halo #2, Frenchie and Knox are squaring off against one another as Knox tosses Frenchie out of the ring before following after him and slamming his boot across the face of the fWo Legend! Frenchie looks out at the fans and turns his head only slightly as Knox does it once again to ensure that Frenchie gets the idea.



Nick: Steve Knox is taking no prisoners in there.



Richard: Awesome people answer to absolutely nobody.



Tsonda and Rayne are seen trying to break the will of Devin Shakur just a little bit at a time, but Shakur continues to show his toughness as he refuses to go down, especially against these two. Rayne though continues his body scissors on the former Universal Champion as Tsonda stomps away at Shakur’s ribs! Then, from behind Kaiser Vashaun explodes out of nowhere as he slams his forearm into the back of Tsonda’s neck! With Tsonda stunned, he connects with a full nelson slam that rocks Tsonda’s world! Vashaun wastes no time as he goes for the cover and the referee immediately begins to count!



One!



Two!



THR—



Before the referee can bring down his hand for the three count, Tsonda is able to get his left shoulder up, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts as Vashaun starts to get to his feet with the intent of inflicting more pain on Tsonda until the Flyin’ Hawaiian comes flying off the ropes and connects with a bulldog that grounds Vashaun squarely in the center of the ring! Elsewhere, Elliott is dragging Blueberry to his as he whips him into the ropes and plants him into the middle of the ring with a sidewalk slam! It’s all a blur to him as back over in Halo #1, High Flyer flies from the top rope and nails a missile dropkick to the chest of Hessian whose body collides with the Halo structure.



Nick: High Flyer going straight after the big man and it paid off.



Richard: Hopefully he doesn't get the next Intense title shot.



Nick: Not many people are going to be envious of the person who does.



FLYER! FLYER! FLYER! FLYER!



Back in Halo #2, Snow is rubbing his neck quickly so that he can work out the pain so he can focus back on Douglas who has been attacking Jason’s neck repeatedly over the past few minutes! Douglas, planted in the ground from a belly-to-belly suplex, is slowly rolling around and trying to pull himself up as he’s met with a stiff kick to the chest courtesy of the new Universal Champion! Snow sees this as an opportunity and takes advantage of it as he moves towards Douglas, and then rolls him up for a pin!



One!



Two!



Nick: Could this be it for Megatron?



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Before the referee is even able to get his hand off the ground after the two count, Douglas is able to kick out of the pinning maneuver. Elsewhere, Sabuani is huddled into a corner as Jason Natas lets him have it, the brute force of his punches rocking Hunter’s little world! Meanwhile, Blueberry gets back up on his feet, but so does Steve Knox. Blueberry is quicker to the draw though as he slams his shoulder into the stomach of Steve Knox who is standing on the side of the apron! However, Knox is able to keep his balance, and as Blueberry rushes towards him he nails a kick of his own to Blueberry’s face! Somehow Blueberry manages to not fall down, but is instead met with a German Suplex from Nine who just planted Snow down in the middle of the ring with a spinebuster that rocked the entire ring.



Nick: What a backbreaking move.


In Halo 2, Troy Douglas has done his best to shake the grogginess from his head, and it’s a good thing, because Alias comes charging in, smashing down on Megatron with repeated forearms, before placing a perfect knee lift that knocks Douglas into the ropes.


Just as it appears Alias is in firm control, Douglas comes bouncing back off the ropes with a massive lariat that flips Alias up and into the air. Reaching down, Douglas lifts Alias and plants him with a twisting double underhook brainbuster.


Nick: End of the Road 08!


OOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE…



TWWWWWOOOOOOOO….



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Eliminated: Alias


Nick: A very impressive run for Alias comes to an end after a full hour and a half in the match!


Meanwhile, back over in Halo #1, LaCroix is pulling Troy off the mat only to nail her in the midsection with a knee! With Troy doubled over, LaCroix bounces off the ropes and goes for a scissors kick, but instead lands on his back as Troy moves out of the way and then the Queen of the Ring connects with a front flip legdrop across the throat of Kazen! Troy stumbles back to her feet and narrowly misses a clothesline from Sabuani who instead runs smack into the body of Vashaun who turns around, wraps his throat around Sabuani and plants him with a chokeslam that gets some hearty approval from the fans!



In Halo #2, Frenchie is now seen on the outside of the ring, climbing up onto the top turnbuckle while Knox slowly pulls himself up after taking a vicious knee from Troy Douglas.Knox is really feeling the effects of the Halo in the middle portions of the match here. As Knox turns around ever so slowly, he’s met with the fact that Frenchie is soaring through the air. However, we’re never quite clear on what Frenchie is going for.



OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



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That’s right folks, Steve Knox counters this move with a sickening kick to the jaw of the Flying Frenchie as he slams into the mat with a sickening thud! Knox is on one knee as he takes a moment to recover while the Frenchie is laying down on the ground in much worse shape then his opponent. Not part of his plan the fans would surmise.



Back in Halo #1, Shakur is seen dragging Rayne over towards one of the corners. He then slams his fist as hard as he possibly can into the jaw of Rayne, but is tackled from behind by Chandler Tsonda as both competitors go flying out of the ring and onto the structure known as the Dual Halo! Rayne then flies off the ropes before he dives through the middle of the ropes and tackles Shakur to the ground before he sits up and starts planting punch after punch to the face.



OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



Meanwhile, Williams connects with a DDT on Nine in Halo #2 and goes for the cover!



One!



Two!



THR—



Somehow, Nine is able to kick out in just the nick of time much to the dismay of Duke Williams who gets up yelling at the referee! The referee tells him it was only a two count and Williams just shakes his head. Meanwhile, Elliott slams his fist into the face of Steve Knox before kicks him in the stomach and pulls him up to his feet. The Bruiser then whips Knox into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan Drop that illicits a groan from the crowd. Wade then walks over towards Knox and plants a swift elbow right to Knox’s sternum! Snow meanwhile takes a brutal shot from Douglas but fights back with one of his own before he gets knocked down by Douglas. Snow gets back up and Douglas does it again, causing Snow to grip his face in pain. Blueberry, with his lightening quick speed, hops back up, and nails a dropkick to the right knee of Douglas! Douglas drops to one knee when Blueberry bounds back up, and nails an enziguiri to the back of Troy’s skull.



Nick: That'll rattle a few braincells loose.



Richard: If you enter this Halo, you don't have many to begin with, my man.



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Back in Halo #1, Flyer is on his feet and immediately drags LaCroix to the middle of the ring. He then kicks him twice in the ribs before getting down on the mat and locking him into an STF! Kazen immediately starts to yell in pain as his neck and back are being wrenched in quite an undesirable position! The referee immediately asks Murray if he wants to give up, but the Outsider tells the referee no as Flyer continues to hold on to hope as the fans begin to get behind him!



FLYER! FLYER! FLYER! FLYER! FLYER!



Then, Troy is back up to her feet and is met with a shoulder to the ribs from Sabuani who seemingly stumbles out of nowhere! Then, out of nowhere, Vashaun explodes as he lifts Sabuani into his arms as he yells out in pain as he threatens to squeeze the life out of Sabuani. Hunter tries hopelessly to beat back the former Intense Champion, but Vashaun is able to hold on with the Bear Hug as Sabuani continues to try and move, but is finding it remarkably hard to get any movement with a man like Kaiser Vashaun trying to kill him. It’s only by the grace of God that Vashaun is stopped as Tsonda slams his fist into the back of Kasier’s skull.



Richard: ILLEGAL HEADSHOT!



Over in Halo Two, Knox is trying to keep in this match as Duke has him in an old fashion sleeper hold and Knox is fading fast as the referee checks Knox to see if he’s completely out of the match by raising his hand and watches as it falls without any signs of life!



One!



KNOX! KNOX! KNOX!



The fans continue to chant Knox on, hoping to revive him somehow, but it looks to be useless. The referee raises Knox’s arm for a second time, and just like the first time it drops back to the mat lifeless.



TWO!



KNOX! KNOX! KNOX!



The referee then lifts Knox’s arm once again and this one looks like it’s going to be all over. He then lets the arm go and it starts to drop.



















AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



The fans yell out at the same time as Knox does as he explodes up again much as if he was just reborn!


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Troy is seen moving around Halo #1 until she slams her fist into the face of Shakur, saving Rayne from a certain amount of pain. Shakur spins around and wraps his hand around Troy’s throat before slamming her into the side of the Halo. The eyes are seen to be rather large from the pressure Devin is extracting on her, the fury in his eyes just uncanny as he drains the life out of Lindsay’s body.



Nick: Shakur pounding the life out of Troy here. Showing absolutely no mercy.



Richard: I'm getting a boner over here.


















YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!



Until Tyler Rayne decided to say hello to his friend with a swift punch to the back of his skull. Then slammed his face into the Halo structure. Repeatedly. Painfully.











YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!



In what can only be called amazingness personified, Shakur elbowed Rayne in the stomach, turned around, slammed his elbow into his chest, and started to drag Rayne towards the ring until High Flyer ran across an entire set of ropes and nailed a twisting shooting star press on the two bad boys of PRIME! As all three of them went crashing into the side of the Halo!



HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



In Halo #2, Blueberry is on his feet as he looks a little dazed and in a considerable amount of pain. That’s what happens when Wade Elliott eats your colon for breakfast by nailing a backbody drop out of the ring and onto the steel surface awaiting our patients outside of the ring. However, he is able to drag his body up and looks to see Knox slamming his fist into the face of the French guy! Blueberry sighs as he runs full speed and leaps onto the top rope before he wraps his legs around the neck of Snow and nails him with a flying head scissors which puts down the new Universal Champion



Or so he thinks.



As he gets back up to his feet, he’s met with a stiff uppercut from Snow who seems rather unfazed by the move as Snow whips him into the ropes and plants him in the mat with a high knee to the face as the fans can only cringe from the sheer impact of Snow’s knee crashing into Blueberry’s face!



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Blueberry is slowly pulling himself up, and ignores the pain he’s feeling. He then lifts Frenchie up and nails him with a HARD knife-edge chop to Frenchie’s chest that echoes throughout the entire arena. The fans right by the action are heard saying "Ooooh" from the pain of shot as Blueberry does it again to cause Frenchie to cover his chest in pain. Blueberry then grabs the back of Frenchie’s head and drags him over to the nearby corner where he slams Frenchie’s head into the corner!



Blueberry then whips him across the ring and nails a clothesline into the corner on Frenchie who comes stumbling out of the corner! Blueberry then grabs Frenchie’s wrist and whips him into the corner again before he runs full speed at him again and this time he leaps into the air legs first and starts flailing them wildly until he slams three kicks into Frenchie’s face and the Flying Frenchie falls down onto the ground.



The Liu Kang



Blueberry then goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: The Flying Frenchie



Richard: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Nick: (Crying) THIS IS SO SAD, DUDE!



They embrace, not a man hug, full hug.



97:00




Back over in Halo #1, Shakur is on his knees, looking at the crowd, and then looking at the fallen Rayne as they share the same pain. Devin slowly stumbles to his feet and slams his fist into Flyer’s face who stumbles back into the ring. Yet, before Shakur can move again, Troy slams her foot into the face of Shakur who crumples to the ground again. Tsonda then takes Sabuani and slams him to the mat with a hip toss that turns into this knee digging into the Hunter’s back as Sabuani grimaces in pain! Outside of the Halo, LaCroix and Dawkins are doing battle until Rayne wraps his arm around LaCroix’s neck and nails him with a DDT onto the steel meshing.



Richard: That was just nasty.



Nick: Could have easily caused a concussion.



Hessian is seen standing there holding Rhine’s leg as Rhine fights with Hessian to get him to let it go. However, Hessian has a good grip on his leg. Yet, he let’s go of Rhine’s leg, and swiftly moves in wrapping his arms across Rhine’s chest area! He then connects with the Ballista!



BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



RHINE! RHINE! RHINE!



Yet the cheering from the fans is unable to stop Hessian from going for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Rhine manages to kick out to the excitement of the fans as Hessian gets back up only to be met with backbreaker from Natas! Hessian falls to the ground as Natas gets on top of the large beast and starts pelting him with fist after fist, refusing to give up!



In Halo #2, Nine is seen pulling himself up as he walks over to Snow, wondering what he has to do to stop Snow once and for all. He then pulls Snow up off the ground, but Snow immediately slams his shoulder into Nine’s gut. Nine backs up in pain as Snow explodes out of nowhere with a Tiger Suplex that rocks the entire arena with a buzz! With the end of the Tiger Suplex, Snow has him in the pinning maneuver!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: Nine



Nick: Nine with a great effort but unfortunately, the newcomer is going to have to wait another year if he wants to claim the Halo prize.



Richard: Ups.



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Rhine is slow to his feet as is LaCroix. Both men finally get up on their feet though at the same time! They look at each other and Rhine immediately hits LaCroix with a punch! LaCroix, stunned by the punch, fires back with a punch of his own! The two men are throwing punches back and forth at each other with no sign of either man getting any advantage. Then, Rhine slams his elbow into LaCroix’s face! He then steps back and sizes LaCroix up before he plants him with a kick to the midsection that's followed by neckbreaker that has Kazen rolling around in a world of pain.



Nick: The New Life showing everybody that he can still hang in a PRIME ring.



Richard: Yep



Nick: No eye joke?



Richard: I'm still sulking over Frenchie's departure.



Nick: He'll receive a parade in France I imagine.



Back over in Halo #2, Williams has an armbar locked in on Elliott as the Bruiser continues to refuse to tap as the referee checks on him. Williams locks it in tighter and after a few seconds, it looks like that Elliott might tap until Douglas kicks Williams in the back of the head.



99:00




In Halo #1, Flyer and Tsonda come face to face. The slightly larger Flyer starts to take advantage of the situation and starts to push Tsonda into the opposite corner, showing signs of exhaustion. As he moves closer to the corner, he all of a sudden pushes Tsonda as hard as he can and Tsonda collides hard back first into the corner. Tsonda looks at Flyer and then at the referee who just stands there. Tsonda, feigning shock, then explodes out of the corner with a fist. Yet, Flyer blocks it and follows it up with a flurry of rights himself. After the fourth shot, Flyer whip Tsonda across the ring and nails him with a clothesline. The fans immediately start to chant Flyer's name.


FLYER! FLYER!


Outside of the ring, Rayne and Shakur take no time in getting back up. Rayne goes in for another punch to Shakur's face, but Shakur is able to react faster as he drills his elbow into Rayne's stomach before nailing him with a Russian Leg Sweep. Rayne's head hits the steel mesh pretty hard as Shakur gets back up and awaits on his opponent to get back to his feet. Rayne isn't down for long as he gets himself back up and glares at Shakur before the two start trading punches with each other. Devin is ready for him though as he pushes him back down to the steel meshing and begins to stomp away at him. Rayne continues to fight though as he gets back up even under the barrage. Shakur immediately starts laying into Rayne with hard right hands before whipping Rayne into the ropes and connecting with a flying back elbow that grounds Rayne once again.

Nick: Shakur and Rayne refusing to stop battling one another. How can they keep this up for much longer? Something has got to give.

100:00


The doors then open and the mayhem continues. The craziness that is Tsonda/Rayne/Shakur moves through the tunnels of the Halo, showing no signs of relenting. Dawkins tries to go with the group, but Vashaun stops him as he takes Dawkins legs out from under him with a chop block as Dawkins crashes into the mesh hard! Garbage Bag Johnny, having been missing from action for the past ten minutes stumbles into Halo #2 courtesy of Tsonda/Rayne/Shakur, and desperately tries to make it back into the tunnel, but misses out when the tunnel closes!



Richard: Wanh, wanh, wanh.



Snow then grabs the back of Knox's head and nails him with a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the arena. Knox winces in pain as Snow slams his fist into Knox's forehead that pushes the former Elite champion into the corner. Keeping up with the intensity, Snow then slams a few knees into Knox's gut before whipping him across the ring, causing Knox to go back first into the turnbuckle this time around. After a few seconds Snow rushes out of the corner and launches onto the second rope right next to Knox while wrapping his arm around Knox's head. He then leaps to the edge of the ring and slams Knox's throat against the ropes. Without a moment's hesitation, Knox grabs at his throat and stumbles slightly from the impact. Snow then proceeds to climb up the nearby turnbuckle and as Knox turns around he nails Knox with a perfect missile dropkick. Knox slowly climbs to his feet only to be met with a superkick to the face from the Universal Champion and as Steve collapses to the ground, Snow follows behind!



ONE!



...



TWO!



...



THREE!



Eliminated: Steve Knox



Richard: Well the ratings for this just went down the can.



Nick: We still have a lot of very prestigious names in this match.



Richard: None as awesome as the man who just left. God speed, sir.



Richard salutes Steve.



Back over in Halo #1, Vashaun then slams a few forearms into Dawkins's face, stunning the Flyin' Hawaiian, before he wraps his arms around Dawkins's waist and nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dawkins doesn't get a chance to breathe though as Vashaun immediately gets on top and starts to slam his fist into his face. Dawkins tries to cover up, but is unable to as Vashaun throws all of his weight behind it. Then, he gets off of Dawkins and grabs his right leg and props it up on the nearby turnbuckle. Vashaun, wanting to extract as much pain as possible, ties Dawkins's leg with the ropes and Dawkins tries to scramble out of the predicament with no avail. Vashaun just smiles as he positions himself right over Dawkins's injured knee and leaps up into the air with the help of the ropes and slams all of his weight into the injured knee. Dawkins yells out in pain as he can feel the bones grinding together.



Nick: Dawkins with that giant bulls eye on his back, everybody wants a piece of him and Vashaun appears to have zeroed in on him.



Richard: Movin' on up!



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Having reached the top of the turnbuckle, Sabuani looks around before setting his sights on Natas. Then, without anymore hesitation, he leaps off the top rope and nails a moonsault onto the wrecked body of Natas! Natas cringes from the pain as he attempts to grab at his stomach but is unable to do so from the sheer pain of doing so. The fans just watch on as Sabuani squirms around for a moment, feeling slightly winded from the manuever. Yet, after a few moments he starts to get his air back and moves over to Natas where he yanks his leg out of the ropes and goes for the cover once again!



ONE!



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TWO!



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NOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Richard: Whew.



Nick: The returning Natas almost eliminated a potential favorite in the Halo.



As Natas is able to kick out firmly after the two count, the attention turns to Halo #2 where the Garbage Bag has connected with a swift uppercut into a belly-to-belly suplex! GBJ rolls off of his opponent and can only stare at him as Douglas lays there in pain. GBJ bounces up to his feet and then runs into the ropes before jumping into the air and slamming his knee across Douglas's face. Immediately, Douglas covers his face as GBJ pulls him up off the ground before nailing him with another uppercut that sends Douglas stumbling around the ring from the pain. GBJ stalks the former Intense Champion before nailing him with a pumphandle slam that winds Douglas in the center of the ring. Knowing that he's weakened Douglas enough, he starts to focus on his own strengths as he walks over to the Universal Champion, Jason Snow, but is distracted by a ham and cheese sandwich.



Richard: SAMMICH!



Nick: What in the-



Richard: SAMMICH!



102:00




In Halo #1, the referee begins to check on LaCroix who is wincing in pain from a stiff kick to the throat courtesy of Lindsay Troy. Troy just looks at her opponent, enjoying the pain somewhat she's causing LaCroix, and feels like she's on top in their mini-battle. LaCroix just looks out at the crowd as he continues to hold on, feeling as if his throat is about to explode. With LaCroix on his back, Troy knows she has him in the right position as she continues to apply the pressure by slamming her knee into his throat. Slowly, the fans start to chant Troy's name, the Queen of the Ring had come to Russia and they were all happy. The referee continues to check on LaCroix who just continues to yell out in pain, but keeps telling the referee that he refuses to give up. Troy can only look at LaCroix as she yells at her opponent that the worst is yet to come before slamming her knee squarely into his face.



Richard: Ouch, that's just wrong. That's sexist!



Nick: Oh grow a pair.



Richard: I would but I don't want them served as a delicacy in China if Troy gets on top of me and tries to rip them off.



TROY! TROY! TROY! TROY!



Back in Halo #2, Blueberry begins to feel the momentum pulsate through him as he starts to ball of his fists. Elliott refuses to relinquish any of the pressure from the Anaconda Voice to the point that the fans start to turn against him. He doesn't care though as he applies even more pressure and starts to yell, the pressure starting to get to him. Blueberry yells out as well as he can feel his neck starting to feel numb to him. Knowing he needs to do something, Blueberry squeezes his hand and slams a fist into Elliott's ribs. Elliott feels the blow but does everything in his power to hold on. Blueberry, knowing he needs to keep the offense up, slams his fist into Elliott's ribs once again. And again. Elliott though is like a rock as he keeps taking the punishment. Knowing that desperate times call for desperate measures, he slams his fist into the groin of Wade Elliott who instantly breaks the hold!



Richard: No bad puppies in our future.



103:00




In Halo #1, Flyer starts to roll away from Hessian, hoping to create some distance between the two. However, Hessian is having none of this as he walks over to Flyer and starts to pull him off the mat. Flyer though retaliates with a few shoulders to the midsection before flipping Hessian over his shoulder and to the outside! The fans continue to chant Flyer on as he pulls himself up using the ropes and tries to fight through the pain that he's experiencing. The Halo was a cruel bitch. Yet, there's no end in sight and Flyer refuses to go down. Not tonight. Not here.



Instead of taking the easy route, over in Halo #2, Rayne bounces off the ropes, his face wincing the whole time, and goes for another high risk move. However, Shakur is ready for him as he ducks it. Rayne though also takes that into consideration and instead of just launching himself, he is able to change in mid air and lands on the apron. The sudden change puts him in a world of pain though as his right leg slams down onto the apron hard. However, he knows he has no time to waste as he jumps onto the middle rope and leaps off into a moonsault. Yet, instead of the two colliding their bodies together, Rayne overshoots slightly and grabs Shakur's head and slams him with a reverse DDT into the steel flooring!



Nick: Steel flooring right on the head after all these two have gone through. What a sickening thud that was.



Richard: Shakur got the better of him last night and I have faith my boy can do it again.



In the same Halo, Tsonda and Snow slowly start to look at one another, the memories still fresh from last night's match, and even though Snow is a little slower than Tsonda, he gauges the damage done to his body and slams his fist into Tsonda's face. Tsonda, seeing that he needs to stop Snow now, slams his boot into Jason's stomach before taking advantage of Snow's position and slamming his boot into the side of Snow's head. Snow drops to the ground like a sack of bricks as Tsonda grabs him and rolls him onto his back. Snow continues to try and move though, knowing that he needs to slow down Tsonda who is pulling him up to his feet. As Snow is standing once again, he slams his fist into Tsonda's face before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a clothesline that sends both men down to the mat!



Nick: Another Night 1 classic being resurrected here in the Halo.



104:00




Back in Halo #1, the former Intense Champion is in a pinning scenario and is able to kick out as Dawkins slowly rolls off of him. Vashaun starts to pull himself together as both men get up at the same time. Dawkins, able to use his agility, slips behind Vashaun's back and wraps the smaller man up before nailing him with a German Suplex! This sends a huge momentum surge through the fans and Dawkins as he holds onto Vashaun and pulls him back up. Vashaun, looking dazed, is unable to fight off Dawkins as Dawkins lifts Vashaun up again and nails him with another German Suplex. There's a buzz through the arena as Dawkins fights to bring Vashaun up to his feet again, and nails him with another German Suplex, this time bridging himself for the pin!



ONE!



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TWO!




...



NOOOOOOOO!



Richard: That would have sent The Next in Line up the damn wall.



Snow starts to sit up as Tsonda uses the ropes to help him up to his feet so he can balance himself. Looking at his fallen opponent, he limps over there and pulls him out before slamming his fists into his face and then whipping him into the ropes. As Snow bounces back, Tsonda leaps out of his shoes nearly and slams into Snow with a Lou Thesz Press. Tsonda starts to slam his fists, each one harder then the last one, as the fans roar out his name in support. With the referee telling him to get off of Snow, Tsonda gets up and looks at the fans as he storms over to the corner waiting for Snow to pull himself up. He just stalks Snow with his eyes, waiting for him to pull himself up. Slowly, Jason does exactly that, unaware of his surroundings. As he makes it to his feet, he slowly turns towards Tsonda, trying to find out where his opponent is. As he does so, Tsonda explodes out of the corner, not showing any signs of pain, and nails Snow with a spear that knocks the wind out of the Universal Champion. Tsonda immediately goes for the pin!



Nick: COULD THIS BE IT FOR SNOW?



Richard: NO! NO!



ONE!



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TWO!



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...



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



105:00




Williams starts to pull himself up without the aide of the ropes. Blueberry slowly starts to do the same thing as Williams walks over to him and tries to help him up. Blueberry though leaps up and nails Williams with an uppercut. Williams stumbles backwards, dazed and shocked by the move, before rushing at his new foe. However, Blueberry is ready for him as he is able to duck just in the nick of time. As he ducks, he manages to wraps his arms around Duke's neck and nails him with a painful neckbreaker! Blueberry rolls over before he goes for the cover on Duke Williams!



ONE!



...



...



TWO!



...



...



And yet, Williams manages to kick out!



Richard: He has the power of Hoyt on his side, Nick, he's going to win this.



Nick: How many times have you changed your pick since this thing started?



Richard: 403



Even with the wind being knocked out of him, GBJ is able to get a shoulder up as Douglas curses out loud at not being able to put away GBJ, a pin move that was going on at the same time as the Williams/Blueberry pinfall. Douglas, feeling the momentum starting to shift back into his favor, pulls himself up and begins to stomp away at GBJ, making sure that he stays down on the mat for a little bit longer.



Then Douglas is seen climbing one of the turnbuckles. His eyes are focused upon GBJ as he just sits there, planning his next attack. GBJ starts to pull himself up and as he turns towards Douglas, Troy leaps off the top rope and nails a top rope clothesline on the Outsider! he referee, caught by surprise at this turn of events, slides into position and begins to start counting as Natas covers GBJ!



ONE!



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...



TWO!



...



...



THR-- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Once again, GBJ manages to kick out!



Richard: The man does not know how to stay down. He's powered by moon rocks and sammiches. He's my pick.



Nick: 404.



106:00




Seemingly, at the same time as the GBJ/Douglas pinfall, in Halo #1, LaCroix is looking at the referee and checking to make sure his pinfall on Rhine was only a two count. The referee tells Kazen only two as LaCroix yells out at the referee. Instead of getting lost in that argument, he focuses his attentions back on Rhine and walks over to his right leg. He starts to pull it towards him, but Rhine is able to reach up and grab LaCroix before rolling him into a small package! The referee once again begins to count.



ONE!



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...



TWO!



...



...



As the referee starts to go for the three count though, LaCroix is able to kick out as shock is etched on his face from the surprise manuever. Immediately, LaCroix gets up and slams his knees into Rhine's face, making sure that Rhine understands who is in control around here. The fans immediately boo this act from Kazen.



Dawkins is seem face down into the mat as he makes sure that none of the bones in his face are broken from the shot to the face he took from Kaiser. Vashaun though has other plans as he walks over to Dawkins and rips him off the mat. He gets right in Dawkins's face before kneeing him in the midsection. With Dawkins bent over, he wraps his arm around his head and lifts him up high in the air! He just holds Dawkins up there as he walks around the ring, allowing the blood in Dawkins's head to start flowing straight to his head.



The fans can only look on as Vashaun shows his strength and weakens Dawkins before falling backwards and dropping Dawkins on the back of his head. Dawkins just lays their motionless as Vashaun smiles at the damage he is doing. Yet, he knows how quickly the momentum can shift in this kind of match and quickly walks over to Dawkins before picking him back off the mat. With one kick to the midsection, Vashaun picks Dawkins up into a power bomb position. The fans can already see where this is heading as Vashaun slams Dawkins viciously into the steel mesh!



Nick: Dawkins has been in there for an awful amount of time and is just taking such brutal punishment from Vashaun. I have a feeling these two are going to need to hug it out after tonight.



Richard: Good luck getting Vashaun to hug that foreign piece of crap.



107:00




Elliott lifts Blueberry up in the air, and just holds Blueberry up there as he then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, the fans already knowing that this is the end of Blueberry as they know him. With as much force as he possibly could have, Elliott slams the back of Blueberry's neck and head into the turnbuckle with a vicious powerbomb! Blueberry just slumps to the ground as a result of the sickening blow and Wade can look around and knows that the end of Blueberry's stay in PRIME will be because of him in just a matter of seconds. He turns Blueberry's body over and cockily goes for the cover!



ONE!



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TWO!



...



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...



...



THRE------ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry!



As the fans chant on Blueberry as he's able to get his left shoulder just mere moments before the referee's hand hit the mat, the action turns to GBJ who rolls off of his opponent and looks to be a man on a mission. He yells at the referee to open his eyes, prompting a blank look from the referee as he's confused as to what GBJ is talking about, and GBJ gets up off the ground to get in the referee's face.



GBJ: I WANT MY SAMMICH!



Richard: HE WANTS HIS SAMMICH!



However, the fact remains that the referee doesn't have his sandwich. Rayne lays there, motionless, and seemingly dead as GBJ yells at the referee that he's not satisfied that the man took his sandwich. He looks out at the fans and just glares before walking over to Rayne and pulling him up off the mat. He then whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline that Rayne ducks. Rayne bounces off the ropes and GBJ is ready for him as he goes for another clothesline, but Rayne is able to duck that one again. As GBJ turns around, Rayne has picked up speed and is flying through the air, nailing a flying crossbody that sends both men to the ground.



Nick: What a move that was.



Richard: GBJ will teabag the hell out of Tyler Rayne when this is over, bank on that.



YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



108:00




In Halo #1, Troy is the first to start moving as the fans continue to chant Rayne name. Yet, her focus is on Natas as the two competitors were laying on the steel mesh in a world of pain. Natas starts to pull himself up and stares at Troy before slamming his foot into her face, but the Queen of the Ring keeps fighting through the pain. As Troy starts to pull herself back up to her feet, Natas goes for a jab to the face, but it's blocked by Troy who slaps the taste out of Jason's mouth!



YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!



Troy! Troy! Troy! Troy!



Natas immediately turns around only to be met with a punch that drops him to the mat. Natas scrambles back up to his feet and is dropped again! Once again, Natas gets back to her feet before he's whipped into the ropes by Troy who nails him with a textbook dropkick that gets the fans behind her once again.



With Snow's attention on Rayne, Chandler comes up hoping to get a sneak attack in on Snow, but Snow is ready for him as he nails him with a fist! As Snow turns his attentions back to Tyler, he’s met with a shot to the midsection from his lethal legs. Snow doubles over as Rayne knees him in the face before sending him to the mat with a clothesline.



109:00




In Halo #1, Flyer and LaCroix get back to their feet as they begin to trade punches with one another! LaCroix whips the Flyer into the ropes and nails him with a shoulder block that drops the 5-Star champion! He’s not down for long though as he gets right back up, but is kicked in the midsection before being put back down with a suplex from Kazen! Over in Halo #2, Elliott turns his focus on Rayne and connects with a belly-to belly suplex! He then bounces off the ropes and nails Tsonda with a clothesline of his own before he runs off the ropes again and connects with another clothesline!



Nick: Wade Elliott cooking on all cylinders here.


Richard: Too many jokes, and no I'm not changing my pick to him.


Nick: Surprising.



Douglas gets back to his feet and is ready for Williams as he gets back to his feet as he starts nailing him with a succession of kicks to the midsection and chest! Williams tries to cover up, but it’s no use as Douglas nails him with a few forearm smashes before putting him on the ground with a roundhouse kick. He then walks over to Tsonda who is getting up, but Tsonda decks him in the face a few times with a few punches before whipping him into a nearby corner. He then slams his shoulder into Douglas’s ribs before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle! The two men wrestle up there, trading fists and doing anything possible to knock each other down or out! Tsonda nearly falls off, but he grabs onto Douglas who holds on for dear life. Tsonda then slams his fists into Douglas’s head a few times.



Nick: Chandler Tsonda is a house of fire right now.



As the two continue to fight on top of the turnbuckle, Blueberry sees what’s going on, and runs up the ropes before nailing Williams with a kick to the back of his head that knocks the giant Hoss to the outside! Blueberry manages to keep his balance somehow and stays up on the top rope only to have Chandler take advantage of the situation, wrap his arms around Blueberry, and nail him with a belly-to-belly suplex off the top rope! The fans look on as Tsonda gets back up as Williams starts to bring himself up as well, feeling groggy. Chandler then bounces off the ropes and flies through the middle ropes with suicide dive that connects as both men go down! Chandler, riding the adrenaline and momentum, gets up on his knees and plows Williams with a flurry of fists!



Richard: Look at that little angry wee man go. YOU STILL AREN'T GETTING THE BELT BACK, BAHAHAHA!


110:00


As the tunnel doors open, no one moves. The fighting is far too much at this point.



Back in Halo #1, Flyer then gets up to his feet and drags Hessian along with him before whipping him into the side of the Halo, causing Hessian to crash back first into it. Flyer then walks over to Hessian and decks him in the face again as Hessian slumps to the ground grabbing his back. As Flyer turns towards the ring though, Sabuani is already on the top rope and leaps off of it, nailing Flyer with an Asai moonsault! The fans go crazy as Sabuani turns his attentions onto Hessian who is getting back up. Sabuani nails him with a knife edge chop before throwing him back into the ring. As he slides back into the ring, Hessian gets the jump on him as he begins to kick him in the back of the head.



Nick: That could prove to be big trouble for Sabuani if he stays in there too long getting slaughtered by Hessian.



GBJ rushes up to Snow and strikes him a few times in the forehead with his lethal punches. Snow is backed into the corner and GBJ whips him across the ring. He then runs across the ring, hops onto the second rope, and goes for an enzuigiri. However, Snow is able to catch him and throws him onto the floor. GBJ gets right back up only to be tossed into the corner as Snow hammers him with body shots. Behind Snow, Rayne gets up and runs at Snow. However, Snow can feel him and tosses him in the corner with GBJ! Snow then backs up and runs full steam at the two competitors and nails them both with a huge splash!



Richard: Not going to fool the Uni Champ one day after he won the belt.



Back in the ring, Rhine is pulling Natas up to his feet only for Natas to poke him in the eyes. Natas then knees Rhine in the midsection before bringing him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Troy then gets up only for Natas to knee her as well and then connects with a Northern Lights suplex! He then goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



111:00




Rhine is able to break it up as he smashes his forearm on Natas’s back. He then pulls Natas back up and whips him into the ropes before nailing him with a back elbow that levels Natas! Rhine then bounces off the ropes before nailing him with the rolling thunder! He gets back up only to have his right back leg kicked nearly into oblivion by Troy! Rhine drops to one knee as Troy backs up and nails him with a shining wizard that plants Rhine face first into the mat. Lindsay then picks up Natas and whips him into the ropes before nailing him with a hurricarana that amazes the crowd! Se then goes for a cover of his own!



ONE!



TWO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Natas is able to kick out just in the nick of time.



Tsonda is quick to his feet as he starts putting the boots to Shakur. Rayne starts to pull himself up as well and begins to help Tsonda! The two start working together as they know that taking out Shakur is essential to this match. They pick him up before nailing with a high and low clothesline that leaves Shakur crumpled in the middle of the ring! Then, Tsonda nails Shakur with a leg drop across the throat while Rayne connects with a splash across his midsection. Shakur tries to roll away from the two, but they keep the attack up as they pull him back up. Tsonda knees him in the midsection. Then, both wrestlers grab one of his arms, picks Shakur up and powerbombs him to the mat!



Richard: Why do you have to hate on Shakur so much? I mean it's not like he ever DID anything bad to you.



Nick: He tried to take Tsonda's pupil away and he just beat Rayne up in a parking lot brawl.



Richard: Pfft, all in a day's work at PRIME.



112:00




Blueberry then picks Snow back up and whips him into the rope before both athletes nail a double dropkick! Snow falls hard to the mat and looks to be out of it as these two are systematically taking him out. GBJ then starts climbing the ropes as Blueberry gets on top of Snow and wails away with fist after fist! GBJ then yells at Blueberry to move and Blueberry does that as GBJ leaps up off the top rope and connects with a double stomp across the nads of Snow! Seeing that Snow is nearly done for, Blueberry goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Before the referee has a chance to think about a three count, GBJ pulls Blueberry off of Snow. He then goes for a cover of his own!



ONE!



TWO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Blueberry then pulls GBJ off of Snow and the two lock eyes once GBJ gets back to his feet. They begin to yell at each other about whose going to pin Snow and GBJ then decks Tyler with a punch that rocks his world. Blueberry takes a few steps from this shot before he nails GBJ with a shot of his own!



The two continue to trade blows until GBJ gets advantage over Blueberry after nailing him with a vicious kick to the face! He then turns Blueberry around and slams his fist nearly all the way up King Blueberry's ass that just leaves Blueberry lifeless! He then goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!







NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



113:00




Dawkins is able to pull Vashaun off of Rhine in just the nick of time causing the fans to go crazy! Dawkins then pulls Vashaun up to his feet and decks him so hard that it sends Vashaun flying into the ropes. As he bounces back, Dawkins nails him with a roundhouse kick that is sure to have loosened a few teeth!



In the ring, Troy is nailing LaCroix with right and left hand shots like it’s going out of business. Yet, from behind him comes Hessian who is ready to get back into this. He clubs Troy in the back, but Troy slams her elbow into Hessian’s face! Hessian covers up as she throws Hessian into LaCroix, but this time LaCroix is ready as he drops Hessian with a clothesline! Troy goes to whip LaCroix into the ropes, but LaCroix is able to reverse it and nails Troy with a spinebuster! Troy goes down, gripping her back, as LaCroix stands above her.



Rayne is getting back up, but Shakur kicks him in the face again, dropping Tyler back to the mat. He then hops up to the top rope and looks down at Rayne with a smile on his face. He then flies from the air and nails him with a punch that could knock out Mt. Rushmore! After a few seconds, he goes for a cover of his own!



ONE!







TWO!







NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Douglas once again pulls Shakur off of Tyler, but this time the fire in his eyes are evident. He yanks Shakur to his feet and Shakur tries to show no fear, but it’s hard to do so when you see a man so possessed. Douglas nails him with a fist that drops Shakur. However, Shakur gets right back up as Douglas whips him into the ropes and nails him with a spinebuster! Shakur spasms a few time from the sheer force of the move! He picks Shakur back up and kicks him in the midsection before slamming him back to the ground with a powerbomb that nearly knocks Shakur out!



Nick: Wow, Douglas making it count here. If he knocks out Shakur, then that is one massive statement for his return.



114:00




Back in Halo #1, Dawkins connects with a frog splash from the top rope onto Vashaun! Dawkins then goes for the cover!



ONE!







TWO!







NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Even as Vashaun kicks out, the action turns to another corner in Halo #1.



Troy then whips LaCroix into the ropes before nailing him with a flying back elbow that floors Kazen! LaCroix however refuses to stay down long as he bounds right back up and is able to duck a clothesline from Troy who got up just a second faster than LaCroix was able to. As Troy turns around, she’s met by a boot from Kazen who follows it up with a vicious European Uppercut that sends Troy into the nearby turnbuckle. Not wanting to be outshone by the former Universal Champion, Kazen starts unleashing a flurry of punches of his own, making sure that each shot is stronger than the last one. With the Queen of the Ring slightly dazed over in the corner, LaCroix takes the time to look over at Troy and then slams his elbow into her sternum.



Nick: These two are going back at it once again.



Richard: I don't know who to cheer for. They are both douchebags.


115:00




Back in Halo #2, Douglas has dragged GBJ into the center of the ring and then nails with him with a right kick, followed by a left quick, then another right quick. With GBJ on his back on the mat, Douglas decides to finish this up and goes for a pinfall on GBJ. The referee slides into position, but before he even has a chance to slam his fist onto the ground, GBJ gets his shoulder up as he is far from being done in this match.



Slowly, GBJ is able to crawl to his knees while Douglas just stands there, waiting for a challenge, and answers as he explodes to his feet and knocks Douglas down with a shattering clothesline that sends the fans into a frenzy. Douglas bounds back up to his feet as he rushes at GBJ who slams his knee into the midsection of Douglas, causing him to double over! GBJ stands back for a second before he unleashes a standing dropkick that floors Douglas once again! The fans are eating it up as GBJ gets right back up and walks over to Douglas who is starting to get back up to his feet even though he’s now been met with a challenge he isn’t quite ready for. GBJ then nails him with a chop across his chest that sends a blood-curling yell throughout the entire arena from Douglas. GBJ, enjoying this sound, nails Douglas with another one!



Richard: GBJ has no idea what he is doing but I'm enjoying it.



116:00




Back in Halo #1, Troy has pushed LaCroix back into the ropes, and decides to slam her knee into his midsection once again before se picks LaCroix up and nails him with a roundhouse kick After a few moments, LaCroix rolls to his side and is able to get to his feet only to be met with a stiff punch from Troy! As LaCroix stumbles backwards, Troy slams her foot into his chest and he stumbles back into the corner as Troy runs up the ropes and nails Kazen with a stiff kick to the back of the head! He falls forwards and Troy rolls him over before going for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: Kazen LaCroix



Shakur, not one to stay down long even with his variety of injuries, gets right back up and is able to block an attempt at a suplex from Rayne with an elbow to the midsection before he nails a Russian Leg Sweep on the dazed Rayne. Sensing that the momentum is shifting in his direction, Shakur gets back up to his feet, bounces off the ropes and nails a knee drop across the chest of the Underground Pimp!



The fans, not enjoying this in the least, start to boo Shakur to let him know of their displeasure. Yet, he flashes them a look, one very much unlike the one he normally flashes them that just fuels their anger. He doesn’t care as he continues to take his frustrations out on Tyler by mounting him and slamming him with a flurry of fists to his unprotected face. He gets up and looks out at the fans again, daring them to come and see him in the Halo to see if they would do any better.



Richard: These two might kill each other if this goes any longer.



Nick: They'll both probably pass out from the sheer amount of pain they are enduring. Neither man will win.



117:00




The anger radiates through Sabuani as he looks at Rhine and thinks about his next step before focusing his attention on Rhine who is slowly getting back up. Sabuani, knowing that he is smaller than Rhine, decides to not give him the chance of getting back up and rushes up towards him. However, Rhine, a skilled competitor of the ring, senses Sabuani and slams his shoulder into Sabuani’s gut before he leaps up to his feet and Rhine nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex that gets the fans back into the match!



Nick: Rhine giving it to Sabuani over here. You have to wonder if Rhine is going to stay around and these two would get involved in some kind of rivarly.



Richard: That would be awesome.



Rhine just waits for Sabuani to pull himself back up and as he does, he sneaks up behind Sabuani and wraps his arms around his waist for a German Suplex! Sabuani, determined to not become another toy for Jonathan, blocks Rhine and nails him with a few elbows to the face that temporarily dazes Rhine! Sabuani then backs up a few steps while turning towards Jonathan and goes for a clothesline, yet, Rhine is able to duck it! Then, out of nowhere, Rhine wraps his arms around Sabuani once again and goes for the German Suplex! He is able to get Sabuani up in the air, but Sabuani is able to turn it around and land on his feet behind the former SCCW Universal Champion and plants him in the middle of the ring with a reverse DDT that silences the crowd once again!



Nick: The people are really not behind Sabuani right now.



Richard: They should be, he's the man.



Nick: 405.



118:00




In the ring, GBJ and Douglas, two exhausted competitors, start to circle each other. Douglas obviously knows he is at a disadvantage here against GBJ who is one of the oddest wrestlers in the world. However, he doesn’t show any fear as he walks up to him and nails her in the midsection with an elbow. GBJ feels it hard and doubles over while Douglas bounces off the ropes and nails him with a flying clothesline that sends both competitors to the ground. Douglas is the first to get back up afterwards with GBJ not far behind him and GBJ responds with a hip toss that doesn’t keep Douglas down for long. Douglas then rushes right back at GBJ who nails Douglas with a STIFF standing roundhouse heel kick that connects with Douglas right in the mouth and plants him right back on the mat. GBJ, not wanting to give Douglas a chance, bounces off the ropes and connects with a front-flip leg drop that gets the fans behind him once again!



Richard: GBJ will be in the sequel to Man on the Moon, Moon Rocks.



Nick: That's just weak.



Richard: Meh.



He gets back up off the mat and drags Douglas closer to the corner before he starts to stomp away at him. GBJ begins to show his ring presence as he moves closer to the mat and keeps his weight upon Douglas to make sure he can’t move away. He wraps him up in an armbar, hoping to start wearing out Douglas. Douglas starts to moan in pain as the referee checks to see if he wants to tap out, but he’s far from being done as he just continues to grit out the pain. GBJ, not one to keep a hold on for too long, breaks it, but quickly moves to a half Boston Crab, wanting to wear Douglas out moreso than making him tap. He knows that he’s doing the job as he continues to moan in pain, and breaks that hold as well. Douglas is seen holding onto his leg as GBJ starts to climb a nearby rope and waits for her opponent to get back off the ground. Slowly, Douglas does just that and as he turns towards her, he launches off the top rope with a corkscrew plancha that sends the fans into a GBJ chant! Meanwhile, he goes for the cover, hoping she’s done her job thus far!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: Troy Douglas



Richard: ALTHOUGHHHHHHH WE'VE COMEEEEEEEEE TO THE ENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD OF THE ROADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD-



Nick: How long have you been waiting to use that one?



Richard: God, you don't know how long.



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Snow, who is showing an intensity unlike ever before, picks Tsonda up off the mat and starts wailing at Tsonda with some hard shots right to the face before whipping him into the ropes and nailing him with a vicious dropkick that floors Tsonda. While on the floor, Tsonda is checking to make sure none of his teeth are missing, but doesn’t have long as Snow walks over and just slams his foot into the face of Tsonda and holds it there Snow, who is in a completely different world, just drops to his knees and slams his fists into the face of Tsonda who is just getting the shit kicked out of him at this point. He then gets up and walks over to Tsonda who is starting to move towards the corner and slams his foot directly into Tsonda’s ribs, causing the former Universal Champion to roll over in a fit of pain from the brutal shot.



Nick: Tsonda still wanting to get every last ounce of revenge that he can muster out of Jason Snow.



Richard: Still ain't gonna get the belt back. EAT IT TSONDA!



Hessian then picks Vashaun up and whips him into the ropes once again before he picks Vashaun up high in the air and walks around the ring as if it’s nothing for Hessian to do this before he walks over to the edge of the ring and launches Vashaun into the ring barrier illicting quite a bit of oohs from the crowd due to the mere brutality from Hessian.


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The tunnel opens. Two hours in, the fans are watching and wondering how this could go on any longer. Elliott, a man beholden to none other, walks through the tunnel as his eyes are sternly focused upon hurting someone. Dawkins takes this chance to rejoin the three amigos as he slams his elbow into Shakur’s throat. Yet, he doesn’t come alone as Kaiser Vashaun and Jonathan Rhine find themselves trading punches through the the tunnel and come to Halo #2. GBJ, seeing dangerous people, he makes his way up through the tunnel and comes out in Halo #2, expecting sammiches, but finds none. Finally, Duke Williams follows GBJ, wanting to lay the Garbage Man out once and for all.



Nick: We are officially hitting Hour 3.



Richard: I'm going to die. Like seriously. Get me some hot chocolate!



Hour Two was under way.



As Rhine knocks Vashaun down with a headbutt, he pulls him up off the ground and slams his head into the barrier causing Vashaun to feel like he’s not even in this world anymore. Rhine then picks him up and slams Vashaun back down onto the mesh before dropping him with a succession of elbows to his chest to inflict even more damage upon Vashaun! Vashaun can only lay there and take it even though he tries to fight it off! Rhine then grabs Vashaun by the back of the head and tosses him back into the ring.



Rhine follows him, but Vashaun, sensing a chance to get back into this match tries to kick Rhine in the gut, but Rhine is able to grab him by the ankle and makes sure he doesn't get anything done! Instead, he lifts Vashaun back off the ground and plants him with a German Suplex that just makes the former Intense Champion limp as he lies there on the mat.



Williams starts to stalk GBJ who is starting to show signs of life as he was taken down by an errant Troy kick. GBJ is trying to pull himself back up, and Williams decides to help him as he rips him off the ground and whips him hard into the nearby corner! Williams then explodes towards GBJ and slams into him with a clothesline that rocks GBJ'ss world! GBJ though is able to remain standing on his feet, showing that he has some life still left. Williams backs up to go at it once again, but this time GBJ is able to get both of his feet up which Duke runs into! GBJ then hops up onto the top turnbuckle and nails the stunned Williams with a top rope bulldog that sends a message that GBJ is far from being done!



Nick: Where does somebody like GBJ find the strength to keep coming back?



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Both men lay there on the mat, motionless. Troy is motionless from the attack she’s been taking thus far from Natas. Troy slowly starts to move, hoping to get to the ropes so she can get back to her feet. She starts inching towards the ropes and she starts to get back up, trying to get her bearings. As Troy stands up though, Natas is able to grab onto her neck and decks her in the face with a stiff punch.



It's evident that he's not done yet though as Natas has pulled Troy back up to her feet and slams her with an elbow. Then Natas connects with the New York Minute, an evenflow DDT that's intenser then you could possibly imagine. The fans can only watch on in horror as Natas goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!















THREE!



Eliminated: Lindsay Troy



Natas doesn’t get much time to relax though as Wade Elliott enters the scene mere moments after Troy was eliminated and starts slamming him with a flurry of stiff fists that rock Natas’s world! Natas starts to fight back, refusing to be outdone by the Bama Bruiser and the two are in the middle of the ring just trading fists with each other! The fans are eating it up as neither man is backing down, instead throwing harder punches with each passing second! Elliott finally gets the upper hand as he starts wearing down Natas with punches hard enough to break bones. Natas starts getting pushed into the ropes as Elliott continues his relentless attack before whipping Natas into the ropes and as he bounces back, he wraps his arms around Natas’s waste before nailing him with an over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex that knocks the wind out of the Supreme Being! Elliott wastes no time though as he walks over to Natas and starts stomping away at him before picking him back up off the mat and whipping him into the a set of turnbuckles. Elliott himself then walks over to Natas, climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and starts wailing at him. Even with their mixed feelings against Elliott, they’re bound to count as Elliott starts pounding away at Natas!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



FOUR!



FIVE!



SIX!



SEVEN!



EIGHT!



NINE!



TEN!



Richard: ...That was straight up slang talk on slang talk violence.


122:00




As Elliott hops off the middle turnbuckle, the action turns back to the second Halo, as Shakur finds himself in the middle of a battle with High Flyer. Flyer rushes at Shakur who nails him with a clothesline that sends Flyer to the ground in a mess.



Shakur just stands over Flyer as he taunts him so more before he picks Flyer back off the mat once again and slams his knee into the face of Flyer several times before sending him back to the corner as High Flyer grabs the top rope in an effort to steady himself. Then he flicks off Flyer before he kicks him in the midsection. He then drags Flyer to the center of the ring.



Flyer and Shakur then lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Shakur, the more skilled of the two, is able to grab Flyer’s arm and twist it behind his back before he pushes Flyer away and tells him to try again. Flyer turns around, still dizzy, and walks up to Devin before decking him with a punch that drops Devin to the ground!



Nick: Somebody knocked Devin Shakur down with a punch.



Richard: Expect High Flyer to be in the obituaries tomorrow.



Shakur gets right back up but not before being kicked in the midsection by Flyer and being planted in the middle of the ring by a DDT that sends a message to Shakur that he isn’t dealing with a pussy, but with the real deal. Flyer turns Shakur over and smacks him a few times before spitting in his face. Shakur takes exception to this as he pokes his thumb into Flyer’s eye causing the Superstar to grab at his face in pain. Devin gets back up and slams his foot into the chest of Flyer who is stunned by the shot. Shakur then waits for Flyer to get back up and nails him with a few chops to the chest. He then backs up for a clothesline, but Flyer is able to catch him before he does anything crazy and nails him with a sidewalk slam that sends tremors through the crowd as they continue to cheer Flyer. He then gets back up and pulls Shakur up with him before planting him with an uppercut.



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Williams then slaps the taste out of GBJ’s mouth who retaliates with a flurry of punches of his own! Williams, not seeing this coming at all, tries to cover up, but GBJ wastes no time in kneeing Williams in the midsection before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a legdrop that sends Danny’s head smack into the mat! GBJ though is like a fireball as he gets right back up and drags Williams right back up before taking a step back and then knees Williams again before hooking his arms up and nailing him with a double underhook Impaler DDT!


Hessian and Snow lock eyes, and waste no time as Hessian nails Snow with a clothesline, but Snow doesn’t remain down for long as he gets right back up and nails Hessian with a headbutt that stuns the Intense Champion! Snow then wraps his arm around the head of Hessian before picking him up and nailing him with your basic suplex. However, with Hessian down on the ground, Snow bounces off the ropes and nails him with a legdrop across the chest. Snow though doesn’t lose his focus as he then turns Hessian over and sits on the small of Hessian’s back. The fans look on, and can already sense what’s about to happen as Snow hooks on a Dragon Sleeper hold and pulls it back hard.



Nick: Someone is going to try and submit Hessian, oh this is going to be funny.



Richard: No joke, after the Hardcore match, I would love to see this happen. He'd murder Snow.



Snow continues to wrench back the move, causing Hessian a great deal of pain. However, Hessian refuses to give up, not now, not here. The fans start railing behind Hessian who continues to fight through the pain. He can feel the energy course through his body as he rocks his body and is able to turn himself over so that it breaks the hold. The fans cheer Hessian on as Hessian moves fast enough to put Snow down with a chokeslam that levels the Universal Champion!



Richard: Yep.



124:00




Back in Halo #1, Sabuani rushes at Natas, knocking him down with a simple takedown. Jason, growing more and more upset as the seconds pass by him, gets back up and picks Sabuani up before dropping him down stomach first over his knee! Sabuani crumples up in pain as Natas just stalks his prey before picking him back up and tossing him into a turnbuckle. Making sure that Sabuani feels the pain, he rushes him and nails him with an elbow to the sternum that causes even more destruction to Sabuani who merely stumbles out of the ring before Jason rushes at him and nails him with a leg lariat that causes the fans to cheer on Natas, though not as much as they did earlier in the evening. Natas, thinking that Sabuani is down for the count, goes for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!







TH—NOOOOOO!



Sabuani is able to kick out at the last possible second, much to the dismay of Natas who wanted to be able to eliminate him. Jason pounds his fist into the ground, the anger starting to swell up in him as he gets back and brings Sabuani up with him. He then whips Sabuani into the ring before nailing him with a boot to the face that drops Sabuani back onto the mat! Natas then bounces off the rope again and nails an elbow across the throat of Sabuani, causing Hunter to grab at this throat from the pain. He’s being picked apart and he doesn’t like it one bit.



Nick: Natas showing that he is one of the top people in PRIME.



125:00




The other battle of Halo #1 sees Williams rushes at GBJ who just slams his elbow into his face. Dazed, Williams steps back as GBJ rushes at him and nails him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts slamming fists into his face. Determined not to be outdone, Williams pushes GBJ off of him and the two get back to their feet, but GBJ is dropped back to the mat with a dropkick from Williams! However, the adrenaline is rushing too hard for him to stay down and he gets back up to his feet where he connects with several chops against Williams’s chest who isn’t enjoying that in the least bit. Garbage Bag Johnny then knees Williams in the midsection before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a Vagina Punch that drops Williams face first into the mat!



Richard: VAGINA PUNCH!



Nick: Your pick now right?



Richard: HELL YES!



Nick: ...I lost count.



126:00




Back in Halo #2, Rayne, not wanting to waste a precious second, turns Blueberry back over and starts laying into him once again with a flurry of punches! This time though, he draws blood from his mouth which just pisses Blueberry off as he pushes him off again. Rayne gets up using the ropes and as he turns around, he sees Blueberry heading right towards her. However, Rayne is quick enough to drop down and flip Blueberry out of the ring and into the side of the Halo! Blueberry collides hard with the barrier, but is quickly pulling himself up. Meanwhile, Rayne bounces off the ropes and leaps over the ropes for a suicide dive that connects perfectly! The fans continue to chant Rayne on as he gets back up and slams his boot into Blueberry’s face, causing even more blood to come from Blueberry’s mouth! Blueberry though just rolls with the punches and gets back up where he grabs Rayne by the head and suplexes him onto the hard floor! He then starts walking over, determined to beat Rayne to a bloody pulp. He walks over to the nearby ring steps and starts to pull them out, but they’re stuck. Rayne, sensing that this could turn ugly, gets back up without Blueberry knowing it. He keeps fighting with the ring steps with one of his hands on the back of the steel steps as he tries to find out why it’s stuck. However, he doesn’t have any more time as Rayne comes up and drop kicks the steel steps! A large crack is heard as Blueberry yells out in pain!



Blueberry walks around in pain as Rayne comes up behind him and kicks him in the midsection before planting him with a DDT into the steel steps! The fans cheer Rayne on as he stays focused on what he’s doing and tosses Blueberry back into the ring, following right behind him. He tries to get up and defend himself, but Rayne just pulls him up off of his feet before kneeing him in the midsection once again and planting him in the middle of the ring with a VARGA'd!



Richard: Night, night, Blueberry.



Nick: He's got no blueberries left after that asswhooping.



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: King Blueberry



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Dawkins gets back up to his feet and turns around, bloodies and battered only to find Kaiser Vashaun right there waiting for him. Dawkins goes for a jab, but Vashaun blocks it before he kicks Dawkins in the midsection and lifts him up before connecting with the Weight of the World! The fans start to boo him, but he could care less as he covers Bryan Dawkins and the referee begins to count!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



Eliminated: Bryan Dawkins



As Vashaun rolls off his elimination, he comes face to face with the man that he'll now face over the 5-Star Title. High Flyer.



Flyer leaps into it with Vashaun, ready to go a few rounds with Vashaun as the two start trading punches before Vashaun takes control and whips him into the ropes before connecting with a flying back elbow. Not wanting to be taken out easily, Flyer gets right back up and nails a headbutt on Vashaun that sends him into the ropes where Flyer nails Vashaun with a reverse Russian leg sweep that plants Vashaun face first into the mat. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, he rolls Vashaun over and goes for the pin!



ONE!



TWO!











TH—NOOOOOOOO!



Nick: That would have been pretty ironic.



128:00




Back in the ring, Hessian and Tsonda are back up on their feet with Hessian getting the best of Tsonda as he whips him into the cornerr and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Hessian, feeling like he’s in complete control starts stomping away at Tsonda who is sitting in the corner extremely dazed.



Hessian then picks up the grounded Tsonda and just shakes his head as he turns Tsonda around, almost as if he doesn’t even want to do this. Then, he wraps his arm around Tsonda’s neck before nailing him with the Canadian Backbreaker!



Hessian then drops down for the cover as the referee slides into position!



ONE!



TWO!











NOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Richard: Now that would have reeked of awesomeness.



129:00





Rhine starts slamming fist after fist to the groggy Snow before he whips him into the ropes and nails him with a Lou Thesz Press of his own! Rhine keeps wailing away at Snow before Snow has the energy to push Rhine off of him. Rhine though is wired as he rushes right back at Snow and mounts him again. Snow pushes him right back off again as Rhine gets back up and brings Snow with him. He then slams the head of Jason Snow into the turnbuckle before catching the stumbling Snow in a German Suplex! The fans cheer Rhine on as he looks around, a coldness to his eyes.



Richard: Rhine...Ugh, can we bring back Xavier Kannon? Like seriously.



Rhine slowly pulls himself up, the length of the match starting to get to him as he looks down at Snow who appears to be out of it.


130:00


As the tunnel opens and the action continues, we take this moment to remind you who is in each Halo as the switching takes place. Halo #1, at this moment in time, now holds Jason Natas, Tyler Rayne, High Flyer, Garbage Bag Johnny, Duke Williams, and Devin Shakur. Halo #2 meanwhile has Wade Elliott, Chandler Tsonda, Kaiser Vashaun, Jason Snow, Hessian, Jonathan Rhine, and Hunter Sabuani. Let the hell begin… again.



Richard: Can you believe we’re down to thirteen people?



Nick: An insane match and when you look at the thirteen remain, who do you say "won’t make it to the very end of the match"?



Richard: I’m not certain. With Dawkins out now, you know Lisa Tyler has to wonder who will take out Rayne and Tsonda to take the last two of those bounties. Hessian as well.



Nick: Things are going to get very interesting here as endurance and exhaustion start to play a part in the end of this match.



Flyer slams his knee into Rayne’s stomach as the pain is etched in Tyler’s face as Flyer pushes Rayne into the ropes and whips him across before nailing him with a spinning back elbow that drops Tyler to the ground. As Flyer gets back up to his feet though, his head is nearly taken off from a clothesline courtesy of Devin Shakur. Shakur gets back up to his feet only to have a boot planted into his midsection courtesy of Jason Natas who pushes Shakur into a nearby corner and slams his forearm repeatedly into his face.



Over in the other Halo, we have Elliott and Tsonda squaring off as Elliott whips Tsonda into the nearby corner before he runs full speed and slams his knee into Tsonda’s gut! Tsonda doubles over which gives Elliott the opening that he needs as he connects with a gutwrench powerbomb that rocks the entire ring!



Nick: What sheer power from Elliott as he just planted Tsonda!



Richard: Tsonda can’t probably feel his toes at this point!



Nick: Elliott is going for the cover and… Sabuani stopped him with a vicious kick to the jaw!



131:00




Back in Halo #1, GBJ and Williams are going at it as Williams flips GBJ onto the mat before putting him into an armbar that makes GBJ cringe from the pain. Williams though doesn't relent as he grabs his arm and drags him back to her feet. He looks at him, fighting with all of his power to stand up on his own two feet before he wraps his arms around hm and nails an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that impresses many of the fans in attendance.



GBJ goes flying before he lands on her lower back and the expression on his face is priceless. He grabs the middle rope though, fighting through the pain, and wanting to get back on the offensive. As Williams comes up behind her, he can feel him, and slams an elbow to his midsection. Williams doubles over slightly from the pain as GBJ just uses his pure instinct to connect with a roundhouse kick that drops Duke onto the floor.



Nick: The surprise entrant of the Dual Halo has been laying waste to anyone that’s gotten into his way thus far in the match!



Richard: Dude, he’s GBJ. Awesomeness personified.



Nick: I hate when you say stuff like that.



Richard: Then don’t let me speak!



Elsewhere, Shakur has turned his attention to Rayne as he starts pummeling him with fist after fist! Tyler though refuses to go down like that, not to the man who hit him with a car as he starts fighting back, each punch taking more and more energy out of him. He had been targeted this entire match and he was surely not going down now. No, he would rub it into Tyler’s face as he kneed Shakur in the gut before he lifted him in the air and nailed him with a facebuster!



132:00




Rhine narrowly ducks a clothesline from Tsonda and as Tsonda turns around, Rhine lets him have it as he plants a boot into his midsection before connecting with an uppercut that sends saliva flying everywhere. Rhine then pushes Tsonda into the ropes, but the former Universal Champion slams his forearm into Rhine’s face until he puts his foot onto the second rope, and rolls off of Rhine’s shoulder. As Jonathan turns around, he’s met with a dropkick that plants him back onto the mat.



Nick: Very possible that Rhine could pin Tsonda in the next few minutes!



Richard: That would be something interesting to watch. Oh wait, no it wouldn’t.



Nick: Now we see Richard’s true colors start to come through!



The action continues to get hot and heavy in Halo Two, Jason Snow and Kaiser Vashaun lock up in the center of the ring, with Vashaun getting the early advantage over Snow. Vashaun slams his knee into Snow's stomach before whipping him into the ropes! However, Snow gets the step on him as he slides in between his legs before leaping back up to his feet, wrapping his arms around Vashaun's neck and connecting with a backcracker against the Next in Line! He rolls around in pain as Snow gets back to her feet and slams his forearm into the face of Elliott!



He then whips Wade into the ropes before sending him crashing to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Wade arches his back from the pain as Snow gets back to his feet and brings Wade up with him. He slams his elbow into Wade's midsection before he nails him with a pumphandle slam!



Richard: Talk about dominance from the Universal Champion!



Nick: You have to wonder how much he has left in him. Could he go to #1?



Richard: Nick, there is no stopping the greatest man in PRIME! NONE!



Nick: Whatever you say Richard.



Richard: You’re damn straight!



133:00




Elsewhere in Halo One, we see Shakur just haunting Rayne around the ring, a look on his face that he's going to eat him alive for breakfast! Before Rayne even knows it, Shakur has spun him around and begins to nail him with fists left and right! He then whips him into the ropes and nails him with a roundhouse kick to Rayne's throat which sends him crashing to the mat! With Rayne down on the mat, Sakur then slams his knee into his throat a few times before running into the ropes and springboards off the middle rope into a moonsault! Crucifix, still on top of Ice Tre, hooks the leg as the count begins!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEE--NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Shakur rolls off of Rayne, a hair away from picking up the elimination on his sworn enemy, and barely dodges a stomp to the face from Duke Williams. However, Shakur gets right back up to his feet as quickly as he can, but this time can't dodge the clothesline from the burly Williams! Shakur remains on the ground as Duke grabs his left leg and proceeds to put him into a half Boston Crab and Shakur begins to grit his teeth from the pain!



Richard: Here’s a big surprise in the man! You would’ve thought his heart would’ve stopped beating by now!



Nick: Now that’s just wrong, Richard!



Richard: It’s what I do! Live with it!



Back in Halo Two, Snow and Hessian have locked up on the outside! Snow proceeds to club Hessian over the back with repeated forearms, but the beastly wrestler slams his knee into Snow's gut before nailing him with a hip toss onto the hard mesh floor! Meanwhile, Rhine and Vashaun begin to get in it as Rhine craves a chance to go at it with the current Intense Champion! Rhine, the fresher of the two, starts off hot with repeated kicks to the sternum, showing off his lightning fast legs before he whips Hessian into the ropes and sends him crashing to the mat with a spinning roundhouse heel kick that sends Hessian to the floor! Rhine then bounces off the ropes and nails a front flip leg drop across his throat.



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Meanwhile, Rayne starts to tangle up with High Flyer, and nails him with a swift kick to the midsection before dropping him onto the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He then pulls Flyer up to his feet before slamming his forearm into his face a few times and then whips him into the ropes before connecting with a Cresent Kick! Flyer stumbles around from the blow as Rayne races over to the nearest turnbuckle, hops up to the top rope, and connects with a corkscrew on Flyer! With Flyer knocked out on the mat, Rayne crawls over to him and hooks the leg!



OOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Richard: Close call there as Rayne almost knocked High Flyer out of this match!



Nick: These two have had it out for each other for quite some time and that would’ve been another notch in Rayne’s belt!



Richard: Now, he just has to stay alive long enough to laugh in Lisa’s face. So not happening.



Back over in Halo One, Natas and GBJ are going at it with GBJ focusing solely on Natas arm. GBJ continues wrenching Dusk's arm one too many times though which causes Natas to clothesline him down to the ground! Jason then bounces off the ropes as GBJ gets back to his feet and connects with spear that sends GBJ to the ground in a world of pain! Natas then flows right through it as he starts nailing fist after fist to his face! The fists keep coming until GBJ tickles underneath Natas' arms which stops the Jason as he rolls off of GBJ. Johnny gets back up to his feet before Natas has a chance to do so and slams his foot into Natas face before he starts to unzip his pants as he announces to the world that he's going to pee on Jason right here and now! Unfortunately, he's stopped by Rayne who tackles him down to the ground!



Nick: Damnit, I was looking forward to that!



Richard: I would think Rayne is too, but I guess he’s afraid of the pee smelling like a dead dog.



Nick: Dude, too much.



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Both athletes get back up to their feet with GBJ being first as she slams his elbow into his face. However, this only incenses Shakur who knees him in the midsection before rolling him back into the ring. He enters the ring, but GBJ is on top of him as he begins stomping away at the former Universal Champion! He then drags Shakur up to his feet, but he's ready for him as he headbutts him sending him into the nearby corner while he grabs at his nose, making sure it's not broken. He elbows him a few times before GBJ kicks him in the midsection and uppercuts him onto the mat! He then begins to climb up to the top rope, but as he reaches the top rope, Shakur gets back up to his feet and races up to the top to meet him before slamming his forearm into his face a few times! Before GBJ can even fight Shakur off of her, Shakur connects with the HOLY SHIT!



GBJ lands hard onto the mat in a world of pain as Shakur limps over to GBJ and goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



...



...



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO




Richard: GBJ is lucky to still be alive after that!



Nick: That was just purely insane! Shakur shows not an ounce of remorse!



Richard: Do you know Shakur? That’s why everyone loves him!



Nick: Um? No?



Richard: Shut it!



Back over in Halo Two, Sabuani and Jason Snow are going at it with both men switching momentum! Sabuani though right now has the control as he slams his forearm into Snow's face several times before whipping him into the ropes and connecting witha sidewalk slam! Snow crashes hard into the mat as Sabuani gets back up to his feet and drags Snow up with him. Snow though begins to fight back as he slams his elbow into Hunter's midsection. He then whips Sabuani into the ropes and nails him with an Electric Chair! Sabuani, dizzy and in pain after the manuever, fights back to his feet only for Snow to kick him in the midsection and lift him up for a powerbomb! Yet, Hunter still has his wits about him as he starts wailing away at Snow until he's able to get Snow to drop him! Sabuani then spins Snow around and connects with a bridging German Suplex!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Nick: That would’ve been HUGE!



Richard: That it would’ve been and I wouldn’t even know how to react!



Nick: That’s true.



136:00




In Halo Two, Williams and Flyer are going at it with Flyer in complete control! He drops Williams onto the mat with a roundhouse kick before he nails a swift kick to the chest that's followed up with a swift kick to the abdomen! Williams curls up in a ball from the constant pain as Flyer hops onto the top rope and just waits for Williams to pull himself together. Slowly he does just that and as he turns towards Flyer, he leaps off the top rope and goes for a flying Hurricanrana, but as he reaches Williams, he just sits down and slams her with a powerbomb! Aware of his situation, Williams goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




And somehow, the 5-Star Champion kicks out!



Nick: Okay, Flyer might want to be careful if he hopes to crack the top ten!



Richard: Take him out!



Nick: Didn’t he get you… um… Viagra?



Richard: NEVER! AGAIN! Thing stays HARD for HOURS!



Back over in Halo One, Vashaun and Jonathan Rhine begin to go at it with Rhine connecting with a belly-to-belly suplex! Vashaun lands on his lower back hard as he arches his back, but gets right back up to his feet, having gone this far and refusing to not go to the end of the match! As he gets back up, Rhine lunges at him and connects with a clothesline that sends Vashaun over the top rope! Rhine wastes no time going after his prey as he slides out of the ring as Vashaun starts to get back up to his feet, grabs him, and smashes Vashaun's face into his knee that sends him back onto hard mesh flooring. Then, Jonathan begins to look underneath the ring and finds a stop sign there! He proceeds to lean it up against a ring post before he drags Vashaun back up to his feet! He then begins to irish whip Vashaun into the stop sign, but Vashaun reverses it half way and takes Jonathan down with a spinebuster! With the hard mesh against his back, Jonathan yells out in pain while Vashaun gets back up, grabs Jonathan's legs, and hotshots him into the stop sign!



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Richard: WHY IS THERE A STOP SIGN UNDER THE RING?!



Nick: Why the FUCK are you yelling in my ear you little BITCH!



Richard: …whoa.



Nick: Damnit, back to Curser’s Anonymous for me.



Meanwhile, Elliott continues his punishment on Tsonda as the Blue Collar Brawler sends him to the mat with a snapmere suplex! Tsonda goes down hard as Elliott rips him back up to his feet and sends him into the ropes before connecting with a boot to the face that sends Tsonda to the ground once again! Wade then rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring where he finds a sledgehammer! The crowd goes crazy for Wade as he slides back in the ring while Tsonda gets back up to his feet and smashes the sledgehammer in Tsonda's face! Chandler goes down hard, and isn't moving when Elliott goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THR--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Nick: Okay, ouch.



Richard: Seriously, a sledgehammer?



Nick: This is PRIME. This shit ain't for pussies!



Richard: Nick!



Nick: What?! This is real shit here!



Rayne and GBJ, back over in Halo One, begin to go at it, trading punches left and right, neither man wanting to budge until GBJ sends Rayne to the mat with a hip toss! Rayne gets right back up onto his feet as he goes for a clothesline on GBJ, but he manages to duck it! GBJ then bounces off the ropes while Rayne does the same and they take each other down with a clothesline! Rayne rolls around, the back of his head numb from the impact onto the mat before he muscles back to his feet. He begins to drag GBJ up with him when GBJ nails Rayne with a Samoan Drop! Rayne groans from the pain on his back as GBJ gets back up on his feet, bounces off the ropes, and nails an elbow drop to Rayne's neck! Rayne grabs at his neck as GBJ gets up again and this time drops a knee across his neck!



Nick: GBJ is just purely ripping Rayne a new one right now.



Richard: Isn’t that his finishing maneuver?



Nick: It very well could be.



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Back over in Halo Two, Hessian and Hunter Sabuani begin to go at it with Sabuani showing how skilled he is with repeated forearms to the face before whipping Hessian into the ropes and connecting with a flying roundhouse kick on him! Hessian fights back to his feet only to be planted in the middle of the ring with a DDT that scrambles his brains! Sabuani turns him over and begins to go for a pin on Hessian when he's attacked from behind by Tsonda! Tsonda goes full speed as he nails kick after kick to Sabuani's midsection, but Sabuani is able to fend him off before sending him into the ropes and nails him with a hip toss. As Tsonda gets back up to his feet, Sabuani connects with a an Irish Whip to the corner followed by a Game, Set, Match!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



TH--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




And Tsonda manages to get his shoulder up, surprising Sabuani!



Richard: Tsonda is another person who’s been perilously close to finding himself on the outside of this match!



Nick: Chandler Tsonda is still a legend in this sport. He’ll dig down deep when it matters the most!



Back on the outside of the ring, GBJ and Williams continue to go at it as GBJ is once again at the mercy of Duke Williams who slams his elbow into GBJ's face! GBJ covers up as Williams lifts him back up and nails him with a Facebreaker DDT that causes GBJ to howl out in pain. Williams then rolls GBJ into the ring and follows in behind him as GBJ fights to get back up to his knees! Williams slams his boot into the side of GBJ's face, but GBJ doesn't give up as he slams his shoulder into Duke's gut! Duke doubles over as GBJ gets back up to his feet and conects with a gutbuster! The manuever sends Duke to the ground as GBJ pulls him back up and nails a German Suplex!



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Halo Two sees Tsonda and Snow going at it with one another, Tsonda fighting as hard as he can to maintain control with the experienced Snow! Tsonda manges to dig his knee into Snow's midsection before nailing him with a scoopslam! Tsonda then races up the nearest turnbuckle and pauses for a brief second before nailing a flying elbows drop into the chest Snow who rolls around in a world of pain from the sudden impact! Tsonda gets back to his feet and narrowly misses stiff chop from Rhine and sends her flying into the ropes before connecting with a falling hip toss on her! He lands hard on his back as Tsonda gets back up to his feet and nails a standing moonsault on Snow before hooking his leg for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



TH--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Richard: And that time, the two men in last night’s main event go at it, and it’s almost Tsonda putting Snow away!



Nick: Which would not have gotten him a guaranteed title shot at Snow!



Richard: That’s the sweetest part of it all if you ask me.



Over in Halo Two, Devin Shakur has turned his attention once again to his arch-enemy, Tyler Rayne! He sends him to the mat with a bulldog before getting back up to his feet and grabbing Rayne with him. He knees Rayne in the midsection a few times, but Rayne refuses to give up as he slams his forearm repeatedly into Shakur's midsection before nailing him with a DDT firmly in the middle of the ring! Rayne then begins to climb up to the top rope, taking his time as if he has all day, and as he reaches the top rope, Shakur is fighting his way back to his feet! As Shakur stands back up, Rayne flies off the top rope, going for a flying cross body, but Shakur is able to grab Rayne in mid-air with raw strength and power before hoisting him up onto his shoulder and nailing him with a Tombstone Piledriver! He then goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!




Richard: CLOSE!



Nick: So close!



Richard: And man, Shakur is RIPPED!



Nick: You’re so gay.



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As Shakur gets back up to his feet, the tunnels open up. Devin lifts Tyler up and pushes him into the ropes and starts beating him mercilessly! Each punch is stronger till the last until Rayne is tied up into the ropes before he nails him with a stiff kick!



Richard: Tunnels are open!



Nick: Time to see what’s bound to happen now!



Almost as if on cue, Wade Elliott, Tsonda, and Vashaun start moving through the tunnel. Unfortunately, you can’t have that much rage in one tunnel as they start fighting with one another!



Tyler Rayne is tied up in the ropes, wincing from the stiff leg kick that he just received from Devin Shakur.



Nick: The Halo doors are about to close once again for another ten minutes.



Richard: Halo 2 is looking a little empty. Only four in there now that the new crowd.



Chandler Tsonda, Wade Elliott, and Kaiser Vashaun trade blows right in front of the tunnel for Halo 1. Right from Tsonda. Left from Vashaun. Right from Tsonda. Double shot from Elliott.



Shakur scans the Halo with his eyes and notices some of the new crowd that has entered, High Flyer, Jason Natas, and King Blueberry. Duke Williams and GBJ are groggy and not all there in the head to begin with, this match having exhausted them to the breaking point. Shakur himself can barely stand.



Nick: Five more seconds until the doors close.



But Shakur's mind is working overtime, and he just got a million dollar idea.



Rushing forward, he interrupts the Tsonda/Elliott/Vashaun fisticuff battle by shoving Elliott back first into Vashaun, who goes flying into Tsonda, causing all there to stumble into Halo 2 just as the doors shut. They are now trapped with Snow, Hessian, Rhine, and Sabuani for the next ten minutes.



Meanwhile, The Man in Black turns around slowly and holds a blank stare of cold hatred like a kid who just got his favorite toy for Christmas. One by one, he pops the knuckles on both hands, staring a hole into the man of the Halo, Tyler Rayne.



Nick: Devin Shakur just got rid of Wade Elliott, Chandler Tsonda, and Kaiser Vashaun in one felt swoop! There's nobody left in Halo 1 who hates Rayne as much as Shakur does.



Richard: He already beat him at Night 1 in that over the top parking lot brawl, hit him with a car. Now he's got the man caught between a rock and a hard place.



Nick: His body gotta be killing him but who in the Halo is going to have the energy to hold him back?



Well, the Anti-Superstar, Jason Natas for one. He makes his way forward to the helpless Tyler Rayne and pops him with a right hand. An elbow to the head comes next, disorienting Rayne and causing a wad of blood to fly from his mouth.



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Devin Shakur's eyes go big and his head tilts to the side. Breathing heavy with clinched fists, he walks up to Natas, spins him around and gives him an incredulous glare.



Natas shoves him back three feet and turns back to Rayne, winding his right hand up for another shot.



Richard: Natas is about to find out how dumb that really was.



Shakur yanks the arm, bringing Natas around to face him. A blistering right hand finds the jaw, staggering Natas backwards into the ropes. Shakur charges forward like a lion, putting another shot on Natas's forehead, one to the chin, an uppercut to the chin, a right hook to the top of the head and Natas is on his ass before he knows what hit him. The psychotic Man in Black pulls The Anti Superstar up and hammers him with a knee to the chin. Another lands on the nose and blood flows from the nose down onto the canvas. The third knee lands on the forehead and puts Natas face first into the canvas. He's not moving.



Nick: Jason Natas, one of PRIME's most rugged men, just found out what happens when you mess with a plan. The hardest striker in PRIME's history just left his calling card.



Richard: Shakur could eliminate him right now if he wanted to, but the man doesn't care. He wants Rayne and anybody else left would be foolish to go after him after that display.



With his foot on Natas's head, Shakur looks around the ring, blood spewing from his mouth in rage. His eyes lock with Duke Williams, High Flyer, King Blueberry, and GBJ.



Devin Shakur: WHO ELSE WANTS IT?



None of them respond. Everybody but Duke is fresher than Shakur but the adrenaline is flowing. His breathing is heavy. If he can knock Jason Natas out in 15 seconds, they don't want to find out how fast he can put their lights out.



Devin Shakur (pointing to Rayne): THIS. MOTHERFUCKER. IS. MINE.



They don't disagree and exit from the ring, back to brawling amongst each other, leaving Devin Shakur standing in the ring all alone with a helpless Tyler Rayne.



Nick: That's respect, right there folks. He just got the ring cleared.



Meanwhile, Tsonda wants the Halo doors to open in the worst way. Nobody left wants to help Tyler Rayne and the biggest brick wall remaining has him all alone. Vashaun wants the same since he gave his word to Lisa Tyler that he would take Rayne out. Wade Elliott hates everybody so putting Tyler Rayne out would make him "the man" again.



Shakur looks at all of them with the same ferocity that he took Natas down with. This is his moment and they can't stop him. He gives one final look back at them before turning around and staring at Rayne. The Man in Black walks over to him and raises his chin up so he can look at Shakur.



Devin Shakur: God said...that a man should work with his hands.



Shakur takes a step back and unloads a thunderous right hand into Rayne's skull. The sound is sickening and slowly the crowd quietens down.



A second right hand follows to the temple.



A third lands on the chin.



Fourth to the jaw.



Fifth to the cheek bone.



The shots are so hard that they resonate throughout the building. Shakur could very well be breaking his hands in an attempt to prove just how badly he wants this. He doesn't care about the title. The win. Any bounties. He wants to hurt Tyler Rayne and that's what he's doing.



An uppercut slams into Rayne's jaw, sending his head flying back and his eyes rolling. He's already unconscious. Grabbing Rayne around the neck, he pulls him from the ropes with incredible power, indifferent if he broke Rayne's arms or not in the process. Clinching the neck, Shakur puts his left leg back and rifles off an insane knee to the head.



The wind up, the pitch. Another home run.



And one more for the curtain call.



142:00




Tyler Rayne drops to the canvas, completely stiff. If this were a regular match, the action would have been stopped.



Nick: I...This is not a fight anymore folks. This is not a war. I believe that it is going to be career ending for one of these men, if not both, before they are willing to call a truce.



Shakur turns Rayne over on his back and wraps his arms around the lifeless legs of The Underground Pimp. Chandler Tsonda continues to claw and fight, trying to get through the Halo tunnels and stop this mayhem from happening. Behind him, High Flyer and Jonathan Rhine continue to fight, but all of the attention is squarely on Shakur and Rayne.



Straining his own back and leg muscles, The Man in Black lifts Tyler Rayne high into the air and over his head. He holds him in the powerbomb position, glancing back at Tsonda and staring him in the eyes.



No emotion.



No remorse.



Shakur quickly brings Rayne down to the canvas, slamming him into the canvas. His head bounces off the canvas and his legs remain stiff, off the ground. His arms are extended out but not straight on the ground. The Man in Black puts his foot on Rayne's chest.



ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



Eliminated: Tyler Rayne




Richard: And then… there were 12. 12 Souls left.



Nick: Rayne isn’t one of them and it’s all because of that man right there, Devin Shakur.



Richard: And wait… WAIT!



Almost without warning, we see Garbage Bag Johnny slam his elbow into Duke’s face before he nails him with a Snap Dragon Suplex that floors Duke in the middle of the ring! But, from the look in GBJ’s face, it’s evident what’s to come next. This is a man who has seemingly become possessed. The end is in sight and he knows it as he drags Duke back up to his feet before he nails him with the Tragically Hipbuster!



Nick: Oh snap! The Fireman’s Carry into a falling forward sideways DDT! Lights out for Duke Williams!



Richard: That’s what we’ve thought all night when it pertains to just about anyone in the Halo!



Johnny, drained, goes for the cover on Duke!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!



Eliminated: Duke Williams!


143:00




Nick: Damn, I was getting excited to see Duke Williams possibly win this match.



Richard: Farewell old man!



Nick: Respect, Richard! Now!



Richard: Um, suck it.



Nick: This is why we can’t spend over two hours calling the same match. Just never gonna work.



Elsewhere in Halo Two, Tsonda and Vashaun have found themselves in front one another! Tsonda attacks first with a flurry of fists! Vashaun though is too fired up, even after being in the match for over who knows how long, and he begins firing back to the point where both men are just trading punches with one another! Vashaun then kicks Tsonda in the midsection and goes to nail him with a powerbomb, but with him up on his shoulders, Chandler begins punching Vashaun in the forehead, slowing him down, before Tsonda nails Vashaun with a hurricanrana! The crowd goes crazy as Tsonda gets back up to his feet at the same times as Vashaun, and Vashaun mows him down with a lariat!



Nick: Tsonda still alive. The final of the three amigos, and he'll do whatever he has to in order to remain alive!



Richard: And that's one man who would like to have him dead.



Back over in Halo One, Shakur and GBJ have matched up with one another! Both men, having been in the match for a long time, Shakur roughly about you know, a long time while GBJ has been in there not nearly as long, are slow to attack one another as GBJ pushes him into the corner before kicking him in the midsection and connecting with springboard DDT on the PRIME Former Champion! Meanwhile, High Flyer and Jason Natas begin to go at it with Flyer letting his lightning fast feet do the talking as he kicks Natas repeatedly in the back before nailing with a headscissors take down! Meanwhile, Wade Elliott and Jonathan Rhine are going at it with Rhine letting the adrenaline continue to fuel him as he connects with a roaring elbow! He then slingshots himself off the ropes and connects with a senton on Elliott!



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Richard: And Rhine is relentless in his attack on Elliott!



Nick: Beyond relentless! He’s going for murder! And Elliott has turned the tables around!



Back over in Halo Two, Elliott has turned his focus over to Jonathan Rhine, nailing him with a piledriver! Elliott then rolls out of the ring and begins to look under the ring before he finds a steel chair. As he slides back into the ring with it in his hands, Rhine is fighting his way back up this feet before getting nailed with a shot to the head! Rhine goes down in a mess before Wade sets the chair up in the middle of the ring! He then grabs Rhine up off the mat and whips him into the ropes before connecting with a Rebel Yell on Rhine through the chair! Rhine begins to yell out in pain as Elliott goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




Elliott rolls off of Rhine and drags him back to his feet before Rhine surprises him with a Rhine Rewind!



Richard: WHAT?!



Nick: WHAT?!



Rhine then goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE




Nick: ELLIOTT IS GONE!



Richard: We've got a top ten!



They stand fearlessly amongst one another. Exhausted and drained, but they've made it thus far. No quit in their bones now.



Jonathan Rhine.



Jason Snow.



Garbage Bag Johnny.



Hunter Sabuani.



Devin Shakur.



Jason Natas.



High Flyer.



Kaiser Vashaun.



Hessian.



Chandler Tsonda.




In one fateful moment, men became Gods.



145:00




In Halo One, Natas and GBJ are going at it, GBJ the mysterious entrant into this year's Dual Halo who has been rather impressive. Natas locks GBJ up into a collar-and-elbow tie-up! GBJ though digs his boot into his stomach before smashing Natas's face into his knee! He recoils from the sudden pressure, stepping back a few inches before running at him for a clothesline! However, GBJ's able to duck it, and grabs his arm before nailing him with an implant DDT! Natas lays face first into the mat as GBJ bounces off the ropes and nails an elbow drop into the small of his back! Natas winces from the pain as GBJ gets back up again and slams his knee into his back this time around!



Richard: GBJ and Natas are not backing down in the least bit, but you have to give your props to GBJ for still going, for showing his true talent.



Nick: Stop reading the lines that Craig wrote out for you.



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Elsewhere in Halo One, Shakur has cornered Flyer as he nails shoulder after shoulder into Flyer's midsection! He then backs up slightly and goes for a running shoulder in the corner, but Flyer moves out of the way so that Shakur smacks into the ringpost! Shakur stumbles out of the corner as Flyer wraps his arms around Shakur's waist and connects with a German Suplex! Shakur's head bounces off the canvas as Flyer keeps his arms wrapped around Shakur's waist and pulls him back up again, nailing another German Suplex that gets the approval from the fans! Once again, Flyer pulls Shakur up before connecting with a third and final German Suplex, compressing all of Shakur's weight onto his neck! As Flyer gets back up though, he's immediately focused on putting Shakur down once and for all as he climbs up the turnbuckle.



Richard: Could this be farewell Flyer?



Nick: God, I hope so.



Richard: Stop hatin' on him!



Nick: Why do you like him so much?



Richard: He wears flippy floppies.



Nick: Oh. Okay.



Flyer, on the top turnbuckle looks down at Shakur who is slowly getting to his feet! As Shakur turns towards Flyer, the Snowman flies from the top rope and goes for the Locomotive on him!



Nick: Shakur ducked!



Sure enough, he did. As Flyer crashed into the mat, Shakur ripped him by his hair and headbutted him. He then lifts him up and nails him with a Crucifix Powerbomb that he turns into a pin!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



Eliminated: High Flyer




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Nick: And the 5-Star Champion is gone!



Richard: And he’s going to have a date with destiny as he will be locking up with Kaiser Vashaun sometime in the near future as Vashaun pinned Dawkins to win the 5-Star Title Bounty!



Nick: Not a match that I’d really be looking forward to, you know?



The Halo around Snow is slowly shrinking with competitor after competitor being eliminated from the match! As he takes a moment to himself, to breathe, and to put himself in the mindset to win this match, he's attacked ferociously by Tsonda who is showing no mercy to his former opponent! Never one to shy away from taking advantage of a situation, Tsonda begins letting loose with a succession of kicks until Snow rolls away from him! Tsonda just continues to stalk him until he grabs him by the hair and sends him face first into the steel cage! He bounces off it again while he covers her face, but Tsonda is ruthless as he grabs Snow again and goes to send him into the cage, but he manages to run up the cage and nails a backflip before dropkicking Tsonda face first into the cage!



Richard: And Snow isn’t going to take that sitting down!



Nick: Tsonda’s in there by himself and he knows the mark on his back!



Richard: Whoever pins him gets the Universal Title shot. One that might see him unable to get a rematch at Jason Snow.



Nick: So true.



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Back over in Halo Two, Hessian and Sabuani go at one another! Sabuani starts to get the advantage though as he gets Hessian into a Fujiwara Armbar and locks in good! But, from behind, Sabuani is kicked in the back of the head by Kaiser Vashaun who rips him off the mat and sends him flying into the ropes where Vashaun connects with a spinebuster! Sabuani goes down to the mat hard, clutching his back after being hit there by one of the hardest hitting men in the sport! Vashaun then turns around only to be met with an uppercut from Hessian! Shakur though is quick to his senses as he kicks Hessian in the midsection and plants him with a DDT!



Nick: Even as the match continues to go on, the hitting gets harder!



Richard: It’s downright brutal at this point!



Nick: Whichever one of these nine men win at the end of the night, they’re gonna deserve it. No questions asked about that.



Richard: Eh. Sure, why not?



149:00




In Halo Two, Snow has turned his attention to Vashaun and starts laying into him with some fierce forearm shots to the face! Vashaun though tries to fight back as he kicks Snow in the stomach before trying to lift him for a vertical suplex! Yet, the Universal Champion is quick to change course as he blocks it and connects with a facebuster! Vashaun slams into the mat hard and covers his face, but fights right back to his feet before Snow sends him home with the Snake Eyes! Vashaun lies sprawled out across the mat as Snow goes for the cover!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!




Eliminated: Kaiser Vashaun



Richard: Vashaun is gone?! Okay, I don't think I saw that one coming. We're down to eight men!



Nick: Snow sends him home packing after that superkick and now, you're right Richard. There are only eight men.

150:00


The tunnel opens again. The three left in Halo One move to Halo Two. Simple enough. But powerful for all of the wrong reasons.



Nick: This could be it, Richard! This could be it!



Richard: These eight men, they know that now is the time to take their chance to win the Halo!



Nick: Otherwise, all of this… it would be for naught.



Devin Shakur and Chandler Tsonda have locked up! Shakur and Tsonda jockey each other for position with Tsonda finally winning out as he gets Shakur into a hammerlock! Shakur backs Tsonda into a corner as quickly as possible and slams Tsonda back first into the corner, breaking the hammerlock! He then turns around and starts firing away with lightning fast shots, one after another until Tsonda is stumbling out of the corner, pushing Shakur away! As Shakur walks up behind Tsonda though, Tsonda turns around and nails him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing onto the floor. However, Shakur doesn't stay down for long as Tsonda follows that up with the Runway Vault! Tsonda then hops onto the top turnbuckle and connects with the Model Citizen! He bounces off of him, but pushes the pain aside as he fights forward and goes for the cover on Shakur!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



TH--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO




Nick: WHAT?!



Richard: I'm floored. Shakur somehow kicked out of that?!



Nick: When you want something so bad, you'll find something deep enough to ensure that you make it to that point.



Richard: I guess.



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With victory almost in his grasp, Tsonda comes just a little bit short. Out of nowhere, Natas comes up and slams his knee into Tsonda's face! Natas drags Tsonda off of the mat and slams his elbow into Tsonda's throat before backing up and going for a clothesline! However, Tsonda manages to duck the lightning fast kick and instead, Natas stumbles right into the corner and collides chest first! Natas stumbles backwards and Tsonda turns around to see this as he grabs onto Natas and connects with a Runway Vault that gets the crowd on their feet! Natas shows no signs of life as Tsonda has to physically crawl over to Natas as he can feel his body rebelling against him!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!




Eliminated: Jason Natas



152:00






Richard: Natas is gone! Just like that!



Nick: These guys, they don’t have much left in them. Going for this long has to be insanely difficult and the fact that they’re not all dead is simply amazing to me.



Richard: If you thought last year’s Halo was amazing, this tops it. Unbelievable.



Even with the wrestlers feeling each and every minute, the action continues to move lightning fast though as GBJ has got Hessian pinned into the corner as he nails him time and time again with short, thrusting punches to his sternum! Hessian stumbles out of the corner in a world of hurt before GBJ bounces off the ropes and nails a flying roundhouse kick that takes Hessian down to the mat in a world of hurt! GBJ, sensing an elimination at his hands, and immediately puts him into the D.C. Crab!



Nick: Will Hessian tap out?!



Richard: I don't know if I've ever seen him tap out before!



Nick: We could be witnessing a first right here and now!



Richard: You have to wonder if-- DAMN!



153:00




Without much of a warning, Jonathan Rhine enters the picture and slams his boot across GBJ's jaw which sends the mystery entrant crashing to the ground! Rhine looks at Hessian before he begins to drag him up and the two who have battled seemingly for an eternity in the Halo are trading punches with one another! They keep going as the fans are squarely behind Rhine until Hessian slams his knee into Jonathan's gut! He then lifts him up and it's evident that things are going badly for Rhine as he's in the Canadian Backbreaker! The crowd holds their breath and as Hessian goes to finish off his move, Rhine slips out of it! Hessian turns around and is met with a boot to the stomach and then Rhine lifts him up and connects with the Rhine Rewind!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!




154:00




Nick: I'm still in awe of Rhine picking Hessian up!



Richard: So am I.



Nick: Good! But Hessian is gone!



Richard: I don't know if that was possible either.



Nick: But, now we're down to 6!



Richard: Shakur, Tsonda, Rhine, PHS, GBJ, and Snow!



Shakur gets back up to his feet and walks over to GBJ before hoisting him up. But, as he does, GBJ nails him with an uppercut. Shakur knees GBJ before dropping him with a stiff right hand! In the back of Shakur's mind, he knows what he has to do if he wants to win this match and that's to start taking more and more people out of the match! He rips GBJ up off the mat and nails him with a clothesline that sends GBJ inside out! Yet, Shakur is not quite done with him yet as he grabs GBJ and brings him up to his feet once again, but this time GBJ is ready for him as he knees Shakur in the groin and plants him in the middle of the ring with a DDT! GBJ then walks over to the corner and, as he reaches the top of the nearby turnbuckle, he leaps and connects with the Dumpster Dive!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!




Eliminated: Devin Shakur!



155:00




Nick: WHAT?!



Richard: GBJ just took out Shakur! I'm... I...



Nick: Shakur has been the longest in this match, hasn't he?! And he's gone?!



Richard: Whoa.



As GBJ gets back up to his feet though, he's nearly blindsighted by the racing figure of Hunter Sabuani! Elliot has to duck the clothesline from Sabuani who then bounces off the ropes again, picking up more momentum as he flies towards GBJ again! This time though, GBJ is ready for him as he lifts him up onto his shoulders and slams him home with a Samoan Drop! GBJ rolls onto his knees, exhausted as sweat drips down his face and starts to get up to his feet only to be knocked to the ground by Tsonda who nails him with a Shining Wizard! Tsonda shakes his head and struggles to stay on his feet as he bounces off the ropes and slams an elbow across the sternum of PHS! As he moves though, Snow comes flying off the top rope and connects with a moonsault!



Nick: Where the hell did Snow come from?



Richard: Do I have to explain the birds and the bees to you?



Nick: No, you idiot!



Richard: OH! He came from the top rope!



As Snow rolls away, clutching his ribs, Tsonda goes for the cover on PHS!



OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!



TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!




Eliminated: Hunter Sabuani

156:00


As Tsonda gets back up to his feet, he looks around for Snow, but is instead met by Jonathan Rhine who slams his knee into Tsonda's midsection. Chandler goes down in a slump and can be seen to be on his last legs! Rhine drags Tsonda back up to his feet before he whips him into the ropes and nails him with a clothesline that sends Tsonda inside out! Rhine, having already pinned Hessian and earning that bounty, goes for the cover on Tsonda and hoping to earn that bounty as well! The referee then slides into position as everyone looks on, with bated breath!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TH--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Nick: GBJ broke up the pinfall! I can't believe that!

Richard: That Universal Title Bounty is highly coveted, Nick.

Nick: But, why would GBJ want it? Does he even know it exists?

Richard: ...point.

Rhine slowly gets to his feet and turns around, trying to find out which way is up when he runs smack into a superkick courtesy of Jason Snow.

Richard: Snake Eyes! Rhine is down! Snow is going for the cover!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Eliminated: Jonathan Rhine

157:00


Nick: He came so close! In his return match, he came that close to finishing the match!

Richard: And Snow took it away from him!

Nick: And then there were three.

Certainly, there were only three. The two men who went the distance the night before over the Universal Title. And the man that many thought would never appear. Heck, he hadn't even been announced. However, him being in the top three, even from a man of his stature, would have to be considered surprising. GBJ stumbles to his feet, tired, and exhausted, when Tsonda comes out of nowhere and runs up the turnbuckles with GBJ in hand and goes for the Runway Vault!

Richard: Runway Vault!

Nick: NOOOOOO! GBJ pushed off at the last second! Tsonda collided into the ground

Tsonda slowly stumbles to his feet, grabbing his back, and walks smack into a superkick courtesy of Jason Snow!

Nick: He's just handing those out like they're candy.

Richard: I'm convinced that Snow doesn't even know where he's at.

Nick: Okay, I like that explanation!

Tsonda though doesn't go down as he stumbles around, refusing in a way to go down. Yet as he turns around, and looks to grab onto the ropes, he's met with the disgusting face of Garbage Bag Johnny instead! Well, it's not disgusting, but just hairy. Then, down he goes as GBJ connects with the Tragically Hipbuster!

Richard: No, don't tell me this is going to happen!

He then goes for the cover!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Nick: TSONDA IS GONE!

Eliminated: Chandler Tsonda

158:00


And then there were two. As the two came face to face with each other, every single person in the arena were on their feet. They looked at each other and everyone went silent. What would happen in this moment? Johnny slammed his fist into Snow's face and the Universal Champion staggered backwards from the shot. Yet, he lunged forward. One Snake Eyes.

Two Snake Eyes.

But not a third one!

Richard: GBJ ducked it!

Nick: But he didn't duck that!

But the fourth one connected perfectly. And down with Garbage Bag Johnny. As did Jason Snow.

It seemed like an eternity between the point where Snow got up to his knees and started to climb to the top rope.

Nick: Just pin him!

Richard: Let the man do what he wants! He's got this in the bag and wants to put an exclamation point on his evening!

Nick: This is not smart.

Snow reached the top and looked backwards, feeling exhausted, but happy to still see GBJ down on the mat. He steadied himself and looked back again.

He wasn't on the mat.

He was in his fae!

Richard: Johnny, with fist after fist! He's not going down!

Nick: Snow is fighting!

Richard: Fisherman's DDT from the top rope!

As Snow landed to the mat from the Super Trash Compactor, the noise was deafening.

159:00


The roar from the crowd was infantile though compared to the noise in GBJ's head. There was silence there. The entire match had built to this point. He crawled. He wasn't sure why, but he crawled. His arm draped across Snow's chest and the crowd chanted with the referee.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

That first count seemed like forever.

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd just watched. Breathless.

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

And they yelled. They screamed. They cheered.

Eliminated: Jason Snow

Nick: GARBAGE BAG JOHNNY HAS WON THE DUAL HALO!

Richard: I...

Nick: The first ever non-PRIME member has won the Halo! He has the Golden Ticket! He has a shot at the Universal Title on top of it all!

Richard: What...

Nick: GBJ! GBJ! GBJ!

Richard: What have I witnessed?!

Nick: History in the making!

He stood up to his feet and never really even heard his name announced. But he knew it all. He had won. There was no one left in the ring with him. He stood high above the other 41 men who had entered the match, and the fans, they were thrilled.

He smiled.

Richard: The question I have Nick is, what is going to happen? Garbage Bag Johnny has won the Golden Ticket. What now?

Nick: Are we ready for this?

That was the question.

Was PRIME ready for Garbage Bag Johnny?

Again?!

Only time would tell.

Black.

Credits


Dippy and Alex

Tres


Amigo(s)

An 'I Told You So' From Jason Snow


Dave


The BC

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